Friday, June 29, 2018

Vorbestellen: Beast (Project Zed, 1) Ein Bear Mountain Buch

13 Juli 2018

Ein Wandler, mutiert zur Bestie und als Waffe benutzt …

Subjekt Z-701 hat nur noch wenige Erinnerungen. Gefangen in einem drogenumnebelten Zustand und kontrolliert durch Neuraltransmitter, lässt man ihn nur aus seinem Käfig, wenn Tod und Zerstörung gewünscht sind.

Bis ein Unfall sein Schicksal in eine neue Richtung lenkt.

Die Freiheit lockt, doch er findet sich in einem weiteren Käfig wieder. Ohne die Drogen werden die Stimmen immer lauter und treiben ihn nur noch weiter an den Rand des Wahnsinns.

Aber da ist Er, der eine Mann, der die Stimmen beruhigen kann und ihn vor dem Sturz in den Abgrund bewahrt.

Samuel …

Zwischen Himmel und Hölle schwankend muss er seinen Weg zu Samuel finden, oder er wird für immer verloren sein.

Hinweis: Ein homoerotischer Liebesroman für Erwachsene mit explizitem Inhalt. Jeder Band der Reihe geht innerhalb der übergreifenden Handlung auf die romantische Beziehung anderer Hauptfiguren ein. Es empfiehlt sich, alle Bände in der Reihenfolge ihres Erscheinens zu lesen. Bitte beachten: Project Zed ist ein Spin Off der Bear Mountain-Reihe. Die Reihe kann eigenständig gelesen werden, es ist jedoch besser, zuerst die Bear Mountain-Reihe zu lesen.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2018

New Release: Sacrificed to the Mountain Gods (Sacrificed, 5)

I've had so much fun with these Sacrificed books, so I was excited to return to them with a brand new story!

Always the outcast, Halfling Itari is the easy choice to sacrifice when the nearby mountain begins belching smoke and the earth trembles. He’s never fit in with his mother’s clan, his half human side making him the subject of ridicule. When he escapes, he flees into the forest—but another massive tremor causes him to fall and bump his head.

When Itari awakens, he’s in the company of two huge men. Sure they must be giant-human Halflings themselves, he feels a kindred spirit amongst them. Being part of two worlds isn’t easy; he knows that better than most. The men are roughhewn and beastly, yet he feels a savage pull—and a desire he can’t understand unlocks within.

They spend a night together showing Itari delights he never knew, and when it’s over, the two demand he yield to him. Forever. But with the mountain threatening them all, Itari knows that their time can only be brief. Thoughts of his family drag him from their arms. He knows he can save them—and must. Returning home, he holds his mother and brother tight…

And by the first light he surrenders to the gods.

Sacrificed books do NOT have to be read in order. They are similar stand alone stories built in similar worlds.

Copyright © 2018 by Kelex
 When Itari opened his eyes once more, he saw a raging fire not far away. Without moving his head, he checked to see where those who had started that fire might be. The longer his jailers thought him asleep, the better.
But instead of seeing Tertullis and Tartenillus, he saw two strangers tending the fire.
Two hugestrangers.
He searched them over. Both were dark haired and muscled like warriors. Humans? No, he didn’t think so. While he hadn’t seen all that many humans in his lifetime, he was fairly sure these two were too big. Giants?
No… too small.
Halflings like him, perhaps? He’d heard tales of others like him, and Itari wouldn’t be surprised to learn these men were human-giant Halflings.
A scent wafted his way…
His stomach clenched in hunger as he eyed the meat cooking on a spit near the flames between the men.
“Dinner will be done soon,” one of the giant-men said to the other.
But when he turned to pin Itari with a gaze, perhaps the man hadn’t been talking to his friend at all.
My gods his eyes are beautiful.They were the same blue of the pools up on the mountain. He’d only been once, to the huge waterfalls that lined the elves’ sacred halls, but they’d left an indelible memory burned into his brain.
The rest of the giant-man was coarse in appearance. His thick, grizzled beard and long, tousled hair gave him an almost beastly appearance. The man turned back to the fire. “You don’t have to feign sleep, little Halfling. I know you’re awake.”
Itari slowly sat up. He gazed at the other man a moment. They were two peas in a podlet. The other man was just as roughhewn looking, the only difference was his eyes were as green as the leaves of the pegastree, but no less brilliant. And on second look, the man’s hair was perhaps a russet color. It was hard to tell, as he wasn’t as close to the light of the flames.
“Who are you? How did I get here?”
“Ruam,” the blue-eyed man said. He pointed to his friend. “Torsten.”
“And my second question?”
Ruam eyed him over one shoulder before glancing back to the flames. “We found you battered and broken under the trees. We mended you and brought you with us while you healed.”
Itari reached up and felt his head. There was no wound. “How… how long have I been out?”
“A few hours,” Torsten answered. He handed over a pouch that Itari guessed might be water.
Itari looked up into that green-eyed stare once more, feeling almost lost in it.
“You mustdrink,” Torsten murmured.
After staring too long, Itari finally took the pouch. His fingers rubbed along Torsten’s roughened ones and their gazes met again… just before a shiver raced down his spine. The thought of those hands all over his body flashed into his mind, and his temperature rose a bit. Torsten was thickly muscled, his arms on full display thanks to the dark leather vest he wore. More of the russet hair dusted his forearms, and Itari wondered if it swept over the giant-man’s chest.
And then downward.
Itari licked his lips, his mind wandering to wicked things. He dragged his gaze away from the bulge in the man’s leather pants. Torsten looked strong. He looked dangerous. The thick metal cuffs along his wrists, heavy furred boots, and dark soot under his eyes only added to the mystique. Ruam was dressed much like Torsten.
They looked ominous… dangerous…
Yet he felt a dark pull to them both… a desire to be wrapped in their arms.
A desire for them to claim him.
Who are they?
And why did he feel such an attraction to two big, burly beasts?
He thought he saw a sliver of a smile cross Torsten’s lips, but that hint was gone as fast as lightning. Itari dragged his stare away and opened the cap. He took a drink and moaned—his eyes falling closed. The water was as cold and crisp as the crystal pools on the mountain. When he reopened his eyes, he saw Torsten staring at him. He tilted his gaze, and he saw Ruam was, as well. Their hungry gazes were bright with the light of the flames.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Sunday Spotlight: AJ Llewellyn and The Fluffer

Happy Sunday! In today's spotlight, author AJ Llewellyn is sharing a bit from her new release, The Fluffer.

Being a fluffer for a magazine’s male centerfolds should be a dream job for Jack, or will it be a ticket to hell?

Jack Casey has a communications degree and a ton of experience in the journalism field, but can’t land a full-time job. When one crops up for a mysterious new men’s magazine, he meets the hottest man he’s ever seen in his life. Somebody submitted garlic farmer Luke Silverfall to Men’s World as a centerfold. But it wasn’t Luke himself. Can Jack persuade him to model and let Jack er, fluff him up for the camera? Or is fate about to take a nasty turn for Jack?

Luke Silverfall had no idea he’d been submitted for a centerfold spread for a magazine. When Jack Casey calls him and asks about Luke’s new line of peeled onions, he assumes the guy’s a chef of some kind. Well, Jack likes to cook all right. He cooks up lies and subterfuge, or so Luke thinks. Can he trust the fluffer? Or will he have to give up the career he once wanted so desperately? Will it lie, with all his other wishes in a field of broken dreams?


I’d been half asleep when I sent off an email, starting with what I thought was an amusing reply to the post’s tantalizing words.
Production coordinator needed for new men’s magazine. Must have at least two years’ journalistic experience. Provide online links to five recent articles. Must be computer savvy with regard to layout and design. You should have no problems with male nudity.
I’d written, “I have no problems with male nudity. I adore naked men.” I’d attached my résumé, included links and contact information, per the post’s request. Okay, Jack. You did it. Keep looking. Maybe there are more ads.
There were, but I wasn’t interested in modeling, or babysitting somebody’s pet alligator. I had no mechanic skills and knew nothing about animal husbandry. I scrolled back to the ad.
Then I started to worry.
I wasn’t savvy production-wise, but that’s what YouTube was for. There was a video for everything, including magazine layout and design. Only after I hit the send button did I realize I’d probably written the wrong thing. But I’d been honest.
doadore naked men.
Steve, the editor in chief of the magazine called me half an hour later. 
“Saw your email. Like your humor. Our first issue will be out September first, so we need someone fast.”
“What’s it called?” I hoped to Google it and get a feel for things.
“Men’s World,” Steve said. “You won’t find anything online.”
Boy, was he psychic or what? 
“Can you be in West Hollywood in an hour? I think you’re the guy I’m looking for.”
I assumed he meant in his office. Not his bed. Focus, Jack. “I can be there. No problem.” I was midway through my second cup of coffee and my third— or maybe fourth— viewing of the DVD for the movie Taken. My Liam Neeson fetish had taken an obsessive turn into daddy porn, according to my brother, Mike. 
“Excellent. We don’t validate, so find parking on the street.”
“Okay. Thanks for letting me know. I look forward to meeting you, Steve.” I sounded gracious, I thought. Ha!As if I had better things to do. I had this Friday day off because it was a holiday weekend and Mike had given all his employees the luxury of a four-day break. It had been depressing to realize I had nothing else to do. No men to date, no barbecues scheduled. Just me and Liam, and some fine daddy porn. Not that I was complaining. The weather was so hot I almost fainted on the job two days before, and today’s temperature promised to climb to triple digits.
Oh, joy.

A.J. Llewellyn is the author of over 250 M/M romance novels. She was born in Australia, and lives in Los Angeles. An early obsession with Robinson Crusoe led to a lifelong love affair with islands, particularly Hawaii and Easter Island.
Being marooned once on Wedding Cake Island in Australia cured her of a passion for fishing, but led to a plotline for a novel. A.J.’s friends live in fear because even the smallest details of their lives usually wind up in her stories. A.J. has a desire to paint, draw, juggle, work for the FBI, walk a tightrope with an elephant, be a chess champion, a steeplejack, master chef, and a world-class surfer. She can’t do any of these things so she writes about them instead.
A.J. started life as a journalist and boxing columnist, and still enjoys interrogating, er, interviewing people to find out what makes them tick.

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Sunday, June 17, 2018

Sunday Spotlight - Lisa Oliver and My Treasure to Keep (The Cloverleah Pack #12)

Welcome Lisa Oliver back to Sunday Spotlight. She's here to share a bit from her new release, My Treasure to Keep (Cloverleah Pack, #12)

Thomas, paid enforcer in the Cloverleah Pack, was carrying a lot of guilt. He still believed he was to blame for letting Wesley get targeted by the dark elves, almost causing a rift in Cathair and Marius's mating. The alpha Kane, told him it wasn't his fault, and Cathair and Marius came through the experience battered but not broken, but Thomas still felt as though he had to prove his worth to himself and the pack. He spends many hours patrolling long after the rest of the pack had gone to bed, determined to do something worthwhile. It was on one of those patrol nights he hears a ruckus outside the territory wards. Dithering as to whether he should help or not, he gets the surprise of his life when his true mate falls right through the magic designed to keep everyone not pack, out. 

Ivan was carrying secrets; the main one tucked up in his battered backpack. After a six month long mission to find the Cloverleah pack, he was as surprised as the next man when he fell onto pack grounds and into the arms of his true mate. Unfortunately, other pack members, still emotionally scarred by Wesley's betrayal, didn't view his "break in" quite so favorably and Ivan ends up in the Cloverleah cells. 

Meanwhile, the dark elves are getting closer and  more brazen in their efforts to ensnare the Cloverleah pack. Pack tensions are running high and something needs to be done and soon. Through it all, Thomas and Ivan have to navigate their mating and learn to trust in each other. Secrets will hit the light of day and life for the Cloverleah pack may never be the same. As for Thomas and Ivan - time is running out for them too. A chance arrow, a ray of sunshine; will it mean Ivan and Thomas will get their HEA or will they fall at the last hurdle along with the rest of the Cloverleah pack?

My Treasure to Keep is the twelfth full novel in the Cloverleah pack. It is advised to read the previous books to gain an understanding of the secondary characters and main plot lines. This is an M/M paranormal story featuring true mates. Warnings include graphic language, intimate situations, and some violence. Not intended for readers under the age of 18.    

It’s got to be here somewhere. Ivan shot another hurried look over his shoulder. The glow from the pack lands he was seeking shone brighter than mother moon, but he’d been running for hours and there was just no way in. Grunts and then a cackle of laughter sounded behind him and Ivan knew he was running out of time.Stupid, stupid, stupid. I should never have stopped at that diner. His loud panting rang in his ears; other prey like rabbits and rodents, hiding like any sensible creature. But Ivan couldn’t stop. The Cloverleah pack was his only hope. 
But if I can’t get in, all is lost! Clutching his bag closer to his chest, Ivan tripped and stumbled as he glanced back again. The humans were getting closer. For the millionth time since he’d started on his journey, Ivan wished he could shift. Not until you find your fated mate, sweetheart, you just have to be patient. Gods, he could hear his mother’s sweet voice, and tears pricked his eyes. I’m trying, Mother. 
The thump of boots got louder, his hunters not caring that he could hear them coming. Stupid bastards thought it was a game, but for Ivan it was so much more. He knew he didn’t have much time. The crackle of the wards sent tingles over his skin. Ivan could see its glow, even though to human eyes there was nothing there. Please. A weakness, a break, a door, something. Come on guys, how do you get your freaking mail? 
A crack of a tree branch right behind him made him stumble. Even though he knew he should keep running, he made the mistake of turning. Shit. They were right there, just ten feet away. Three hugely built males who looked as though they could tear him limb from limb with their bare hands. Black cargo pants, black sweaters, black boots and their faces covered with black balaclavas. Why do all villains wear black? Ivan wondered as he slowly backed up. He knew he couldn’t run much further. The muffin and coffee he’d managed to scrape up the change for was hours before and the only thing keeping him on his feet was adrenalin. 
“I haven’t got anything worth stealing,” he said, wincing at the high pitch of his voice. 
“You’re one of them.” The tallest one stepped closer. “One of them that live in the cult. Devil’s spawn.”
“Cult? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ivan could feel the wards against his back. Fates, please don’t let them give me a zap. “I got lost. I was supposed to meet some friends camping around here. I can’t find them. You haven’t seen them, have you?”
“The only ones out in these woods are you and us,” the guy on the right cackled. “Hand over your bag.”
“I told you, I don’t have anything worth stealing.” Ivan clutched his bag closer to his chest. “I don’t know who you think I am, but you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m just a city boy who doesn’t know how to use a compass.”
“Then you’re no use to us.” The guy on the left pulled out a large Bowie knife from its sheath attached to his belt. Black of course - the belt, not the knife, although the knife had a black handle. “Give us that bag or we’ll take it from you.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. With three men advancing towards him and the wards at his back, Ivan had nowhere to run. There was no way he was giving up his bag while he was still breathing. “Leave me alone,” he yelled as loud as he could, praying someone on the other side of the wards would hear him. “I’ve got nothing you want. I’m just a nobody lost in the woods. HELP!”
The wards crackled across his back, so loud Ivan was surprised his attackers couldn’t hear it. As they lunged towards him, Ivan scrunched his eyes closed. Fates help me, he pleaded as the stench of the men filled his nostrils. His body tensed, waiting for the first blow. A big hand grabbed his arm and he was yanked…back? Electricity prickled across his skin and then suddenly, he was lying on grass, the wards in front of him this time. He opened his eyes to see a tall, well-built without being overly-muscled, naked man standing above him.

About the Author

Lisa Oliver had been writing non-fiction books for years when visions of half dressed, buff men started invading her dreams.  Unable to resist the lure of her stories, Lisa decided to switch to fiction books, and now stories about her men clamor to get out from under her fingertips.

When Lisa is not writing, she is usually reading with a cup of tea always at hand. Her grown children and grandchildren sometimes try and pry her away from the computer and have found that the best way to do it, is to promise her chocolate.  Lisa will do anything for chocolate.

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Wednesday, June 13, 2018

NEW RELEASE: Theirs by Bond (Bear Mountain, 1.5) by Kelex

Before the Book One Epilogue... get a peek into Carson, Royce, and Jared's early relationship...

Without much thought, Carson gave up his life in the human world to move to Bear Mountain and live with his mates, Jared and Royce. The bond he experienced with his two bears had felt so powerful, that he’d plunged in headfirst, ready for a new adventure.

As time has worn on, the potent insta-lust they felt in those first days fades some and the weight of a new, burgeoning romance falls on their shoulders. Adding in a new wrinkle, doubts form that threaten their chance at forever.

They all soon discover that a relationship demands work on all sides. It will take commitment to propel them from the lust of their animal mating to the love they all sensed was possible from the start.

Unless secrets tear them apart first.

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Chapter One

Before the Epilogue

Carson Davies’ fingers flew over the keyboard as he tried to wrap up work for the day. Intent on the screen, he let out a scream as he felt a pair of hands grab him from behind. Flipping his head to the side, he saw a smiling Royce behind him and breathed out a relieved sigh.

“Jumpy much?”

“You’re going to give me a heart attack if you sneak up on me like that,” Carson said.

“I can give you mouth to mouth, if you need it,” Royce added with a grin.

“Oh yeah?” Carson asked, his heart still thundering in his chest. 

As Royce wrapped his big, strong arms about Carson and lowered his head, that thundering shifted from fear to anticipation. The scent of his big bear shifter filled his nose—the musky scent of man and that woodsy aroma of bear—and it got his blood pressure rising.

When Royce’s lips hit his, the shifter feasted on him. A hunger Carson hadn’t felt just moments before raced through his veins—but that wasn’t news. They barely had to touch him to get his heart pounding and need making it impossible to think straight. Royce drew away after a moment, leaving him wanting more.

“I brought dinner,” Royce murmured huskily. “You should come eat. Jared’s getting the table set.”

Carson glanced at the time at the corner of his screen. “You two are home early.”

“We’re celebrating,” Royce announced.

One of Carson’s brows rose. “And just what are we celebrating?”

“You arrived at the inn exactly three months ago.”

Carson chuckled. “Really? We’re doing quarterly anniversaries?”

Royce smiled. “Well, to be honest, I was planning on grabbing dinner from the restaurant on my way home anyway. We’ve all been busy.”

“So why did we need a reason for take out tonight versus every other night we’ve done it?” Carson asked with a grin. He knew the three-month thing was a bit cheesy, but there was something inherently adorable that Royce had remembered and wanted the mark the date.

“I ran across an invoice that somehow got missed in my data entry—and in doing my research, I stumbled across your check-in date. I figured fate was trying to tell me to appreciate the blessings I have and come home early to my mate and brother bear to celebrate.”

“Your bear godssent you a message, hmm?” 

Something like that,” Royce murmured before swooping in for another kiss.

Carson moaned against the bear’s lips, hungry for more than a few enticing kisses. And it definitely wasn’t for food. He turned back to his computer, even as his body screamed in protest. “Let me wrap up a couple of emails and I’ll be out for dinner shortly.”

Royce nuzzled against his ear as Carson forced his fingers moved back to the keyboard, making it hard to focus on work.

The bear’s tongue laid a hot trail down his neck, making Carson’s head fall back some. He bit back a moan, the need for Royce growing with every second. Royce let out a low growl, the rippling sound washing over Carson and making his body ache.

His fingers typed along, the speed varying as he paid more attention to the hot kisses on his neck and ear—but after he had to fix a typo three times before truly correcting it, he knew he had to put his foot down.

“The longer you do that, the longer it’ll take me to finish.”

Royce chuckled, sending warm breath over his ear. Carson sighed inwardly, half of him wanting to say forget it and let Royce tempt him away from his desk. But he had a potential new client and needed to wrap up at leastthat one email. He had a big Skype meeting coming up and needed to share some information with the client beforehand.

“Okay, okay.”

The big bear shifter exited the office, Carson’s stare on his perfect, firm ass the entire time. He let out a sigh once his mate was gone and quickly finished off the email he’d been typing—as well as answered a couple more brief ones. Once he was done for the day, he climbed from his seat and wandered out to the living room.

His other mate, Jared, was putting the final touches on the dining room table. Crystal. Candles. The whole shebang. A smile forced its way on his face.

Carson stopped next to Jared, letting out a low whistle. “Going all out, hmm?”

Jared rose to his full height from where he’d been bent over the dining table, a broad grin on his face. He cocked his head to the side. “You’re not worth going all out?”

Carson could only smile harder, no matter how much he tried to hide it. The last couple of weeks, his bears had gone out of their way to be… 

He paused, trying to consider the wording. Romantic? 

What had started as a lust-filled pairing was evolving into something much more—something he was ill-equipped to handle. Lust, he knew. Love, he had less experience with.


Was that what this thing between them was becoming?

Carson had quickly accepted the almost instantaneous animal bond he had with the pair. Chemistry had drawn them together and he’d gone willingly, the carnality leading him down their dark road. But if the lust ever faded… 

What did they have left?

A tiny bit of panic hit him square in the chest.

Carson was a relationship failure. He’d had a string of bad luck over the years and didn’t know if he knew how to be a good boyfriend.


Whatever the hell a mate was equivalent to in their world. He was almost afraid to ask; fearful he wouldn’t measure up to their expectations.

Jared frowned, concern on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Carson said, emotion twisting in his chest. He looked up into those glowing eyes of Jared’s knowing how much they cared.

Knowing how much he cared for them.

And how scared he was it would all go to hell eventually.

Jared reached out and brushed a few strands from Carson’s face before lowering his head to steal a kiss. It was softer than the claiming kiss that he’d just shared with Royce, but no less demanding in its own right. 

Carson lost himself in that kiss, trying to quell the worry building within. For now, all was well.

When Jared pulled away, Carson looked up into his mate’s glowing eyes. Bear shifter eyes glowed when they felt strong emotions. Sometimes he thanked the heavens his didn’t do the same. Like now. He felt vulnerable enough without them knowing what was churning inside his mind.

And in his heart.

Jared stared down at him, an odd expression on his face. “You can talk to us, you know? If something is bothering you—you don’t have to face it alone.”

Carson patted Jared on the arm, shoving the worry away. “I know. I’m good. Real good.” Why he was tempting something bad, he wasn’t sure. Just thinking something like that was opening the door for failure.

This won’t fail.

His smiled faded some, the worry creeping back in.

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Sunday, June 10, 2018

Sunday Spotlight: Frey Ortega and That Damned Alpha

Welcome Frey Ortega to Sunday Spotlight! He's sharing a bit of his recent release, That Damned Alpha (Blackrock Hollow, Book 1)


Sage Holbrooke was a free-spirited rebel living in a backwaters pack with an overbearing pack leader and a hatred for all things alpha.

But that's because he was born an omega: automatically on the lowest rung of the social ladder. Having to deal with going into heat, alphas going into rut, making sure he wasn't going to be claimed without his consent, Sage lived a life with so many rules that he just wanted to break free. So he did. Anytime he could. With -anyone- he could bend the rules with.

That is, at least, until he met Javi Castellano.

And then everything changed.

That Damned Alpha is a short novel complete at 36,978 words. It involves no cheating, a HEA, angsty omegas, and headstrong alphas.


Sage Holbrooke never did say he was a shining example of how omegas should be.

He was a hunter—a go-getter—and when something was on his sights, he knew he had to go for it. Tonight, it was the man from across the bar.  The man had that glint of danger on him, along with a scent of virility so strong it was almost cloying, and a confident ease that belied every action he took.

This particular stranger was an alpha, and he was hot. Those two things were all Sage needed to know.

The sound of country music played around them, thrumming just under the din of people playing pool and resting after a hard day’s work. There were plenty of guys in the bar, some of whom were eyeing Sage up and down like the tasty morsel that he knew that he was. Others still, were looking at him in disgust, knowing exactly what he wanted and why he was there.

But Sage didn’t care about any of that. His eyes were trained right at this man at the other end of the bar, nursing his drink. The men around these parts usually looked the same, but not this guy. He had a certain…air about him. It was a quality that Sage couldn’t quite explain, but he was definitely attracted to. One look at the stranger, and Sage knew one thing they had in common, however.

They were both not from around here. That was good. There were less chances of any of Sage’s indiscretionsleaking out to his personal life. Small towns and small packs being what they were, some dude from this town could still find their way back to Sage’s hometown, yammer away about what he’s done, and life would become hell of a lot harder than it needed to be.

Truth was, Sage didn’t like “playing” where he lived. People in small towns had a way of yakking and gabbing about the people around them, and Sage already had a bit of a reputation where he lived. They called him a promiscuous omega. Being somewhere new, a couple of towns away, was better for Sage’s sex life. Sure, there wasn’t a gay bar in a hundred-mile radius of his home, but little truck stops like these were good enough for the kind of fun Sage had in mind.

Even if the whole “one-night stand with a stranger” scenario could be more dangerous for him than just becoming a social pariah.

Sage grimaced, and fought off the urge to shudder. He didn’t want to think about that right now. Just focus on finding a guy, and getting laid. That’ll stop you from thinking too much.

And that was really the only reason he would ever decide to leave Blackrock Hollow, anyway. Sometimes, the call of a really good cock could temper any rational thought. Sage wasn’t even in heat, but if he was, he was going to be doubly fucked. Nonetheless, he understood that when a guy needed a good fucking, he really needed a good fucking.

Maybe the desire to get utterly plowed was just one of Sage’s quirks, and not a universal thing. Still, it didn’t really change the fact that he couldn’t do this sort of secret rendezvous with anyone from his small town. People talked. He could only imagine what they’d say in the slightly-larger-than-usual chance that he got pregnant from one of these trysts, let alone if they just found out that the reason he went out of town so often was to have a night of anonymous sex.

He wanted as uncomplicated a life as possible. Finding some guy to have a one-night stand with a couple of towns over was easier, left no messes, and then he could go back to the quiet little hovel he called his home.

Blackrock Hollow, Sage’s hometown, wasn’t even a dot on the map, really. Theirs was a town in the middle of bumfuck-nowhere, smack-dab in the heart of what Sage considered rural America. Blackrock Hollow was about as nondescript a town as a town could be. He couldn’t really troll around for a one-night tryst there. There was barely, like, a hundred people in their town.

Sage inwardly shivered. It would basically be like incest.

The only reason they even functioned as a town was that they had their own post office. And though gay relationships existed in Blackrock Hollow, it was usually a result of an alpha claiming an omega to be their own. Omegas were treated worse than second-class citizens simply because they were different.

It was sickening, but Sage didn’t want to think about that.

But this guy—this man that made Sage’s inner wolf growl and yip and whine and scratch at his insides just to let the omega inside him loose—well, he feltdifferent. First of all, because he didn’t look like he was from around here, the way that people were eyeing him as warily as they eyed Sage. Second of all, because he just seemed to ooze sex appeal. There wasn’t an inch of this stranger’s body that Sage hadn’t ogled by now—well, what parts of him that Sage could see over the bar, anyway. Then there was the scent of him, which told Sage immediately that the man was a wolf shifter, just like he was. The smell in the air called to him like a moth to a flame.

And true, there were plenty of alpha wolves around, but not many who were actually built to lead. This guy didn’t just demand attention, he commandedit, and it was downright intoxicating.

Sage was piqued, maybe even aroused, from the very moment he set his eyes on the other man. It was beginning to win over the anxiety he was feeling. He went from tapping his fingers softly on the bottle, over and over, to actually sipping the alcohol and calming his frayed nerves.

This alpha was all muscle and strength contained in an almost-ratty white shirt. He had tanned, swarthy skin that was ochre in hue. Judging from some mild crisscrossing of slightly lighter-pigmented skin across his hands, some on his chest, and even on his neck, the stranger had his fair share of scars—he’d probably seen a scuffle or two that had turned serious in his time. He had an angular jawline and dark eyes that were downright piercing. His close-cropped black hair trailed down into a thick five o’clock shadow that wrapped around the bottom half of his face.

All that, andhe swigged back a shot of tequila without even so much as a grimace. There was that slightly playful, amused expression on his face, and the sum total of all of those parts put together basically ensured that Sage’s hard-on was stiffer than a board. An erection that was definitively caused by this bronze-skinned Adonis of an alpha.

An alpha whose eyes slowly met his, and they were actually a deep, rich brown in color. Striking. Piercing.

The man grinned. If it seemed possible, the intensity in his eyes seemed even stronger.

Was he interested? He definitely seemed interested.

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Sunday Spotlight - Hayden West and Reconciliation *Special Saturday Edition*

Welcome Hayden West back to a special Saturday edition of Sunday Spotlight! 

Hayden's here to share a bit from their new military com-temporary gay romance, RECONCILIATION.


Army Ranger Braxton Davidson hasn’t been home since he messed up his relationship with his best friend. However, this year he’s heading home for the holiday. And it’s inevitable that he will run into Travis…

Travis Saunders is in love with his best friend. Or is that ex-best friend? He wasn’t sure anymore as they’d a thing one night that Brax labeled a mistake. When he sees Brax again, will things be the same?

Will there be a chance for reconciliation?

Chapter One


The hot, arid breeze moved around him, not doing much in the way of offering relief. Braxton Davidson and his team were suffering through the Jilal, the harshest dry season of the year in this country. He hated it and longed to return to his ranch in Idaho and get some of the nice cold winter air it would have. Not here, not in December. Snow at home and where he was, equatorial heat.

That wasn’t the only thing that Idaho had that Somalia didn’t. Travis Saunders. He bit his lower lip and blinked away the blowing grit. He hated that he continually thought about Travis. Surely the man didn’t want to see him. Not with how he had left things between them.

He snorted. There wasn’t anything between them now. Hell, he’d been very blunt when he dropped that bombshell on Travis after their night together. He’d called it many things, a mistake, a one-time thing. But never once did he say what had truly been on his mind. That was his forever man. There wouldn’t be anyone else for him other than Travis.

Hell, I don’t even know if he’s single. He may have someone in his life now.

Red settled over his eyes, and he realized he didn’t need to think that way in regard to Travis. Especially not in this moment when he had other things requiring his attention and focus. He pushed away the memory of the blond-haired rancher who had at one time been his best friend.

They’d grown up on neighboring ranches. Their parents and sisters were also friends, so it was always a toss-up whose house they would be at. In middle school and high school, they’d played sports together, gone out on double dates with girls and even done prom together with their dates.

It wasn’t until he had come home from his first overseas tour that it had changed. He had woken to a very explicit dream of him and Travis together. His cock, hard and throbbing. As he’d been jacking off, Travis had walked into the room.

It wasn’t anything new for them to do that together, guys did. This time though as it was the man he had been dreaming about who’d come into the room, he’d been torn between finishing and trying to pretend it was normal or stopping and acting affronted.

When he spied the thick length of Travis’ uncut cock in his shorts, he held onto that image, shut his eyes and finished jacking off. That whole day was one he wouldn’t forget. They’d gone riding and when they were back for the barbeque dinner at his family’s house, both of them were trying to pretend everything was fine between them.

After the meal and once everyone had gone to bed, he’d been out in the gazebo, just hanging out with a beer. Travis showed up. It went from there to sex to him making his friend feel like the worst person in the world. He hadn’t been home since.

This was his fifth tour.

“Boondock. You’ve got company on your six.”

He didn’t move. Instead he sent up a quick prayer they wouldn’t see him. “How many?”

“I count four. Want me to light them up?”

“No. Let’s pray they walk right on by. We’re here for our tango. Not anyone else.”

“Roger that. Hold your breath. They’re just about on your ass.”

He knew he was well covered but did as suggested anyway. He wasn’t about to throw away a two-week stakeout because some locals were walking close to him. The crunch of their shoes on the dirt rang next to him, and he narrowed his eyes, keeping the maximum of swirling dirt out.

After a few tense moments they had moved on and he was again by himself out in the middle of the damn desert while his team watched his back. It wasn’t easy, this job of his, but he loved it and wouldn’t change it for the world.

After another two hours of barely moving, Shareed was in view. Moments later the man collapsed to the ground, the well-placed bullet ending his life before anyone knew what had happened. As his bodyguards scrambled to find the shooter, Boondock and his team were humping to their exfil.

In the belly of the helo, he accepted the offered water bottle and drank it down with gratitude. Meeting the gazes of his men, he smiled. “Mission well done, ladies. Let’s get the fuck out of here and see if we can’t make it home for Christmas.”

“Fuck yeah,” Lance Unders hollered, whooping it up with his deep Texas drawl.

He stretched out his legs as the men laughed and joked.

“What about you, Boondock? Special plans for the holiday? Hot woman to find?”

He smiled. “Just heading home to the ranch. See my folks and my sister.”

“Sounds almost like it belongs on a Hallmark card, sir. Almost.”

He laughed. “And here I was thinking a coffee commercial.”

“Either way, sir. I hope you have a great holiday.”

Yeah, so did he.

On the carrier they were stopping off at on their trek back, he called his sister to let her know he was coming.

“It will be so good to see you, Brax.”

“Thanks, Carrie. Don’t tell mom and dad. I want to surprise them.”

“Got it. Anything special I can have in the house waiting for you when you get here?”

“Nope, anything that doesn’t come out of a pouch or have sand in it will be just fine for me.”

“Call me when you land. I can come get you if you’d like.”

“I’ll do that. Gotta run. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too.” She hung up the phone but not before he heard the tears in her voice.

For a moment he debated calling Travis. What was the point? He’d surely run into him in town once he was back. Then he could apologize for the ass he’d been.
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