Summary:
Tentacles In Love #1
One man. Ten tentacles. You do the math.
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, even if that means taking a night watchman position at the local aquarium to pay the bills. Soon, Evan learns that the job comes with some very unique "benefits"...
A chance discovery leaves him helpless before a dangerous creature. Ten tentacles stretch him to his limits and show him pleasure he never imagined in this spicy short story.
Summary:
Mack's Marvelous Manifestations #2
Mack’s over the moon to not only have Brandon but to finally be done with all their training. With the official FBI stamp of approval, they are ready to start ghost busting.
The very last place he wants to be sent to is his hometown of Opelousas, Louisiana, however. But a child is being terrorized, and when he discovers it’s his favorite cousin, all reluctance is forgotten.
His cousin’s ghost problem is not their only case, though. The nearby university also has a malevolent ghost that is seriously escalating. Students are being scratched, pushed down the stairs, and generally terrified. Even with Brandon’s unwavering support, this might be a bit much for just two people to handle. And when the ghost proves it can break all the windows in a three-story building? Mack knows they definitely won’t be able to do it alone.
It’s shaping up to be a perfectly ghastly homecoming.
Tags:
Bad ghosts, homophobia, Brandon’s dying to shoot something, cockblocking ghost, lots of first times in this one, car sex, Mack is secretly a BAMF, which turns Brandon on so HARD, pun totally intended, FBI paranormal division likes to break things, Brandon’s super happy about it, no dedicated top/bottom, M/F/M secondary characters, bisexual PoC BAMFs, relationship growth, self-growth, Mack’s a work in progress and he knows it, flying is fun
Summary:
Metahuman Files #1
Love is a difficult thing to find when you have superpowers.
Captain Jamie Callahan got a new lease on life when he survived a chemical attack that turned him into a metahuman. Now he leads Alpha Team, the Metahuman Defense Force’s top strike group, a position that puts him at odds with his elite political family. Determined to do his duty, Jamie’s commitment to his team creates a loneliness that is increasingly difficult to ignore.
Staff Sergeant Kyle Brannigan is a sniper with secrets. Seconded to Alpha Team, he finds himself torn between his desire for Jamie and his desperate need to fly under the radar. But Jamie is everything Kyle wants, and Kyle is everything Jamie’s family doesn’t approve of. Defying regulations to be together risks a passionate affair turning into a scandal that could cost more than just their careers. When a mission goes south and betrayal puts Alpha Team in jeopardy, Jamie and Kyle must choose between doing their duty and giving up each other.
Four-Legged Cupid #2
The dead of winter is no time to uproot your life.
So being contrary, I chased a job advert to a tiny town Up North in January. Maybe, this way, I can out-run my string of bad luck and bad decisions.
Yeah. No. I take one nap on the bus trip, and everything I brought with me—everything I owned—walked off the bus without me. I don’t even have enough change for a cup of coffee when I finally arrive.
Of course the man I’ll be working for has stepped out of every fantasy I’ve ever had, and the town’s notorious stray has decided I’m her person.
Lucky me. Owned by the meanest kitten to ever kitten, and about to take a job working for the man of my dreams, who I can’t have, because I need the job more. I can’t imagine I was the guy Matthew was waiting for all his life. But here we are.
Cats are devious, manipulative creatures. She totally orchestrated all of this.
Original Review February 2026:
Another fun entry in the author's Four-Legged Cupid series. As much as I am a read-in-order kind of gal, this is one of those series where that hasn't happened. Last year I was looking for Easter/Spring stories and came across the last entry, Hoppy Egg Hunting(loved BTW) and as much as I had good intentions to read the rest of the series in 2025, time got away from me. So when I was looking for Valentine stories, this seemed the likely option. So glad I recalled there was one - LOVED IT!
I won't say much so as not to spoil for anyone who, like me is new to the series, but I will say you won't be sorry, it's just simply put: FUN! The characters, Matthew and Leland are such a perfect fit, they may not have been looking for a forever but luckily, the author was. I'll be honest, I'm more of a dog person, but we had kittens and their momma on the farm when I was growing up and loved them so to see their inclusion here is a real treat as dogs tend to be the go-to fur baby in the books I read. Certainly helped tie so much together, or perhaps she manipulated more than tie😉.
This is a standalone series but from what I can tell, the stars of the first entry, Holiday Pup-capade, does make an appearance. I was not lost at any time but as the read-in-order gal I mentioned earlier, I think a few character connections may have flowed together a little better had I read the Xmas story first, but never was I lost. This is a Valentine story but you will enjoy the fresh, fun, uplifting tale all year long. I look forward to catching up on the remaining entries, fingers crossed this year.
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Fergus's Hurricane by Taylor Rylan
Summary:Vampires of the Beloved Gem #3
Even aged Scotch cannot compare to the sweetest wine when it comes to your beloved.
Fergus McGregor doesn’t like change. It was difficult enough leaving behind the pub that had been in his family for centuries. Now he has to accept not only a new boat but also more help behind the bar? Though he prefers to work alone, when he sees the soulful brown eyes across from him, they make him want things he never thought he wanted.
Seven years have passed since Montgomery’s older brother left and came to the human realm, leaving a young Montgomery behind. Now, Montgomery is old enough to leave the fae realm and finally find his own mate. He doesn’t care who he is, only that he got away from his parents. First, according to the Fate Thomas, he has to take a little vacation aboard the Beloved Gem. But who is the cranky redhead behind the bar, and why does he make his body tingle?
Montgomery grew up thinking vampires couldn’t be trusted around fae because of the draw of their blood. He’s learned differently and discovered the pleasure from Fergus’s bite can be quite…enticing. And well, Fergus learns just how much trouble a little fae can be.
Fergus’s Hurricane is the third book in the Vampires of the Beloved Gem series. Each book in the series focuses on a different couple, but these books should be read in order as there is an ongoing backstory, and previous couples will make appearances in future books. This is a fated mate MPREG story with plenty of sexy times. You should expect all the normal vampire shenanigans and sometimes love bites in unexpected places.
Tentacles with Benefits by Connor Crowe
Aman's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
In my case, that meant picking up a job as a night watchman at the local aquarium. It didn't pay much, but it was better than nothing. Especially since I'd struck out on every other listing in town. What did I have to lose?
Well, besides my apartment, my bike, not to mention my dignity...
"Requirements?" I asked the man on the phone, a Mr. Collins that was the only thing left standing between me and a paycheck. "What requirements? It's just a night watch position, right? All I gotta do is sit there, maybe make a couple rounds, make sure no one's up to no good."
Mr. Collins coughed nervously. "Yes, yes, of course. We've a few new specimens in our collection that are still getting acclimated to the tanks here.” He paused for a moment, and I could have sworn I heard something dripping. “If you hear something beating on the glass, don't be alarmed. It’s quite normal as they adapt to their new surroundings.”
Well, that wasn't foreboding at all. Just what kind of “new specimens” were they talking about? Still, it wasn't like I had any other choice.
“Okay.” I huffed. “I’ll be the best night watchman you’ve ever had.” Just hire me. Please.
The line hung silent for a moment longer, then cut to harsh, high-pitched static. I yanked the phone away from my ear, wincing. What the heck was that? Did I lose reception or something? I was about to hang up when I heard a voice come back on the line, saying those two magical words.
“You’re hired, kid. Show up at 8 p.m. tonight and not a moment later. I’ll know if you do.”
Click.
Ooookay then. That was definitely more than a little weird. But I couldn’t dwell on it too much. I had a job!
Mack's Perfectly Ghastly Homecoming by AJ Sherwood
1
It was never promising when your boss called you late at night. At least, not in my case. I looked at the phone dubiously and answered it with severe misgivings. “Hello?”
“Mack,” Sylvia started out quite brusquely. “I’ve got two requests for you and a new destination I need you to be at tomorrow night.”
“Two? Oh boy, where and what?” I looked around, intending to signal my partner, but Brandon was somewhere else in the house. Jon caught me looking for him and pointed upstairs. I gave him a nod of thanks and headed for the second story, keeping the phone to my ear as I went.
“Here’s the fun part. One of the requests is in your hometown. Opelousas.”
I stumbled on the step. “Wha—why there?”
In Mach 2 seconds, Brandon appeared at the top of the stairs, looking down at me in concern. He’d changed out of his sweater for some reason and was in a clinging t-shirt that showed the muscular definition of his arms and shoulders in loving detail. He must have just changed, as his short-cropped black hair stuck out at interesting angles. Hadn’t he mentioned going for a shower earlier? He’d heard me even from the bathroom? I swear to you, the man has radar. An alarm. Something that goes off if I take a wrong step. He’s scarily good at appearing just as I lose my balance.
Sylvia still spoke, and I put the phone on speaker so Brandon could hear, waving him down. “—know that any request from family members of the FBI take top priority?”
“Uh, I did not know that, actually.” I shifted on the stairs so Brandon could stand facing me, both of us braced against opposite walls of the stairwell as we listened. In the mellow lighting of the stairwell, his copper skin glowed richly. I had a hard time not ogling him and actually paying attention to the conversation.
“It’s one of those courtesy things we do as an agency. Typically, if you’re related, we don’t send you in personally. Conflict of interest and all of that. However, we have leeway in our department because there’re so few of us. If we don’t have enough people on hand, or it’s time sensitive, we can justify sending you in. This will be one of those cases as everyone else is tied up at the moment. Your cousin Edmée DeVilliers put in an urgent request for a medium. According to the report synopsis I read, she’s got something in the house messing with her daughter at night.”
Grimness twisted my gut. “Cali’s four.”
“So you know this cousin?”
“Yeah, she’s one of the few relatives I like. Shit. I checked her house before I left, wanting her to have peace of mind. Cali’s birth was rough on everyone involved. Did she move?”
“As of two months ago.”
I had no idea why she would, but I could ask when I talked to Edmée. And I’d definitely be talking to her. I looked to Brandon and I knew why she hadn’t called me directly. My cousin no doubt had heard from my mother that my partner was still in training. Well, he had been until Friday. He’d passed all the tests. “Brandon, I need to go.”
“We do,” he agreed with a nod, as if this was a foregone conclusion. “Sylvia, you get me an address and we’ll pack up tonight, hit the road early in the morning.”
“There’s more than this one problem. I’ve got another one as well.”
“Of course you do.” Brandon’s smile was a touch too delighted. But then, he was a bit touched sometimes when it came to anything supernatural. “Same area?”
“Same area. I’ll email you both the file on it. You can read it on the way down. For my knowledge, are you driving or flying?”
“Driving,” I said. “It’ll take us a bit longer to get there, but I don’t want to cram everything I need into two suitcases and a carry-on.”
“I don’t blame you. Alright. Have you picked up the company SUV yet?”
“Uh, not yet?”
“Get that now. I’ll have someone meet you at the car lot. Brandon, if this vehicle doesn’t fit your legs, tell me. I’ll arrange for something else at the dealership.”
“What did you get us?” he asked, canting his head.
“Chevy Tahoe.”
“Oooh. No, I fit fine in those.”
“Good! I hate wasted effort. Get going, boys. Oh and Mack, I don’t want you to think you have to do this on your own. The second case I’m sending you on is…well, it has the potential to be a hotbed of trouble. If you feel like you need backup, please use the good sense God gave you and call me.”
That command worried me. Just what was the second case? “Yes, ma’am.”
“Keep me posted, gentlemen, and safe travels.” The phone clicked as she ended the call.
I expected Brandon to be excited, and he was, I could see it in those gorgeous golden-brown eyes of his. But overriding that was concern. He said quietly, “You don’t look excited about going home. Problem?”
“I’ll tell you on the way to the dealership,” I promised him.
“Okay. Let me get Don.”
I rolled my eyes. “I can drive.”
He leaned in and kissed me softly. “You can do anything. But please don’t drive. It scares the ever-living shit out of me.”
“When you put it like that, it’s really hard to argue with you.”
He kissed me again, quick and chaste, then bounded back upstairs and called for his brother as he went. I chose to go down, as my shoes were near the back door, and I nearly collided with Jon as I rounded the bottom stair.
Jon’s reflexes were better than mine, and he caught us both before we could take a tumble. “Sorry.”
He waved this off and asked in concern, “How bad is this, that you’re getting called in?”
“Not good,” I admitted. “FBI mediums are dispatched when it meets one of three criteria: One, it impacts a child. Two, physical harm has been dealt. Three, structural damage has occurred to the property. I’m really hoping it’s just because a toddler is involved that I’m being called in. But I know my cousin, and she doesn’t spook easily.”
“So if she put in a formal request, then this is more than sounds bumping in the night.” Jon nodded, his mouth firming in an unhappy line. “That’s why you’re so worried.”
After several weeks of living with him, I’d gotten used to him reading my emotions and didn’t deny it. “Yeah. I’ll give her a call in a minute and get the facts straight from her.”
“What can I do to help?”
“Can you pack us some sandwiches and snacks for the road?” I asked hopefully. Jon was a good cook and truthfully, fast food was death to me. Most of it had dairy. Or corn. Sometimes dairy and corn. Either way, not good for yours truly.
“Sure. Anything else?”
“Any of my specialty foods, please. As long as its non-perishable. It’s basically a ten-hour drive from here.”
“Ah. Yes, too long for anything perishable.” He patted me on the shoulder, promising, “I’ll be careful in my selections. Do you have laundry?”
“Dammit!” I’d clean forgotten the wash I had in the machine. “I’ll change that out before I go.”
Don and Brandon joined us at that point, both of them with jackets on. Then again, it was the end of March and we still had our bitterly cold days.
I considered anything under fifty degrees to be bitterly cold, thank you very much.
“I’ll drive them to the dealership,” Donovan informed Jon. “Be back in a bit.”
“Actually, can you stop by the post office? We’ve got bills to mail out.”
“Oh, sure.”
Brandon held out my jacket, and I slid my arms in, huddling in close to my personal space heater as we headed for the car. What with the limited parking space back there, I had chosen to park my Accord at his parents’ house, and between Brandon’s truck, Don’s pickup, and Jon’s Humvee, it was a tight squeeze getting into Don’s king-sized truck.
Only once we were on the road did I find the right moment to explain to Brandon from the backseat, “I’ll call Edmée in a second and get the low-down. As for problems…I’m not sure how to explain. Or start.”
“What’s your hometown like?” Brandon inquired, helpfully prompting me.
“Opelousas is not what you would call a prosperous place. It’s the parish seat, and I think there’s about twenty thousand people living in about seven and a half square miles.”
“Wow, that’s a pretty dense population,” Don remarked, his eyes flicking up to meet mine in the rear-view mirror. “What’s the atmosphere like?”
“Very heavily Catholic and poor.” Remembering what life had been like in my childhood, I grimaced. “My mother’s never made more than twenty-five thousand in a year, and she’s considered better off than some of my relatives.”
Both of them whistled low, shaking their heads in disbelief.
Brandon knew more of my history than Don, and he turned in the passenger seat to give me a look of incredulity. “And she raised seven kids on that?”
“It was…tight. We always kept a house garden, which helped. Anyway, superstitions run pretty thick down there. Edmée’s not one to jump at shadows, which concerns me. Her moving concerns me, as there’s not a lot of good places to move into.”
My partner gave me a knowing look. “How haunted is Opelousas?”
“About on par with Eureka Springs,” I confided, referencing the place we’d met and worked our first case together.
Don, never a fan of ghosts, groaned in horror. “That sounds horrible.”
It had been, as a child. A very sensitive child who had no safe place to run. Even now, as a fully trained medium, I shuddered on some level at the thought of going back down there. If it wasn’t family calling for me, I’d have passed this on to someone else.
Warm fingers grasped mine and squeezed them gently, reassuring. I looked up to Brandon and saw his eyes on me with concern and affection. Brandon was about as sensitive to the supernatural as a drowned log, but I still found comfort in him. His unwavering support had been eye-opening over the past thirteen weeks. If he told me we were going to move a mountain, I’d believe we could do it, just because he said so.
I still didn’t want to go. Looking at him, though, I believed I’d be fine. And that made all the difference in the world.
So I took a breath and squeezed his hand back, giving him a smile. “Really glad you’re armed now, mon cher.”
“Yeah, me too,” he responded cheerfully.
Although I was worried about him being armed for a different reason. Most of my relatives preferred to give me grief when I saw them. I expected some brand of trouble while we were down there.
Of course, he read that worry off my face.
“Does that mean I can shoot your relatives?”
“Now, cher, play nice.” I grinned wider as I knew he was kidding. (Mostly.)
“I will if they will.” Brandon’s smile was not at all kind.
It was probably wrong of me, but I looked forward to the moment I could introduce my big-as-a-mountain boyfriend to my family. Some of them wouldn’t take it well. It would be like two banty roosters meeting in a hen yard—the fight was inevitable. I didn’t imagine they’d come out on top.
Donovan stopped for a red light and gave his brother a suspicious look. “Armed? What kind of weaponry would they issue you, Brandon?”
“I’ve got a modified shotgun and Glock that can fire rock-salt rounds,” he reported, still happy as a clam with the new toys he’d been issued after passing the tests. “Plus a very heavy-duty water pistol that shoots holy water. Oh, and a regular Glock for the non-ghosts who need shooting.”
Donovan looked impressed but also dubious. “How are you supposed to shoot something you can’t see?”
“They gave me thermal goggles too. I can at least see the shapes of them.”
Only on my deathbed would I admit that when he put on the goggles, had the shotgun in hand, and wore the tactical vest with all of those weapons and gear strapped to him, he looked like a hero stepping out of a steampunk novel.
As they got to talking guns and such, I called up my cousin. Edmée and I only talked about twice a year, on her birthday and mine, but still I considered her to be one of my closest cousins. She’d always been sweet to me, and I’d move heaven and earth for her if she asked me to.
The phone rang twice before her husky alto came over the phone. “Mack, funny timing. I was just talking to your maman.”
“Were you?” I responded, glad to hear it. My mother knew the basics of how to keep ghosts at bay. “How’s your grandmaman and them?”
“We’re doing alright. I don’t know if you heard, but I got me a new place.”The fear started to edge into her voice.
“I know, I heard. Edmée, I’m the FBI medium coming to your rescue.”
She sucked in a sharp, rattling breath. “You are?”
“My partner got cleared for full duty Friday. They put high priority on your case because you’ve got a child and you’re my relative. My boss gave me first chance, and I took it. We’ll be in Opelousas tomorrow night.”
Edmée let out a sharp sob, quickly muffled. “Oh God, oh God, Mack, you’ve no idea how relieved I am to hear it.”
“Shame on you for not calling me earlier,” I scolded. “You know I’d have come.”
“I didn’t want to bother you in the training. Your maman, she said to do it, but you’ve got such a good start on life. I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”
“Pfft, who’s ruining anything? Now, you tell me what’s going on.”
“Mack, I don’t know what to do, I really don’t. Cali’s got scratches on her almost nightly. She wakes up screaming, telling me there’s a bad man trying to drag her out of the bed. I put salt around her bedroom and the sills and such, and it’s not helping. I did it around my room too, and she’s been sleeping with me, and that’s helped. Whatever it is, it can’t seem to get into my room.”
Now that was interesting. “Think carefully. Are there any antiques or anything in her room?”
Edmée fell silent for a long moment. “No. No, not that I can think of. Most of it’s new, or new enough. We had to buy her a few things from the thrift store when I moved, but none of it’s over twenty years old, I don’t think.”
“Okay. Sometimes ghosts attach themselves to objects. If barricading her room isn’t helping, then whatever the problem is likely originates in that room.”
“Oh hell. Hell, Mack, I didn’t think of that. I just thought I hadn’t done it proper.”
“Could be that’s the case, but if you did it correctly in your room, and it’s working? And you did it the same way on both rooms?”
She made an assenting noise.
“Yeah, odds are something in that room is bad juju. We’ll figure it out when we get down there. Can you text me your address? We’ll come straight to you.”
“I’ll text you now.”
There was another muffled sob, and I knew she was scared then as she never had been, because the Edmée I knew didn’t cry easily. I wanted to say something to help her. I just didn’t know what else I could add that I hadn’t already said. “You breathe easy, cuz. Between me and Brandon, we’ll sort it out.”
“I’ll cook jambalaya for you, have it ready for when you get here.”
I was glad to hear her rallying. “Aww, how’d you know I was craving that? Just make a lot. Brandon eats like a bear coming out of hibernation.”
She giggled, and it sounded watery, but there was mirth in it. “I’ve heard tales of him. We’re all dying to meet him, you know. I don’t have a lot of room in the new place, but I can open up a spot in the living room for you to bed down.”
“We’ll bring sleeping bags, sort ourselves,” I promised her. “You don’t worry about that. We’ll be there before you know it. And if something happens, at any time, you call me. I’ll walk you through what to do.”
“Okay. Bless you and that man of yours, Mack. I was beside myself with worry. You drive safe, text me as you get close.”
“Will do. Re-salt the room before you sleep tonight, okay?”
“I will. See you soon.”
I hung up and swore roundly, wanting to punch something.
Brandon turned in his seat again, mouth flat in anger. “I overheard parts of that. Something’s scratching the little girl?”
“Caliste,” I answered, giving her proper name. “We all call her Cali. Yeah, nightly scratches and her screaming in terror because, in her own words, a bad man was trying to drag her out of the bed.”
Donovan twitched in a full body shudder. “God, that’s horrifying even for an adult, much less a child.”
I nodded grimly. “Yeah, not too happy about that. Edmée says she’s got her room blocked off good, and Cali’s okay while sleeping with her. They’re going to re-salt the room tonight before sleeping. Brandon, cher, we got to get there quick. If this thing is strong enough and mad enough to be scratching someone nightly? I can’t let it get hold.”
He nodded, expression a match for mine. “We’ll speed the whole way. Let’s stop by a sports store on the way back, buy sleeping bags.”
“You can just use mine and Jon’s,” Donovan offered. “We’re not going camping in this weather, and it’s all stuffed in a closet. Mine will fit you, Brandon.”
“Yeah? That’ll save us time. Thanks, we’ll do that.”
I thought of the implications of Jon in a campground. “Does Jon like camping?”
“Adores it. Favorite vacation for him.” Donovan chuckled, low and long. “We do it as a stress reliever in good weather. I think he’d go hermit if he didn’t have to earn a living. Anyway, too cold to do it right now. You might as well use them.”
We pulled into the Chevrolet dealer’s lot and Don let us out at that point. I belatedly remembered the thing I hadn’t done and popped my head back in. “Don, I forgot that I have a load in the wash.”
Understanding dawned. “I’ll transfer it for you.”
“Merci.” I really did like him. He had the patience of Job, that one. How had I ever been afraid of or intimidated by him?
The dealership was on the verge of closing but Sylvia had done all the right paperwork for us in advance. We’d planned to get the SUV tomorrow, but needs must. The keys and such were handed over to us, and we drove away in the 2020 model with that lovely new car smell.
Brandon, of course, had it adjusted so he could fit comfortably, and he did look well situated. Finally, a vehicle big enough that he didn’t look like a giant trying to squeeze into a Mini. The seats were nice and plush and I appreciated that fact, as we’d be stuck in them for at least ten hours tomorrow.
“Mack, you’ve told me stories and stuff about home,” my boyfriend started with a wary glance at me. “Anything else you need to tell me about before we get down there?”
“It’s only fair to warn you,” I admitted with a grimace. “Most of the city won’t be hospitable, for one of three reasons. One, we ain’t straight.”
That got a snort.
“Two, we dabble in something that’s not God’s business. They’re mighty superstitious down there and anything to do with spirits is in voodoo territory. Not many are going to take me being a medium well.”
“Really starting to understand why you don’t want to go home,” he remarked, a sort of rhetorical statement. “Alright, what’s three?”
“Some history on three. Not many remember this outside of the South, but the government got it in their heads to eradicate the Cajun culture. From about 1930 to 1990 they did their best to destroy it. From about 1980 to 1995, they actively took Cajun kids and put them in foster care, adopting them into different families.”
Brandon had a mite of a temper, and I saw it flare now as his hands tightened around the steering wheel, hard enough to make the leather creak in protest. “Are you fucking serious?”
“It wasn’t good, cher. Even if you were half Cajun, you were taken. The parents had a real fight to get them back. Some of them never managed it. So the sight of Feds down there isn’t looked upon with any kindness.”
“That is completely and totally understandable, and in their shoes, I’d not be happy about it either. Damn, that’s only twenty years or so ago. Did this affect your family at all?”
“A branch of it, yes. It’s partially why Mama was so…slow, I think, to get me tested.”
“Ah. Okay, I’ll try to keep the Fed thing low-key.”
“Lay low with the fidgets, we should be fine,” I advised. “We’re only there for two jobs, we might be able to get in and out quick.”
Brandon shot me a look of horror. “Don’t jinx us that way!”
I crossed my fingers to ward off the bad luck. “Now, whether or not you can avoid meeting my family is the question.”
“I don’t actually mind meeting them,” he said with a benign smile I didn’t trust for one second. “I’m just going to have a little chat with anyone who isn’t kind to you.”
I knew him well enough at this point to ask him pointedly, “And will they survive this little chat?”
“That’s totally on them.”
My goodness lordie, what was I to do with this man?
In the Wreckage by Hailey Turner
BEFORE 2281
Prologue
Spiral Down Into the Devil’s Arms
The fire licking at his feet didn’t hurt nearly as much as the inferno burning through his body.
He blinked slowly, almost lazily, up at the once white ceiling of a high-security biolab, trying to find the gut-deep determination he knew he needed to survive this mess, but failed. He sucked in air and coughed out what felt like embers, the metallic tang of blood coating his scorched dry mouth. It tasted how the world smelled along contested borders nowadays, countries lost to the ravages of climate change, war, and bitter politics.
He breathed smoke, felt his entire body choke on it.
“Kilyusha!”
He closed his eyes against the strangely dancing flames and wished things were different. Wished they’d left him his rifle or his 9 mil and a couple of bullets to put himself out of his misery. But the weight of his weapons had long since been lifted away, and he could curl his fingers all he wanted, but his hands were empty of a trigger to pull.
In all his dreams and nightmares, he never thought he would die like this.
“Kilyusha!”
First time for everything.
Valen-Kitten Day by Jaime Samms
All Out of Order
The door to the Tim Horton’s shop opened just as Leland reached for the handle, and a grey fluff spat out, hissing and growling.
“Stay out this time!” a barista shouted into Leland’s face.
The grey fluff landed, spikes out, on his pant leg, and he froze. It glared up at him, tiny face furious, spat, hissed, and clawed its way around to his calf.
“Ow.” He resisted the urge to shake it loose long enough for it to meet his gaze, growl, and launch itself into a snowbank, then disappear into the long grass on the other side. Swaying brush indicated its passage through the field and down a gully, where even that sign disappeared.
“I, uh. I meant the cat,” the barista said.
“Right.”
They backed up, holding the door. “You coming inside?”
Taking pity on the server’s short sleeves and shivering, Leland grabbed the door and nodded. “Sure.”
He fingered the coins in his pocket individually, making sure they were all still there as he waited in line to place his order. He purposefully did not look at the display case filled with mouth-watering baked goods. He didn’t have the coins for those. Just for the coffee to warm up his frozen self.
He’d been walking through Northern Ontario January weather more than long enough and was feeling that cold down in his bones. The slip of paper in his other pocket, that held the address for his job interview, said the road he was looking for was off “the main highway.” He’d ridden the bus to the top of the hill and got off on Main Street at Sixth Avenue, only to be told by the guy at the garage on the corner that he should have gotten off three klicks back, at the bottom of the hill.
“Next!” the server behind the nearest cash called, staring right at him.
“Right.” He hurried up and ordered his double-double.
“That’s two-forty-seven, please.”
Leland’s heart sank. He dropped his three coins onto the counter as another barista placed his coffee next to them. “I only have two-thirty-five.” He patted at his pockets, then began to fish around in them, as if looking for another coin he knew wasn’t there. “Hang on. Let me…”
The barista watched him, gaze flat.
Heat crept up Leland’s neck as it became clear this server was not going to give him a break. He was so flustered, he almost missed the tap on his shoulder.
“Excuse me.”
He turned to find someone holding out a twenty-dollar bill. “What?” It came out more surly than he’d meant.
“I think this fell out of your pocket while you were looking through them.” The person’s smile caught Leland’s attention for a split second before someone else called over the heads of those standing in line behind Leland.
“Bryce. You coming? I’m going to be late.”
“Yes, Jack.” Bryce grinned wider and shook the bill at Leland. “Impatient as fuck, that one.” He winked. “Gotta love him, though.”
“I—that’s—”
“It fell from your pocket,” Bryce insisted, though they both knew it hadn’t.
“Thanks.” Leland took the bill in shaking fingers.
“No problem. Have a good one.”
“Bryce!”
“I’m coming! Geeze. They aren’t starting the meeting you called without you, darling.” Bryce’s bright grin and wide smile at his “darling” had the intended effect of getting Jack to loosen his tight features and almost smile back.
“It would be rude to be late,” Jack insisted, and their voices trailed away as they left the coffee shop.
Leland turned back to push the bill across the counter at the barista, who was now sweeping his coins into their palm.
“Don’t worry about it,” they said, not meeting Leland’s gaze. “You’re good.”
Would have been nice for them to have accepted his short change before Bryce had shoved charity at him, but whatever. He grabbed his coffee before they changed their mind and scurried out of the shop.
Across the lot, Leland spotted Jack and Bryce scooting down a narrow trail through a ditch between the Tim’s lot and the lot for the series of strip malls next door. He called to them, then hurried to catch up.
He should have stopped to better consider his route instead of plunging down the trail after them. The passage of snowmobiles and many other pedestrians had churned up the snow, making it just deep enough his feet sank and it spilled over the tops of his already-damp runners.
There were a lot of things he should have better considered, he figured, but here he was.
“Hey.” Bryce smiled at him as he reached them.
He held out the twenty. “You know I didn’t drop it,” Leland said, no preamble.
“True.”
“So thanks, but—”
Bryce gently pushed his hand back towards his chest. “Keep it.”
“I don’t need—”
It was Jack who snorted, then grunted when Bryce elbowed him in the gut.
“You can pay me back later.”
“I don’t even know you.”
Bryce pointed at a nearby cinder-block building standing apart from the other strip mall rows. “That’s the pet shop. I work there. When you can, come see me and pay me back. No rush.”
Having the money would certainly make dinner easier. He’d noticed a few restaurants around the business hub that might have something other than doughnuts and muffins and that he could afford if he had this cash.
“Listen,” Bryce said, moving away from Jack and edging Leland away too. “I get it, okay? I was new here only a few months ago. I came for a job, and regretted just about everything until I met Jack’s dog, then Jack. But this place, it’s a nice town. Give it a chance.”
“How do you know I’m new here?”
Bryce eyed him, head to toe. “No toque. No gloves. That jacket is not warm enough for this weather. I almost want to give you my scarf. And running shoes? Since when?”
Leland grimaced. “Since there’s no snow in Toronto.”
Bryce grinned—something Leland noticed he did a hell of a lot. “Me too! Man, I was woefully under-clothed when I got here. Do you have a place?”
“Not yet. Just a job interview.” He pulled the slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Bryce.
“Oh! Ancestral Acres Woodworking. That’s just down the road.” He pointed past a bigger strip mall and an ATV dealer to the road beyond. “Just over there. Turn left at the road, and it’s the second house on the left, just over the bridge. Big white thing, double garage. Can’t miss it.”
“Thanks.”
“Sure.” He patted Leland on the shoulder. “I’m Bryce, and that grumpy suit over there is Jack. You know where to find me if you need anything, okay?”
“I don’t even know you,” Leland said again.
Bryce shrugged. “I had pretty much nothing too, when I got here. Now I have…” He smiled, and it was way more dreamy this time. “Well, pretty much everything. So.” He patted Leland’s shoulder again when Jack called him. “Gotta go, though. Good luck!” He waved and hurried off, slipping a hand into Jack’s when he reached him.
Neither man looked back as they jogged towards a very winter-worthy SUV. The head of a happy-looking white dog stuck out a back window, because apparently no one was worried about the vehicle’s contents going walkabout.
He supposed even at his most desperate he never would have stuck his hand into a car with such a big dog either, no matter how friendly it looked.
Turning his attention back to his own business, Leland shoved the money and the paper with the job address back into his pocket and pulled out his phone, noting the thin red line in the battery icon. “Shit.” He had about ten minutes to get to his interview. Hopefully the house he was looking for wasn’t far down the road.
Curling frigid fingers around his coffee cup, hoping to steal some of its warmth, he hurried across the parking lots towards what he hoped was his future.
Fergus's Hurricane by Taylor Rylan
1
FERGUS
Mo chridhe: my heart (mo CHree-yuh) Stress is on the first syllable CH pronounced as in loch or Bach; not as in church
Was it too much to ask that my crates of supplies be put where I wanted them? It wasn’t as if this was a new request. Not at all. It had been the same request since I had joined the Gem and Master Nikolai discovered I had bartending experience. If owning a pub for the better part of a century counted as experience.
I checked the new stockroom and cringed. The beer was stacked on top of the liquor, and both were on top of the kegs. Whoever had delivered the supplies this time around didn’t know what they were doing. And whoever had accepted the delivery was going to find their arse chewed out just as soon as I found out who they were.
I started sorting crates, organizing to type and if they needed refrigerated or not. A knock on the storeroom door stopped my progress. When Matteo’s curly head poked in, I cursed under my breath.
“I heard that. Too bad though. I found you, and Master Nikolai is back and is asking for you.”
“Be right along.” I placed the case of longnecks with the rest of the beer and left the storeroom. Matteo was right outside the door, waiting for me.
“Matteo, I have to ask.”
“What’s that?”
“How is it that you are so much shorter than the rest of us?” It was rude and I knew it, but I had wondered for years.
“Why are you so much grouchier than the rest of us?” Matteo fired back.
I glared at him. I was not grouchy. Matteo pointed at me, then rolled his eyes. He ignored me the rest of the way through the boat. When we finally reached Master Nikolai’s office, Matteo knocked twice, opened the door, gestured me inside, then closed the door with him outside. I turned, looking around the room, finding a smiling Master sitting on the front of his desk.
“Master,” I said, dipping my head in respect.
“Fergus. Come in and have a seat.”
That did not bode well. What had I done? I tried to remember what I could have done to get myself into trouble, but I was coming up with nothing. Remembering Master Nikolai had just come back from a long weekend in Montana visiting Gio, I brought up the baby.
“How is little Angelo doing, sir?” I asked as I sat. The transformation on Master Nikolai’s face was instant.
“Getting bigger. He’s gaining weight and is completely healthy. You should see Lucius with him. That baby has him completely wrapped around all of his fingers. That is not why I asked for you to be brought to my office, so don’t think I will let you distract me by mentioning my grandson.”
“No, sir.” I was shocked when I first heard that Master Nikolai had a son, Giovanni. Diego told me that he wasn’t his biological son but had raised him from when he was a young boy, and he considered him as such.
“It is kind of you to ask, and when I talk to them this evening, I will be sure to let them know you asked after him. He is such a joyful little baby. But the reason I asked for you is because I have hired a new bartender.”
My world dropped out from under me.
“I’m sorry…I have displeased you in some way?”
“I did not mean it that way. Only that I have hired a second one. You will be working in shifts now, allowing you to have more downtime.”
“I do not require time off of work.”
Master Nikolai pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fergus, although I appreciate your dedication to what you do, you have not taken a single vacation day since you came to us fifteen years ago. You are an excellent bartender. But with the now larger boat, there will be more guests. That means more people at the bar.”
Would it though? The majority of my customers were the humans that used to be on the cruise. We catered to only paranormals now, and more often than not, they were not what one would call big drinkers. It took so much more alcohol to affect us.
“If that is what you wish, then I will do my best to welcome them.”
“Good. His name is Adam. He will be at the bar at five this afternoon.”
“Yes, sir.” I sat there, waiting. Was that all or was there more? With Master Nikolai, you never knew.
“Good. I am looking for a third, but these things take time as I am incredibly picky about it. You understand, don’t you?”
“Not really, Master. But you feel a need to hire additional bartenders, who am I to argue?” I started to stand but thought better of it and stopped.
“There was nothing else, Fergus. You are free to go back to whatever it was you were doing.”
“Righting the stockroom. I wasn’t here when the order was delivered.”
“Another reason for a second bartender. It will allow for you to not always have to be present for things such as this. I apologize if a mess was made of your stockroom. I will have someone along to help you right it.”
“No need, Master. I was almost finished when Matteo found me.”
“Very well. I will see you later this evening, then.”
I knew I had been dismissed, so I nodded to my master and left the office. I found Matteo standing just outside the door but ignored him. I found my way back to the bar and went back to fixing my stockroom.
Why would he hire a new bartender? I didn’t need a day off. When I took time off, things like this happened. I looked around my stockroom and tried to remain calm. Another bartender just meant someone else in my space.
I did not like people in my space. Ever. It wasn’t until Diego’s little beloved came along that I let someone behind the bar—other than Master Nikolai, that was. But I knew that wouldn’t last because little Nigel had been pregnant. Now he and Diego were new dads, and Nigel was busy taking care of Noah.
I sighed. I missed my family. Mostly I missed my nieces and nephews. I used to love getting to spend time with them, but we all had to move on because there were too many questions about how we never seemed to age.
Which meant an “accident” had happened, taking the lives of several of us. The younger generation was still there, carrying on the family tradition. While my sisters and brother had moved to other places in Europe and Australia, I chose to come to America simply because I was ready for a change. Master Nikolai was more than willing to offer that to me, something I was grateful for.
I finished organizing the stockroom, then started stocking the bar. I needed it to be ready. It was the first night of a new cruise, which was always busy, and it wouldn’t be good to run out of something if it could be prevented by simply stocking the bar.
After I had made sure everything was ready, I went to the employee dining hall and grabbed lunch. I was perfectly happy sitting all by myself at a corner table, but that simply wasn’t meant to be. No. Diego decided he needed to join me. I wouldn’t have minded if he had his beloved and their son with him. But just Diego? I found myself continually struggling to relate to our coven’s second.
“I did not do anything,” I said and simply went back to eating my meal.
“Who said you did?”
I set my fork down, wiped my mouth, then took a drink of water before returning the glass to the table. “In the fifteen years I have been here, I can count on one hand how many times you have willingly come over to sit with me. What is the issue today, Diego?”
Diego looked genuinely surprised at my statement, but it was true. True, I didn’t make an effort to fraternize with the others, and I was a bit…grouchy. But either I was in trouble, or Diego needed something.
“Very well. I was sent by Nigel. He had asked about you and wondered how you were doing. I told him I would check in with you and see.”
I felt myself soften at the mention of the sweet shifter. He was so overwhelmed and sick when he first arrived on the boat. I felt bad for him, did my best to distract him from his stomach being upset, and realized I liked his company. He was…safe. He was already mated to Diego, and I knew that the younger vampire wouldn’t think I was after his beloved.
Nigel was funny, easy to talk to, and reminded me of my brother’s beloved. Having him around seemed to make the evenings go faster and helped to alleviate some of the homesickness I knew I was having.
“That is so very thoughtful of him. How is he doing? And your little babe? I haven’t seen Noah in a few weeks.”
“Nigel has been spending some time in Amherst. His penguin felt the need to come out more than usual, and they have more room and a pool.” Diego chuckled while staring out the window at the river. “When I arrived on Saturday morning, it was to see both Nigel and Theodore waddling through the manor as if it were a normal thing.” Diego shrugged, then looked at me. “I guess for them it was. Something like that really wouldn’t be appropriate here on the boat. He can shift in our suite, but unless I’m with him, there is nobody to watch Noah.”
“Is this normal? For him to spend so much time shifted?”
“I asked. Theo said it wasn’t unheard of, especially after a pregnancy. Anyway, Nigel is in our suite for this cruise. He’s said his penguin is finally happy, and he’s really missed being away from me. I’ll admit, it’s been difficult not having them here on the boat with me.”
“Although I cannot relate to missing my beloved, I do know what it is like to miss loved ones. I am glad they are here with you. Any news on the Evergreen pack?”
“Not since the alpha was put to death. With his oldest already dead, the pack was passed down to his youngest since they had a daughter that had moved away and had no interest in coming back to run the pack. The youngest seems more accepting and understanding. He has his work cut out for him though. The pack seems to have a lot of members that share beliefs with their old alpha.”
I winced. The beliefs of the old alpha and his firstborn were the reason Diego and Nigel had issues while out in town in the first place. It was also why Diego had done what he had to protect his then pregnant beloved. None of us had faulted him for it, and most all of us had been put in a situation where we’d had to take a life before. Sadly, it was just how many paranormals had to live their lives.
“Yeah. On the one hand, I feel bad for the guy. But on the other, I don’t. So many of us were dealt shitty parents or families to have to deal with. But he’s going to have his work cut out for him with weeding out the ones left in the pack that didn’t want to move forward with the times.”
“I haven’t heard. Are they causing issues still?” I picked up my water and took another drink.
“Not for us, no. Last I heard, the new council had enforcers that they’ve started sending out. You’d have to ask Master Nikolai more about that though. He has more of an inside on that through Gio.”
“If the mood strikes, I will.” I glanced at my watch, already knowing it was getting close to time for the guests to start boarding. I stood, grabbing my plate and water glass, hoping Diego would take the hint.
“Good. By the way.”
I stopped and returned my attention to the younger vampire. When he didn’t continue, I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Nigel would very much like it if you would come by tomorrow before your shift to see him.”
I was a bit surprised because I’d never been invited to anyone’s suite before. I’d never even hung out with them outside of normal “staff” meetings.
“I will stop by before lunch if that time works for you.”
“It does. I’ll be sure to let Nigel know.”
I nodded once, then walked away. After I scraped my plate and placed everything in the bin, I went back to my own room. I didn’t ever welcome the guests on board, nor did I attend their first dinner. That meant I would have the afternoon to myself to either rest or triple-check everything in the bar area. The casino didn’t open until 7:00 p.m., and with it, my bar opened. It was quite the gig, actually. I was only technically at work, dealing with guests for seven hours. But there was of course the early morning hours that came with restocking and such.
I ducked into the staff quarters and walked to the middle of the hallway and held my card in front of my room. With the new Gem came new technology, and although I was all for advancement, I missed the old, thick iron keys sometimes. I still had some in a frame in my room, but they just weren’t practical anymore. Pity.
When I stepped inside my room, I sighed in relief. My tiny window was covered, blocking out the sun. Everything was perfectly in its place, and I toed off my shoes before I stripped down to my boxers to take a nap. I had a feeling it was going to be a crazy night, and a nap would most likely do me good, so after I laid my clothes over the back of my lone chair, I turned the light off and walked over to my bed, where I slid between the cool sheets. I sighed at the feeling.
I missed having a warm body lying next to me, but I learned long ago that it did not do well to become too attached to someone that wasn’t my beloved. They either eventually found their own fated mate or simply tired of being associated with a vampire.
Thinking of those past relationships did nothing but cause more frustration, so I rolled over and stared at the white wall. There were thin, light silver stripes on the wallpaper, something that was both a nice touch as well as an annoyance because it simply looked a little too much like a hotel. Then again, we were a floating hotel and casino.
I closed my eyes, wondering if I would be able to doze off, and if so, what would today’s dreams be about? Would I be allowed to rest peacefully, or would my dreams be about past horrors that I would much rather forget?
I lay there, staring at the wall, then rolled to do the same with the ceiling. My mind did not want to give in and rest though, and that would be an issue later this evening if I couldn’t get some sleep.
I pulled my blanket over my head, hoping the added barrier would help trick my body into thinking it was time to be asleep instead of awake. The biggest issue was having to get up in the early morning hours to deal with deliveries. Perhaps Master Nikolai was onto something when he hired another bartender. Having a second person that could be trusted with such things could be beneficial.
I finally felt myself start to become drowsy and closed my eyes and let my body rest, hoping for the best.
When my alarm went off hours later, immediately I felt the boat in motion, telling me that I had slept through not only the departure, which could be a noisy affair with the steam horn, but everything else that had happened since I had eaten my late breakfast.
I lay there a moment, allowing my body to come fully awake, then rolled from the bed to get started with my day. I had to prep the bar and would need to figure out how much the new guy knew or didn’t know.
After a quick shower, I dressed in my uniform of black slacks, a black button-down shirt, and a crimson-red silk tie. I left my room and went to join the others in the dining hall. Like always, I would sit alone, preferring my own company rather than having to listen to the others go on and on about this or that—usually things that did not interest me in the slightest.
Dinner tonight—or lunch for those of us getting ready to come on to shift—consisted of toasted ravioli, salad, garlic knots, and triple-chocolate cake. I did not quite understand the pairing of ravioli with another grain side dish, but it was something I had come to accept. We ate what the guests did, and tonight’s main option was toasted ravioli, so that was what we got.
Why couldn’t we have a good haggis or a meat pie? They had smoked salmon every cruise, so there was that. But still, was it too much to have some beans? Or even a good stew? Aside from my family, I probably missed the foods from Scotland more than anything. But when you landed on a casino riverboat filled with Italians, the cuisine shifted drastically.
I filled my plate, then went back to the table I had been at earlier. I made it halfway through my meal before Diego showed back up. I would have complained a bit if not for the fact that he wasn’t alone.
“Fergus, this is Adam, your new bartender. I thought I would introduce you here, then the two of you can talk about shifts, supplies, and all that other fun stuff before you sulked off to your bar.”
“Hi there. Do you mind if I join you?” Adam asked. I sent Diego a glare while he walked off, smirking. I would definitely get back at him somehow.
“I don’t mind, no. Have a seat.”
“Thanks. My mate is in our room, still trying to come to grips with the fact that we’re on a boat with a bunch of vampires.”
That piqued my interest, and Adam seemed to realize that.
“She’s human. It’s one of the reasons why we’ve not really belonged to a pack or anything for some time. My old pack didn’t accept humans as mates, and my wolf was more than happy to spend time with ours, living in the suburbs.”
“What changed?”
“The same as always, it seems. We don’t age, and others around us did. We decided to sell our house and move elsewhere. It was pure luck I found this position.”
“Do you have any bartending experience at all?”
Adam smiled while chewing.
“I do. I spent the last ten years as head bartender at a popular bar in Colorado. It wasn’t uncommon for us to be filled to capacity every night, even on Tuesdays, which were usually slower for a lot of the other local places.”
“Good to hear. If you’re as good as you are implying, I think we’ll get along just fine.”
“They told me you’d be a hard sell. I hope to prove them wrong.” Adam grinned again, then went back to eating. We ate in silence, something I was grateful for. As the evening went on, I’d find out just how much Adam did or didn’t know.
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.
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AJ Sherwood believes in happily ever afters, magic, dragons, good men, and dark chocolate. She often dreams at night of delectable men doing sexy things with each other. In between writing multiple books (often at the same time) she pets her cats, plays with her dogs, and attempts insane things like aerial yoga.
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Hailey Turner is big city girl who spoils her cats rotten and has a demanding day job that she loves, but not as much as she loves writing. She’s been writing since she was a young child and enjoys reading almost as much as creating a new story. Hailey loves stories with lots of action, gritty relationships, and an eventual HEA that satisfies the heart.
Jaime SammsLost. Broken. Found…loved. Romance for all.
Jaime is a plaid-hearted Canadian who spends the long cold winters writing stories about love between
men and the too-short summers digging in the garden. There are dust bunnies in the corners of her
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There are dishes on the counter—which is clearly because teenagers! There is hot coffee in the pot and the occasional meal to keep her from starving—because her husband is remarkable and patient.
A multi-published author whose work has been translated into French, Italian and German, Jaime delights in the intricate dance of words that leads her through tales of the lost and broken-hearted men she writes about, to the love stories that find and mend them.
And when the muse is being stubborn, she also makes pretty things with yarn and fabric scraps because in her world, no heart is too broken to love, and nothing is too worn or tired it can’t be upcycled into something beautiful. All it takes is determination and the ability to see life a little bit left of centre.
Taylor RylanThe Men of Crooked Bend Series is what started it all for me and it was incredibly difficult to let those men go. It was originally supposed to be a trilogy but it ended up as a ten book series with a bonus book that's part of The Snow Globe Christmas Series. In the Men of Crooked Bend series, you get to know the cowboys and other men of Wild Creek Ranch in Crooked Bend, Wyoming (a totally fictitious town). The series is set in the foothills of the Grand Teton Mountains, a place I fell in love with as a teenager.
I have a closely related spin-off series called Sulfur Springs. In it you leave Wild Creek and go to the little neighbor town of Sulfur Springs and meet the sexy men of the Sulfur Springs Fire Depart, the sheriff's department, as well as quite a few US Marshals. You see some familiar faces but you also meet some very new ones. It’s finally finished and ended up being a nine book series.
I love to read, it’s always been one of my favorite things to do since I can remember. When I started writing, I couldn't decide if I wanted to write contemporary or paranormal as I love both. I chose contemporary but still, paranormal was talking to me and those darn shifters kept saying, “tell our story, it’ll be fun.” So I did. And it was. That’s how I started my Honey Creek Den series. Honey Creek is another totally fictitious town set on Flathead Lake (a real place) in Montana. I've never been there, but hope to get there at some point. Honey Creek Den is finished with the planned six books. The Timber Valley Wolf Pack is also finished with six books and now I've moved onto the Warlocks of Amherst Series. This series takes us away from the den and pack and we get to know Edison's warlocks in Amherst, Massachusetts.
When I'm not busy writing about cowboys, architects, sheriffs, firefighters, US Marshals, bears, tigers, or warlocks (to name just a few), I like to read (who doesn't?). Because of my limited free time, I’m fond of short stories and novellas. I can be found on Amazon, Book Bub, Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.
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