Seaside Shifters, Bk 1
Chief of Police John Dakota is in a world of trouble. His peaceful town of Seaside, Oregon, has been rocked by a wave of unsolved murders. The bloody deaths are eerily reminiscent of ones that occurred in Seaside years ago. Back then John worked hard to make sure the truth about the killer was never revealed. Now he’s afraid the past is coming back to haunt him.
Trevor English, the nosy reporter who occasionally shares John’s bed, is demanding information about the crimes. He also wants more of John’s affections. But John can’t afford to give in to either demand without risking the revelation of Seaside’s biggest secret: the town is a haven for shifters, and John is one of them.
To solve the crime—and prevent more victims—John must delve into the past. Many members of Seaside’s shifter community are involved, but it’s becoming harder and harder to tell which residents can be trusted. Even John’s family isn’t above suspicion. The body count is rising, and it looks like John is the killer’s next target.
Romance on the Edge
Ethan Stone doesn’t write your typical boy meets boy stories. With a combination of love and suspense he makes his characters work hard for their HEAs. If they can survive what he puts them through, then they can survive anything. He enjoys Romance with an Edge.
Ethan has been reading mysteries and thrillers since he was young. He’s had a thing for guys in uniform for just as long. That may have influenced the stories he writes.
He’s a native Oregonian with two kids. One of whom has made him a grandfather three times over; even though he is way too young.
Readers can find Ethan online.
His books: http://www.ethanjstone.com/my-books
OS: Welcome to Ethan Stone author of Wild Retaliation! Thanks for stopping by!
First of all a big thanks to everyone tagging along on my blog tour and to Open Skye Book Reviews for allowing me to visit.
I’ve included an exclusive excerpt featuring the two main characters John Dakota and Trevor English. This starts just after they’ve had sex and is a pivotal part of their relationship.
I remained on the couch, removing the sticky boxers and tossing them on the floor. Trevor returned with a wet rag, washed me first, then himself. He then lay on the couch so we were facing each other.
“You gonna spend the night?” I asked.
“I’d like that, but….”
“Something wrong?” I ran a finger up and down his chest, tracing his muscles and nipples.
“You might not want me to sleep over after I say what I’m about to say.”
I furrowed my brow and pulled my hand back, setting it on my hip. “You sure you want to ruin the night? We could take this into the bedroom.”
Trevor moved and leaned back on the couch, exhaling loudly. “I wish I could.”
I sat up and poured myself another shot, then downed it quickly. “Okay, go ahead.”
He rubbed his forehead before speaking. “I spent more time in the archives today.”
“Searching for more information on the deaths from nine years ago.”
“Did you find anything interesting?” It was a dumb question since he obviously had. It was only a matter of what he uncovered.
“Why do you never talk about your father?”
It might’ve seemed like a non sequitur, but I had an idea where he was going with it. Exactly where I didn’t want him to go. “Not much to say.”
“You get the same look on your face when I ask about your father as you do when I ask about the scar on your side.”
“Is that right?” It was difficult to act indifferent when my brain was screaming for him to change the subject. Of course I acted the same with the two subjects. They were connected more than I’d ever want to admit.
“I’ve learned a thing or two about how to read you, Johnny.”
I didn’t want him using his special name for me right then. It was harder to avoid the truth when we were personal. I’d rather be Chief Dakota and Mr. English. It was easier to be coy and buttoned up when we were in the professional version of our relationship.
“Your father vanished right after the wild bear was killed.”
I met his gaze but said nothing. After all, he hadn’t asked a question.
“What happened to him?”
“What makes you think I know? What did the article say?”
Trevor scowled. “Not much, but I assume you know that. It said former police chief David John Dakota, Senior, had not been seen for more than a week. There were no clues as to where he was. But there has to be more to it than that.”
I shrugged. “My old man had a drinking problem. He was a functional drunk for years, but in the end he was a mess.”
“You weren’t close?”
“We had been at one time, when I was younger. But for several years before he left town, no, we didn’t have a good relationship.” That was an understatement. “In the end, his disappearance was more of a relief than anything else.”
“So it’s simply a coincidence that he left town at the same time as the murders stopped?”
“You think there’s a connection?”
He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “My gut tells me there is, but I don’t know what it could possibly be. If he was a victim, there’d be no reason why that wasn’t publicized.”
He set his eyes on me. “If you tell me there isn’t an association between your father vanishing and the deaths, I’ll believe you.”
Shit, I didn’t want to lie to him, but I couldn’t tell him everything. I wished I could. I simply couldn’t.
“Maybe you staying the night isn’t a good idea.” I stood up and crossed my arms.
“Really? You’re not going to answer my question?”
“Trevor, please leave.”
He shook his head sadly and got to his feet, reaching for his clothes. “I’m not asking as a reporter. I’m asking as the man who lo… who cares for you a great deal.”
The dejected expression on his face made my heart sink. More than anything I wished telling him was an option. This was a defining moment in our relationship. We’d taken a step forward, and now I was forcing us to take several back. It might be too much for him to handle. I didn’t want to lose him, and the truth might send him running away forever.
“Johnny, please?” he begged, but I shook my head and said nothing.
When he was dressed, he rushed to me, took my face in his hands, and kissed me with more passion, more desire, more… love than I’d ever experienced. I melted in his arms for a moment, allowing myself to revel in the sensation of the lip-lock before pushing him away. Was there middle ground between telling all and acting like a complete douche bag?
“It’s complicated, Trevor. There are things I simply can’t tell you. I’m not saying I don’t care about you, because I do. Can you let this go?”
“I’m not sure I can. There’s so much about your life you’re not sharing with me. I don’t know if we have any shot at moving forward unless you can be upfront with me.”
“Please don’t give me an ultimatum, not about this, anyway. Ask me something else. Anything else. I’ll tell you all about my mother, my favorite Christmas, the time I lost my virginity. You name it, but not this.”
“The fact you’re so resistant to being open about this subject tells me this is where I need to make my stand. We don’t have hope at anything real if you’re hiding things.”
I took his hand in a loose grip. “It looks like we’re at an impasse.” I knew I wasn’t going to give in, though I desperately wanted to. I wished fervently he would back off and let me have my secrets, and when he kissed my hand, I thought maybe he had. Then he dropped it and stepped slowly to the door, opened it, then paused.
“Please, Trevor.” I just wanted to take him to bed and make love to him. I craved that more than anything.
He stepped outside and shut the door behind him, dashing whatever hope I had.
OS: Wow! Thanks for sharing and good luck on the rest of your tour!