Title: Where Nerves End
Series: Tucker Springs
Author: L.A. Witt
Release Date: November 2, 2018
Pages: 192 (ebook), 200 (paperback)
Cover Artist: Reese Dante http://www.reesedante.com
Welcome to Tucker Springs, Colorado, where you’ll enjoy beautiful mountain views and the opportunity to study at one of two prestigious universities—if you can afford to live there.
Jason Davis is in pain. Still smarting from a bad breakup, he struggles to pay both halves of an overwhelming mortgage and balance the books at his floundering business. As if the emotional and financial pain weren’t enough, the agony of a years-old shoulder injury keeps him up at night. When he faces a choice between medication and insomnia, he takes a friend’s advice and gives acupuncture a try.
Acupuncturist Michael Whitman is a single dad striving to make ends meet, and his landlord just hiked the rent. When new patient Jason, a referral from a mutual friend, suggests a roommate arrangement could benefit them both, Michael seizes the opportunity.
Getting a roommate might be the best idea Jason’s ever had—if it weren’t for his attraction to Michael, who seems to be allergic to wearing shirts in the house. Still, a little unresolved sexual tension is a small price to pay for pain and financial relief. He’ll keep his hands and feelings to himself since Michael is straight… isn’t he?
First Edition published by Amber Quill Press, LLC, June 2012.
Second Edition published by Riptide Publishing, June 2014.
L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut…
By: T.M. Smith
- Narrated by: Nick J. Russo
- Series: Survivor, Book 2
- Length: 6 hrs and 40 mins
- Unabridged Audiobook
- Release date: 08-31-18
- Language: English
- Publisher: TTC Publishing
TM Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. A Texas transplant, she now
calls DFW her home. Most days she can be found curled up with a good book, or
ticking away on her next novel.
decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her writing, she is
passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights. Because, seriously people,
Love is Love!
Taylor Langford’s world is torn apart when he is only thirteen years old—his parents killed, leaving him alone and orphaned. With no living relatives, he’d certainly be another statistic if not for the intervention of the policeman who found Taylor in the crawl space where his mother hid him that fateful night. Despite the tragedy and resulting anguish in his life, Taylor knows how lucky he is.
Frank Moore is a rookie with the Dallas Police Department when he and his partner answer a call in Devonshire, one of the city’s more affluent neighborhoods. They think the young boy in various pictures throughout the home has been kidnapped until they find him, shaken but alive. Officer Moore recognizes the pain in the kid’s eyes, having lost his own mother to cancer when he was just a boy. He steps in, making sure Taylor is placed with a loving foster family. Over the years, Frank becomes a permanent fixture in Taylor’s life.
A decade later, the case remains unsolved and the once gangly, uncertain teenager is now a college graduate who knows exactly what he wants. He’s coming home to the man that helped mold and shape his life, the man he’s loved for as long as he can remember, Frank Moore. But Taylor isn’t the only person returning to Dallas, and while Frank is distracted by his own conflicting feelings and the new bond growing between the two, the past creeps up on them, determined to finish what was started ten years earlier.
A note from the author…
I hope you enjoy Frank and Taylor’s story. It’s been a long road to get them settled, but I’m happy with where this story has taken them. When I started this book, the intent was to write a stand-alone story, but that has changed. Characters continually evolve throughout the writing process, and there are several characters in the book that want to tell their story. I’ve grown especially fond of Rory and I can’t wait to write his book, which will take us back to when he first joined the Bureau, and continue on to his happy ever after.
Please be advised: This is a May/December romance, and as in life, there are sexual situations that take place prior to the main characters finding their way to one another. This is not gratuitous; it is meant to show character growth and self-realization. There is absolutely no cheating.
OS: Welcome Bru!
Thanks for having me here on Open Skye Book Reviews to talk about my latest release, Hiding in Plain Sight. Today I have another exclusive excerpt for you, and if you’re a fan of the series you’ll recognize one of the key players in this scene–Tate from book one, Camp H.O.W.L. Who better to give relationship advice about bonding with a commitment phobe than Tate, the guy who nearly walked away from his fairytale moonmate bond because he was so hung up on not trusting anyone with a piece of his heart?
Happily ever after is right under their noses.
Harris has been keeping a big secret for years—his unrequited mate bond with his best friend, Jackson. He’s convinced himself that having Jackson in his life is enough. That, and his work at Camp H.O.W.L., keeps him going.
Things get complicated when Jackson applies for a high-ranking Tribunal job in New York City—far from Camp H.O.W.L. The position requires he relinquish all Pack bonds… and that’s when his wolf decides to choose a mate. Suddenly Jackson sees his best friend in a sizzling new light.
Their chemistry is through the roof, but they’re setting themselves up for broken hearts—and broken bonds—if Jackson can’t figure out a way to balance his career and the love that’s just been waiting for him to take notice.
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Bru Baker writes sophisticated gay romantic fiction with strong characters, real-world problems, and plenty of humor.
Bru spent fifteen years writing for newspapers before making the jump to fiction. She now balances her time between writing and working at a Midwestern library in the reference department. Whether it’s creating her own characters or getting caught up in someone else’s, there’s no denying that Bru is happiest when she’s engrossed in a story. She and her husband have two children, which means a lot of her books get written from the sidelines of various sports practices.
Harris had assumed they’d go out for dinner tonight, but if Jackson had to head in to work, he wouldn’t be able to go with them. Harris could stop at a grocery store and get something to make for dinner—he’d be there early enough to have it done before Jackson had to leave. It could be an apology for whatever the hell he’d done to make his mate so miserable.
Harris huffed out a laugh. God, he was so gone over Jackson. They weren’t even in a relationship, and he was cooking him apology meals after an imaginary fight.
He was dialing Tate before he even thought about it. Harris was way overdue for a visit to New York.
Tate picked up on the fourth ring, just before Harris hung up.
“Harris, hey,” he said, out of breath.
“Tell me I didn’t interrupt you and Adrian having sex.”
“You didn’t interrupt me and Adrian having sex,” Tate said dutifully.
Harris wrinkled his nose. “That wasn’t convincing.”
Tate laughed. “You really didn’t. My phone was upstairs, and I was downstairs in the office. You’re lucky I noticed it ring on my watch.”
Tate lived and died by his smart watch. Harris was a bit jealous. Phones were a big no-no while seeing patients, but a watch could be discreetly checked.
“You’re out of shape if a little sprint up the stairs made you breathe hard,” Harris taunted. “You urban Pack types are lazy.”
He’d gotten to run with the Connoll Pack when he’d been there for a full moon a few months ago. The Alpha maintained a cabin on a huge plot of land a few hours outside the city, and the entire Pack was welcome to run there whenever they liked. Still, it was nothing like living in the forest and getting to run at will. Tate and Adrian were getting soft.
“It’s four flights, asshole. This lazy urban type runs about ten miles a day in Central Park.”
Harris scoffed. “As a human.”
“True. But you run as a human every day too.”
“Because Drew’s human, and it would be rude to leave him in my dust as a wolf.” They’d gotten into a routine of sharing a morning run a few times a week. It gave them time to catch up. It was one of the highlights of Harris’s day. Which was kind of sad now that he thought about it. “Besides, you have to run because you spend all day sitting. You don’t even have a commute.”
Tate and Adrian had spent what seemed like forever renovating their four-story brownstone. They’d had to wait out two leases and then spend months on the process, but the result was stunning. They converted the individual units into a spacious, comfortable house and used the bottom floor for Tate’s practice.
“What’s up?” Tate asked. “You didn’t just call to tease me about my running habits.”
He and Tate had been friends for years, and Harris told him everything, but this new distance between him and Jackson was different. Saying it out loud might make it real.
“I might have,” Harris said.
“Spill.” Tate was using his therapy voice, pitched deeper and no- nonsense. It was ridiculously effective.
“Jackson’s mad at me,” he blurted.
“Jackson spends half his life mad at you and Jordan for some idiotic thing you’ve done.”
“But this time it’s different. He isn’t talking to me, and he never seems to want to be alone with me. I have no idea what’s going on in his head, but it’s almost like he’s afraid of me. I don’t know what to do.”
Tate sighed. “Did you finally drop the mate bomb on him? That could take some time to process.”
Tate had been advising him to talk with Jackson ever since he’d confessed that the crush he’d harbored for years on Jackson had turned into a one-sided mate bond. Harris had never taken the advice, and he didn’t plan to. Jackson didn’t want a mate, and Harris didn’t want to alienate himself from his mate, even if they could only have a platonic relationship. An unrequited bond was better than a rejected bond.
“No. That’s the thing. He just got, I don’t know, weird.”
Tate made a disappointed noise. “Then maybe it’s time. What if he’s feeling the bond, and he’s confused? You can’t just leave him hanging on this. It could be messing with his head.”
Harris hadn’t thought about it that way. What if Jackson was feeling the bond and didn’t understand it? Maybe he was looking at this wrong. If he explained the bond, would Jackson accept it? Would Jackson still come back to Camp H.O.W.L. to visit? Or would Harris only see him in St. Louis for the holidays?
“Stop freaking out,” Tate said, using his therapist voice again.
“I’ll freak out if I want to,” Harris said, aware how childish it sounded.
“If your bond is complete then Jackson could be feeling you freak out,” Tate reminded him.
Shit, that was right. Why hadn’t he thought of that? He was so used to living with the bond he hadn’t even tried to tap into Jackson. If they had completed the bond then he’d be able to pick up on what Jackson was feeling.
“Is that like an instant thing?”
Tate chuckled. “I don’t know.”
“What kind of distance does that work over?” Harris chewed on his bottom lip, his chest tightening. He couldn’t feel anything unusual.
“Depends. For me and Adrian? There’s no limit. At least none we’ve found. I can still feel him even when he’s in Portland. But I’m not sure what the typical range is for a bond.”
Harris blew out a gusty breath. Adrian and Tate were moonmates, which was a different level of connection entirely. “Great. So I won’t know for sure until I’m with him.”
“Hey, it could be stress from work,” Tate said, his voice gentle. “Jackson being distant might not have anything to do with you.”
“You’re right,” Harris said. “I’m probably overreacting.”
“That’s not what I said. Your reaction is perfectly normal, but you’re working without all of the facts. Take it slow, figure out what’s going on, and go from there. Okay? Don’t beat yourself up about this. You’re in a difficult situation, Harris. That you’ve made it this long without going feral or breaking down is a real testament to your strength.”
He’d heard of a handful of cases like theirs over the years. Mate bonds—both platonic and romantic—were common, but usually both sides acknowledged it. One-sided mate bonds were less common, but they did happen. It sucked that it was happening to him.
Title: Fearing Fate
Series: A Series of Fates: Book 3
Author: C.C. Dado
Release Date: December 14, 2018
Cover Artist: Brooke Albrecht http://brookealbrechtstudio.com
He is a fearless protector by nature and in his heart. But nothing’s ever simple with love… or fate.
At nearly seven feet tall, Zeus’s role had always been to protect the pack—but his newest charges need him more than most. Kimber and Kron are transplants from another pack, and they have a dangerous stranger on their tails. Zeus is determined to do his duty and drive the human out of town. But when he confronts Toren, his wolf has other ideas….
Something isn’t right, but should a huge, tattooed wolf with a secret soft heart fear his fate—to love a man with secrets of his own?
Title: A Series of Fates (Print Only)
Series: A Series of Fates
Author: C.C. Dado
Release Date: December 14, 2018
Cover Artist: Brooke Albrecht http://brookealbrechtstudio.com
Easter Valley is a place for shifters to thrive, protect each other, and be themselves. It’s also a place for friendships, laughs… and love. From the Alpha, to the shyest of pack members, these mates find their way into each other’s arms in this trio of romantic comedy tales, and while the path to love can be bumpy when fate is involved, the endings are always happy.
C.C. Dado is a native of the Pacific Northwest and a strong believer in the power of getting lost in someone else’s story, even if it is only for a little while.
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Duke Webb has run the most successful bail recovery agency in Atlanta for over twenty years. That’s because he has a team of trained, competent hunters backing him up to keep his name feared on the streets. But Duke knows that nothing can go on forever. His hunters are in committed relationships and ready to settle down, and so is he. That’s what leads him to start his new training program.
“That’s the new vision for Dukes. Veterans operating and tracking behind the scenes with a new powerhouse apprehension team on the streets.”
Brian and Quick are the first to offer up two new recruits.
Kellam Knight has studied martial arts under his sensei, Quick, since he was eight years old. A tossed-out reject from high-society, Kell has a problem fighting on the right side of the law. If he sees an injustice, he has to correct it. He doesn’t have to run and cower from his enemies anymore, he’s a fighter who can protect himself and others. When Quick offers Kell the opportunity to join Duke’s training program, he’s all in. Except he’s not prepared for the straight, over-confident, extremely disciplined, sexy man Brian has recruited to be his partner.
Tyrell Jenkins’ world was flipped upside down when his father never returned home from his last deployment. He’d been Ty’s teacher, mentor, his guide to living a righteous life as a good man. His father didn’t raise him to be like every other young, stereotypical male in Atlanta. Instead, he’s been taught to be respectful, to speak the language of real men. When Brian King – his father’s most trusted comrade – finally comes to him with the truth, he doesn’t come alone. He comes with trained men hidden in the shadows… and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join a brotherhood unlike any other.
This novel is a part of a series but can be read as a standalone. No cliffhangers.
Trigger Warning: This story contains mild acts of bond recovery agent violence.
A.E. (Adrienne) Via has been a best-selling author in gay romance for five years now, but she’s no stranger to MM. She’s been an avid reader of gay lit for over twenty years before she picked up her laptop to place her own kiss on this beautiful genre. She’s also the founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books, having published a couple of great new up and coming MM authors.
A.E. has a Bachelor of Arts in Criminal Justice from Virginia Wesleyan College that she used to start her own paralegal firm after she graduated in 2008. She spent five years preparing and filing bankruptcy petitions for struggling blue collar workers who couldn’t afford to file with a lawyer. It was a rewarding and satisfying career… but another path called to me. Writing.
A.E.’s writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure, to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
Now that she’s gotten over her 10 books published hump, she’s kind of known now for her play rough and love hard, bad boy, alphas. However, I do like to push myself to step out of my comfort zone and explore with different tropes, but I never push myself into a whole other genre. I’m head over heels for gay romance and I have tons of more hot stories to tell.
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If anyone else had tried to give Kell a handout or pay anything for him, he’d have refused immediately. It was the main reason he hadn’t gone into the Rib Shack with his sensei. He would’ve automatically put his bill with his because he knew Kell was on an unbelievably tight budget and didn’t have extra money. What his sensei did for him already was enough, he wouldn’t be extravagant and eat out on his dime as well.
But, Ty… Ty went about it in a whole other way. The way he’d presented the offer made Kell feel cherished. The thought of being a burden hadn’t once crossed his mind. Ty had asked to feed him. He’d said please as if he needed to do it, not had to. That’s why Kell had agreed.
“How’s your salad?”
Kell slowly closed his eyes and let out an inaudible breath. That damn voice. It was so rich and sensual. Heaven help me. Just three words, that’s all Ty had purred close to his ear, yet he couldn’t arrange them in his mind to formulate what question he’d just asked. So, instead of saying ‘um, it’s almost four o’clock’, he put another fork full of leafy romaine in his mouth.
“I guess that says it all.” Ty laughed lightly.
Does he have to sit right on top of me? Kell groaned under his breath at the sudden tightening in his briefs. Oh hell. It’s been way too long, that’s all. Hell, hell, hell. First, I’m calling on heaven now I’m thinking of hell.
“How about one of those questions now?” Ty kept going, still leaning in close to Kell’s ear as if others were trying to listen to their conversation.
Kell looked up and noticed a few eyes flicking in their direction, trying to see them without being seen themselves. He always saw them. However, Ty seemed oblivious. Didn’t he care that these people were associating him—with all his style—with the long-haired, queer man?
“I have a question first.” Kell huffed.
Ty smiled that damn arrogant grin, “Okay. Sure.”
Kell aggressively whipped away a little raspberry vinaigrette from the corner of his mouth with his napkin before setting it down and turning his entire body toward Ty. “Do you see these people looking at you? At me? They think we’re together, Tyrell. They think you’re with me. Really with me. And it’s not my fault, it’s yours. You held the door for me, ordered my food like a man does for woman on a date, then you…” Kell lowered his voice a little, his tone naturally going softer when he thought of Ty’s touch. “You keep touching me and… and pulling me close to you. Look how closely we’re sitting now. There’s a whole other seat over there ya’ know.”
Kell stopped himself. He’d said enough. But, he was done with the yo-yoing. Ty was going to explain himself. Explain why he’d acted as if he’d never seen a gay man until this morning, now he was pretending they were a gay couple. Come-the-hell-on? This was not how grown men behaved. Kell didn’t have time for games.
Ty’s smile was starting to tick Kell off. He’d be wise to take him seriously. Kell didn’t lower his firm gaze. When he spoke, he looked a man in his eyes just like his sensei had taught him. His scowl clearly wasn’t threatening enough, because Ty had the audacity to move in closer until their faces were only an inch apart.
Kell shook his head. “What the hell are you doing? You trying to get a reaction out of me? You wanting to see if I’ll back down from you?” His lips almost touched Ty’s. “You shouldn’t challenge me, Tyrell.”
“We are already challenging each other.”
Title: Fangs for the Memories
Series: Dead and Breakfast: Book 2
Author: Julia Talbot
Release Date: November 6, 2018
Category: Paranormal, Dreamspun Beyond
Pages: 213 (ebook), 222 (paperback)
Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson firstname.lastname@example.org
One wolf lost his memory, but they’ll both lose their hearts.
Bitten werewolf Tom owes the folks at the Dead and Breakfast big for saving his life. So when they ask for help with a rogue wolf on the premises, he’s happy to do his part….
Though he isn’t quite prepared for what he’ll find.
Werewolf Nathan lost everything to a sadistic kidnapper—his freedom, his memories, and maybe even his ability to be human. But as soon as he meets Tom, he knows he might be able to reclaim his life. And even a turned wolf like Tom feels the mating call. The trouble is, Tom isn’t the only one who wants Nathan, and they’ll need help from all their supernatural friends at the D & B to defeat a powerful enemy and keep their love—and themselves—alive.
Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full-time author, Julia is currently published by Dreamspinner and Changeling Press. She believes that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved. Find Julia at @juliatalbot on Twitter, or at www.juliatalbot.com.
Hello to you, discerning reader of fine MM romance, and a huge thanks to Open Skye Book Reviews for letting me drop by for a visit so we could meet! Ever wonder where ideas for some of the hot guys in romance stories come from? In the case of Raising the Bar, my inspiration for Tonio lived right next door. I don’t know his real name, but I tagged him “Bad Boyfriend” because, well, he was the next-door neighbor’s boyfriend, and he was as bad as they came. Loud, cocky, volatile, devilishly handsome, and irresistibly charismatic—a perfect recipe for a drama-filled relationship. He needed to be in a story, and now, by George, he is. The excerpt comes right after Tonio has ruined a celebratory dinner at a nice restaurant by getting drunk and a little too honest. Then again, it’s always nice to know where you stand with a guy, especially if there’s kissing involved!
Tonio managed to get all the way out of the dining room and down the front steps without looking more than a tiny bit tipsy. Only the exaggerated precision of his movements gave him away.
“Hey. You know what I didn’t tell you?” Tonio said as they crossed the parking lot.
Destin’s heart lurched. “No. What?”
Tonio turned around and walked backward, facing Destin. “You’ve got really gorgeous blue eyes.”
“Uh, thanks.” Destin put a hand on Tonio’s shoulder and steered him away from the shrubbery before he could back into it.
“You should wear blue. Gray doesn’t do crap for you.” Tonio stopped walking, so abruptly that Destin nearly crashed into him. Instead of drawing away, Tonio leaned forward, and before Destin could react he planted a quick, warm, boozy kiss on Destin’s mouth.
Heat, equal parts embarrassment and desire, enveloped Destin’s body. He stepped back, blinking, words tumbling through his head in a useless jumble.
Do I really turn him on?
Impossible. No way was he Tonio’s type. Flattering as the idea was, it had to be the wine talking. Even so, the ghost of that kiss burned on Destin’s lips.
“You know, that Land Rover is a pretty slick car,” Tonio said.
“Uh, yes, it is.” Destin pressed the fob, confused but relieved by the sudden change of topic. The Rover beeped and flashed.
Tonio held out his hand, palm up. “Here, lemme drive it home.”
Destin’s jaw dropped. “Uh, no. I don’t think so.”
“Aw, c’mon. Let’s have some fun with it.” Laughing, Tonio made a surprisingly quick grab for the fob. Destin jerked his hand away before Tonio got it, but if Tonio hadn’t been slowed by alcohol, Destin suspected he would have succeeded.
“No!” Destin snapped. He didn’t mean to speak so sharply, but Tonio was starting to scare him.
Tonio’s laughter vanished in an eyeblink. “Oh right, you’re fucking George Washington’s next-door neighbor,” he sneered, his voice suddenly icy. “I’m not good enough to drive your limo. Fuck it. I’ll walk home.”
“No, you won’t!” Destin shot back, trying hard not to yell. “It’s a long way, it’s dark, and it’s not safe. Get in the car. Please.” He reached for Tonio’s elbow, but Tonio whipped his arm out of Destin’s grip and stumbled toward the road.
“Tonio, get in the damn car.”
Tonio paused just long enough to flip Destin the bird, then continued down the driveway.
“If you get out on that highway, I’m calling the police!” Destin shouted at Tonio’s retreating back.
Tonio stopped. Destin could hear him talking to himself, and he was pretty sure he didn’t want to know what Tonio was saying. Then Tonio about-faced and came back. Without a word, he jerked the passenger-side door open and flung himself onto the seat.
Destin, slightly shaky with relief, got behind the wheel and started the engine. “Better buckle up,” he said, pointing at the warning light.
Tonio crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the window.
“Fine. Whatever.” Destin put the Rover in gear and rolled onto the highway
Blurb: Destin Bellingham has inherited a problem. Thanks to his late playboy father, Destin faces putting a For Sale sign on his family’s historic horse farm. Getting his talented stallion, Black Sambuca, into the Grand Prix show ring would put Bellmeade back on the map—if only someone could make “Sam” behave like a show horse.
Disgraced top rider Tonio Benedetto has his own problems, but he can work magic with difficult jumpers, so Destin hires him despite his bad-boy reputation. The street-smart, openly gay loudmouth from Miami and the closeted, buttoned-down son of Old Dominion Virginia make a rocky pairing, but time is running out to save Bellmeade from bankruptcy.
Opposites attract, sparks of tension grow into flames of passion. But if Tonio fails to tame Sam, will true love become a lost cause too?
Bio: Leigh Dillon is a native of horse-happy North Central Florida but has deep family roots in the Virginia and West Virginia areas. Coming of age in the dinosaur days of cable television, when fledgling channels filled their empty blocks of programming time by airing entire equestrian competitions, Leigh’s young brain became infected with a lifelong mania for show jumping, three-day eventing, and other exotic horse sports. Though tragically denied a pony of her own in childhood, Leigh has wreaked her revenge by including equine characters in almost everything she writes.
A bookbinder and librarian by trade, Leigh has also worked on local thoroughbred horse farms. Leigh’s short fiction has been featured twice in the Florida Writers Association annual story collection, and one of her book-length works received Book of the Year honors at the 2017 Royal Palm Literary Award.
Fate is a funny thing. Some try to cut its threads, while others wrap themselves in it like a blanket.
Young wolf shifter Max is cocky and crass. Unlike others his age, he has yet to discover a talent that will serve his pack. Since childhood, he’s been convinced the pack alpha is his mate, but Alpha Christian cannot envision unfiltered and directionless Max taking the place of his elegant mother at the head of the pack. As Max begins to build a life with his best friend, he also begins to see that maybe what he thought was inevitable was all in his head, and it’s time to move on.
Or are they both denying fate?
“Stop. It’s the alpha,” Seth said, finally calming down enough to scent who was at the door. “This is all your fault, with your big pornographic crime scene you left in his room,” Seth hissed from behind him. “Now he’s mad, and he’s here to finish the job.”
“Did you mean for that to be sexy?” Max turned around. “Because that sounded totally sexy.”
“No,” Seth hissed. “That is not what I meant and you know it. Do not open that door!”
Max ignored Seth’s warning and proceeded to open the door. As soon as he unlocked the latch, the door was thrown open. Seth squeaked behind him, running away, and a feral-looking Christian pushed his way through the door and grabbed Max like he weighed nothing, Max’s legs instinctually wrapping around Christian’s hips so he didn’t fall as Christian carried him backward into his room.
“Ummm, fancy seeing you at this time of….” Max’s attempt at defusing the situation was squashed with a growl rumbling out of Christian’s chest. He slammed the bedroom door behind them with his foot, throwing Max down onto the bed.
“What were you doing in my room, Max?” The words sounded gravelly, like he was trying to hold back from shifting.
“Sleeping?” Max said, scooting back farther onto the bed to get some distance. He was starting to think maybe Seth was right— trying to push Christian’s wolf to the edge wasn’t his best plan ever.
Christian climbed onto the bed, over the top of Max like a hunter approaching his prey.
“Sleeping? I think you were doing more than sleeping.” Christian’s head tilted back as he inhaled Max’s scent. “My wolf knows you now, knows your scent so well. Is that what you wanted, Max? To drive my wolf crazy?” He trailed his nose up the side of Max’s neck. “You succeeded. He’s pushing at me, screaming inside of me to take you.” Christian nipped at Max’s collarbone, making him gasp. “You’re all he wants.” He pushed his hardness into Max, proving just how much his wolf wanted him.
Max’s brain finally caught up with him, and he started to push back, so hungry for his mate.
About the author:
I write about painfully awkward, usually embarrassing, romance because long confident gazes followed by sexy dancing NEVER happens to me. I am a native of the Pacific Northwest, and will probably never leave. I’m like a hypochondriac sundae, with claustrophobic sprinkles, and a big cherry of anxiety on top, so I don’t travel much. I read to relax my mind, so I love getting lost in someone else’s story, even if it is only for a little while.