Sunday, October 15, 2023

👻🎃Sunday's Sport Stats🎃👻: HvF Bundle by Noah Harris



Summary:

Lucas Brown is a young werewolf who just finished his first semester at Salem State University. He aced all his classes, said goodbye to his psychic best friend, and played a last successful Human versus Zombies game of the year. Now it’s time to go home for the holidays and forget about Salem for a little while.

Except, his werewolf boyfriend just admitted to him that he plans to spend his Christmas alone on the empty school campus and has done so for the past three years...

Now Lucas is driving home with Dean Gray in the passenger seat, and his parents are more than excited to meet the alpha that he’s brought home. The only problem is, Lucas never told them that he and Dean are dating, and he plans to keep it that way. Too bad it’s going to be next to impossible with his horny werewolf boyfriend constantly stealing kisses.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY.



All Out #1
Summary:
Lucas Brown is the youngest of his pack, and at 18, he's more or less learned to live with the fact that he's never going to measure up to the size and strength of his brothers. So, when a university calls with a giant scholarship for him, his parents do the only thing you can with a scrawny werewolf and send him away to get a higher education.

As a wolf who never expected to leave his pack, let alone his home state of Oklahoma, Lucas dejectedly travels to Massachusetts to attend Salem State University. But he quickly learns that packs don't end with blood, as he meets a lonely girl who can talk to ghosts and an aggressive alpha who wants this little wolf as more than just a friend.

Swept up in the games of Human versus Zombies and dorm life, Lucas has to learn how to blend in without wolfing out.

Disclaimer: This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for a mature audience only.




All Season #2
Summary:
Lucas Brown is a young werewolf who just finished his first semester at Salem State University. He aced all his classes, said goodbye to his psychic best friend, and played a last successful "Human versus Zombies" game of the year. Now it's time to go home for the holidays and forget about Salem for a little while.

Except, his werewolf boyfriend just admitted to him that he plans to spend his Christmas alone on the empty school campus and has done so for the past three years.

Now Lucas is driving home with Dean Gray in the passenger seat, and his parents are more than excited to meet the alpha that he's brought home. The only problem is, Lucas never told them that he and Dean are dating, and he plans to keep it that way. Too bad it's going to be next to impossible with his horny werewolf boyfriend constantly stealing kisses.

Disclaimer: This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for a mature audience only.





All Game #3
Summary:
If you haven't listened to book 2, I highly encourage you to do so.

Werewolf Lucas Brown is finishing up his last semester as a freshman at Salem State University, but before his academic year can come to an end, there's just one more obstacle for him to face: spring quarter's epic face-off of Humans versus Zombies. It's the game that he and his friends have been waiting for all year, and yet as the date of opening night draws closer, Lucas can't help but feel like Dean, his alpha, is growing more distant.

The first night of Humans versus Zombies is nothing like he thought it would be, and Lucas can only watch as his friends get turned almost immediately. Alone and alive, Lucas will have to team up with strangers to fight the horde and all of his friends who are suddenly a part of it.

As the nights get longer and Lucas finds comradery in the one guy Dean cares enough to hate, will Lucas lose everything to a game that used to bring him so much?

Disclaimer: This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for a mature audience only.




Ripping into the Darkess #4
Summary:
With his freshman year of college over and summer already in the air, Lucas Brown is more than happy to have finished his spring semester with all A's and Salem State's official promise to continue funding his scholarships. Excited and relieved to take a break and begin his first college summer vacation, he's spending his first few lazy days just sleeping in and half-heartedly unpacking the moving boxes at his new apartment. Well, his and his boyfriend's, Dean Gray.

Waking up late and going to bed much, much later, Lucas has never had it easier. And, as werewolves, he and Dean are taking their relationship slow, just as nature intended.

Only, Dean just told Lucas that his grandmother is coming to visit, and she has a much more traditional idea of how an Omega and an alpha should be living together.

An old werewolf from the prestigious Gray pack with a soft spot for her favorite grandson and a critical eye for Lucas, Grandma Gray isn't about to let them off easily, especially when neither of them can seem to appease her with a good reason as to why they are not already mated to one another.

As Lucas struggles to appease both his nagging future in-law and his frustrated boyfriend, he quickly learns that, sometimes, love is a lopsided balance of playing nice and growing a pair.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for a mature audience only.



All Out #1
Lucas Brown was a bit turned around. 

“Oh, crap,” he muttered, feeling around for his phone as it beeped, alerting him that he’d just missed another exit. It was under his seat somewhere, and he kept the steering wheel steady as he half-ducked to reach it. “Ah-ha!” he snatched it up, bolting upright as a car suddenly cut him off in his own lane. “Shit, shit, shit,” he cursed, slamming on the breaks. 

Okay, so maybe he was lost. 

“Where…?” he breathed, checking his phone. The top of the screen said that it was rerouting, so he stuck it in the cup holder and just tried to focus on driving while it loaded a new route.  

Lucas had never been on such a busy highway before, not to mention at night. Or was he still on the interstate? He glanced over at his phone, relieved to see it flash brightly in the darkness just before the electronic voice rattled off a new set of instructions. 

“Take Exit Forty-Four in one and a half miles,” it said, a yellow right arrow popping up in the left-hand corner.

“Exit Forty-Four,” Lucas repeated, glancing in his rearview mirror. He was already in the far right lane, a spot that he’d quickly stuck to as countless cars had honked and zoomed past him when he’d first gotten on. He had no problem being in the slow lane; preferred it actually, especially when it meant that he could calmly put on his cruise control without the fear of another driving aggressively tailgating him. 

Lucas put on his turn signal as he saw the green sign for Exit Forty-Four appear over the hill. Cars passed him as they realized that he was getting off at the next exit, and he hummed to himself over the roar of their engines. Let them drive by – he wanted to be left behind, alone on the road. 

Taking the slight turn to the right, Lucas kept his eyes wide and focused as he tapped his brakes. Luckily no one else had gotten off with him, so he took his sweet time going the suggested twenty-five miles an hour down the off-ramp. He panicked for a moment when he realized that the road had a split up ahead, but a quick glance at his phone had him moving into the left lane. 

There was heavy traffic down on that road, too. Taillights blurred the night red as drivers slammed on their brakes, and Lucas anxiously followed the throng with a clenched jaw and hunched shoulders. His GPS said that he was only fifteen minutes away, but he just hoped that it’d taken traffic into account.

Three more blocks and a few more close calls later, and Lucas saw a sign for Salem State University in his headlights. It was like a Godsend, one that he quickly put his turn signal on for and moved over to. 

Now that was more like it. Lucas glanced in his side mirror as he took the turn and ditched the busy road. The ground under him shook, and he realized that he was driving over cobblestone. Not that he minded – if anything, it reminded him of the dirt roads back in Oklahoma. He’d grown up on a farm all his life and, honestly, he had never expected to need to leave it. But then, at the end of high school last year, the North had called in the form of a free ride to Salem State University. 

His mother had been the one to answer the phone that day. “Yes, hello? Oh. Oh, Lucas, it’s for you.” She’d held out the phone to him; the cord curled from the little use it had gotten, and he accepted it warily. No one ever called for him. 

“Hello?” 

“Hello Mr. Brown,” the warm voice on the other line had greeted him. “I’m calling on behalf of Salem State University – from Massachusetts? We’d like to talk to you about your future.” 

It had all gone downhill from there. 

His mother, of course, had been over the moon with joy. His brothers, though surprised, had laughed and congratulated him and his big head for finally doing something useful for once. They were all jocks, tall and strong, all three of them. And while Lucas had always been on the smaller side in comparison (or no comparison, honestly), he had more than made up for what he lacked in brawn with his brains. Not that his brothers cared. He could’ve been brain-dead, and they still would’ve loved him. 

His father was a whole other story. He’d been working on the tractor when the call had come through, and his mother hadn’t been able to tell him the news until supper.  

“Lucas got a call today,” she’d announced, clearing her throat. Lucas’ brothers had glanced at him, amused grins on their faces. 

“Oh?” 

“Mm-hm,” she’d nodded, passing the potatoes. “From a school in Salem. A university.” 

That had made his dad look up from his papers. He shot his wife a look and then settled a raised eyebrow on Lucas. “Is that so?” 

Lucas had swallowed, but it didn’t make the lump lodged in his throat go away. He tried talking around it, “I’m not—”

“It’s completely paid for,” his mother had added, eyes on her own plate. “Room and board, too. Most he’d have to worry about is pocket money, but what he’d find to spend it on, lord knows.” 

His father hadn’t made any sign that he’d heard her. He’d simply glanced at his other three sons – huge and muscular, the lot of them – and then back at Lucas, his youngest. The smallest. “You’re going,” he’d finally said, turning back to his papers. 

His mother had preened while Lucas had never felt so betrayed in all his life. 

The night sky stretched ahead of him as he drove, and the trees lining the road only added to the beauty of it. Finally, he was alone, the lights of the jammed highway fading behind him as he followed the curving college road and got lost in his thoughts. He knew about Salem’s history; knew about the witch trials and the importance of its port. 

Knew that he’d probably run into a few ghosts. 

The serenity of the landscape was ruined by the gate guard station up ahead, a block of steel in an otherwise natural scene. Suddenly, numerous lamppost started popping up, their artificial light spilling where soft moonlight should have fallen. Still, Lucas followed the road, already reaching for his acceptance letter.

“H-hi,” he said, rolling down his window as an old man dressed in a white and blue suit peered into his car with a flashlight. “I’m new – I have a letter from the school, if—” 

But the guard waved him off. “Just need to see an ID, kid.” 

“Oh. Oh, sure,” Lucas said, grabbing his wallet. It was new, a Christmas gift from his aunt, and the leather was still tight. He struggled to free his ID, but the guard stopped him halfway through. 

“Good enough,” he grunted, disappearing back into the office and turning a key, causing the gate to open. “Have a nice night.” 

“Uh, they said I could get a key from security—” 

“You’re a bit late for that, aren’t you?” the man grumbled, but Lucas could see that he was already reaching to unlock a cabinet. 

“Y-yeah,” Lucas laughed nervously, agreeing. “I drove from Lake Eufaula, and the traffic—” 

“Wait,” the guard said, flashing his flashlight upon him yet again. “You drove from Alabama?” 

“Oh, no,” Lucas shook his head. “From Oklahoma.” 

“Shit, kid,” the guard frowned. “That’s still, what, an eighteen-hour drive?”

“Twenty-six,” he shrugged. “But I stopped in Indiana. They have nice motels there.” 

The guard seemed to stare at him for a moment, assessing him. “Well, at least, you made it,” he finally offered. “Room number?” 

“Um,” Lucas grabbed his stack of papers again. One of them was an email he’d printed, a confirmation of his roommates and what room he’d be staying in. “B One-thirteen,” Lucas said, showing him the paper. 

The guard nodded and handed him a silver key. Lucas was hesitant to grab it, but the moment he touched it and realized it was a simple nickel-plated brass, he took hold and dropped it into the cup holder with his phone.  

“You’ll be on the first floor of the second building to the left,” the guard told him. 

“Thanks,” Lucas said, waving as he drove inside. The guard merely flicked a hand in his direction, the gates automatically closing behind him. 

This was it. He’d made it. 

Lucas had always wanted to go to college, just not quite so far away. It had been obvious to everyone that had known him that Lucas was meant for academia, not menial labor. His brothers liked to pick on him for it, but at the end of the day, they commended him for it. Not to say that they were stupid; it was just that Lucas could earn the easy A’s just by showing up to class (or not) while his brothers barely scraped by with C’s. And, as he got older and realized where exactly his strengths fell, Lucas had gotten increasingly involved with the school, which, in turn, had meant award ceremonies and field trips. Things that his brothers had never even thought about participating in, let alone been invited to. 

“Building B,” Lucas muttered to himself, squinting at the buildings as he drove past. “Building B… Ah!” He zipped into a parking spot just outside the front of an orange building wedged between two blue ones. They were the school colors, he knew – his packets were covered in the same blue and orange font. 

“Okay,” he talked to himself, turning off the engine as he stepped out of his truck. It was the vehicle he’d learned to drive in, one of the spares that his dad had kept around for loading and transporting stuff on the farm. But, after his dad had declared that Lucas would be leaving for college, he’d practically gutted it, taking it apart to clean the gunk and hay that’s built up over the years of abuse. He’d outfitted it with new brakes and tires, and given Lucas the keys. 

“You’ve got to get there somehow,” he’d told him gruffly. 

Lucas had been surprised, but also extremely grateful. Instead of being made to take an airplane or a bus, he had a whole car – a pickup truck – to load up with boxes of his stuff for college. It was ironic, then, when all of that space that he’d thought he’d need was barely used, as ‘his stuff’ had only amounted to three small boxes and a lamp. 

Lucas gripped the dorm room key in his hand as he stared up at the orange box of a building in front of him. He could tell by the windows that it had, at least, four floors – he supposed he should feel lucky to have gotten a room on the first floor. 

Grabbing one of his boxes and a flannel jacket, he walked into the open corridor, checking the door numbers. “Two, Four, Six… Where are the—oh.” All of the odds were on the left while the even numbered doors were on the right. “Here we go. Okay, that’s nine, so…” He continued down the hallway until he came to the very end. A golden thirteen was hanging on a brown door, and a bright poster was taped just underneath. Lucas pulled out his phone and used it as a light, squinting as he read the letter. 

“Welcome Lucas, Martin, and James,” he mumbled out loud. It was another welcome letter, one outlining the do’s and do not’s of staying in a Salem State dorm room (no putting holes in the walls, no painting). The letter ended with an invite, though, one to seek out their resident assistant in room one-four. Lucas read it, but otherwise left it alone – maybe there was a reason that none of his roommates had taken it inside yet? 

Shrugging to himself, Lucas stuck his key in the door and turned, pushing when he felt it click into place. He tried to be quiet, flinching when the door creaked. It was well past midnight, and he could easily see that there were no lights on inside. His roommates were obviously fast asleep. 

Properly stepping into the room, he used his phone to navigate while he eased the door closed behind him. He was surprised to see that there was no clutter, no boxes or bags to worry about stepping on, and as he passed by the bathroom, he closed the door until it was barely cracked open and flicked on the light inside. 

It didn’t illuminate the room, but it did enough. Now, Lucas could see that there were three beds pushed up against the wall and that none of them had a body sleeping within it. 

Lucas frowned, turning on the main light. 

He was the only one in the room. 

Lucas laughed in spite of himself. He had spent his entire drive up to Salem concerned with making a good first impression with his roommates, but now he was standing in a room with empty beds. The room was about the same size as the room he shared with his brothers – no, actually, it was bigger. And he had it all to himself; for the night, anyway. 

For the first time in his life, Lucas was alone.


Author Bio:
Noah Harris is a 31-year-old bisexual man currently single and living in a small apartment in New York.

Being a natural introvert with significant extrovert tendencies he expresses himself through the world of writing MM books, often with a darker, paranormal twist. His books are written from the heart of his deep, sensitive and mysterious, but playful and creative, wild spirit.

Noah is dedicated to giving something back to the universe, sharing generously in his successes and inspiring and motivating others through his writing and in any other way he can. He believes in living a natural, healthy lifestyle and has embraced meditation as a way of clearing the 'noise' in his head and allowing his dark creativity to shine through in his books.

He is determined to reach out to as many readers, who he considers his 'friends', as he can through his unique personal touch and through building like-minded communities online. It is this personal touch, with his readers, that sets him apart from most other authors today.


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