Book three of the Wolves of Shade County series, Attraction, is now out. Click the cover to be taken to the page. I've also included an excerpt for your perusal. :o)
| Jerry “Fitz” Fitzpatrick has a reputation for being
the kind of shifter you don’t mess around with, so he’s the obvious
choice to deal with a spate of seemingly random shifter attacks. When he
spots Mica Heath one night, though, all other thoughts leave his mind.
There’s something about the man. Something different that Jerry can’t
quite put his finger on…|
Mica Heath is new in town and looking for fun. His hometown had very few gay guys, and none of them could keep up with him. He wants a challenge, and finds it in Jerry. Not only does the man take the lead in the bedroom, but he also has more than enough stamina to tire Mica out.
But what will happen when Jerry figures out what makes Mica so damn irresistible? And how will Mica react when he finds out that there’s something more to his boyfriend than just good looks and personality?
Jerry settled onto a stool and nodded to the bartender. The woman came over to take his order, handed him a beer, then disappeared back down to the other end of the bar. He didn’t blame her. As big as he was, and as dour as he no doubt looked right then, he’d probably have done the same.
He flipped the cap from his bottle with a thumb, and took a long, slow drink. The alcohol would have almost no effect on him, but the cold and the taste were all he was interested in anyway.
The chat with Bobby after Conway had left had been brief, but had garnered a few hints as to the identity of the attackers. As well as the accent clue, Bobby thought he might have heard a name as they were running away. Sharon. It wasn’t much to go on, but it was a start.
The more interesting clue was the most vague. Bobby, his voice low because he didn’t want to mention it out loud, mentioned that he got a feeling from two of the men. Their scents were covered by perfume, he’d said, but there was a sense of something “different” about them. That generally meant shifters, demonic blood, or some ability with magic, and since a shifter could instinctively identify another, that left only two possibilities. It at least narrowed the field a little.
As he turned back to his beer, a shiver went up his spine, bringing his attention to the doorway to his right. There was nobody there. He frowned and turned away again, only to catch someone’s entrance in the corner of his eye. It was Mica, the guy from the previous night, as well as the park that morning.
If Mica had spotted him, he didn’t show it. Instead he walked past to the far end of the bar, where the bartender was polishing a glass.
“What can I get you, cutie?” she asked, a smile on her face.
“Whatever beer you have will be fine.” The man sat. “I need something to take away the taste of three hours in an art gallery.”
The bartender chuckled and fetched him a bottle, then headed off to another patron, a swing in her hips that hadn’t been present earlier. Suddenly Jerry’s own feelings toward the man didn’t seem so rushed. It appeared Mica had quite the effect on all kinds of people.
Alone, Mica’s smile shifted to a neutral expression, and he sipped his beer while he took in the bar.
There wasn’t much to take in. Jerry had been going to the bar for years, and had never seen it more than half-full, and at that time it wasn’t even near that. Other than them, there were seven other patrons. All were male, and it was clear that none of them interested Mica.
The same couldn’t be said for the others, though. More than a couple of them had cast glances Mica’s way, and it wouldn’t be long before at least one of them approached. Jerry wasn’t a jealous man, and certainly not when he’d not said so much as a single word to the object of his desire, so he sat back and watched with interest.
Sure enough, after a couple of minutes a blond man Jerry knew to be a bit of a hit with the guys strolled over to Mica.
“Hey,” the man said. “You new here?”
Mica nodded, not paying much attention to his admirer. “Came in last night.”
“Well, if you want to see the sights, let me know.” Blondie thrust out a hand. “I’m—”
“Not interested. Thanks.”
Blondie’s expression shifted at the interruption to one of mild anger, but as Mica smiled so did Blondie, his irritation instantly dissolving. “Hey, no worries. Have a nice evening.”
Jerry smiled, too, then spun back to face the bar as he realized. He hadn’t meant to smile. If anything he’d found Mica’s control over Blondie to be a little disconcerting. As soon as he’d seen Mica smile, though, he couldn’t help himself.
There was clearly something different about the man. Strangely, though—especially given the spate of attacks—It didn’t worry Jerry. It just made him want to get to know the guy a little better.
Jerry jumped a little at the voice, which was closer than expected. He turned to find Mica sitting down on the stool beside him.
“I’m Mica,” he said. “I figure a good way to avoid the attention of the local populace would be to attach myself to a big guy like you.”
Oh, you can attach yourself to me, all right. Right on the end of my—
“Jerry.” He held out his hand and smiled. “I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before. And that’s not a pickup line.”
“The park, this morning. You were running, and I was at the fountain with a friend.”
“Ah.” He nodded. “That’ll be it.”
“And the night before.” Mica raised an eyebrow. “We passed each other.” He leant closer. “Honestly, I had a hard time getting you out of my head.”
Jerry felt a little knot of worry disappear. So he’d had the same reaction. That meant Jerry wasn’t a creep. He was a little surprised by how upfront Mica was, though. He’d seemed more…subdued, judging from what Jerry had overheard in the park.
“So, you’re new in town or you don’t go out much,” he said. “I know most of the locals.”
“In a city this big?”
Jerry shrugged. “Been around a long time, and worked the door on more than a few clubs.”
“I see.” Mica shifted on his stool, his knee grazing against Jerry’s. “I’m new. Came in last night, in fact. Maybe you could show me the sights.”
“I’m sure your friend has that covered.”
He smiled. “Those weren’t the kind of sights I was thinking of.”
“Oh?” Jerry could feel the lust coming from the man. “And what sights were you thinking of?”
Mica slipped a hand from the bar and onto Jerry’s thigh. “Well for a start I was thinking of getting a look at your cock.”