Thursday, April 19, 2018

Excerpt from HAWK'S SPIRIT - The First Shifters Series

Ever wonder how the first Wolf Shifter came to be? 

Working Blurb: 

Hawk is alone, hiding from the world, living in a tiny, rickety cabin his grandfather built. He has few supplies and fewer yet needed skills to survive on his own but because of what he did, because of what his father caused him to do… well, there’s just no other choice.

But then one day “Spirit” shows up. A large lone wolf who begins to “take care of” Hawk. He brings him game, he protects him from predators, and he even pulls him from a raging river. And Hawk has begun to talk to Spirit as if he is human and can understand.

Except Spirit isn’t human.

Yes, Spirit has filled a void in Hawk’s life, and he is very grateful, but he is a wolf and Hawk needs the company of a human. In fact, Hawk is desperately lonely, to the point he even tells Spirit he longs for the touch of a man, the first time he has ever said such a wicked thing out loud.

Then one full-moon night there is a large, beautiful naked man at the cabin door claiming he is Spirit. At first Hawk is terrified but then he realizes the stranger has Spirit’s amazing golden eyes... 

Chapter One

He was a lone wolf. After those first few times seeing him, Hawk figured he had to be. The animal certainly was big enough to survive alone. Obviously strong, stealth. Even though those eyes were beautiful, eerily golden, they seemed defiant, alpha-like. His thick coat was very dark, even black, but still Hawk called him Spirit. The name came from how fast the wolf could move because he would suddenly be there, standing and silently watching. And then, just as suddenly, be gone.
Spirit had been hanging around the cabin for a number of weeks now. He wouldn’t come close but Hawk did not mistake that for being timid. He didn’t even think it was caution. Hawk knew the wolf was fully aware he could rip out Hawk’s throat long before he even aimed his gun, much less squeezed the trigger. So, no, it wasn’t any form of fear on the wolf’s part.
Hawk actually had the belief the wolf was trying hard not to scare him.
And, honestly, it truly had been tense that first time Hawk saw Spirit. Hawk had finally been able to bring down a small deer and had dragged it to the cabin where he gutted and cleaned it. There was still snow on the ground and it had been Hawk’s first real kill out there all by himself and he had not been careful. Young and fucking stupid, his father would say. Not that he really cared anymore for what that ass hole had ever thought. Still, the blood trail he left could have been followed by a blind man.
Spirit really had been fierce that day, baring his particularly sharp canines, growling and howling, doing a little dance all around the perimeter as if he would attack at any moment. Except he stuck to the edge of the woods, never coming all the way into the small clearing where the cabin and Hawk were. As nervous as Hawk had been that he had unwelcome company, he eventually went about his business of butchering the deer. If Hawk was going to die then he would die. But if the wolf let him live he was going to need the meat. He offered the entrails to the wolf, not that he looked hungry in the least. He just figured if he shared the bounty he might end the day alive.
And he did.
Hawk wasn’t sure if the wolf ate the offering or not, he never saw him do it, but the mess was gone the next morning.
When Spirit showed up a few days later, Hawk once again offered him raw meat. This time Hawk watched as the wolf sniffed at it, picked it up, seemed to nod in Hawk’s direction, then it loped off into the deep woods.
Huh, Hawk remembered thinking. I just might have made a friend.
For the next several days the wolf continued to visit but stayed to the edge of the woods. He seemed to be watching Hawk’s every move as he chopped wood for the fireplace, did minor repairs on the cabin and attempted to hunt small game.
Spirit even followed when Hawk checked his traps. Unfortunately, Hawk really had no idea how to be a trapper. His old man had the traps hanging in the barn so Hawk had taken them. The small amount of money he was able to find wouldn’t last long so trapping and being able to offer animal hides for trade, would be his only means of support.
Day after day, the wolf would come and sit at the edge of the forest to the point Hawk looked for him each morning. He would nod in acknowledgement, and the wolf seemed to do the same. Most of the time Hawk would go about his chores of surviving another day in the wilderness but sometimes he would just stand and stare at the wolf. He was simply gorgeous and something amazing to look at. Hawk was even finding himself wanting to get closer. What did his fur feel like? Would those shoulders really come to Hawk’s waist? But each time Hawk would try, Spirit would disappear.
After they were well into the third week of the wolf being an off and on again companion, and after yet another disappointing string of empty traps, Hawk stopped and regarded the wolf. He, too, had stopped and was standing about ten feet away, the closest he had ever come.
It was probably just a symptom of his isolation, or maybe he really was as crazy as his old man had kept telling him, but Hawk began to talk to the wolf as if he could understand.
“Well, Spirit, another tripped and empty trap but not any blood as if it were set off on purpose. It’s almost as if the animals know what this is and how it works. Do you think something like that is possible?”
The wolf only turned to him, cocked his head to the side and sat.
“I’ll take that as a no.” Hawk chuckled. “I have to tell you, though. This is mighty suspicious. I haven’t gotten anything in my traps. They’ve been like this since I came up here which is a little problematic because that deer I took won’t last forever.”
Spirit chuffed as if in agreeance.
“I’ve certainly seen plenty of fox. Maybe you have, too? That tells me there’s game. Hell, these tracks tell me that.” Hawk sighed. “However, I won’t fill my belly by continuing to stare at bare traps.” Hawk shook his head. “But I might just as well pretend they’ll yield something in the future and reset them.”
Which Hawk did. He walked from trap to trap and reset them, being careful to wipe away his scent on each one, even though he wore thick gloves, explaining every detail to the wolf. When he arrived back to his cabin he turned to see that Spirit had once again stopped at the entrance to the forest.
“Come on. There’s still meat. I’ll share.” Hawk wondered if he stood his ground this time, if he could somehow get next to the wolf. Something in him strongly yearned to simply touch him, gaze closer into those golden eyes, feel his breath on his face.
Spirit took a step, glanced around quickly before taking a few more. He gazed up at Hawk as he very slowly padded toward him. Hawk’s heart was beating hard. He wasn’t sure what the wolf had in mind. Probably not the same thing Hawk did although he didn’t think the animal meant him harm. He also didn’t appear hungry. But, a free meal was a free meal.
Except the wolf stopped and sat about halfway. After a few moments, Hawk smiled. It was clear Spirit wrote his own rules and Hawk’s desire to be nearer to the large animal was not going to be granted this time. If ever. When it was apparent Spirit was not going to give him another inch, Hawk turned, walked over to the large tin lock box near the front door, undid the lock, reached inside and pulled out another venison slab covered in cloth. He unwrapped it and walked slowly toward the wolf, holding the meat out in front of him.
“Like I said, Spirit. This deer was small to begin with and I had to go pretty far into the woods to get it. I’m just lost as to why, even though there seems to be game, I can’t find it in this part of the forest.”
He stopped ten feet from Spirit, keeping his eye on the beautiful animal, then laid the chunk of meat down on the melting snow.
“But no matter. I’ll still share.”
Amazingly, the wolf seemed to chuckle, shaking his head. Hawk couldn’t help but believe Spirit just might have been amazed Hawk had once again given him meat.
Or fucking stupid.
But Spirit still walked up to the offering after Hawk stepped back and sniffed the piece of venison. He had glanced up at Hawk with what Hawk thought looked an awful lot like gratitude. Then he picked up the chunk and trotted back into the woods.
Hawk had been disappointed he hadn’t gotten closer but wondered if indeed the wolf actually understood that Hawk was sharing not from bounty but from poverty. 
That thought truly hit home when the next morning there had been two fat rabbits lying dead on his doorstep. Hawk had quickly scanned the forest’s edge to find the wolf. Sure enough, Spirit had been there watching him. With what he knew had to be shock on his face, Hawk pointed at the rabbits, trying to ask the wolf if he had provided them. The wolf seemed to nod. Then he turned and once again disappeared leaving Hawk to contemplate the fact that the damn wolf looked like he had actually smiled at him.
Hawk nodded then, too, picking up the unexpected welcome gift. “Thank you,” he called out, hoping the wolf was still within ear shot. Not that he thought Spirit would totally understand him but he was getting the impression the wolf comprehended a whole lot more than really should have been possible.
And it made him happy. It meant he was no longer alone.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Great review on REDZ WORLD for GHOST WOLF

GHOST WOLF received the highest it could get from 


The Stardust Recommended Read!

Read it HERE

Saturday, April 7, 2018





Jake is on a much-needed vacation when he receives a desperate call from Alan, his former boyfriend. Against his better judgment, Jake comes to Alan’s aid. But when the men are stranded in the middle of nowhere, Alan is determined to get to town before the sun sets rather than spend the night in the car. Unfortunately, they have to cut across private property to do it. Since it’s trespassing, they could get arrested—or surrounded by a bunch of cowboys hell bent on teaching the trespassers a lesson.

Thankfully, a muscular, stunning cowboy named Colton shows up to save the day. But he’s not about to let Jake off easy. It seems there are still a few lessons to be learned, and it looks like they might involve leather, some handcuffs, and a suspiciously high, padded trunk... 

Monday, April 2, 2018

Chase and Capture


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It was only a game, right? An adult twist on "Capture the Flag". Very adult, actually. Especially the "flag" and where it went. In fact, the only similarity between the kid version and the adult version was you still needed to capture your opponent's flag to win. 

So how is it that Camden ended up here? Oh yeah, that's right, Tanner, Camden's good buddy from college. He was not going to let Camden waste another birthday. He was hell bent on getting Camden laid. So much so, the idiot set up this entire weekend gig. And that's where Camden found himself now; on a remote island, crashing through the woods, playing a chase and capture game, trying like hell to stay ahead of his pursuer. But why was he the one being chased? Why was Camden the prey and that big, sexy, dark haired, muscle bound, relentless god of a man, Gunner, the hunter? It should be the other way around because it was Camden's birthday, damn it! Well, thankfully there were going to be three rounds played because it looked like Camden was going down before even reaching the first check point. Yep. Going down on all fours, flag confiscated and…well, let’s just say he would be screwed.

So what was the downside of this game?

Sunday, March 25, 2018



They had walked for a good half hour before they heard it—the rumbling sound. At first Jake thought it could be thunder, but a quick glance at the sky told him that wasn’t the case. When he realized he could feel the thunder in the ground as well, he understood the sound they were hearing was of pounding hooves.

“What the hell is that?” Alan pointed at a rising cloud of dust in the distance.

“Horses.” Jake had no experience in anything that would have given him that answer. For some reason, he simply knew. “Let’s hope they’re friendly.”

“Friendly? You mean those horses are wild?”

Jake laughed. “No. But the cowboys riding them just might be.” Jake let a shiver run through him as he thought about just how a wild cowboy would be—big and strong, talented with a lasso and tie down. He would know how to use a whip and would fuck like he rode, hard and with his boots on. Oh yeah, he could use that kind of distraction, even if it was just a one off.

But these cowboys weren’t going to be like that. Out here, the word gay was probably not a good one and most likely not said out loud. Not that what either one of them was wearing would actually shout gay or anything, but it did send up a questioning eyebrow. Alan had jeans on, but they were thin and tight, and the ankle high boots were as well. His silk shirt wasn’t pink but the particular shade of blue wasn’t exactly manly and had no buttons done up beyond his belly button. He did have neck tattoos, but they certainly weren’t going to help in the macho department either.

Of course Jake was hardly better with his tight jeans, the ones with the large strategically placed holes, making it impossible to do anything but go commando. He also wore his “cut off” T-shirt which showed just enough of his slightly muscled chest and flat stomach to entice the viewer to want to see more. His thick, dark hair was in a messy-hair style he knew turned heads. In other words, he looked awesome and he had done it specifically because of Alan. Not that he would take him back for any reason, even for a quick fuck, no matter how desperate he had become. But he was not above showing off what Alan was missing out on.

Okay, the rainbow sneakers, a gift from his mother, did scream gay.

Not to mention they were trespassing and chances were pretty good the excuse they had would not be anywhere near a worthy reason. However, there was nothing they could do at the moment. There was nowhere to hide and the cloud was moving fast. No question, they had been spotted.

“Well, about fucking time someone helps us. This is great.”

“I’m not sure it’s great, Alan. They just might be pissed we’re on their land.”

“Why? We’re not doing anything.”

“No Trespassing means no trespassing, Alan.”

“Don’t worry. They’ll help us.”

But the only thing the riders did was surround them. There were eight of them, all decked out in cowboy garb and just a few of them worthy of gawking at twice—maybe even three times.

“What are you boys doing on private property?” Of course the man, probably the oldest of the group, emphasized “boys” as he raked both him and Alan over, and he certainly wasn’t sizing them up for dating prospects. Jake thought the small glint in his eye might indicate he and Alan would be used as wanking material later on, but that was not going to help them right now.

Thursday, March 22, 2018


Jake is on a much-needed vacation when he receives a desperate call from Alan, his former boyfriend. Against his better judgment, Jake comes to Alan’s aid. But when the two men become stranded in the middle of nowhere, Alan is determined to get to town before the sun sets rather than spend the night in the car. Unfortunately, they have to cut across private property to do it. Since it’s trespassing, they could get arrested

—or surrounded by a bunch of cowboys hell bent on teaching the trespassers a lesson. 

Thankfully, a muscular, stunning cowboy named Colton shows up to save the day. But he’s not about to let Jake off easy. It seems there are still a few lessons to be learned, and it appears like they might involve leather, some handcuffs, and a suspiciously high, padded trunk...

WARNING: Contains a very hot, extremely imaginative cowboy, a rather clueless administrative assistant, and a whole lot of MM action. Precede with caution.

Coming soon