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Worth The Fall by CC Strix

Greetings book-lovers! Today we’re featuring Worth The Fall by CC Strix! Read on for the cover, blurb, excerpt, and get to meet CC!


Blurb:

Jace Edwards can’t seem to catch a break, no matter how hard he tries. Deciding to end it all sounded like the perfect solution, until divine intervention put a kink in his plans

Kiran has one last chance to prove himself or kiss his wings goodbye. It sounded easy enough on the surface, until he realized there was more at stake.

The more time they spend together, the more Kiran begins to think life without wings may not be such a bad thing.

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Excerpt:

After finding food, Kiran and Jace dressed and left the old farmhouse, both dressed nearly identically in faded denim jeans and flannel shirts, boots and hats. The journey was mostly done in silence as both men were lost in thoughts of what was to come. Jace still had no real idea what part he was supposed to play, but he was choosing to trust Kiran, even though he honestly couldn’t tell himself why. Kiran was silent for much of the same reason, though unlike Jace, he was feeling confident he was finally going to beat Amitiel at something. This changed the closer they got to the small pub in the middle of nowhere. It reminded Jace of the ones he used to hustle at, and it made sense to him that this was the type of place where things would go down. The fact it was only a few towns away from where he did his hustling meant he’d likely run into some familiar faces too. This should be fun.

Just outside the pub, Kiran grabbed Jace’s elbow and forced him to stop. Jace spun towards Kiran, blinking in confusion, “What?”

Kiran stepped closer, one hand on Jace’s elbow, the other cupping his chin, “I need to be sure you are ready for this. I do not know exactly what we will be walking into, but I have my suspicions it will not be anything easy.”

Jace stared, dumbstruck, into Kiran’s eyes. He saw the hesitation and worry lingering like a raging storm in the depths of those deep brown eyes. If an angel was this freaked, what the hell chance did he have?

He leaned in and rested his forehead against Kiran’s. “Whatever happens, I’m ready. Obviously, I’m not afraid of dying.”

Jace flashed a teasing grin, much to Kiran’s dismay. Kiran let out a low, feral growl and took Jace’s bottom lip between his teeth, tugging and letting go. “No, you are not, but I will not allow that to happen now.”

Jace shrugged and averted his eyes, unable to face the intensity in which Kiran was staring at him. He mumbled, just under his breath. “Not until I finish the job at least.” Then turned and started back towards the door.

Kiran’s grip on Jace’s elbow tightened, “Not even then, Jace.” He let the subject, and Jace’s elbow, drop there. They had work to do.

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About CC Strix:

As a young child, CC would often immerse herself in books, loving the ability to lose herself in the magical worlds. As she grew older, she was no longer content reading about magical worlds and instead started to create her own. The paranormal called out to her and she was helpless to ignore it. Vampires, were creatures, angels, and demons all have stories to tell.

CC believes that love has little to do with what’s in one’s pants and as such, her stories contain couples that fit in all walks of life. She gave up pretending she had control of the voices long ago, it makes them all much happier that way.

When not writing, CC can generally be found cursing the state of Idaho and its numerous attempts to kill her with the pollen bombs, reading her ever-growing to-be-read pile of awesome books, dabbling in graphics or procrastinating in a number of other ways.

Follow CC on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CCStrix/

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It’s Butt Week!

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I’m participating in Butt Week!

All week long, CB Archer is holding a rump-tastic party filled with great deals, free books, prizes, games, and more! Click on the graphic above or below to visit CB’s site and learn more!

And I’ve got two books on sale this week! Both Forbidden Desires: The Complete Series and Go-Go Boys of Club 21: The Complete Series are on sale on Amazon for only $0.99 each! (Click the Butt Week graphic above or below to find the links to these books and all the other amazing MM reads on sale this week!)

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Law of Love by Bob Masters

Hi readers!

As I’ve mentioned many times before, I’m the publisher over at Deep Desires Press — we publish erotica and high-heat-level erotic romance of all romantic pairings.

Law-Of-Love-Bob-Masters-600.jpgI wanted to share Law of Love with you. This short novella came to my inbox a while back and was immediately taken by it. On the surface, Law of Love is a sweet M/M romance (with a few erotic scenes) between a park ranger who’s never even questioned or explored his sexuality and the cute lifeguard that gets a job working with him.

Digging deeper, though, Law of Love is set in 1969, shortly after the Stonewall Riots, and is thus set in a time of tumult, as the LGBTQ community begins loudly demanding equal rights. Paralleling this setting of liberation is the liberating internal journey of Joseph, the park ranger.

Over on the Deep Desires Press blog, I just shared an excerpt from Law of Love. In this scene, Joseph has realized he has some sort of attraction to Jimmy, the lifeguard, but he hasn’t yet clued in that it’s a romantic attraction. Moreover, this is the scene where Jimmy more or less forces Joseph to loosen up. Joseph has been a straight-laced park ranger since he finished college and really hasn’t ever done anything wild or adventurous — but on a midnight boat ride, Jimmy strips down and skinny-dips in the lake, inviting Joseph to join him.

As I read this scene, particularly in the context of the whole book, the simple act of Joseph deciding to drop his boxers was incredibly moving and very empowering.

You can read the excerpt here.

And you can find out where to buy your copy here.

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Louder Than Words by Siryn Sueng

As I’ve mentioned more than once, I’m one of the co-founders and publishers over at Deep Desires Press, a publishing house for erotica and erotic romance.

When we received Siryn Sueng’s submission of Louder Than Words, I immediately knew we had to publish it. I think I feel a certain kinship with the book, perhaps because, like Derrek, I’m a former teacher who crushes on Starbucks baristas. And, like Alex, I have a communication-related disability (Alex can’t speak and I am hard of hearing).

But, most of all, the reason why I knew we had to publish Louder Than Words was because the banter between Derek and Alex is just so effing cute and awkward that I’m grinning the whole time I’m reading it.

You should definitely check out this book!


Blurb:

Derrek is a local teacher in Clearwater, Florida. He frequents a nearby coffee shop before work every morning, where he finds himself enraptured with a young barista, Alex. But Alex never seems to notice him, even when he’s handing Derrek his morning coffee.

After weeks of hiding in his corner under the pretense of working, Derrek finally gains enough courage to ask Alex on a date. He’s crushed when all he gets for an answer is complete silence. He thinks it’s the end, until he finds out that Alex has a disability that has paralyzed his vocal cords.

Sign language is Alex’s way of communication, and it’s something that Derrek knows little to nothing about. With renewed determination, Derrek asks Alex to teach him sign language. Derrek wants to be able to talk to Alex, to tell him how he really feels, and find out if Alex feels the same.

But more than anything, he longs for a relationship that goes deeper than just words alone.

Louder Than Words is an 18,000-word novella.

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Excerpt:

I grabbed a bottle of water and went to the register, where the girl met me with a smile. “Candice” was what her name-tag said. I returned her pleasantries and handed her the bottle of water. As she rang up the total, I looked toward the back of the shop where employees were only allowed. I could see shelves filled with boxes but I didn’t see Alex anywhere.

I cleared my throat and got the courage to ask her where he was. “Uh, is Alex here?”

Candice stared for a moment and then laughed. “Oh, yeah. He’s here, in the back, getting more cups. Did you want to talk to him?” She paused and eyed me as if she knew me. Then she grinned. “You’re the guy from this morning, huh?” she said knowingly, catching me off guard. Had Alex told her about that? The thought had my heart tightening and my face burning with embarrassment.

“Y-yeah … about that—”

“Oh, don’t worry. He didn’t tell me much; just that you surprised him with your rather abrupt confession.” Candice interrupted me and gave me a wolfish grin.

I fiddled with my card and frowned at her. “Can I talk to him please?” I felt a little bad for speaking with a sharp tone, but couldn’t help it. I was annoyed that she was teasing me; as if Bryant didn’t do that enough.

She didn’t seem to care, though, as she walked away with her smile still in place. “Alex!” Her voice rang out in the back and I took a quick glance around the shop to make sure I hadn’t gained too much attention. I turned back to the counter as she came back with Alex in tow; quite literally towing him too, her hand wrapped around his wrist and a happy smile on her face.

“Here you go!” she said with such enthusiasm I was sure her and Bryant were related somehow. She presented Alex to me and he stood there in shock, fidgeting as he looked between her and me.

“Uh … hi,” I said and Candice snickered. I glared at her and she shrugged. It seemed to break the ice and Alex smiled.

“If you need a translator, I can do that for you. He doesn’t talk; he signs,” Candice offered.

“Yeah, I saw that earlier. Um … actually that’s why I wanted to talk to you, uh, speak with you? U-um … sorry. I’m not — anyway. I want to learn. I don’t know a single damn thing about signing, other than like A B C and hi.” I smiled like an idiot as I waved “hi” at him.

Alex’s smile grew and he leaned forward, bracing himself against the computer. He ran his tongue across his lips and I caught sight of a silver bar through the middle. Black bracelets laced his right wrist, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows. His lashes were long and thick, accenting his gorgeous green eyes. Alex’s laugh was raspy, the sound just about gone. The loudest part of it was the hard puff of air, followed by the faintest tone of his voice. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, pulling the black, sleek strands away from his face and I got a full view of the earrings in his ears; a couple of bars, rings of black and red, a stud, and a pretty, silver cuff.

He was definitely a good-looking man. I pressed on, now that the atmosphere between us wasn’t as tense. I was also distracting myself from that bar in his tongue … damn, was it tantalizing. “So, I was wondering if you could teach me. I’d like to learn.”

Alex played with the end of the black bar that crossed the top of his ear. His smile turned into a playful grin, and if I wasn’t already hooked, I was reeled in then. His hands and fingers weaved in the air forming his answer to me and I stared for a moment, too caught up in his sexy smile to really pay much attention.

“He said that’s fine,” Candice translated for me. “Said he wouldn’t mind teaching you. Especially since that’s not how you say ‘hi’ in sign language.”

Alex looked down, his smile growing, and he laughed again with that sweet soundless rasp, and my chest was tight.


About the Author:

Siryn Sueng is an erotica M/M romance writer. Mostly she writes in the fantasy, paranormal, and even Sci-Fi genres. Louder than Words, though, is her first ever contemporary work. She’s married to her wonderful husband of 13 years, and they have two cute kittens, Anubis and Kida, who drive them crazy almost all the time. Anubis fancies himself the destroyer of the elusive red dot…

Siryn is a lover of games on a wide range of platforms. She plays on the PC, console, and hand-held devices (her 3DS currently). She also plays otome novels on her tablet. Dragon Age, the Fire Emblem series, and the Tale’s series are her favorite games. Japan is where she would love to visit sometime. She’s a huge fan of Japan, including manga and anime. Siryn loves to read, though she’s been writing more than reading as of late. And she has a deep love for dragons. She has a very large collection of dragon statues in her house.

Siryn is also a co-writer with Usagi Kita. Together they write under the name ‘Lilia Blanc’ and have published their first book: King’s Lament.

Follow Siryn Sueng on Twitter: @Siryn_Sueng

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NEW RELEASE: THE PRESIDENT AND THE RENTBOY

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The President And The Rentboy

Forbidden Desires
Co-written with Sandra Claire

 

Newly inaugurated as the President of the United States of America, Daniel Grant has a secret. Despite winning a surprise upset election, built on a campaign filled with raucous rallies and an oft-repeated promise to deport illegal immigrants, Daniel is unhappy. While the media loves to speculate about him and his trophy wife, Melanie, the truth is there is no love in their relationship — moreover, as time goes on, Daniel is coming to understand that he prefers men. Itching for some sexual release, a senator discreetly hands him a phone number for Ricky — a rentboy.

Each sexy encounter with this seductive younger man leaves Daniel panting for more. But while his private sex life amps up, so, too, does his public political life, including increasing pressures from his vice-president to deport all illegal immigrants and bring about religious freedom laws so business can discriminate against LGBT customers.

Daniel struggles to balance his personal and public lives, to somehow continue seeing Ricky, despite the intense media scrutiny of everything the president does. Forbidden love is never easy, but it becomes near impossible when Daniel learns that Ricky, the young man he loves and desires so much, is an illegal immigrant from Mexico.

The President And The Rentboy is a 20,000-word novella.

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Barnes & Noble, iTunes, and Kobo links are coming soon — check out my website for all the current buy links.

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Jonathan Asche – Author Interview

Good morning book-lovers!

Today we have erotic author Jonathan Asche here for an interview. Jonathan’s new book, Dyre, is now available on Amazon.

Please welcome Jonathan Asche!

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Tell us about your new novel, Dyre.

Dyre is the story of Gene Esley, the surviving partner of a successful Atlanta real estate developer. It’s while Gene is staying at his house in the mountains of Ardenville—a fictional stand-in for Asheville, North Carolina—that he meets Dyre. Dyre is the ultimate fantasy man, and the perfect diversion for a rich, middle-aged man who’s wrestling with feelings of loneliness and guilt. The sex is awesome, but things gradually become darker as Gene suspects Dyre may be motivated by more than lust or love. Soon he’s not only questioning his relationship with Dyre, the life he shared with Geoffrey, his late partner, and even his own sanity.

What was your inspiration for Dyre?

The 1969 movie Paranoia was probably the biggest inspiration. In that movie Carroll Baker plays this wealthy widow who’s seduced by a young drifter, played by Lou Castel. Later, the drifter’s sexy sister joins them, and soon the widow’s days are a blur of drugs, alcohol and fucking these scheming siblings. It’s one of my favorite movies and I wanted to put a gay spin on it.

Dyre is your third book – what have you learned or what has changed about your writing or how you approach it over those years?

moneyshots_lgI certainly put a lot more thought into the writing now. When I wrote my first novel, Mindjacker, I approached it as nothing more than a stroke book. That’s not to say I wasn’t concerned about character development or plot, but the story was largely designed to take the reader from one sexual scenario to the next. Then I was at the Saints & Sinners Literary Festival in New Orleans the following year, and I was scheduled to read from Mindjacker, sharing the stage with a more established writers like Dominic Santi. Though I didn’t embarrass myself too badly, I felt so undeserving to be in their company. After that I was determined to approach my writing more seriously, even if I was writing smut. My follow-up novel, Moneyshots, had a far more complex story and the writing was stronger, if I do say so myself. Both Moneyshots and Dyre follow the same rhythms of mainstream thrillers—backed by the steady percussion of explicit, man-on-man action, of course.

How has the business of writing and publishing erotic fiction changed over the years?

Erotic fiction has always been the bastard child of the literary world. Still, in the past someone wanting to write in that genre had a lot more venues in which to publish their work. There were even publishers that specialized in erotica, like Bad Boy Books. I published my first porn short story in 1993, in Torso magazine. For the remainder of the ̓90s and the early ̓oughts I sold stories to various gay skin magazines—Honcho, In Touch for Men, Mandate, Playguy. When I published my first book it got reviewed in one of those magazines and that helped immensely. An ad placed in Advocate Men helped, too.

Then those magazines started going away, so I focused on writing for erotic anthologies like Cleis Press’ Best Gay Erotica series. Writing for the anthologies always seemed a bit more highbrow, and getting accepted in one always made me feel a little more respectable, like I had arrived. Also, the expectations were higher so that really helped push me as a writer. Not that the skin mags would publish any ol’ thing I banged out, but those relied more on formula. That said, I missed the magazine money. Not that anyone writes gay porn to get rich, but to put it in perspective: I could get $150-$200 per story when I wrote for magazines; an erotic anthology usually pays $50-$75.

The options are a lot more limited today, especially if you want to get paid for your work. There are still gay anthologies to contribute to, but not as many as there once were, and publishers targeting the gay market only publish so many erotic titles a year. That leaves self-publishing, which has exploded over the past few years. Today a writer can sell his or her story directly to readers on Amazon, but good luck reaching readers. It’s easy to get lost in the vastness of the internet.

How has the readership changed?

I was surprised at how many women read gay erotica. I’m sure this isn’t a new phenomenon, but it’s an audience that’s a lot more visible now. It makes sense, I suppose, since guys are more likely to seek visual stimulation on the web. Women are more willing to use their imaginations.

mindjacker_lgBut the female audience can be a tough one. When Mindjacker was published in 2003, the initial response was from male readers and the response was largely positive. Over time, I noticed more women were posting reviews of the book online, and their reviews were more critical. More than a couple complained that Mindjacker had too many sex scenes. Too many sex scenes in an erotic novel—I couldn’t wrap my head around that one. Another female reviewer took issue with the main character’s power to possess men’s minds and will them to sexually gratify him, writing that what he was doing was tantamount to rape. While she wasn’t incorrect, I thought she was over-thinking it. I only wanted guys to jack off reading Mindjacker. I certainly wasn’t prepared for it to be reviewed from a feminist perspective.

I think Dyre should have a little broader appeal—at least among those who read gay erotica. There is a much stronger story, and not every chapter is an excuse for a sex scene. That said, while this book has fewer sex scenes than Mindjacker or Moneyshots, some of those sex scenes are a bit more extreme than those in my previous books.

What are the challenges (and rewards) of self-publishing?

The biggest challenge is promoting your work. Just putting your book on Amazon is no guarantee people will read it, so much of my spare time is spent trying to build an audience on social media and think up creative ways to attract potential readers. It’s been quite the learning experience.

Another challenge is all the prep work involved. I had to make things more difficult by creating my own imprint, J. Tom Books, and handling the details involved with that: forming an LLC, getting a business account, building a website. Then there was the matter of editing. I hired someone to edit, of course, but when he returned the edited manuscript I had to fuck with it some more. I was confident that my copy was pretty clean even if the story wasn’t, so I sent the manuscript off for printing. Well, when I got the initial proof copies back from the printer I gave one to my husband and asked him to skim through it for anything that was missed. He caught an error in the first sentence, which I had re-written since it had been professionally edited. The smart thing to do would have been to give the manuscript to my husband first, then turn it over to the pro. That’s the problem with the “smart thing”: it’s so obvious it’s easily overlooked.

But these challenges are also rewarding. When my books were being put out by a small publisher most of the work was falling on me, the author, anyway, so why not eliminate the middle man? I’m a graphic designer by trade, so I knew I could design an attractive cover, as well as format an interior that looked like something put out by an established publishing house. That’s the paperback, mind you. Formatting the digital edition was something else entirely. Nevertheless, I like being in control of the whole process, despite the extra work and my mistakes.

If you could expose one myth about erotic fiction authors, what would it be? And what’s the truth?

That writers of erotic fiction do so because they can’t write. In truth, a lot of mainstream authors have written “dirty” books: Harlan Ellison, Donald Westlake, Iris Owens and Lawrence Block, to name a few. And Anne Rice wrote a series of BDSM-themed books—The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, Beauty’s Punishment, etcetera—under the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure.

What’s been the most difficult aspect of writing (either in writing Dyre or in general)?

Finding time to do it!

What’s been the most rewarding experience from writing (either with regards to Dyre or in general)?

I love telling stories. Seeing a story develop from the first chapter to the last is always a thrill. A writer can be as surprised by what develops in writing a book as a reader is reading it. Dyre’s final chapters are nothing like what I initially planned when I was working on the early chapters.

What’s next for you? Another erotic novel? Something else?

While I’ve enjoyed writing erotica, I want to move on to more mainstream genres. I’m returning to the novel I had started writing before I got the idea to write and self-publish Dyre. It’s a serio-comic Southern soap opera that takes a lot of its inspiration from the Mississippi town where I lived when I was in high school. I plan to re-release Moneyshots under the J. Tom Books imprint in the interim.

Wow — lots going on in your writing world! I look forward to seeing how your writing career unfolds!

Thanks for stopping by and sharing about Dyre and about your writing career so far.

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Pendulum by L.C. Davis

Today I’m thrilled to be hosting LC Davis for his hot book, Pendulum.  It looks like a hot book and LC is doing a giveaway — watch for it at the bottom of the post!


Blurb:

Remus Black is still reeling from an abusive relationship that stripped him of everything — including his desire for love. Now all he wants is a fresh start halfway across the country, but his new roommate is determined to draw him into his strange world of chains, half-naked men and the infamous Lodge, a BDSM club as lavish as it is secretive.

When Remus is entered into the Lodge’s annual Alpha’s Pet contest against his will, he finds himself thrown to the Wolf Pack, the very type of men he needs to avoid. What’s worse is that the wolves immediately label him a submissive, something he swore he would never be again. Things get even stranger when “wolf” turns out to be far more literal than Remus ever imagined. When both the next-in-line for Alpha and his outcast brother claim Remus as their own, the entire pack is thrown into chaos.

Can Remus learn to embrace the power of submission and choose between the brothers before their rivalry tears the pack apart, or will the tension between them unravel his own sordid past?

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Excerpt:

“Oh yeah,” said Arthur, suddenly shifting gears. He flattened the crumpled flier out on the table and leaned over it. “I saw this on the way over, some guy was passing them out at the LGBT center. Total hottie, and I’m talking eight-pack, hotter-than-John Rals hot.

“Hotter than him?” I asked with feigned disbelief. The Hollywood heartthrob had never really been my type. “I don’t know about that.”

“Seriously,” he said earnestly. “Check it out.” He stabbed the paper with his finger right over the line that read “$10,000 Cash Prize.”

The figure certainly drew my attention. I read further and my interest dimmed.

The Lodge Presents the Annual Alpha’s Pet Contest

Only Hot Male Subs Ages 18-30 Need Apply

FRIDAY NIGHT ONLY

11 p.m. – -???

Winner receives access to the Alpha’s Dungeon, a photoshoot for Perfect Pets Magazine and the coveted diamond collar!

“What is this?” I asked warily. “It sounds like a cheesy reality show.”

“It’s this contest the Alphas throw every year,” he explained. “The flier is super cheesy, but the club is totally legit.”

“Who are the Alphas?” I asked, rereading the flier for a trace of an explanation.

“Oh, right. Texas,” he said, as if that explained anything. “The Lodge is this super-exclusive BDSM club and it’s run by this super-secretive society of doms that call themselves the Wolf Pack. The dance floor and a couple of play rooms are open to the public every weekend, but the dungeon is members only.”

“I see,” I lied. My confusion must have been evident because Arthur gave me a knowing grin.

“You can’t be such an innocent farm boy that you’ve never even heard of a dungeon.”

“No,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear. It was an embarrassing tick I’d never been able to kick. “I know what BDSM is, it’s just that most of the gay clubs in Austin are a bit more mainstream.”

“Well, that sucks. And here I thought it was supposed to be the gay oasis down there. Whatever, you’ll adapt quick. This place is like the campus obsession. Even women are always trying to crash events.”

“BDSM isn’t really my thing,” I admitted, taking a sip from my latte.

“Let me guess, too many shades of bullshit turned you off?” he teased.

I laughed. “No, nothing like that. My ex was just domineering enough for a lifetime, that’s all.”

“Ohh,” he murmured, leaning back in his chair. “I get ya. Dom doesn’t stand for domineering asshole, though. Some guys just don’t know the difference.”

“No,” I agreed. “They don’t. It sounds like fun, though. I hope you win the prize.”

“Me?” he asked, pointing to his chest with wide eyes. “Oh, no. I’m not entering.” He patted his stomach. “This doesn’t oil up well. Besides, they’re looking for a straight-up sub and I’m a switch. I’m sure as hell gonna enjoy the free drinks and eye candy, though.”

I pursed my lips in an attempt to hide my amusement. “Well, maybe the dogs will have a bear cub night soon.”

“Wolves, actually,” he corrected with a wistful sigh. “Everything is pack-themed. It’s crazy hot. The whole place looks like a big cave.”

“That does sound like something,” I conceded. “So, what happens to the winner? Do you have to, you know, get tied up and stuff?”

He thought about it for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know. You get a free membership, but every sub from here to northern Cali drools over the thought of getting some one-on-one time with the Alphas. I’m not sure anyone has ever tried to turn it down.”

“No,” I chuckled. “I’d imagine not.”

“Why?” His grin widened. “You thinking of entering after all?”

I shook my head vehemently and felt a blush creep into my cheeks. “No, just curious. Psych major, remember?”

“Sure,” he said in a disbelieving tone, standing from the table. “It’s a shame, you’d totally win if you entered. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna grab a drink. When I get back, you can tell me more about Texas.”

I smiled and nodded. That would give me some time to come up with my deflections. Then again, I was several thousand miles away from Austin. The chances of anything I told Arthur getting back to Jeff were close to nil.

The obnoxiously blue paper drew my eye and I glanced behind my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being watched before I picked it up. Ten-thousand dollars. That was a massive sum. It wasn’t nearly what I owed the university, but it might be enough of a down payment to convince them to release my transcripts…

No. That was insanity. Even if I stood a chance in frosty hell at winning their cheesy contest—which I didn’t, no matter what Arthur thought—victory would only put me at the mercy of the Wolves. All signs pointed to them being exactly the type of men I had promised myself I would stay away from.


About LC Davis:

L.C. Davis has been writing since he can remember. He started out jotting down tales about his imaginary friends in spiral notebooks and an old typewriter. Since then, he’s upgraded to a laptop but he still prefers the company of his characters to 3D people most of the time. As a transgender author, L.C. is dedicated to increasing trans visibility in the romance genre one supernatural tale at a time.

When he isn’t watching 90s sitcoms and Sci-Fi with his partner, you can find Lucien attempting to write while his two cats and fluffy lunkhead of a dog vie for his attention.

L.C. enjoys getting feedback from readers and can be contacted on Goodreads or at luciendavisofficial@gmail.com.

Follow L.C. Davis on Twitter: https://twitter.com/LucienCainDavis


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