Summary:
Like your favorite Hallmark movie...only way more gay.
An omega too busy helping others to find his own happily ever after...
Nathan Willis doesn't need an alpha. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. He's content enough crafting magical clothing for the people of Vale Valley, thank you very much. When a spell backfires, he becomes part of his very own Cinderella story--now if only he could forget the handsome alpha who mistook him for someone else...
A sweet-toothed alpha looking for a place to call home...
A wolf without a pack, Caius Valens longs for someone to treasure and take care of. It's hard to find someone to get close to when they don't know you're a shifter. His travels lead him to Vale Valley and the local Chocolatier's Gala, where he falls into his very own fairy tale. Right down to the mysterious beauty disappearing at the stroke of midnight.
Can they find their way back to one another before the spell breaks? And will both men find themselves along the way?
Welcome back to Vale Valley, where love is always in the air and magic lies around every corner.
That Magical Moment is the first book in the Vale Valley Valentine's series. If you're looking for a sweet and steamy small town open to everyone in need of love and a home, you've come to the right place. This book contains magical clothing, incredible edible sculptures, way more than a dozen roses, and a feel-good happily ever after. Grab a glass of wine, a box of chocolate, and curl up with this heartwarming holiday read.
Summary:
A groundhog, a cupid, and a koala walk into a bar…
The worst part of bearing the Cupid Curse is that alpha cupid Roberto spends his days and nights helping others find the kind of love he knows he’ll never experience himself. When he moves to Vale Valley, he assumes his life will continue unchanged—no matter what his private hopes might be.
Daniel, an alpha groundhog shifter, recently scored a career-building job at the local human television station a few towns over, so he moved to Vale Valley to be near family. Little does he know that Vale Valley holds not only secrets but also his true mates.
Omega koala shifter Cam loves living in Vale Valley. As the late-shift bartender at The Bar, the local shifter hangout, he’s able to make ends meet while doing something he enjoys. Still, he’s lonelier than he likes to admit.
But a late-night chance meeting on Groundhog Day breathes new life into this trio—especially the omega—after a hot night together. Working through an unusual pregnancy and career complications only solidifies their bond. Maybe all three can finally find a happily ever after in this sweet small town where love is just as magical as its inhabitants.
Welcome back to Vale Valley, where love is always in the air and magic lies around every corner. Their Koala Omega is a super sweet with knotty heat mmm mpreg romance featuring three smoking hot men, an unusual pregnancy, and one set of wings--and can be read as a standalone.
One alpha dragon…
Meets another alpha dragon…
And can’t even see the omega who’s right by his side—the one who’s been loving him for years.
Unless they realize they all three belong together—and always have.
Brent
I had found my calling at the Vale Valley Repertory Theater. Not as an actor—my plans aren’t that grand—but as a stagehand.
I’ve worshipped Aidan since I met him. When Tyson joins the cast, it’s all I can do to contain my lust. If only they’d realize I’m here, watching them. Waiting in the wings.
Aidan
Hooking up with another alpha dragon is playing with fire. As much as I adore Tyson, I’m afraid his passion for me could burn out overnight, leaving me heartbroken and alone.
And if I stick with Tyson, I might never get the chance to pursue the quiet warlock stagehand, an omega I’ve had my eye on for months now.
Tyson
When I took the role in the February play at the Vale Valley Repertory Theater, I never expected to meet not one, but two of my soulmates there. But what will we do when this play is over and our lives change again?
And what will we do if that pregnancy test Brent just took is positive? If we can figure out how to stay together, will our love take flight?
Waiting in the Wings is book 2 in the second season of the multi-author series about Vale Valley, a small town open to everyone in need of love and a home. It's a shifter MMM Mpreg romance featuring two gorgeous dragon alphas who know how to bring the knotty heat, a warlock omega who needs the magical love his alphas have to give, and a surprise gift that will warm your heart, all set in the mystical, magical, love-filled Vale Valley! Pull up a chair, grab a box of chocolates, and settle in for this sexy and sweet standalone Valentine’s Romance read!
That Magical Moment by Connor Crowe #1
Love Spells Are For Losers
Nathan
“I told you, I don’t do love spells. Not even for my best friend.”
Miles slumped his shoulders and groaned. “Pleeeease? Come on, us omegas gotta stick together!”
I crossed my arms. “I said no. Love spells are too dangerous. Too many ways they can go wrong.”
“Is it really a love spell though, if you just put a little extra something in my coat for tonight? You can do that, right?”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I can do a lot of things, Miles, but I’m sorry. You’re gonna have to find your mate the old fashioned way. Now can I help you with something else, or are you going to keep me away from paying customers all day?”
“Geez, you’re no fun. Full moon getting to you?”
I clenched my teeth and suppressed a growl. “Why don’t you ask me if I’m on my period while you’re at it?” I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a breath. “Don’t you have somewhere to be tonight? You kept talking about some big fancy party you were serving at.”
“The Chocolatier’s Gala is tonight.” Miles perked up. “I’ll just be the one passing around the champagne, but have you seen some of the stuff they come up with? Positively mouthwatering, man.”
I gathered a bundle of the latest beanies into my arms and brought them out to the market stall, arranging them on the table so that passerby could see each design. I’d even crocheted a few flowers onto these, and with spring on its way but a chill still in the air, they’d be perfect.
Miles followed me, of course. I couldn’t escape my friend’s gaze for long.
“I’m willing to bet the serving staff have a ‘look but don’t touch’ policy on the chocolate though, right?”
“Yeah.” Miles sighed, then his eyes flicked to the sign at the front of my shop. He burst out into laughter instantly, rushing over to it.
“What? What happened?” I finished up sticking the price tags and looked up. “Some kids vandalize it or something?”
“No,” Miles said between snickers. “Even better. I think I know why you’re not getting much business.”
Ugh, what was it now? I stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked over to the front of the stall. Then I started laughing, too.
The sign reading “love in every stitch” had bent in the wind, leaving a score across the display board and a growing tear up the middle.
“Love...itch.” I read with a smile. “That doesn’t sound very attractive at all, does it?”
“It really doesn’t. Love itch sounds like you need to see a doctor!” He cracked up again, and I couldn’t help it. I laughed too.
“Okay, wise guy. Grab the sign and get in here.” I jerked a thumb toward the back of the stand where I had a little work area. “Help me fix the sign and then maybe I’ll think about your request.”
“Deal.”
******
After finishing the sign and helping a few customers, the sun had long since reached its peak. It started to wane toward the horizon and cast the town in its warm, sleepy glow. Time to pack up soon.
Miles had stayed around to help out, and normally I wouldn’t have minded, but he had it in his mind that he needed help in the love department and wouldn’t let me forget it.
Not my proudest moment, but I’ll admit I considered pawning off a sweater on him with the guise of taking inventory, only to have it quiet my friend up for a little while so I could think.
It wasn’t that I had anything against love, no. It was just…messy. And with magic, it got even messier.
I was breaking down the displays and putting things back in boxes when I felt Miles’ presence behind me again.
“You don’t give up, do you?” I said wearily, though I still couldn’t help but smile. His tenacity, in any other situation, made him a steadfast friend.
“You always make such beautiful things for other people, Nathan. But never for yourself. Why is that?”
The question caught me off guard. I hadn’t been expecting that. Something else about how he was so lonely and needed my help, probably. But not this.
“What?”
“You heard me.” Miles gestured at the bins full of scarves, hats, and sweaters in every color of the rainbow. “You put so much time and care into the things you create for others. Yet I’ve never seen you take a real vacation. Never seen you go on a date, either. I just…want to make sure you’re okay.”
Of course I was okay. What kind of question was that? I frowned at my friend, but something twisted in my gut. He had a point, much as I didn’t want to admit it.
“I’m fine, Miles.” I stacked the bins on top of one another and pointed to a rack of hand-warmers still standing in the corner. “Grab those for me, will you?”
Even as I completed the last work of the day and prepared to go home, Miles’ words haunted me. When was the last time I’d taken a break? Months ago? Years?
“If this is some kind of trick to get me to do that love spell for you, it’s not going to work.” I snapped the last of the plastic bins closed and looked around the stall to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything.
“But…” Miles trailed off. Damn him. He knew there was always a but.
“But if you come back to the workshop with me tonight, I’ll see what I can do. No love spells, though.”
Miles jumped up and threw his arms around my neck. “You’re the best, man!”
******
It was twilight before we got everything back to the storage unit slash workshop where I kept my inventory when we weren’t selling. The extra pair of hands really helped, though, and soon we were both settled in rickety thrift shop chairs with beers.
“So that Gala is tonight, isn’t it?” I asked, twisting my wrist to check the time. “Won’t it be starting soon?”
“Doesn’t start until eight,” Miles replied, “though the main event doesn’t happen till closer to ten. They want to give people plenty of time to mingle, of course.”
“And that means you’ll be flitting around with glasses of champagne trying to look fancy?”
He snorted. “Something like that.”
“Why is it so important that you go to this particular Gala on this particular night?” I asked. “You’ve never been this insistent about something before.” I paused for a moment. “And what’s more, why do you need magic help? Trying to woo someone there?”
That got a reaction out of him. He sunk into his seat, face burning a bright red. Suddenly, Miles was very interested in his beer and his shoes, yet a goofy love-struck smile still crept across his face.
“You are, aren’t you?”
Miles chewed his lip before responding. “I had one of those visions again,” he said at last, finally daring to meet my eyes. “I saw him there. Tonight.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I thought you’d stopped having visions.”
“I thought so too,” Miles shrugged. “But this one got through. It was clear as day, Nathan. There was alpha there in a red suit, his eyes the darkest grey I’ve ever seen…” He shivered. “And I saw one of your costumes there, too. That’s why I know you’ll help me.”
Narrowing my eyes, I gulped down the last of my beer and tried to make sense of his words. He’d only ever had small flashes of inspiration in the past. Nothing so detailed as this. Was that why he’d followed me around all day? Did he know this was going to happen?”
I put the bottle down on the side table and took off my glasses to rub my eyes. “And what…costume…exactly, was this person wearing?” Might as well play along, I thought. Didn’t look like he was gonna give me a break otherwise.
“I’m sure it was me,” Miles continued, clasping his hands together. I noticed with some surprise that they were shaking. “I could just feel it, you know? I was in my regular server outfit, but there was a mask, too.”
“A mask?” I asked with some amusement. “You know the Masquerade Ball isn’t until Valentine’s Day. Maybe you’re thinking of that instead.”
“No.” Miles shook his head. “I know it was tonight. There were chocolate sculptures everywhere, laced with sugar and sprinkles and everything you can imagine. I could even smell it in my vision, Nate. It was definitely the Gala tonight.”
“So you saw some kind of mask,” I repeated, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. “And it had some kind of spell on it too?”
Miles nodded. He gave me those huge puppy dog eyes he knew I couldn’t resist. “Please say you’ll help me?”
I gave a long-suffering sigh, then stood up. “Fiiiine. But if any funny business happens, it’s all on you, man.”
“Yes! Totally!” Miles leaped up and clapped his hands together. “Now let’s go look at your collection…”
Their Koala Omega by Lorelei M Hart #2
Chapter One
Daniel
I dropped my bag in the corner of the apartment that would be my home for the next few months. Or so I hoped only the next few months. In my starry-eyed dreams, everything from the morning’s newscast will go viral, and I will finally be called up for a real meteorologist position at one of the top markets. Until then, I was Channel 10’s weatherman, Daniel Raines.
My family seemed to not see nor want to understand the difference between being a station’s meteorologist and their weatherman. They assumed me being on television was close enough to my dream job I should just be happy.
And maybe they were right. Sure, I got my current job because of my looks and not my 4.0 GPA at one of the best schools in the country, but it was in my field and so many of my contemporaries were working jobs not even close to what they studied in school.
I looked around the apartment, which had come furnished, and decided I needed out of there. It was one thing to be home alone, but this place just didn’t feel like home. Maybe it was the rattan living room furniture or the flowered wallpaper, or maybe it was the fact that I was completely alone.
I snatched my keys and decided to walk the four blocks to the bar that had caught my eye when I moved in a few days earlier. Its name, The Bar was what had me remembering it more than anything else. Who names their bar, The Bar?
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I reluctantly took it out and answered it when I saw it was my uncle Larry. “Hello, Uncle Larry.” I took a deep breath. He was probably still pissed at me for the way I conned him into helping me that morning. I really couldn’t blame him.
“All settled in, Daniel?” That was unexpected.
“Not really something I plan to do, Uncle Larry. That’s why I got a furnished place.”
Uncle Larry was from Vale Valley, and from the second I told him about the job a few towns over, he’d been all about me “becoming a local,” whatever that meant.
“It wasn’t as if I planned to hide from my shadow this morning but there you have it,” he jibed.
“I’m sorry about that. I just—I want to use my skills and not be a glorified teleprompter reader. You know?” I leaned back against the wall.
It really had been unfair of me to ask my uncle to shape shift into his groundhog so I could “rig” the results, and not only have an amusing video to share with the interwebs and get me noticed, but to be the newscaster who got the prediction right. I used science to determine what he was going to do and from the national circuit, he was the only groundhog to suggest six more weeks of winter. Of course the national circuit included Punxsutawney Phil and another wannabe from Iowa, so not really saying much.
In retrospect, it felt pretty darn scummy.
“Sorry about that. I was just—” I sounded like a broken record of shitty excuses.
“You were just letting your ambition get in the way of who you are.”
I totally deserved that.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. Do you want to come with me to The Bar? I was just heading out.”
“Like I want to be there for that?” He was teasing, but I couldn’t quite figure the funny in it.
“I don’t get you, you know.” I started out of my apartment, figuring he could keep me company along the way. Uncle Larry had been the one bright spot about being in Vale Valley so far. I missed being around family.
“You don’t need to.”
“Hey, do you know if tomorrow it’s going to rain?” a little old lady called out from the apartment across the hall. Sometimes I hated being a groundhog. People assumed the silly rumors were true about weather detection. Not that I helped with that by actually going to school for it.
“A little, but it will probably turn to snow pretty quickly,” I called back as my uncle broke out in laughter on the other end of the phone.
I hadn’t lied to her. That was what the weather models indicated. She just assumed it was my inner groundhog.
She was the fifth person that day alone to ask, not including work where it was expected.
Of course, at work they had no idea who I was. Probably why I liked living in the human sector of the world and not in towns like Vale Valley where the mask of normalcy is dropped and people can just be who they are. Which sounded fabulous if it didn’t mean getting accosted by weather beggars all day.
She shut her door as I kept on walking, very content to get out into the fresh evening air.
“Are you done laughing?”
He wasn’t.
“Sorry, but now you know how I feel.” I hadn’t thought about that. I only got that crap when I was here or happened to be in the presence of nonhumans. He was surrounded by people who knew who he was day in and day out and, unlike me, he had to pull all his answers out of his ass or from his daily paper.
“And yet you still suggested I come here.” I balanced the phone on my shoulder and I fumbled to zip up my coat. It wasn’t freezing out, but the cold was starting to seep in.
“It is your chosen field. I thought you would enjoy it.” He giggled. Like full-on giggled.
“You can’t even say it without giggling like a schoolgirl,” I chastised, turning the corner as two more people asked me the weather. Because of course they did.
“Fair enough.” He waited until I was done giving the same report yet again. “I have to go. Have a really fun time tonight.”
The way he said fun had me on edge. Uncle Larry had a way of knowing things, and if he was saying that that way after his earlier comment about not being there for that, there was something to it.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I didn’t even know why I bothered. He wasn’t going to tell me. He never did. It used to drive my Uncle Elmer bonkers before he passed. Sadly, I had a feeling the reason Uncle Larry hid that part of himself from Elmer was because he knew what was coming—knew that Elmer wouldn’t live to see his first grandchild.
“Oh, you’ll see.” He clicked his tongue. Huh. “Dinner tomorrow?”
“Is Ivan cooking?” I asked hopefully. Ivan was Uncle Larry’s second husband and the world’s best cook. I’d drive all day to have one of his meals. Not that I’d turned Uncle Larry down if he said he was cooking, I’d just plan accordingly and eat before I left.
“You think I would offer if it was my slop?” Yeah, he would.
“Then I’ll be there.”
Once again I was interrupted, this time by a young couple pushing a baby buggy. This was getting old and quickly, even if it did give me an opportunity to talk to everyone in town. Sometimes a man just wanted peace and quiet.
“Night.”
“Night. And remember, Vale Valley is not like anywhere else,” he singsonged.
“Umm okay.” I didn’t bother asking him what he meant. It was fruitless at best, frustrating at least.
I slipped my phone into my pocket just as I reached the front entrance to The Bar. From the looks of things, it was closed up tight, the dark door firmly in place, the windows, for I assumed there were windows, around back giving no light from the place other than a tiny bulb above the door. There wasn’t even an open sign.
They were open, though, the sound of the music echoing in my ears.
“Here goes nothing.” I swung open the door and walked inside. It was dark and loud and smelled of musk. Basically, it was your average shifter bar. Only it wasn’t a shifter that drew my attention. No, it was a man sitting at the bar drinking what I guessed was a scotch. He most definitely wasn’t a shifter, but that didn’t make him human.
I found myself walking in his direction, my body on autopilot, ignoring the bear who was asking me about the weather. Nothing in that room mattered except for the man at the bar.
As I got within two steps of him, I figured out why. His scent, it was the scent of my dreams—literally—I’d been dreaming of the blend of fresh-cut grass and pine mixed with amber since I hit puberty. Not that I ever shared that with anyone because it was weird. Just plain weird except maybe it wasn’t weird. Maybe it was fate. I was going with that. At least until the man opened his mouth.
“Piss off,” he mumbled into his drink. “I’m off duty.”
Just then the bear I’d ignored fell in behind me. “Are you going to ignore me, groundhog?”
Umm, yeah, I’d been planning to.
“Piss off. I’m off duty.” I mimicked the man behind mean and was rewarded with an almost chuckle, all rich and sexy.
The bear, however looked beyond pissed. And I got it, I really did. Winter was not their best times. “Sorry, man, bad day. Rain turns to snow tomorrow. Deep freeze is coming.”
He gave me a curt nod and skulked away.
“This seat taken?” I turned my attention back to the man at the bar.
“It is now.”
I sat beside him, wanting to be even closer than the barstool allowed.
“I’m Daniel.” I offered my hand and as he took it, my body warmed deliciously. He was not human. I had no idea what he was, but he held some kind of magnetic power over me. Could he be an incubus? Crap I needed to learn more about this town and stat.
“You gave in too soon. They are going to keep at it if you are so nice about it.” He turned to face me, a smile growing on his face, our hands still connected, and if I had it my way they’d stay that way.
“Thanks for the advice. You sound like you get it.”
“Being a cupid in a town of paras near Valentine’s Day has you learning right quick how to set boundaries.” He shrugged as the bartender interrupted, asking me for my drink order.
I was sitting next to a cupid in a bar full of shifters, with a raging hard-on and no desire to let the man’s, whose name I’d yet to learn, hand go. So I didn’t.
Waiting in the Wings by Coyote Starr #3
1
Brent
The first time I was sure Aiden noticed me was the day I kept the scrim from crashing down on his head in the middle of rehearsal.
I had already taken my daily walk-through of the backstage area of the Vale Valley repertory theater, checking for anything that might cause a problem. After all, as a stagehand, it was my job to make sure things ran smoothly.
More than that, as a magician, I felt like it was my job to use my powers—slight though they might be—to keep everyone safe.
And if I spent a little more time than I absolutely had to watching Aiden and Tyson, two of the actors in the play and coincidentally also two alpha Dragon shifters, that was nobody’s business but mine.
When I say it was the first time Aiden noticed me, I don’t mean he didn’t know I existed at all. After all, we had already worked together for almost two weeks by that point. He knew my name, he said hello to me, a couple of times he even laughed at my jokes.
But everyone knew he and Tyson had a thing going. So I had simply watched the two of them. Usually from the wings of the theater.
And oh, dear God, they were worth watching.
Dragon shifters are gorgeous. Even in their human form, they always look like they’re about to take flight, to breathe fire across a field of enemies and leap into the sky.
They made me want to leap with them.
I spent more time than was probably wise imagining the two of them holding me between them, taking turns pumping into me, before they shifted and lifted into the air, holding me close.
Just the thought of it made me shiver and have to adjust myself to keep from flaunting the hard-on thinking about it gave me.
I had been standing in the wings having exactly that fantasy that afternoon as I watched Aiden and Tyson rehearsing their big scene together in Romeo and Juliet.
Aiden was playing Romeo, and Tyson was playing Tybalt, Juliet’s hot-headed cousin. In the scene where they fought, the tension always seemed somehow ratcheted up higher than in any other version of the play I’d ever seen. It was like their offstage relationship made the scene better. Usually, I was riveted by the moment.
But this afternoon, as the two of them slid their swords to the hilt, coming up face to face in the midst of rehearsing the scene, an odd creaking noise caught my attention.
No one else noticed it, apparently, despite several of our cast and crew members having shifter-enhanced hearing.
Then again, no one else was as hyperaware of the various creaks and groans of the old building as I was. I glanced up and around, searching for the source of the noise but not noticing anything initially.
Then the sound came again, a little louder this time, a deep, creaking groan. This time, I realized it was coming from the rigging above us and began spooling my magic in case one of the curtains broke free.
Those curtains were on a complicated system of ropes and pulleys, and not many of them could hurt anyone, though they were made out of heavy materials.
But I didn’t want to risk it. And it turned out to be a good thing I had gotten my magic ready, as the scrim came crashing down on the stage. Unlike most of the other curtains, the scrim had a heavy weight at the bottom designed to pull it straight, so that it would work properly—assuming the lighting guys got it right—and would appear transparent at certain points during a show.
As soon as I saw the scrim break free from the ropes above and start to descend toward the actors on stage, I ran toward them, shouting out the words of a simple spell meant to hold an object still in the air. Basically, it was a freezing spell for inanimate objects—but for something this big, it looked a little flashier. My magic came flying out of my extended hand in a burst of bright blue light. The light hit the scrim, surrounded it, and held it there, as if it were floating in the air.
Once I was certain I had it stabilized, I glanced down at Tyson and Aiden, who were both crouched down on the ground, half shifted, their wings poised to lift them off into the air. Wisps of smoke floated around them, evidence that they were preparing to blast the scrim out of the air.
Right. Dragon shifters. They didn’t need me to rescue them at all.
At the realization, a hot blush of embarrassment crawled up my face.
Yet I couldn’t stop staring at them. They were gorgeous. One red and one black set of wings stretched out like the softest leather.
I wanted to run my hand over their wings.
Instead, slowly, carefully, I floated the scrim over to a place on the stage where no one was standing and lowered it gently to the boards of the stage.
“Sorry about that, guys,” I called out.
“Thanks, Brent,” Aiden replied, his deep voice like a caress over my name. “I’m glad we didn’t have to burn down the theater.”
“So am I,” interjected the theater manager, James, but with infinitely more vehemence. “We just finished renovations. And if I have to call the electrician up here one more time, he may refuse to come back.”
Everyone laughed except Steven, the play’s director. “Can we please take it from the top of the scene, now that the excitement is over?” he called out. As usual, he sounded supremely irritated. But Aiden just grinned at me and shook his head.
I glanced back and forth between the two dragon shifters, almost dizzy from their combined attention.
I grinned, too, as the last of the smoke wisps dissipated. Damn, those two are hot. Literally.
I moved off the stage and out of the way of the actors rehearsing, planning to check out the scrim—and all the curtains—as soon as possible.
I swear, this production was cursed. It was almost like we were performing Macbeth, or something. And no, I never said so out loud. I knew better than to say the title of that play anywhere near a theatre.
But we were preparing to put on Romeo and Juliet.
“It’s a hell of a bloody play for Valentine’s Day,” I’d overheard Carmen, the actress playing Juliet, say.
“That’s what we get for letting dragon shifters sit on the board that plans the season,” Johanna, who played Juliet’s nurse, replied.
Now I just shook my head at the memory and moved on to see what I could do about getting the scrim fixed before opening night.
Bloody play or not, cursed or not, I was determined to make sure we had everything we needed for a smooth run.
Vale Valley is a small town open to everyone in need of love and a home,
where were-creatures, witches, ghosts and many others can live in harmony.
Connor Crowe grew up reading stories about dragons, magic, and adventure. He often liked to imagine himself as a character in those stories, and as he grew older he began to write some of them down. He couldn't just write any old fantasy, though. As a die-hard romantic, he tells stories of men finding true love amidst adversity.
When you read a Connor Crowe book, you know you're getting action-packed fantasy mpreg that will make your heart race in more ways than one ;)
Lorelei M. Hart is the cowriting team of USA Today Bestselling Authors Kate Richards and Ever Coming. Friends for years, the duo decided to come together and write one of their favorite guilty pleasures: Mpreg. There is something that just does it for them about smexy men who love each other enough to start a family together in a world where they can do it the old-fashioned way ;).
Coyote Starr is the pseudonym of a New York Times bestselling author whose love of M/M stories couldn’t be contained by just one pen-name.
Connor Crowe
Lorelei M Hart
EMAIL: Lorelei@mpregwithhart.com
Coyote Starr
That Magical Moment by Connor Crowe #1
Their Koala Omega by Lorelei M Hart #2
Waiting in the Wings by Coyote Starr #3
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