Blurb coming soon
Blurb coming soon
Jace is owner of the Galaxy Griffon Club, a secret establishment which, to those who can pay the price, grants your every desire, no matter what it is.
From tasting an exotic cream made only from the milk of the rare nocturnal Flog to a ride around the world on a private luxury yacht to an actual trip to Mars.
How? Jace has a talent. He can enter your mind and give you memories. Real memories. Each and every client remembers the events he inserts as if they were actually experienced.
But what happens when one of those minds Jace enters wants something he can’t give?
Hi, my name is Trevor. I’m a wolf shifter. I say that like I know what I’m talking about. I don’t. I was simply running off a ton of steam one day when I was about nine or ten and bam! Okay, not quite that easy or fast but it happened when I was young and stupid. Oh! I’m also gay. I say that like I know what I’m talking about with that too. I don’t. Kind of figured it out though when I was more interested in what my best friend Timmy was doing to himself then I was in the pictures he was looking at while doing it. I think I was about the same age. So yeah, two things I knew I was as a kid but knew diddly shit about.
I’m grown up now and living in the big city which has me too busy to much care about either one of those things. I work my ass off every day to just pay the damn rent. I get out and run my wolf when I can, trying like hell to stay out of the local pack’s territories. Belonging to a “family” just sounds like too much work. I honestly don’t have time for such things. Besides, I was told when I was very young the color of my wolf was all wrong. Too silver I guess. Metallic. I thought it looked cool in the full moon. “Kill ya soon as look at ya.” My grandpa used to say. Course he wasn't my real grandpa. Just an old man who lived down the street. But he was a shifter too and I thought he knew it all. He probably knew diddly shit either but a guy can’t be too careful.
However, someone started killing wolves. Started leaving lined up broken bodies all in a nice little row next to city parks, or schools, or the police station. Thought that was pretty odd. Really? The police station? How does something like that happen?
Anyway, got me to thinking. If a shifter is killed in his or her wolf state, does he/she stay that way? Were these dead wolves like me? The hell of it was, being a shifter wasn’t common knowledge. The police were only concerned that there might be an over-population of vicious wolves as opposed to who it was that was doing the killing. The killer or killers seemed more the vicious creatures to me. And not that the DNR wasn’t on the job trying to locate these hunters who were not authorized to kill wolves but about the only charge they could bring if they ever caught them was discharging a firearm within city limits.
So it looked like I had to see what I could do. Kind of like a super hero. Oh yeah. Probably forgot to tell you this too. I can turn invisible.
Yep, Ghost Wolf to the rescue.
Too bad I never really grew out of that “stupid” part of being young…
Brendon moved in with his grandmother shortly after she moved to a new condo. Being her last name was different from Brendon’s, and Brendon’s name wasn’t on the lease, it made the perfect hiding place. Sure it was a coward’s way out of a loveless relationship but Brendon has never been brave. Plus, it isn’t only Lyman he’s running from. Brendon has a secret few know about. Bravery for him is simply getting up in the morming and facing the day.
Take his grandmother’s next door neighbor, for instance. The man was huge. Brandon knew he was joking when he complained about “losing his job” as his grandmother’s handyman due to Brendon moving in. But the guy was towering over him in that particular moment and Brandon nearly peed his pants. However, when Brandon saw the kind of collection the man had in his apartment peeing his pants was really the least of his worries. He was convinced his grandmother lived next door to a terrorist.
But getting to know Victor was easier and far more pleasant than Brendon thought it would be. Kind, patient and funny, Victor began to steal Brendon’s fears away…along with his heart. With a little meddling from an old lady - okay, a lot of meddling - Brendon finds himself in Victor’s arms and in love.
But Brendon secret might just tear that new and fragile love completely apart. And when Lyman shows up to make sure Brendon’s new love is aware of it, Brendon isn’t sure the arsenal a pissed off Victor has will be used to protect him…or kill him.
Distant Thunder - Coming Soon
Brandon’s ego takes a hit when he realizes his girlfriend, Jackie, is happily “chatting” on line with some guy named “Sam”. Not only that, she’s flirting with the jerk too. Brandon is not amused.
So Brandon does what any other sane man would do in the same situation. He goes on line and pretends he’s Jackie. He was just going to make sure this “Sam” character knew Jackie was unavailable. But then something weird happens. Brandon ends up liking the guy. Sam is funny, witty and just plain adorable. He’s also afraid of storms and living in southern Florida, storms tended to be rather impressive. Suddenly “Sam” has Brandon’s heart doing all kinds of possessive and protective things he hasn’t experienced before.
Only problem? Brandon’s not gay.
What Brandon doesn’t know is that “Sam” is really Samantha who’s been using a game chat to nurse a lonely heart. She simply made a bad choice at a critical moment and now Jackie is thinking Sam’s a he and, crap, is Jackie flirting now? She really should quit the game. But as a tropical storm approaches, Jackie shows a completely different side, a more protective, caring side, almost as if she’s a different person. Suddenly Samantha doesn’t want to let go… Read more