Each man harbors his own secrets. Would this cost them their lives?
Trey lives a double life. By night, he’s lovers with a wolf shifter in his dreams. By day, he pines after Jovan, who Trey has a massive crush on.
When he and Jovan finally become lovers, day becomes night and Trey’s perfectly balanced world comes crashing down.
Trey discovers there’s more at stake than his desires and passions. Who is the man Trey catches kissing Jovan? How is the wolf shifter involved in this?
When Trey is caught in evil’s grasp, how will he escape? What will become of him and Jovan? Or the wolf shifter?
Product Warnings: This book contains manlove romance in all its glory, between not two, but three luscious men.
* This book is standalone with a happy ending. No cliffhangers.
Genre: Erotic Romance, LGBTQ, Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Romance
Theme: Menage a Trois, Shifters
Publication Date: May 23, 2013
Book length: 25,274 words
Trey blinked awake, the lack of dreams disconcerting. The wolf hadn’t come to him the first time in several months. He never thought he’d feel this, but he missed the damn shifter. And not just the sex, but his presence.
For a moment, he lay there in the semi-darkness, disoriented by the sensation of losing something–someone–important. The bright, full moon shone through the window, illuminating the room with ghostly light.
His thoughts drifted to Jovan. He wanted to lay claim to him, body and soul. He wanted to be claimed. Jovan was his, and he was Jovan’s, and he wanted the whole world to know.
Shaking, he sat up, emotion threatening to overflow. When, when, when?
He stilled. Why not now? Wasn’t Jovan planning a treat for him on his birthday, which was today?
His shaking, which hadn’t stopped, intensified. Images of surprising Jovan in bed flashed through his mind, their naked bodies entwining on the mattress sending a streak of heat to his dick, which stiffened to stone hardness under the blanket. He reached inside the boxers, palming himself and groaning at the few swift strokes he gave himself before taking his hand away. Wouldn’t it be better if Jovan were the one doing that? Why not have an early birthday celebration?
Before he could change his mind, Trey pushed aside the blankets and went to Jovan’s room.
Moonlight streamed in, the light not strong enough for him to see in perfect detail, yet he traced the perfection of Jovan’s features in his mind’s eye: the golden hair and straight nose, the huge eyes he knew were startlingly blue. He shucked his clothes, shivering a little in the pre-dawn morning air.
Trembling more from excitement than from the cold, he drew away the blanket covering Jovan. Inch by inch, his love’s form was revealed, and Trey admired the firm body, his gaze lingering on the muscled breadth of his chest and the thick hard length of his erection, which lay in an enticing position against his belly. Sound rushed in his ear and his breath shortened, his dick hardening further.
Jovan’s lips were firm and dry, hot and supple. Trey didn’t know how long he kissed his sleeping beauty when Jovan started to respond, opening his mouth and plowing one hand into Trey’s hair, anchoring him for a deeper kiss.
A raw moan of hunger rose from his throat and spilled into Jovan’s mouth. He ached with longing, the intensity of it so acute, his heart squeezed. His hand slipped low and wrapped it around Jovan’s erection, the heat of it burning his palm.
Trey broke the kiss, gasping for air.
Jovan’s eyes fluttered and opened. The passion that glazed his eyes turned to confusion. “Trey?”
He grinned. “I decided to open one of my birthday presents.”