NEW - The Ex's Boyfriend - Excerpt

Something twisted in Rogan’s chest as he watched Mark disappear into the night. He wanted to go after him, make sure he got home alright. But he still had a mess to deal with here. He reached down and picked up the overturned table, apologizing to the people who had been sitting at it, wanting to chuckle that several were covered in various liquids. The floor didn’t appear to be even wet. Mark had to have been covered in it too. He offered to buy the table new drinks since he would have to go get a broom and dustpan from the bar to sweep up the broken glass.

“Why would you buy them new drinks,” Leon demanded from behind Rogan. “That idiot, Mark, is the one who made this mess. Not you!”

Oh yeah. that too. Leon was still here.

“Mark is not an idiot and he didn’t make the mess, Leon. And didn’t I tell you to go sit down?” Rogan walked to the bar to ask for the broom and dustpan, Leon on his heals.

“Where are you going? What are you doing?”

“Leon, are you going to do what I tell you?”

“What did you tell me?”

Rogan sighed and shook his head as he stopped the bartender, broom and dustpan in hand, on his way back to the mess. “Let me handle that.” he told him.

“Oh no, Sir. I’ll do it.”

“You have customers. Plus, I’m buying that table new drinks. I would appreciate it if you would get their order.” Rogan took the broom from the bartender who clearly wanted to object.

“But… if Anna…”

“Anna doesn’t have to find out.” Rogan motioned for the bartender to go ahead of him.

Leon gasped behind him. “You’re going to… clean?”

Rogan didn’t even glance at him as he followed behind the bartender.

“I’m not kidding, Rogan,” Leon continued. “Why are you cleaning up that idiot’s mess? And he did cause it, flirting with a drunk. I never knew what a slut he is. But I suppose that’s the only way he could get a man. I’m incredibly embarrassed I used to date him. Pity dating. That’s what it was. I felt sorry for him.”

Rogan began to sweep the floor, half ignoring Leon’s rant. Pity dating? Hardly. Mark was beautiful and could have had any man in the room. All he would have to do was gaze at any one of them with those stark green eyes of his. And with that cute freckled nose and high cheek bones? Not to mention his messy dark blonde hair? He’d have them groveling at his feet.

But yes, the man attacking Mark was drunk. Would most likely have passed out long before he could have done any physical damage. But the mental damage was what worried Rogan. Mark was unable to escape the man and he had already been embarrassed enough by Leon’s rejection.

By Leon’s lies.

Rogan never truly believed Leon when he told him Mark beat him. There were never any bruises or marks at all that proved it. Not that Leon had to prove it. Any form of abuse was never acceptable. So when the irritating little twink came to him and asked him to protect him, claiming that his ex-boyfriend had battered him and was now stalking him, Rogan said he would.

Then he met Mark.

Barely bigger that Leon, he seemed adorable and harmless, standing there outside the place where they both worked pleading for Leon to give him another chance. Leon had texted Rogan to hurry to come and pick him up because he was frightened of this Mark. But seeing the man Leon described as a monster just about in tears, wringing his hands, shifting from foot to foot, Rogan felt foolish demanding Mark leave Leon alone.

Rogan would never forget the expression of defeat and embarrassment on Mark’s face as he turned and hurried away.

Similar to what Rogan experienced with Mark again a few minutes ago.

Rogan sighed and excused himself to the people at the table as he swept under it to get the pieces of glass he knew were there. Only when he dragged them out, the glass came with a companion.  

Is that a wallet?

“Hey,” he stooped to pick up the what he thought was a leather tri-fold. It ended up being faux leather. And very tattered. “This belong to any of you?” Rogan showed it to the table of customers. They all shook their heads even as they reached into their bags or back pockets to make sure.

Hmm. Strange. He pocketed it until he was able to examine it. He had a feeling he knew who it belonged to. Rogan finished cleaning up the mess just as Anna walked up. Her straight dark hair was swinging, her big brown eyes were flashing. Being much shorter than Rogan she was still someone to pay attention to as she planted her fists on her hips and glared up at him.

“Rogan Stone, what are you doing?”

“Anna. Nice to see you,” he smiled as he made a couple more swipes with the broom.

“Give me that broom right now. Where’s Tom?” She glanced toward the bar, trying in vain to see over Rogan’s height.

“You mean your new bartender? Getting these good patrons here a round of drinks.” He nodded toward the people at the table when they cheered at his announcement. “As for the broom? I’m finished with it.” He stooped to scoop up the mess into the dustpan.

“What happened?” she growled, following Rogan as he made his way back to the bar. Once they arrived, Anna yanked the broom and dustpan away from him and walked behind the bar to dump the broken glass in the waste basket. “Am I going to be sued?”

Rogan chuckled. Anna was the owner of the bar and also the hidden, very busy dungeon underneath it. To look at her, she seemed demure. Hardly anyone to glance twice at. But, in reality, she was a master Dom and had been instrumental in Rogan discovering his true nature. Some years back Rogan had the privilege of being personally tutored under her expert hand. Something he would be eternally grateful for. She opened The Ship Yard intending for it to be separate from her dungeon. She taught him to never mix play with liquor. But space was expensive and it was easier to monitor that kind of thing when she stood at the secret door.

“No. Probably not.” He chuckled again.

“Probably not? What the fuck happened?”

Once Upon a Wolf by Hurri Cosmo - Excerpt

Coming April 11

The being was downwind, so Ghost couldn’t smell him, but all his senses told him it was only one human. Big, small, fat, strong, he didn’t know or care. If this someone was out after his mate, following his mate, Ghost would deal with him. Simple. Fast. Efficient. Humans could not be any harder to kill than a deer. In mating with his Hawk, he found that the soft, pliable skin under his chin, that warm, fragrant, tasty… well, it was a human’s vulnerable spot, just like any animal. Easily ripped out.

However, he would wait until he knew more. The fact he didn’t understand the human’s relationship with his former pack played a large part in that decision. He glanced at Hawk, admiring his mate’s struggle with his, what he called ‘purchases,’ to get it all back to his tiny cave. At least he had seemed to understand there was a danger behind them. The problem was, they were leading this other human right to where he lived.

That was not going to work for Ghost.

Ghost chuffed at Hawk who stopped to glance back down at the wolf.

“What? Can I rest now?” he panted.

Ghost chuffed again and nodded. Seemed his mate was tired. That was one thing about humans. Their stamina was extremely low. He licked Hawk’s face when the man sat right where he stood.

“Good. I need to. Pulling this heavy contraption up the mountain is wearing me out.”

Ghost whined softly as he turned to go back the way they had come. He would meet up with this other human and determine if it were dangerous or not. If nothing else, he intended on scaring it off, like he did the bear. The problem was going to get it to understand. He had a feeling the human following them was more intelligent than a bear.

“Ghost,” Hawk sputtered as he began to rise. “Where are you going?”

Ghost sighed, turned around and pushed his mate back to the ground.

“You… you want me to stay here? Where are you going?”

Ghost chuffed, licked Hawk’s face again and turned to leave. He glanced back and nodded once at Hawk before continuing back toward the human who followed them.

“Okay. I… I’ll stay. Don’t be gone long.”

His human sounded worried. Ghost didn’t like that. He would have to hurry.

Who knew that tasting the human...

ONCE UPON A WOLF

COMING APRIL 11

Blurb: 

Hawk is alone, hiding from the world, living in a tiny, rickety cabin his grandfather built. He has few supplies and fewer yet of the skills needed 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 “Ghost” 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. He is Hawk’s only friend and Hawk begins to talk to ghost as if he is human and can understand.

Except Ghost isn’t human.

Yes, Ghost 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 Ghost 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 a large, beautiful naked man breaks into the cabin and grabs Hawk, looming over him like he wants to eat him alive. At first Hawk is terrified, but then he realizes the stranger has Ghost’s amazing golden eyes... 

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Coming April 11 - Once Upon a Wolf

Once Upon a Wolf cover reveal

Coming April 11

Blurb:

Hawk is alone, hiding from the world, living in a tiny, rickety cabin his grandfather built. He has few supplies and fewer yet of the skills needed 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 “Ghost” 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. He is Hawk’s only friend and Hawk begins to talk to ghost as if he is human and can understand.

Except Ghost isn’t human.

Yes, Ghost 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 Ghost 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 a large, beautiful naked man breaks into the cabin and grabs Hawk, looming over him like he wants to eat him alive. At first Hawk is terrified, but then he realizes the stranger has Ghost’s amazing golden eyes... 

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Upon a Once and Future Time - Hurri Cosmo and Shannon West

Blurb:

Pari is a Ruby Dragon, or a halfling, anyway, who doesn’t know much about being any kind of Dragon, but he does know about the tyrannical royal family who has ruled the cursed kingdom where he lives for the past two hundred years. Since the beloved Pearl Prince of their kingdom was cruelly murdered by the evil Obsidian Queen so long ago, the people of the kingdom have suffered and still mourn his loss. Yet, Pari is determined to help free his countrymen if he can. When one of his raids on the king’s palace goes terribly wrong, he winds up running for his life and right into an ancient wizard who offers him a way out—through the reflection on a magic bronze shield that he can use to go back through time to save the life of the Pearl Prince.

Once Pari arrives, he has to deal not only with misunderstandings, but an overwhelming attraction to the handsome Prince. Maxsim teaches Pari everything a good Dragon should know, including making love while flying. Treacherous trolls, evil black snow and an unexpected fall back to his own time threaten his new-found happiness with Maxsim. When he learns of the treachery around him, he has to find a way back to his love and be willing to sacrifice everything to save him and change the course of history. If he can pull it off, and if he doesn’t die in the attempt, he might just get everything his heart desires.

MARCH 7 release!!!!

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Once Upon a Wolf - Excerpt

Hawk

The door to his cabin slammed open.

Hawk shot up on the bed and spotted a man standing in the doorway. Back-lit by the full moon, Hawk could tell the man was huge.

The man was also naked, carrying something in one hand.

And he was growling.

Hawk was on his feet but there was nowhere to run. The only escape was through the very door the large man was standing in. Thinking briefly about it now, March had made a big mistake not putting in a second way out of the cabin.

“What do you want?” Hawk cried out. He was frightened now, silently praying for the wolf to return and save him one more time.

“Ghost…want Hawk…” came the reply as the man’s nose went up, sniffing the air.

Had he heard the stranger correctly? The words were slurred, as if the man who said them had been deep in the cider. “W… what?”

The man took a step into the cabin, then shut the door. “Want – Hawk.”

His words were clearer, as if saying them for the second time was easier. A thought started to form. “Who…who are you?”

With the door closed and the bright moonlight blocked out, Hawk could begin to see slight details on the stranger. The low light of the fireplace helped with that along with the same bright moonlight pouring in from some of the small windows. Dark hair, and lots of it. Not only on the top of his head, but on his chest. Wide chest and thick thighs and just a hint of something large sticking out from in front of him.

The man pointed to himself. “Ghost,” he said. Then he pointed to Hawk and took another step toward him. “Hawk.”

Could it be? No! He had to be hallucinating. This man could, in no way, be Ghost, the wolf. Had he truly changed into a man? Exactly what Hawk had been wishing for all this time? Wishes of that magnitude just did not come true. They couldn’t. It was not sane to even think about.

But, of course, Hawk had never been accused of being sane anyway. Quite the opposite, in fact. Not only that, but the man smelled like Ghost. That wonderful heady amazing fragrance was Ghost. But…how? Except Ghost had magic so…maybe.

Or he could be dreaming.

He noticed Ghost was carrying something, a container of some kind. It actually looked familiar. Then he remembered. It was one that Hawk had seen that very afternoon.

The jelly? Oh! It was the jelly!

“How…” But Rufus and Jeremiah had been in a hurry to leave as well. Perhaps they were unable to grab the container when they did. It also proved that this was indeed Ghost.

Ghost dropped the container and came forward, taking a hold of Hawk’s shoulders. “Fingers,” he said, his stubbly face coming near as he bent over Hawk. “Fingers,” he repeated in a whisper as he moved his hands down Hawk’s arms, then up his back, pulling Hawk close. Hawk hadn’t really thought about the fact Ghost had skin of his own until that moment. It was glorious. Hawk wrapped his arms around Ghost and leaned against the bigger man. The skin on skin had an immediate effect on Hawk, one that wasn’t missed by Ghost. Hawk heard him inhale as he grabbed the hair at the back of Hawk’s head, while the other hand engulfed Hawk’s right nether cheek. “Hawk is mate.” He growled again. “Hawk is mine!”