Thursday, September 29, 2016

Fighting to Dream (The Elite: Book Two) by Nicole Flockton Blog Tour

Title: Fighting to Dream
Series: The Elite: Book Two
Author: Nicole Flockton
Genre: Adult, Sports Romance
Published: September 28, 2016
At the 2016 Rio Games, Olympic runner Drake Roberts is chasing a dream, a dream that isn’t his. For as long as he can remember it has been his father’s dream for him to be an Olympic gold medalist. Now an injury could rip away everything he’s worked so hard for.
Tamara York has her dream job. She’s part of the team that keeps the Olympic track and field athletes in peak condition. With plenty of growth potential, no one is going to deviate her from her goals, until she sees Drake hiding his injury. Now she has to help Drake to a full recovery while resisting his charms.
Can time spent together help them realize that love as well as dreams are worth fighting for?

Fighting to Dream Excerpt © Nicole Flockton 2016
Drake Roberts bounced down into a squat, grimacing at the sharp needle of pain in his knee. He grit his teeth and rose up again, hoping against hope his coach hadn't seen his face. He'd told Len his knee was fine. That he was fit to compete in the Olympics.
Now he was here at Rio.
These games were going to be his last. He hoped to win a medal. He didn’t care what color. Anyone would do. If he won, his dad would stop lamenting how he'd missed out on Olympic glory and his son had achieved what he hadn’t been able to do.
Some would say Drake was living his father’s dream. He couldn’t deny it, he was. When he’d won silver at the world championships last year for the 1,500m race, he thought that might be enough for his dad, after missing out on a medal in the 2012 Olympics. Unfortunately, his win had only fueled his father to push him to work toward trying for another Olympics. After all, his father said, he got silver and if he worked harder he could get gold.
So now, here he was, in the training room at Rio, nursing an injury he’d hidden from his father. He’d told his coach it was okay but he’d aggravated it when he’d taken a run around the Olympic track the day after he’d arrived. He should’ve given his knee a chance to recover from being cooped up in a plane for over eight hours.
While the buzz of being at the Olympics was something you couldn’t adequately describe to anyone, unless they lived it themselves, and he wanted it all over. Once it was done he could announce his retirement from competitive running and his life wouldn’t compose of getting up at the crack ass of dawn to practice and travelling all over the States from meet to meet. He might be able to have a normal life. Although what was normal? If he didn’t win gold his father would no doubt push him to try again for the 2020 Olympics. He would be thirty then. He really didn’t want to do another four years of training.
Drake closed his eyes as he squatted down again. This time the pain was sharper. He blew a breath out as he rose up again. How many more squats was he going to have to do?
“You’re knee bothering you, Drake?”
He swiveled around at the sound of the voice over his left shoulder, the movement doing nothing to help his knee.
Behind him stood Tamara York, the team’s assistant physical trainer, easy on the eye with her honey blond hair caught in a high pony-tail and crystal blue eyes, curves in all the right places. Not so easy on the rehab exercises she had him doing when he first injured his knee. She was also the last person he wanted to know how sore his knee actually was. He knew the other guys on the track squad talked about seeing if she’d go on a date with one of them, none had tried though, they’d all been warned by TJ the head physical trainer that she was off limits. And seeing as most of the guys on the squad like their balls, they obeyed TJ.
Like Joey with is sure fire, How you doing line to get the girls, Drake flashed Tamara his signature melt-your-panties smile and winked. “Nope all good here. But if you feel the need to give me a rub down, I won’t say no.”
The crossing of her arms over her chest and raised eyebrow told him if he’d been standing in a bar, he’d be wearing her cocktail or whatever she was drinking all over his face.
While he knew it was a sleazy line action, and he could have TJ’s wrath come down on him for flirting, he didn’t care. He didn’t want Tamara anywhere near his injury. He didn’t want her telling him his Olympic run was over before it even started.
“Does that really work for you, Roberts? Or am just the lucky one you want to practice your cheesy lines on?”
“It can be whatever you want it to be.” Yep, he was certifiable to keep on being super sleazy with Tamara. He hoped she would walk away and be none the wiser to what his body was going through.
“Right, well I’ve been watching you and I’ve seen you cringe through every one of those squats. If you want to compete in these Games, I suggest you come see me in the treatment room after you’ve finished your practice.” She walked away, back straight, her pony-tail swishing from side to side, giving him no chance to object to her edict about their meeting in the treatment room.
Great, how could his coach and TJ miss the pain he was in but Tamara hadn’t? Unless she was watching him because she was interested in him.
Drake chuckled to himself and pushed the thought away. There was no way Tamara was even remotely interested in him. He was just the unlucky one she’d decided to observe that day.
Forcing his attention back to warming up his body, he slightly modified his actions when completing the rest of the exercises in the hope no one else noticed his discomfort.

Bestselling author Nicole Flockton writes sexy contemporary romances, seducing you one kiss at a time as you turn the pages. Nicole likes nothing better than taking characters and creating unique situations where they fight to find their true love.
On her first school report her teacher noted "Nicole likes to tell her own stories". It wasn’t until after the birth of her first child and after having fun on a romance community forum that she finally decided to take the plunge and write a book.
Apart from writing Nicole is busy looking after her very own hero – her wonderfully supportive husband, and two fabulous kids. She also enjoys watching sports and, of course, reading.

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CAUGHT INSIDE by Jamie Deacon-- Book Blast

Caught Inside
Jamie Deacon

Series: Boys on the Brink

Book: One

Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Pages or Words: 83,000

Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Young Adult

Release Date: September 29, 2016


Blurb: Luke believes he has his life figured out…and then he meets Theo.
It should have been simple—a summer spent with his girlfriend Zara at her family’s holiday cottage in Cornwall. Seventeen-year-old Luke Savage jumps at the chance, envisioning endless hours of sunbathing on the private beach and riding the waves on his beloved surfboard. He isn’t interested in love. Though his rugged good looks and lazy charm mean he can have his pick of girls, he has no intention of falling for anyone.
Nothing prepares Luke for his reaction to Theo, the sensitive Oxford undergraduate who is Zara’s cousin and closest friend. All at once, he is plunged along a path of desire and discovery that has him questioning everything he thought he knew about himself. No one, especially Zara, must find out; what he and Theo have is too new, too fragile. But as the deceit spirals beyond their control, people are bound to get hurt, Luke most of all.

I swallow against the dryness in my throat. “We need to talk.”
No response.
Slowly, as though wading through deep sand, I cross the room until I’m standing right behind him. He grips the edge of the worktop.
Still nothing. Only the convulsive tightening of his fingers shows he even heard me.
“Theo,” my voice cracks, “don’t do this.”
Theo sucks in a breath. When he replies, his tone is even. “Do what?”
“This. Shutting me out.”
“And don’t say you’re not, because we both know that isn’t true.” I’m aware of my voice rising, and lower it with an effort. “Just…don’t.”
Theo exhales in a long sigh. He turns to me, his expression distant but not unkind. I wish he’d glare at me, shout, whatever. Anything to show he gives a damn.
“Luke, I’m sorry about this morning. It was a mistake. If you got the wrong impression—”
“The wrong impression? You kissed me. What impression was that supposed to give me?”
He casts a nervous glance at the window.
“What’s wrong, Theo? Worried Giles might hear? I don’t blame you. He’d probably make you bathe in disinfectant for a year if he knew you’d kissed scum like me.” Theo starts to protest, but I shake my head. “You know what? Forget it. So sorry I embarrassed you.”
I need to get out of here. Humiliation, hot and clammy, coils like tar through my veins. Still, what did I expect? Theo’s made it perfectly clear how he sees me, that he thinks I’m beneath him. I grab for the nearest glass, intending to pour myself a liver full of whatever’s in that jug, but my hand shakes so much it slips through my fingers. Glass collides with oak in a minor explosion, glittering fragments flying.
“Shit.” I drop to my knees, begin picking up the larger pieces. I fumble, a jagged shard slicing my palm. “Shit.”
“Luke?” Theo crouches beside me.
“I’m fine.” I turn away from the phony concern in his eyes, fist clenched around the cut to hide it from view. Blood trickles through my fingers and onto my jeans. The pain is almost a relief.
“Let me see.” Theo holds out his hand, but I jerk away.
“I said I’m fine.”
He ignores me. With gentle firmness, he takes hold of my wrist, uncurling my fingers to examine the wound. My body stills. I scarcely breathe. Every nerve ending, every particle of my being is aware of him, the pressure of his fingers on my wrist, his warm palm supporting the back of my hand.

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Jamie lives in a tranquil spot close to the River Thames in Berkshire, England, and has always been just a little out of place—the only redhead in a family of brunettes; an introvert far more at ease with dogs than with people; a connoisseur of simple pleasures in a society intent on the quest for wealth and fame. Despite an outward cynicism, Jamie is a romantic at heart, and, when not immersed in a book, can mostly be found writing emotional stories where young men from all walks of life are thrust headlong into the breathless, euphoric, often painful whirlwind called love.
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Wednesday, September 28, 2016

A Highlander In Vegas by Jennae Vale Spotlight Blitz

A Highlander In Vegas
by Jennae Vale

Braeden MacDonald believes he’s died and gone to a place his very wise Grannie called ‘the meadows.’ In fact, he’s actually been transported through time to present day Las Vegas, Nevada and the Grand Opening of The Albannach Hotel, where the strange sights and sounds have him wondering - has he arrived in heaven… or hell?
Tessa McTavish doesn’t believe she needs a bodyguard following her around day and night, but her father has insisted and abiding by his wishes she finds herself both intrigued and irritated by the tall, dark and handsome Scotsman her father has hired to do the job.
Dueling Las Vegas sorcerers, a charmed pocket watch and magick spells will either destroy the Albannach and the McTavish name, or save it, but only time and Braeden MacDonald will tell.

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Was he in heaven… or hell? The uncomfortable heat and noise had him believing it was the latter, but a moment later he was shoved through a rotating door into the very cool interior of the castle. Were there castles in heaven? He stood wide-eyed and unsure of where to go, something that was foreign to him. Braeden had always been very sure of himself, but the wonder of all he saw stripped him of his confidence. He was happy to be away from the oppressive heat, but the crowds and noise still surrounded him, making it difficult to think.
“You must be here for the security job.” A soft, feminine voice startled him back to reality. A beautiful lass with flaxen hair stood before him. “I like your attention to detail,” she said as she waved a hand in front of him. He was sure he couldn’t help the dumbfounded expression on his face. “Nice costume, but if you plan on working here, you’ll need the McTavish plaid. Follow me.” She began to walk away and Braeden felt compelled to follow.
“Am I in heaven?” he asked, gaping at every extraordinary thing they passed. The lass gave him an appraising look back over her shoulder, before answering.
“Funny. For some people it’s heaven and for others it’s definitely hell.”
So heaven and hell were in the same place. He would never have guessed it. “Are ye an angel?”
“If you’re trying to score points with me, flattery will get you nowhere.” The lass seemed to be getting irritated with him, but why? And what exactly did she mean ‘scoring points.’
“I’m sorry, lass. ’Tis only that I’m new here and I’m unfamiliar with yer customs. If this is heaven, then it would make sense that ye be an angel.” He tipped his head, furrowing his brow in question.
“Right. Have you just arrived from Scotland?” She continued walking and Braeden had to admit he enjoyed the way she moved in her unusual clothing and shoes. Her long blonde locks cascaded halfway down her back. She turned to look at him and he was taken aback by her beautiful sapphire eyes.
“Aye. I have. Are there those who are here from other places?” He glanced quickly around at the others moving about the castle.
The lass sighed. “Of course. There are people here from all over the world.” She nodded and smiled at people as they passed. She must be a woman of some importance here, as the others seemed to show her much deference and appeared eager for her to notice them.
“I see.” He didn’t really see, but he could tell she was losing patience with him.“ Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you to see my father. He’ll want to meet you.” Her father? If they were in heaven, then that would mean… “Would that be our heavenly father?”
Tessa snickered at his question. “Some people around here might think that, but he doesn’t like being thought of that way. He wants to be considered another employee like the rest of us.”
“Employee?” So many confusing words entering his already addled brain.
“I know. It’s kind of crazy. He is the boss after all and he owns this place, but he knows what it’s like to work at every single job in the casino and he empathizes with those who work here. They love him for it. You’ll see.”
Braeden’s head was spinning. He really had no idea what was going on, but he assumed this boss would tell him.
They came to a wall of doors and the lass stopped and nodded to others who were waiting. “I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Tessa McTavish.” She held out her hand to him, and he looked at it and then into her lovely face. She smiled reassuringly and he took her hand, bringing it to his lips.
“I be Braeden MacDonald. I’m pleased to make yer acquaintance.”

About The Author
Jennae Vale is an author of romance with a touch of magic. Her Scottish Medieval time travel series The Thistle & Hive, Books One through Four, is available in print and ebook versions from Amazon. The first book in her new series, The Mackalls of Dunnet Head has been released, with more to come throughout 2016.
Jennae started life in Massachusetts as part of a large extended Irish and Italian family of imaginative story tellers, but now lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband, her dog, two cats and four chickens. Storytelling is her passion, but Jennae also loves to quilt, cook, read and indulge in her crafting obsession when she’s not writing.

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Careful What You Ask For by Candace Blevins- Blog Tour

Paranormal Romance
Date Published: September 23, 2016

Publisher: eXcessica Publishing

When a wolf mates with a human, the child is nearly always a wolf. Briana was raised as a werewolf, but then puberty hit and she never changed. She’s persuaded a few wolves to bite her, but it never took. At nineteen, she’s going to give it a final try. This time, she’ll ask someone who was bitten instead of being born to it, to see if it makes a difference.
She grew up welcome in the Pack until she was branded a human. Her developing teenage psyche was wounded by their rejection, and she holds nothing but ill will for the Pack and all it stands for. However, it’s fine for a human to glare at the Alpha and tell him he isn’t the boss of her. Trying it as a wolf is another story. She’s determined to make a go of it as a lone wolf, but Randall — the local Alpha — has other ideas, despite the fact she’s property of his brother’s motorcycle club.
Briana was raised to be a werewolf and she finally feels whole, but the transition is different for everyone. She understands supernatural politics, but she’s going to have to maneuver through the highest levels of them as a brand new wolf still struggling for control.

Maggie had told me what she expected me to do before she’d changed into her wolf, so now I lay on the forest floor, buck-naked and spread eagle.
I’ve been bitten before so I knew the pain I was about to feel, and it took every ounce of my resolve to remain in place as the medium sized wolf sniffed me all over. My legs wanted to kick and then jump up and run, my hands wanted to protect my face from her, and my heart felt as if it were trying to escape my chest — but I held my breath and forced myself to stay frozen.
If this didn’t work I wasn’t sure I’d try again, but I had to give it one final attempt. I’d been raised knowing I was a wolf. I’d always felt her inside me, but then she never showed herself and I was labeled a human when I’d had my period for a year and hadn’t changed.
But my self-identity never changed. I’m a human who identifies as a wolf, but if this didn’t work — I’d have to find a way to accept my humanity.
I gasped when she bit my left thigh, held my breath while she mangled my right thigh, and couldn’t hold in my screams when her teeth tore into the skin and muscle of my left shoulder.
I’d told her where to bite me, but I hadn’t told her she could just go straight in and out without ripping. The wolf’s natural instincts are to tear as they bite, and fuck it hurt. If this didn’t turn me I was going to be scarred something awful.
She must have realized how bad she’d hurt me, because she was a little more gentle with my right shoulder, but it still hurt like hell.
Finally, Maggie’s wolf backed up a half-dozen steps and went to the ground, her eyes on me so intense it was unnerving, but I already smelled of pain and blood and I wasn’t sure how much control she had, so I tried my hardest not to be afraid.
Everything’s hazy past that point. I remember hurting, remember thrashing in the dirt, but it was days later before I have any memory of being fully in my human brain again.
Most people think Dozer’s all muscle and no brain, but as I’ve spent time with him, I’ve realized he just doesn’t have much to say. Granted, he isn’t a genius like Brain, and he’ll never be a leader, but he’s far from stupid.
I wasn’t surprised when he closed the door to the room and pulled a short pencil and small notepad from his back pocket, and wrote, “What aren’t you telling us?”
I took the pencil and wrote,
Maggie’s so submissive I have to order her to help me control my wolf.
When he’d read it, I told him, “It’s fucked up.”
“Maybe,” he said as he tossed the pencil and notepad onto a small table, “but it might also be why you’ve gained control right out of the gate. Take your dress off and blow me.”
Taking my dress off was no problem, but my wolf refused to kneel.
“Fuck. She’s fighting me.”
“Of course she is. She’s been in control without anyone over her. You know what I have to do, right?”
I nodded as he removed his belt, grabbed me around the waist, and tossed me onto the bed within a matter of seconds. He held my arms to the small of my back as his belt struck me from the bottom of my thighs to the top of my ass, and I screamed and begged him to stop but he didn’t relent.
I’m not sure when or how he dropped his jeans, so when he stopped whipping me and jammed his dick in my pussy, I screamed again but still couldn’t get away or do anything to stop him. He went in and held, and practically growled, “Tell me you submit.”
My wolf didn’t want to, but I managed to say, “I submit, Dozer,” above her attempts at refusal.
“You know as well as I do, you both have to submit.”
“Well she’s refusing, so maybe you can take it out of her ass instead of mine?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, we can do that.”
The next thing I knew he’d thrown me over his shoulder and was carrying me outside. He tossed me on the ground and pulled his shirt off as he went to all fours and changed.
For the first time ever, my wolf decided she didn’t want to come out right now, but I dropped to the ground and forced the bitch out. My ass and thighs were on fire and it was her damned fault.
I was still a little hazy on remembering everything that happened when I was the wolf. I remembered the big stuff, but not the details. I know she bowed up and challenged him, and promptly found herself on her back with his teeth around her neck. I also remember him fucking us. Or her. Sometimes pronouns are really confusing when referring to myself now that I’m both wolf and human.
Men like to think they’re all different, but most of the MC is pretty predictable when it comes to blow jobs — a few minutes of tongue and lips combined with varying degrees of suction, and then they lose control and pound my throat. Dozer only went into my throat maybe a half-dozen times before he lifted me and sat me on his cock, and we both groaned as he filled and stretched me.
He’s so tall, I had to tilt my head back and look up for him to kiss me, but I gladly did so because Dozer kisses even better than Dawg, though I wouldn’t have believed it until I experienced it. For someone so big and scary, Dozer can be a sweetheart in bed. After the whipping he’d given me it may not seem like it, but that’d been about our wolves. We had our animals set straight now, so it was just the two of us and I got lost in his kiss.
Just as I was close to coming, he pulled me off his cock, put me back on my knees, and had me blow him until I’d pulled back from my orgasm. Next, he had me on all fours as he fucked me from behind, his mouth at the back and sides of my neck as he moved inside me slow enough I couldn’t come close to an orgasm again, but fast enough I desperately wanted to get there.
Finally, he put me on my back and ordered me to keep my eyes open as he gave me what I needed — a big fat cock pounding me to a helluva release. “Look at me when you come, Britches. Don’t lose eye contact. It won’t be terrible if you shift, but if you can stay human I’ll personally walk you through the rabbit test.”
I don’t just like sex — I love it. I hang out in the clubhouse when I’m in the mood, and I stay away when I’m not. I never know who’ll want me — or how they’ll want me — but even Gonzo at his gruffest is incredible in the sack. I love it when the bikers take over and I have no control, and it’s quite possible I’m addicted to whatever drugs are released in the body during orgasm.
However, until I’d basically become the property of the MC, I don’t believe I’d quite understood how much of an out-of-body experience some orgasms are. I still feel my body and the wonderful things happening, but with so much sensory input my mind can’t take everything in, and it’s like I’m outside my body watching what’s happening to it. It doesn’t happen every time, but by taking me to the edge repeatedly, Dozer had made sure this orgasm rocked my socks off, and as I came back to reality I realized I wasn’t completely human anymore.
Somehow, I managed to reverse the small changes I’d already gone through and come back to human, and Dozer smiled, flopped on the ground, and pulled me on top of him. He was much softer than the bare earth, and I snuggled into his embrace.
“Excellent, Britches.” He looked around, sniffed in all directions, and nodded his head towards my left. “We need to head that way, but I have no idea how far out we are.” He looked at me a few seconds. “Two changes with no food was asking a helluva lot of a new wolf. I hope you aren’t a tenderfoot.”
I grimaced and he laughed. “You can ride my back, then.”

About the Author
Candace Blevins lives with her husband of 18 years and their two daughters. When not working or driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming.
Candace writes Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary BDSM Romance, and a kick-ass Motorcycle Club series.
Her urban fantasy series, Only Human, gives us a world where weredragons, werewolves, werelions, three different species of vampires, as well as a variety of other mythological beings exist.
Candace's two paranormal romance series, The Chattanooga Supernaturals and The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, are both sister series to the Only Human series, and give some secondary characters their happily ever after.
Her Safeword Series gives us characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show characters who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work. Each book in the Safeword series highlights a couple with a different take on the lifestyle.
You can visit Candace on the web at Website and feel free to friend her on  Facebook and Goodreads. You can also join Facebook Group Page to get sneak peeks into what she's writing now, images that inspire her, and the occasional juicy blurb.
Stay up to date on Candace’s newest releases, and get exclusive excerpts by joining her mailing list!

Only Human series (Urban Fantasy)
Only Human
An Unhuman Journey
Unhuman Acts (late 2016)

Chattanooga Supernaturals (Paranormal Romance)
The Dragon King
Riding the Storm
Acceptable Risk
Careful What You Ask For
Hallowed Destiny

Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club (link)
Bash Volume I
Bash Volume II

Bash Volume III
Ghost (October 2016)

Dark erotica shorts from the world of The Chattanooga Supernaturals
Indentured Freedom: Owned by the Vampire

Safeword series (Contemporary BDSM Romance)
Safeword: Rainbow
Safeword: Matte
Safeword: Davenport
Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon
Safeword: Quinacridone
Safeword: Matte – In Training
No Safeword: Matte – The Honeymoon
No Safeword: Matte – Happily Ever After
Safeword: Arabesque
Safeword: Mayday (TBA)

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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

The Release of DAYS OF YOU AND ME by Tawdra Kandle

The final book in the Keeping Score Trilogy
is available now.
Once upon a time, not that long ago, I had just about everything I ever wanted. I was a star football player at one of the best colleges in the country, and I had the girl I’d always loved by my side. The promise of a future most guys can only dream about was close enough to touch. But if there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that life is unpredictable. One twist can change it all, and suddenly, I’m alone. Even football, the one constant in all the insanity, somehow isn’t enough anymore, because without her, everything else is empty. Meaningless. I’ve got one shot left. One more chance to win her heart. We’re not kids now, and I know that being good enough for Quinn isn’t some game I can fake my way through. She’s more than the prize; she’s my reason for living. The world only makes sense when we’re together. And this time, I’m going to do whatever it takes to give us our happy ending.

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The Persecution of the Wolves by Lucy Felthouse- Release Blitz

Out Now

The Persecution of the Wolves 
by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) 
#PNR #thriller #shifter

Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam, Derbyshire all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and have their reasons for keeping quiet. But this secrecy comes at a cost—the brothers can’t risk romantic entanglements.
Then, at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be a large animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts about who—or what—could have done it.
As the brothers fight to clear their names, things are complicated by unexpected opportunities to indulge their lust. Isaac is intrigued by a handsome newcomer to the village, and a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.
Can the men prove their innocence, or is their centuries-old secret about to be revealed to the outside world, bringing their carefully-crafted existence crashing down around their ears?

PLEASE NOTE: This book was previously published as Pack of Lies—the content has not changed. The novel also contains both M/F and M/M scenes.

As Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front door to their house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical. No rest for the wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”
Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his brother advised. Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone and snatched it off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other end of the line would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made the effort to inject some politeness into his tone.
“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told him time and time again that the last part about the residence was old-fashioned, that people didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem to shake it.
“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village vicar’s voice, even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained, almost panicked. “You boys just get back?”
“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”
“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been found up on the moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”
An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under Matthew’s skin and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had nothing to gain by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it was us?”
The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of genuine surprise. “Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and I was wondering if you’d come up there with me and take a look? You and Isaac are probably more qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did this.”
“Isaac has to work, he just went to get ready. But yes, I’ll come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then I’ll be straight over. Are you at the rectory?”
“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Matthew. Bye.”
Matthew hung up the phone with another sigh. The horrible feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut seemed as if it was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s news was surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell trouble, or at the very least, inconvenience for him and his brother.
Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jangling nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s bedroom. The door was closed. He knocked. “You decent?”
“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”
Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at his brother. He was half-dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery, where he was a general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was Richard on the phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s asked me to go with him to check it out.”
Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his shirtsleeve. “He doesn’t think—”
Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite adamant about that. He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did it. I explained that you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across there now and go up with him.”
“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be late.”
Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need, brother. Relax. Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know what—if anything—I find out.”
Opening his mouth, then closing it again, Isaac seemed to have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He continued to dress. “All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what happens. Send me a text or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a gap in between patients.”
Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated mobile phones, actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most about modern-day life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as many problems for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as best he could. Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and phones, so he tutored Matthew.
“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my phone first then, eh?”
Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he left the room and headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the device the previous night before he and Isaac had headed for the caves. Immediately spotting the mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling him was akin to a brick—he grabbed it, stuffed it into his pocket, and made his way downstairs.
Retrieving his keys from the hook by the front door, he called up to his brother. “I’m going now, Isaac. I’ll see you after my shift at the pub. I’m working until closing time.”
“Okay. Don’t forget to keep me posted!”
“I won’t.” As if he could forget. The dead sheep was going to be a big thing, he just knew it. The vicar might not think he and his brother had anything to do with it, but some of the other villagers might. When there was no proof either way, just his and Isaac’s word, it was understandable, really. Since he and his brother changed into wolves every full moon, it was a natural conclusion to draw. Particularly since normal wolves had been extinct in England for over five hundred years.

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Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at Website, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: Newletter