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- Collar and Scruff
- Better Than Sweets
- Precious Blue
- Cain's Shadow
- Cooking With Magic
Please Note this is not a new release. Collar and Scruff was originally written as a short story giveaway for the Your Book Boyfriend's Boyfriend hosted by Prolific Works (2022). No additional content has been added.
Jason Mitchell knew the only way he was ever going to make something of himself was through hard work. After a family tragedy, leaving just him and his sister alive, the two worked every hour possible just to make ends meet. One song, one opportunity, and that could all change.
Raoul has worked for eternity, first for Lord Hades, and then for himself, building a life he could share with a mate. When he comes across a man who challenged life in a song, he was intrigued. But was this the man his master had promised would come?
Pink horned demons and evil weasels are enough to put a crimp in anyone’s day, but one thing Raoul hadn’t considered was how close Jason’s stubbornness might come to tearing them apart.
Collars and Scruff is an MM paranormal fated mates story. Like all my stories, the focus of the book is on the journey two men take from lust to love. HEA guaranteed.
Approximate word count 22,000.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Raoul took the opportunity to scan the man's facial features. They were pleasing enough - almost interesting, with a jaw sharp enough to cut gravel, a long straight nose and generous red-pink lips. But it was the eyes Raoul noticed as the man opened them and faced the crowd – they were a brilliant blue and they were flashing with a challenge as if the man was saying, "take this from me, I dare you."COLLAPSE
A shiver ran down Raoul's spine and his animal half sat up, fixated on the man below.
And then the music started - soft at first and the man's voice held the same challenge as his eyes. Within four beats the volume and tempo rose, and the singer rose with them. Raoul found himself moving towards the mezzanine railing, unable to help himself. As he stood, watching the man owning the stage and the crowd that roared with every note, Raoul folded his arms, refusing to show how affected he could be by one voice. READ MOREOne growly, angry, challenging voice, that yelled to the rafters one minute, and crooned into the mic as if it was the man's lover the next. Raoul had no idea what the song was, but the young singer with his mop of blond hair falling over his face with every punch of his head along with the rhythm, owned it.
And that's when it happened, as the song rose into its warlike chorus, the man looked up as if realizing Raoul was there for the first time, and for one moment, their eyes met. Raoul almost fell back, hit by lightning only he and the singer could feel. Everything in that moment slipped away - the club, the roaring patrons, even the music. For the first time in forever, Raoul knew he was facing a fight he didn't want to win. That man, that scruffy singer who held the audience in the palm of his hand, saw Raoul's heart and plucked it from his chest as stealthy as a pickpocket. A quirked eyebrow, a rakish grin and the moment was gone, the music crashing down again as the singer picked up the beat and ran with it.
