WIP - Untitled scifi m-m

Darial Alloway knew something was strange about his life. For one, except for the people he knew, he never saw others; no one came to the small compound where he’d lived his whole life. For another was the security. Were they in danger? Or were they a danger to others?

Darial would never hurt another, though he had to admit, his twin Diathi was a different story. Diathi had a temper. A bad one. Anything would set him off and he was ushered to his room and secured there until he calmed down. At least when Darial wasn’t around. If he was there, he was able to calm his brother within seconds. He was the only one who could.

It wasn’t until he was older that he started questioning things. Like, why did he and Diathi look nothing like the woman who claimed to be their mother? And why did they not know their father? Had he abandoned them? Was Diathi too much for the man to handle?

And, most important, at least to Darial, was how to find answers to the questions that filled his mind. If he asked, he was told he didn’t need to know such things. He’d scored the library for answers, only to come up empty. He’d tried to get his hands on one of the many computers, but most had passwords he didn’t know. His own class computer was useless.

Things changed the day his home was invaded by strangers. In all the chaos, he and Diathi were forgotten. Once the dust settled, they found nothing left. Equipment smashed, rooms abandoned, silence reigning. Darial didn’t know what to do, and Diathi seemed to be in shock, his brother unresponsive.

Darial’s only solution was to leave the only home they’d ever known. How they were going to survive was a mystery.

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Sayer Morgenson was pleased he’d finally been able to buy the large plot of land he’d been living on for the last five years. That he was lonely didn’t matter. He was free from the conglomerate that he’d discovered was experimenting on humans. He wanted no part of that, despite not being human himself. It was atrocious what the scientists of his species were doing, and he couldn’t even report them since they were backed by the government. How sick was that?

His quiet, secluded life was shattered the day two young men stumbled upon his cabin. They were emaciated, hurt and scared. Sayer couldn’t possibly turn them away. And thanks to his alien abilities, he knew they were not as they seemed.

It wasn’t until weeks later, after Darial had healed that he discovered what they were. Experiments. Once human, but not anymore. And they seemed to be oblivious to that fact. Sayer struggled with the conundrum he found himself in. Should he tell them what he believed? Or help them and then let them move on?

Especially since he was quite attracted to Darial. Not that Diathi would allow anything to develop between them. He’d never seen such a volatile person, and highly protective of his brother. Stood to reason since their minds were interchangeable, even if their personalities had been split unbalanced.

The choice was taken from him when he learned the attraction was mutual. Darial didn’t want to leave, and Diathi stayed wherever his brother was. But how was he to develop a relationship with Darial, who was soft, kind, loving and affectionate, when it was Diathi that carried the passion, strength, loyalty and determination?  

And how would they react when they learned that Sayer was not only not human, but the same species that had changed them?

WIP - Untitled shifter3

Brigham Daniels couldn’t believe he’d gotten away from the sadistic bastard calling himself the Exterminator. A psychopath that had captured Brigham three long years ago and forced him to hunt down his own kind so the mad man could slaughter them. Men, women, cubs. Didn’t matter.

And despite the overwhelming guilt and self-loathing, he didn’t have a choice. Not with Marrick de Burgh, the Exterminator’s real name holding his little sister’s life over his head. Well, now Laria was gone, unable to take anymore of Marrick’s brutal advances.

Brigham had a new problem now. Where would he go? No pack would welcome him. He would either have to integrate himself in with humans, or reinvent himself in the supernatural community. He wasn’t looking forward to either. Free he might be, for now, but Marrick wouldn’t rest until he found him again, and Brigham didn’t want to endanger anyone else.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Three dead men and his bloodhound was loose. That was unacceptable. Marrick was already angry over Laria taking her own life, but he’d be damned if he would lose his hound. Nothing would stop him from finding the runaway wolf. And when he did find him, that mongrel was going to wish for death.

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Kanon Farrance didn’t like the rumors he’d been hearing lately about a lone wolf close to his borders. Rogues were dangerous and Kanon’s pack had just merged with another and things were not settled yet. The Council was interfering, the former Alpha of the other pack was causing trouble, and his own pack was pressuring him to find a mate. This was so not the time to have a rogue sniffing around.

When three of his enforcers caught the man and brought him before Kanon, he was surprised to find his mate. However, something was wrong, because the man—Brigham—did nothing but beg to be let go. He would never say why he had to leave, and didn’t he feel the mating pull? Well, Kanon wasn’t letting the man go until he had answers. Answers that took a back seat when Kanon’s pack was attacked by a band of humans. 

WIP - Untitled Soulmate

Kyson never thought he’d end up in a compound for the soulless. He knew he had a soul-mate, had felt the emotions on and off during his life. But no one believed him when he turned twenty, and his soul-mate couldn’t be found.

It was the law that every human must bond with their soul-mate by the age of twenty, and Kyson had failed. But he couldn’t find his soul-mate locked up in the compound. And if he escaped, he would be a fugitive, a hunted man.

What he stumbled into when he was free was a nightmare, or so he thought. Whole communities of soulless, living without the bond and apparently happy. How could that be? It was a known fact that a human needed their soul-mate to be happy, to be fulfilled, to be complete—wasn’t it?

What was even more astonishing was finding his soul-mate among the many lawless. He was thrilled, until he realized Zechariah was in no way interested in bonding with him. Without Zech, Kyson would be forever a criminal, living below the law. How was he to survive like that? And how come Zech didn’t realize his refusal to bond was slowly killing Kyson?

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Zechariah grew up with parents and entire community that didn’t believe in the religious zealot’s doctrine that every human needed a soul-mate to live. His father remembered the days before the law, when humans were allowed to be free and not relegated to compounds if their soul-mate wasn’t found by twenty.

When Kyson showed up, Zech was confused at the pull in his mind, and the overwhelming emotions he could feel from the other man. He hid his discovery, afraid his father would drive Kyson away.

When Kyson called them soul-mates, Zech refused to believe him, refused to bond. He didn’t want to be tied to another, it wasn’t right. He didn’t care that if he bonded with Kyson, they would be free to live anywhere instead of hidden away, dredging an existence where life was dangerous and unpredictable.

He didn’t have a choice when their refuge was raided, but despite completing the bond, they were still ripped apart. That was when Zech learned just how important having a soul-mate was, and how far he was willing to go to have Kyson back. 

WIP - The Dealer of Love

Jones Amore has been around for centuries, doling out love to the hapless humans that can’t seem to find their soul mates on their own. But every time he completes a match, he grows weaker. Now in the 21^st century, he’s beyond exhausted, and wonders if he will ever be granted a love of his own. He knows, if he finds a man to love him, the power that’s waning within him will be recharged.

But the fates are not kind to a minor deity as himself. To them, he has a job, and his own emotions are not important. But Jones, known to the humans as Cupid, won’t be able to continue to spread love when it’s being stripped from him by his own loneliness.

Then, much to his surprise, he’s granted the gift of finding his own soul mate, with one stipulation—no using his powers. But as hard as it is to match up humans, he’s finding it even harder, if not impossible to find the love of his life. And, knowing he’s immortal just makes it that much more of a challenge.

Then he meets Calloway, a man who is only half human, yet doesn’t seem to know that. Calloway’s angel half manifests itself in the kind deeds that Calloway does without thought. Jones wants him, but Calloway already has a lover. How can Jones claim the man, and hope that Calloway falls in love with him, if he can’t use his powers?

And he’s running out of time, growing weaker as the weeks go by. If he can’t convince Calloway that he’s the man for him, he will eventually cease to exist, and love will be lost to humanity.

WIP - Club of Love (Book 4 of Service Men series)

MacKenzie Forbes knew he was out of control. Clubbing every night, spending money left and right, ignoring his family and popping up on the celebrity rags every other day. He was bored, and lonely. And partying at least gave him a sense of belonging, even if all those around him were there for what he could buy for them.

His favorite club, Tone 12, was the hot spot for the rich and famous, white collar bad boys and the many celebutante women. MacKenzie fit right in, never going home alone and dragging both women and men to his bed to sleep with.

It was one night, after partying just a little too much, that he got up close and personal with Levin James, one of the bouncers. But instead of kicking him out, Levin took him to his apartment to sleep off the alcohol and drugs. MacKenzie should have been grateful, but his obnoxious attitude shown through the next morning when he demanded Levin take him back to his Ferrari so he could go home and unable to remember if they’d slept together.

It didn’t stop him from going to Tone 12, and slowly, he got to know the big man that for some unknown reason, liked to watch over him like a body guard. That was when he realized, Levin was not single, at least not from the way he and Nash, the head bartender flirted with each other. Tone 12 was not a gay club, but no one seemed to mind when two men or two women danced together, or made out in the booths.

But what bothered MacKenzie the most was the jealousy that filled him when he saw the two gorgeous men together. What he wouldn’t give to have a man look at him like that, to love him for himself and not the money he had.

His sadness and loneliness, not to mention the jealousy and envy made him reckless, spiraling into heavier drinking, and drug use. Until one night, he was confronted by Levin and told he would either have to stop getting wasted or be banned from the club.

It was Nash who found him behind the club, sitting in his own vomit and took him home…to Levin’s apartment. That’s when things changed for MacKenzie, and he learned that it wasn’t one man he wanted, but two. And neither one of them gave a damn that he was loaded. 

WIP - Mansion of Love (Book 3 of Service Men series)

Blaine was exceedingly grateful for getting out of the position he held for ten years. As butler to the MacIntaughs, his life had been a living hell. They were a Jerry Springer family if there ever was one, despite being extremely wealthy.

Now, he was two months into working for the Whinthorps. They were a great family, not droning on about the money they had, and they were well beyond the financial tax bracket of the MacIntaughs.

But it was when their youngest son, Ellary, came home from college that things got complicated. Blaine had never advertised that he was gay, mostly because it might interfere with his job. But he couldn’t ignore the attraction he felt for Ellary.

He wondered if maybe he might have to resign his position as the family butler, especially when he found out the attraction was mutual. Ellary was the darling of the family, and Blaine was pretty sure they wouldn’t appreciate Ellary going to bed with the butler. Blaine knew his place. He also knew it would look really bad since he was so much older than Ellary.

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Ellary couldn’t have been happier that Chauncy had retired and his mom had hired a new butler. Chauncy was quite homophobic, though he kept it hidden from Ellary’s parents. Now Ellary wouldn’t have to sequester himself in his room to stay away from the old butler.

But when he met Blaine, his relief that Chauncy was gone morphed into something entirely different. Blaine was stunningly gorgeous, and extremely good at his job. He was also fifteen years older than Ellary’s twenty-three.

Age aside, Ellary could see that Blaine was struggling with an attraction of his own. And what would his aristocratic mother and CEO father think of Ellary dating their butler?

Ellary also had a kink that none of his family knew about, and he wasn’t sure what Blaine would think if he ever found out.

WIP - Resort of Love (Book 2 of Service Men series)

Griff Wilkenson felt he was losing his touch. A ski instructor, his patience for teaching the rich and famous how to ski was getting shorter and shorter.

That is until he met Flynn Montgomery. The man was as klutzy as any Griff had seen, yet he held an innocence and exuberance that was refreshing. He truly wanted to learn how to ski, and ski well. Griff was smitten enough to have all the patience in the world for the gorgeous man.

But, despite Flynn’s sweet personality, and desire to learn from Griff, his family was another story. Older brother Godfrey, and his two sisters, not to mention his snobby mother and powerful father kept getting in the way of Griff’s pursuit of the guy. And the way they treated Flynn made Griff angry.

It didn’t help that the Montgomerys owned Winter Haven Resort, where Griff worked. Any wrong move on his part could mean his job. And if they realized that Griff was not only gay, but interested in Flynn, he would not only be fired, but probably run out of Winter Haven Village altogether.

He wondered if Flynn was worth the risk. As attracted as he was, could he endanger his livelihood for the chance at love?

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Flynn couldn’t believe the attention the ski instructor was giving him. He’d been sure he’d be lumped in with the little kids on the bunny slope, since he couldn’t seem to master even the most basic skiing skills.

He wasn’t complaining. Griff Wilkensen was gorgeous and confident. Things Flynn wished he were. He really liked the other man, but was wary in showing any interest since his entire family was here for their annual vacation.

Not wanting to get Griff in any kind of trouble he tried to keep their encounters professional and friendly. But it was hard, when the ski instructor made Flynn’s already klutzy self even worse. And, despite wanting to crawl into bed with the guy, he really wanted to learn to ski.

He only hoped…when the lessons were over, he could still see the ski instructor—without his family around.