The Hunt Begins Out Now!

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Little Monsters Book 1

Sometimes the best things come in little packages.

A Well-Heeled Jack. Big Foot. Unicorn. Abominable Snowman. Brownie. All things that are not really true. Things that are made up by mad men or those who have spent way too much time in the woods alone. Right…or maybe not.
Meet Bronson, one of the last known Well-Heeled Jacks in existence. He’s been living in relative peace for the past few decades with a Unicorn and twins, one a Big Foot, the other an Abominable. Sure, their digs may not be the best, an abandoned Insane Asylum, but one has to see the irony in it. Then, one day, a certain Brownie sneaks himself into their lives. One named Nixon. Bronson immediately feels himself drawn to the other man.
Nixon has spent his life on the run, but not with Bronson. He feels safe and cared for. What’s more, Nixon feels a special connection to the other man. But, before they have time to react to their connection dark forces attack them. Will the pair live to see another day? If they do, will their desires lead to something more?


Bronson went to his office. He needed to talk to his connections to see if there were any signs of paranormal activity anywhere. If it was near Bronson, it would be up to him and his team to go and investigate it, then eliminate it if need be.

As soon as he reached the threshold of the door, Bronson knew something was amiss. Usually, his office was a mess. There were papers, empty soda cans, overflowing trash bins, and general chaos, in short he was a bit of a slob. What met him at the moment was a perfectly cleaned room. All the papers were neatly stacked, the bins were empty, and there was no garbage to be found.

Bronson walked inside and ran his finger over the top of his desk. Gone was the sticky residue of spilled soda. Now the desk was so clean that one could sit on it without the fear of being stuck for life.

He sniffed the air and detected a scent that he hadn’t smelled in centuries. Bronson gave a slight shake of his head. No, it couldn’t be. They’d gone extinct years ago. Yet there was no denying what he was smelling.

“You can come out. I know who you are, and I promise that you’ll be safe,” Bronson called.

Alec’s Moon Out Now!

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Wayne County Wolves Book 13

Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to look in the mirror and face who you truly are.

When Alec’s childhood pack is attacked, he is captured by slavers, then saved and taken in by Chris’s pack. While all the other survivors have no problem in adjusting to their new lives, Alec just can’t seem to let go of his previous life, so, Chris calls in physiatrists North and Michi for help.
From the moment Michi sees Alec, the Fox is immediately drawn to the Omega. The one problem is that Alec is Michi’s patient, so starting an intimate relationship is a huge no-no.
Will Michi be able to control his urges? Or will his desire for the Omega win out, making Michi risk everything?



Alec had always had a habit of getting himself into a pickle here and there. After all, the Omega had never been one to use his best judgment. For example, there had been the time when he had streaked through the dwelling. It had been at meal time, too, so the whole pack had gotten a gander of him along with his twig and berries. But his cousin, Shadow, had dared Alec to do it, and Alec never backed down from a dare, no matter how bad it was or how damning the consequences might be.

Then there was the pesky business of the five cars that he had totaled, even though none of the accidents were his fault…well, maybe they were a little bit his fault. But one had to make mistakes in life in order to grow—right? Besides, who in their right mind would give any twenty-four year old the keys to a Jag and not expect him to test the handling capabilities on such a work of art? The fact that he zigged when he should have zagged, making him flip the car three times until it landed upside down, was only partially his fault. They should have known better than to let him even touch the car, let alone drive it at over one hundred miles an hour down I-75. The only reason that Alec had survived was because of his enhanced shifter’s body and the fact that the pack’s medic happened to be in the car behind him.

However, this instance took the cake. At least this time, it really wasn’t his fault. He had nothing to do with the fact that those stupid, fucking, psycho, hostile Wolves attacked his pack. Any more than he had any control of the fact that Clint, Alec’s now-dead pack leader, had been a shitty Alpha. Clint had sucked so bad that he shouldn’t have been put in charge of a Boy Scout troop—no, make that a Daisy Scout troop, let alone a pack of Wolves.

Even though there had been warnings that hostile packs were in the area, the idiot was so shitty as an Alpha that Clint’s only attempt to amp up the security system to the dwelling was to post fake ADT Alarm signs around the grounds. No joke. Clint had even bought them off eBay. It was so stupid that it bordered on unbelievable. Alec wouldn’t have believed it either if he hadn’t seen it for himself. He would have thought that it was some bullshit story somebody had made up or some ridiculous plotline in a movie. But nope, it wasn’t—that was his Alpha.

The one time that Alec had spoken up and suggested that maybe it would be a better idea to actually install a real system, Clint had snorted and told him that it was a waste of money and time. That comment hadn’t surprised Alec any, given that Clint had an overinflated ego and thought he was the toughest Wolf in the area. This was all despite the fact that Clint had never bothered to train his Betas. Instead, Clint thought it was more fun to sit on his ass all day and play video games while sending his Betas out forTaco Bell runs. Alec would even go so far as to classify Clint as a stoner, were it not for the fact that marijuana had no effect at all on shifters.

So, it came as no surprise that Clint couldn’t have been less prepared for the violent attack. Not that Alec really had room to talk. He didn’t even have time to put his pants on all the way before the Wolves got into the building. Before Alec could utter a fuck no, he found himself trussed up like a baby calf, and then they had thrown Alec to one side of the common room with some of the other captives.

That still hadn’t stopped Alec from seeing the massacre that followed. The members of his pack who weren’t captured were slaughtered. Three of the attackers descended upon Clint before he even had a chance to shift into his Wolf. As Alec watched in terror, they ripped Clint apart like he was nothing more than the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz.

Alec had never been that close to Clint. The Alpha had made a point of only hanging out with his Betas and ignoring the Omegas of the pack. While Clint never really abused or mistreated his Omegas, he also never bothered to look in their direction, let alone take the time to learn their names. If it had not been for his parents and brother, Alec probably would have believed for years that his real name was Hey, you, Omega since that was the only way the rest of the pack addressed him.

Despite all that, Alec could feel his throat welling up as he watched his Alpha being treated so sadistically. Even with the sounds of the ongoing battle surrounding him, Alec could still make out the anguished cries from Clint. Then when the screaming ceased, Alec felt even worse. The damning silence announcing that Clint was dead and the Betas of the pack would soon follow.

Catnip and Hockey Sticks Out Now!

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The most painful thing of all is to have what you want the most to be within you grasp, yet you are forbidden to touch it.

When the council names Hansen the Alpha of his Stray pack of Cat shifters, at first he is reluctant. His father, the former Alpha, hadn’t exactly been a good example, so Hansen feels as if he doesn’t have a clue. But to his surprise, he finds that he is actually good at the job, and he soon has a thriving pack. One of Hansen’s steadfast rules is that he never favors one member of the pack over the other. They are all treated as equals, and that plan works out perfectly, until Hansen finds a homeless runt who needs a home. One who is sexy, alluring and draws Hansen in—Nevel.
Nevel didn’t even know he was a Cat shifter until he first transformed into his animal form. Kicked out of his home, he drifts around until Hansen takes him home and gives him sanctuary. Before long, Nevel finds himself in love with the Alpha, but no matter how hard Nevel, tries Hansen won’t give Nevel the time of day.
Will Hansen ever take Nevel as his mate? Or will Nevel be destined to live the rest of his days with a broken heart?


Damn it! The runt was missing yet again.

Hansen let out an aggravated sigh as he looked down at Nevel’s bed. While the same old zombie-themed bedding was there, there was no sign of the smartass, hotter than hell House Cat shifter. All that remained was a small dent in the pillow, messed up blankets, and the scent that Hansen had come to savor, the one that only Nevel carried. It was a sweet smell with just a small twist of muskiness, and every time Hansen inhaled it, he was filled with lust. Damned if it wasn’t going to be the death of Hansen, too. Because, the last thing he needed was to fall for a brat who had the penchant for not following rules and acting as if life was one big game and he was the starring player.

Not that Hansen could let anybody aware of his secret desire for Nevel. As leader of their small pack of Strays, Hansen always made a point of never showing favoritism. Call him crazy, but Hansen felt pretty sure that pinning down the smaller man, fucking him for hours, then claiming Nevel as his mate would be a very clear violation of that practice. Okay, maybe he wouldn’t go that far…yet. But, if he allowed the others to see all the sideways glances, the desire that lingered in his eyes, the way he was always overprotective of Nevel, Hansen knew that the cat would be out of the bag. So instead, Hansen did his best to hide his feelings…by avoiding them. If Nevel entered a room, Hansen would leave. Hansen took all his meals in his office. Whenever they all went out, Hansen made sure he was never in the same car as Nevel.  Hansen did just about anything so he didn’t have to spend any time around the runt. It was just too risky.

That still didn’t mean Hansen wasn’t going to leave ASAP to search for the runt. Hansen would do the same for any of his Strays—only he wouldn’t be full of terror that his heart pounded so hard it was a wonder the organ didn’t burst through his chest. Any more than he would be sweating so hard that he didn’t even have to worry about putting on his heavy down jacket to protect him against the cold Michigan weather.

Hansen tried to fool himself into thinking that his reaction was only due to the fact that Nevel was so much smaller than the rest of them. That it had nothing to do with his emotions, though. After all, if he ran into another Stray pack, Nevel wouldn’t stand a chance of getting away unscathed. In the end, Hansen came to the stark realization he was afraid because it was Nevel. Runt or not, Hansen cared deeply for the other man, and as such he couldn’t deny the strong urge to protect Nevel, to the point thatHansen would sacrifice himself if necessary in order to protect Nevel.

Spinning on his heels, Hansen rushed toward the front door. Unfortunately, he had to pass through the kitchen to get there. That would mean he would run into at least one of the others.  They were going to grill him like hell, too. After all, the phrase curiosity killed the cat didn’t come from nowhere. House Cats, shifter or not, could never keep their noses out of others’ business. Sometimes, Hansen felt like he was living with a house full of old ladies, instead of twenty-year olds.

Sure enough, Vince was at the stove. That wasn’t a big surprise. Even though the twenty-five year old shifter was as thin as a rail, he ate more than all of them combined. Vince turned around, his dark green eyes filled with confusion.

“Where are you going? Your shift at the bar doesn’t start for hours,” Vince asked, predictably.

“Since when has that been your business?” Hansen snapped harshly. He swore that he couldn’t even use the bathroom without the seven other members of his Stray pack knowing about it. Hell, they all probably gathered around the door and waited for him to get out. Hansen couldn’t be for certain, but he could have sworn that the Stray medic, Tyson, kept a record of Hansen’s bathroom habits. Tyson probably thought it was his duty as Hansen’s caregiver to do so. Hansen, on the other hand, found it annoying as hell.

Even so, as soon as the harsh words passed his lips, Hansen wanted to take them back. While Vince was as withdrawn as he used to be, he still was wary of others. Vince seemed to shrink back, his pale face stark against his dark hair.

A Holiday in Hell Out Now!


A Holiday in Hell

What are two guys going to do when they both hate the holidays? Run fast and don’t look back.
Fallon and Raven have been together for over a year now. The world has changed around them, and they fight daily to keep the world from ending. Now, it’s the holidays, and they are forced to share it with not only their flock but the Michigan flock as well. They’ll have to endure holiday dinner with the likes of Buzz while Sebastian and Wren try to get everyone to wear ugly holiday sweaters. What are two guys going to do when they both hate the holidays?
Authors’ Note: This holiday edition is out of timeline from future releases. Thank you.



“Move!” Fallon turned and shoved Raven into the open path. They fought their way through just as a Jeep came screeching up into the open Detroit street. Sebastian was driving with his mate, Wren, in the passenger seat. They barely slowed down as Fallon shoved Raven into the open back, then rushed to get in behind him while the Jeep kept moving. With one more burst of effort, Fallon jumped, grabbing onto Raven’s hand, his feet still dragging until he gained purchase and pulled himself into the vehicle.

The Jeep swerved as it sped down the street.

“You could have slowed down!” Fallon shouted at Sebastian, who he looked at as a brother.

Sebastian hiked his thumb over his shoulder. “And let them join the ride? I don’t think so. Move your ass next time, and you won’t be dragged for a city block.”

Fallon turned and watched out the back window as a few of the remaining Blood Demons stared at their vehicle. Their lifeless eyes always chilled Fallon. It had been a year since the world had turned upside down. Nothing would ever be the same. Sure, some areas still were uninhabited by Blood Demons, but for how long? Most of the major cities had been taken over. The good news was that Fallon’s death army along with the military was keeping them contained to the cities.

There was no more secrecy or hiding in the night. They fought in broad daylight now. The world really had changed in the last year, and everyone was having to adapt, even those who lived in areas not yet affected.

Raven sidled up next to him and began to check him out. “What are you doing?” Fallon asked in confusion.

“You’re hurt, dammit!” Raven poked at a sore spot on his cheekbone.

“Stop! Fuck, that hurts.” Fallon grabbed his lover’s hand and pulled it from his face. He turned the tables on Raven and began checking out his wounds. They had been cornered, and Raven had taken a few kicks and punches. Raven had a cut above his eyes, and his knuckles were bloody but appeared to be in one piece. Thank fuck.

“Fallon, stop it. This is so…unlike you. You’re scaring me more than the swarm of Blood Demons back there.” Raven pushed his hands out of the way.

“What?” Fallon glared at Raven.

“Knock it off and come here.” Raven pulled Fallon in for a deep kiss. Okay, so he wasn’t known for his nursing skills. He was more the kind to bulldoze his way into getting what he wanted, and he wanted Raven.

Now this was more like it. Fallon palmed the back of Raven’s head and took over the kiss. The wind blowing around them from the open windows as they kissed grew in strength. Their tongues dueled, and Fallon’s hand began smoothing down Raven’s damp body. Damn, his man had fought hard.

There was a slight cough from the front seat, and Fallon used his other hand to flip off Wren. Laughter came as a response as Raven straddled him.

“Guys, guys, we’re about to hit the blockade. I’m sure the death army wouldn’t want to see you two fucking in the backseat.” Sebastian yelled.

Fallon was pretty sure they wouldn’t care. As their leader, he did what he wanted, especially when it came to his mate. Hell, they were happy to see him mated to someone.

The Jeep slowed, and with reluctance, Fallon pulled away from the kiss. Raven ground their cloth-covered cocks together one more time before he went to slide off.

Fallon grabbed onto his ass. “Stay here.”

Passion Under Fire (An Unconventional Chicago book) out now!

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This story has been previously released as part of the An Unconventional Chicago anthology by Totally Bound Publishing.

Can their love overcome the danger coming their way, or are they doomed to die?

Georgio is the third son in a powerful mob family, but he has never agreed with their violent or illegal ways, so he joins the resistance in an attempt to right the wrongs that his family has done. But, by doing so, he puts himself at great risk of getting caught. And if he is, his older brothers would have no problem ordering him executed, their sibling or not.

Tito is a runner for the family. While he hates the gang, he has a sick brother at home to take care of, so he has to take the job because it pays so well. The last thing Tito expects is to form an attachment to Georgio.

While Georgio tries to deny his feelings for Tito, he finds himself drawn to him as well. But, if they were to be caught together, they could be killed on the spot. Will their love be able to survive so many obstacles? Or can they find a way to happiness?


Smack! The sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberated through the large office. Georgio barely held back a wince as he watched one of his good friends and closest allies, Dirk, take another blow from one of his brothers’ enforcers. They had him on his knees right in front of Georgio’s brothers’ desks. They were both watching the show with cold smiles on their faces, their dark eyes intense as if they didn’t want to miss a moment of the action.

As it was, Dirk was already bleeding from his now crooked nose, he had a split lip and his eyes were beginning to swell. It wouldn’t take long before they expanded so much that Dirk wouldn’t be able to see at all.

Thud! This time the blow hit Dirk on the jaw and sent him reeling to the side. Were it not for the two men holding him up, Dirk would surely have fallen to the floor. Georgio gritted his teeth together as rage boiled through him. At the same time, he held tight onto the arms of his chair. If his brothers really knew how close he and Dirk were, then things could get even worse.

The funny thing was, while Dirk and Georgio were both gay, they were far from being a couple. Sure, they had fooled around a few times. Every encounter had been awkward and unfulfilling for the both of them. So in the end they had decided that they made much better friends than lovers. Still, if Georgio’s brothers were to catch wind of just how tight he and Dirk were, Georgio knew it would send them into a rage. They already suspected that Georgio was gay—this would be the fuel they needed to add to their great big gay fire. They were just looking for a way to confirm that Georgio was indeed gay. Then they would have a legitimate reason to off Georgio without pissing off the rest of the family members.

Whack! Yet another blow, this one hitting the side of Dirk’s jaw. His blue eyes rolled into the back of his head, but he somehow managed to stay conscious. More blood began to run, mixing in with his blond hair.

What was Dirk’s sin? The fucking irony of it all was that Dirk hadn’t done a damn thing. It had been Dirk’s youngest sister who had committed the transgression, and boy, was it a doozy. She had done something so dangerous that it had earned her a kill-on-sight order. She had joined the rebellion group that was determined to overthrow the gangs that ruled Chicago. But she was buried so far underground that the leaders of their gang, Georgio’s older twin brothers, couldn’t find her. They had decided to take out their frustration on the poor enforcer.

Georgio had to give big kudos to his friend—Dirk was taking the beating like a man. While he let out an occasional grunt, he never cried out. He never begged for mercy either. But that was Dirk, he was as stubborn as a mule and he would never give Michael or Luciano that satisfaction. He hated Georgio’s brothers just as much as Georgio did. The only reason he worked for the twins was because it had kept his family safe…until now. That had all changed. Dirk would still be forced to work for the twins because Georgio knew that they would want to keep close tabs on him. Meanwhile, the rest of his family would be in trouble as well. Any one of them could disappear, and there was nothing that Georgio or Dirk could do about it. Damn it, life really sucked sometimes. The ironic thing was that Georgio didn’t blame Dirk’s sister. He just wished that he had the courage to do the same thing. He would love nothing more than to bring down his brothers and put an end to their tyranny.