Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.
When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.
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Cole’s lips turned up just a smidge. “Uh, you look good. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
“What the fuck?” He threw his hands in the air and collapsed in a wing-back chair.
“You came to my show. Of course you expected to see me.”
“Uh, I mean I didn’t expect to see you off stage.”
Paris frowned. What kind of game was this? “What in the hell are you talking about? You came here to get me.”
“What do you mean ‘no’?”
“I didn’t come here for you at all. I remembered that you said Eliazer came here to see you, and it was the only place I knew to look for him. That’s why I came.”
“Not for me?” He wanted to scream and he wanted to cry. Which one would win?
“No. You said to leave you alone.”
“You son of a bitch!” Paris leaped out of the chair and hurled himself across the room at Cole with his fingers extended like claws. He hit the wolf like a missile and scratched at his face. “You bastard. You sucked me in and got me involved with your ridiculous pack crap.”
“Wait. Hold on.” Cole wrapped a huge arm around his middle, pulled Paris’s back against his chest, and held him with his feet off the floor. The big, dumb, bastard!
Paris kicked his feet, which was humiliating. “Let me go.”
“And let you scratch me? No way.”
Paris shook his head wildly. Frustration. “Why did you—? Why didn’t you—? Shit!”
“Uh-uh. You’re just a confused kitty.”
He had to stop this. Heat pushed behind his eyes. Damn. What was going on? The words flew out. “You didn’t come for me.”
For a second Cole said nothing. “You said you didn’t want me. Hell, you practically tore down your parents’ office door proving it.”
Paris frowned. “That’s right. I don’t.”
Cole loosened his grip just a little and let Paris’s feet hit the floor, though his strong arms still held Paris’s body tight. It felt way too good. “So why should I come looking for you?”
“Because you want me?”
“What gave you your first clue?” His voice held laughter.
“The nine-inch steel rod sticking in my butt?”
A big hand slid down the front of Paris’s robe. “Oh, like the tentpole I see you’re sporting?”
Cole’s fingers brushed the silk robe aside and closed around Paris’s erection. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
“I don’t.” But his hips were thrusting his cock into Cole’s hand. Liar hips.
Cole pressed tight against Paris’s butt. That big cock nestled between his ass cheeks. More!
Oh hell. He was burning up! He turned in Cole’s loosened embrace and grabbed his face, pushing his mouth hard against those carved lips. He reached down, managed to pull Cole’s zipper past that hard-on from heaven, and stood on tiptoe so he could rub their dicks together.
Cole pulled back, gasping. “I don’t have long. Lindsey is outside waiting for me.”
A low growl trembled past Paris’s lips. Shit, where did that come from?
Cole’s eyes widened. “Linds? He’s just my friend. But Eliazer is out there. I don’t want to put Lindsey in danger.”
Paris heard his own breath, hot and hard. “Fuck me quick. I can’t stand it if you don’t.”
About the Author
Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her bestselling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soulmate husband and her soulmate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!
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