Among Wolves (30 page)

"Thank you."

It was so softly spoken, Charlie just caught
it. Roman's hair brushed his lips as they rode back.

"Thank you, Charlie."

"I'll take care of you…" Charlie blinked. "I
don't remember telling you my name."
Did he? He must
have.

"I know. I know you will, Charlie. You'll
take good care of me."

"Have we met?" Charlie felt a strange
sensation in his body.

"I'm so cold."

Charlie held him tighter. It was the best he
could do with one arm. He didn't know where he was going. The
hospital? Vernon's house?

"Your cabin. Please."

"Are you reading my mind?" Charlie laughed
but he was slightly rattled.

"Please."

"You don't fret. I'll take care of you."

"Thank you, Charlie. I know you will. That's
why I chose you."

Charlie imagined the cold was making Roman
slightly delusional. He heard hypothermia did that. Made you
hallucinate.

He rode to the barn, dismounting and helping
Roman do the same. He tightened the blanket around Roman and
quickly got the saddle off Spirit. Spirit was still acting like a
mass of nerves, staring at Roman like Charlie had never seen him
look at another human before.

He shut the lights in the barn and held Roman
around the waist as he hurried with him to his cabin. "Almost
there."

"I know."

Charlie opened his door and locked it behind
them. "I'll get the fire going, you go take a hot shower, ya hear
me?"

Roman dropped the blanket, standing naked
before him.

Charlie gulped audibly. "You…you need me to
show you where everything is?"

Roman stalked him.

Charlie backed up near the fireplace. The
blood spatter was in a strange pattern. Light, as if Roman was
standing beside something else that was shot, or cut. But Charlie
kept being drawn to Roman's eyes. The intensity of the color, the
power of the stare was hypnotic.

Roman put one hand against the cabin's
exposed wooden beams, over Charlie's head. He brushed his lips
against Charlie's lightly.

"Sweet mother of god, I got me another gay
boy." Charlie gulped and his cock went thick in his jeans.

(Book 2)

Sequel to Of Wolves and Men

Blurb for The Order of Wolves

In the sequel to
Of Wolves and Men
we
find ATF Agent Roman Burk and horse wrangler Charlie Mosby, still
investigating the strange curse they have been burdened with.

Charlie struggles to come to terms with his
boss and co-workers on the horse ranch in Heber, Utah, knowing he
is Roman's gay lover. This new problem of changing into a wolf or
crow whenever they grow angry or emotional, has both Charlie and
Roman near the end of their rope.

Roman loves Charlie, but he loves his job
back in Reno as well. Though Charlie has been his champion and ally
through their ordeal, Roman doesn't know if Charlie would be
willing to give up his life and career and join him in the
city.

Another wrangler, Butch Crowell complicates
the situation for the two men, whose life is already too bizarre
for either of them to believe. Butch instills jealousy in Roman as
he too becomes enamored with the handsome cowboy Charlie.

In the end, it's up to Charlie to decide
which path to choose, and if leaving a place where he has lived and
worked for years is the best course of action.

The Order of Wolves
is about the alpha
male, and who will inevitably be top dog.

Sample Chapter for The Order of Wolves:

Look at you
. Charlie hadn't always
preferred men as sexual partners. He had dated women exclusively,
and at one time considered the idea of asking out one of Vernon's
lovely daughters, Suzie or Sherlane. But…

A chance meeting on the roadside on
Interstate 80 with a gay man changed all that. 'Joe' offered
Charlie a blowjob after helping him change a flat tire. Charlie
couldn't recall the last time anyone had offered him such a lovely
treat, so he accepted, assuming doing something once with a man was
curiosity, nothing more. But after the contact, Charlie was left
craving another sexual encounter with a man.

That's when he met Roman, who he found stark
naked on ranch property. The sexual appetite of Roman, not to
mention his good looks, gave Charlie another chance to see if…if an
alternative lifestyle was something he could consider.

It was.

The closer he and Roman got, the less Charlie
craved lying with a woman.

And now? Now that they were both half wolf/
half man, or a third wolf, a third crow, (which Charlie had yet to
change into) and a third man.
What on earth are we?

Charlie's sexual drive had hit an all time
peak. All he wanted to do was hump Roman, suck him, roll on him,
and sniff him. It was madness at its highest level, and pure
fantasy.

With his morning erection needing some
attention, Charlie dug one hand under Roman and curled him into an
embrace. Slowly Roman came to the surface of his slumber. His
bedroom brown eyes opened under dark lashes, making Charlie shiver
with desire.

"Howdy, partner." Charlie smiled, giving
Roman's neck a good sniff.

"That's some wake-up call." Roman parted his
legs and pressed their crotches together.

"Rise n' shine." Charlie licked Roman's jaw,
beginning to assert his dominance over him, urging Roman to his
back.

A sound like a low purr came from Roman as he
submitted to Charlie's advance. Spreading wide, he allowed Charlie
to do as he pleased, which made Charlie a happy man.

Once Charlie had licked his way down to
Roman's chest, giving attention to each nipple, he knelt up and
reached for the petroleum jelly left on his nightstand. Though he
had intentions of getting condoms and proper lubrication, Charlie
wasn't one to go into town very often, and the idea of asking
someone to pick those items up for him was impossible. Not to
mention, turning into something canine while behind the wheel of
his truck, was a daunting prospect. It was against Charlie's nature
to take risks, but he was a very trusting man. He trusted
Roman.

As Roman watched Charlie prepare, he said,
"We have got to get lube. I can't stand that shit."

Charlie chuckled softly. "Read my mind?"

"No. I can't seem to do that to you anymore.
But, come on." He curled his nose.

"Lubrication and condoms. I must be outa my
mind to be ridin' you bareback."

"Me? I'm clean. Are you kidding me?" Roman
shifted on the bed as Charlie inserted two fingers inside him. "Oh,
that's nice…" He moaned. "And I haven't had sex for years before we
met. Not with this crazy job, I don't."

"Hush up. I'm not believin' that for a
minute." Charlie tried to wipe his fingers off and ended up rubbing
the remainder into his dry hands. He tugged on his cock to keep it
hard, moving closer.

"Right. You believe we turn into animals but
you don't believe I don't fuck around anymore. I give up."

"Fuck now, talk later." Charlie rocked
Roman's legs backwards so he exposed his ass, pointing his stiff
length at it.

Roman held his own knees and raised his hips
to make it easier for Charlie. Instead, Charlie backed up, grabbed
Roman and spun him around roughly. "Changed my mind. I'm goin' to
do you doggie style."

"How appropriate." Roman got on his hands and
knees.

"Seems more natural."

"Don't even go there." Roman pushed his face
into the pillow.

"I'm goin' there, Roman. Make no mistake."
Charlie laughed and gripped Roman around his hips, yanking him
closer. He pushed the head of his cock against Roman's tight rim
and penetrated him gently.

Roman gave a snarl and wriggled backwards,
uniting their bodies.

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Book Blurb:

A past that won't let go...

After losing his job, Chase Sarim finds
himself living in a shit hole apartment. His new neighbor calls
himself Seven, wears aluminum hats and carries around a ceramic
rooster. He also seems to know what Chase is going to do or say
before it happens, and talks about people named, Nine, Three, and
Four.

Chase knows better than to get involved with
someone like that.

But some men are just too hot to resist.

A future of fear...

Seven has been running for his life ever
since he escaped Sub-Floor. In order to elude those hunting him he
can never have a home, never have friends...and love? It's nothing
but a weakness that can be used against him.

Hiding had become a way of life. Until
Chase.

Greed, power, and corruption...

Dr. David Stone knows Seven has a secret. Why
else would his colleague, Dr. Radcliff, help Seven escape
Sub-Floor?

It wasn't the loss of a defective precog that
bothered Stone, it was the fact Radcliff was willing to die to keep
Stone from knowing why he did it. Or better yet, how.

Two men, one love, brought together by a
series of impossible circumstances and destined by fate for an
entangled future.

But maybe
destiny
has nothing to do
with it.

Sample Chapter of 7:

Chapter One

It was official; Chase Sarim's week couldn't
get any worse.

He'd thought Monday was bad, the day he lost
his job as lead investigator with Inside Sources. Then there was
Tuesday, the day his boss had called and offered to keep him on the
payroll provided he offer up certain favors after hours when her
husband worked late. Then as if Monday hadn't already shit on his
day, there was Tuesday evening when Chase received the notice from
human resources at The Inside that he had to move out of the condo
they'd leased.

He should have thought about where he was
going to live if he turned the bitch down but there was no faking
an erection.

Chase couldn't even bend over and take
it.

Without an apartment, he'd worked fast to
find a place to live. Chase had some money saved up, but he also
knew it wouldn't go far living in the city. And if he was going to
find another decent journalist position, he needed to stay in the
city.

Considering the dog-slaughter-dog market and
the current economy, that was probably going to take longer than he
even wanted to fantasize about.

So he'd gone cheap.

Real cheap.

Chase had looked at the
apartment—online—talked to the real estate agent—online—obtained
references—online.

Now, standing in the hallway, it was obvious
he'd gotten fucked—online.

Here it was, Wednesday, and Monday looked
like the lottery jackpot.

The outside of the building was worn, but the
inside? Large cracks and curling flakes of paint covered the
apartment door marked C4. How appropriate, the unit was even named
after the explosive needed to demolish this dump. Down the hall
another door hung from its hinges. Streamers of yellow police tape
crisscrossed the opening.

That wasn't a good sign.

Hardly any of the lights in the corridor
worked, and what did work didn't put a dent in the dark walls.
They'd probably used the color because it hid the blood stains. Or
because it went well with the overwhelming stench of…was that piss
and vomit?

At least he wouldn't have to worry about the
rats burrowing into his couch.

The condo had been furnished, so the only
possessions Chase had were his laptop, a Samsonite full of clothes
and the brown sack of groceries he'd picked up at the corner
store.

He pulled the keys out of his pocket. One for
the doorknob and two more for each of the deadbolts.

Chase told himself to be grateful. He had a
roof over his head, electricity, running water, heat and air. That
is, if the advertisement on Apartment Search hadn't been a complete
lie. So far the Greenstone Apartments were more of the south side
of shit brown.

Of course, he could be in a homeless
shelter.

Chase squinted at the black pellets near the
doorjamb. He poked them with the toe of his tennis shoe. No,
nothing like a homeless shelter. They had standards.

Martin had better score Chase that position
with The Tribune. It had only been three days, but the man was
known to work greater miracles. Chase took out his cell phone and
dialed.

It rang twice before Martin answered. "So,
did you get moved in?"

"Please tell me The Tribune is begging for me
to start tomorrow."

Martin laughed. "Aw, c'mon, Chase, it can't
be that bad."

"The apartment next to mine has no door, the
hall smells like a public bathroom in Underground Atlanta, and
there's rat shit on my welcome mat."