Tuesday, August 1, 2017


Well, our ManLove Summer Fantasies contest has come to an end and fall will soon be here. As we bring this ManLove Fantasies Contest to a close, I would like to thank all the readers who left such wonderful, uplifting messages for our participating authors. More times than not, it's the little things like a reader's love for a book or a particular character that gets our muse moving and helps us write that next book. Don't forget to come back in October for our ManLove Fall Fantasies contest where we will have more showcases for you.
I would also like to thank all of the authors that took the time to participate in this contest and share with us their favorite books. Your participation is always appreciated.
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Deanne Taylor
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Monday, July 31, 2017

LISA OLIVER - Part Three

The Continuation of Scott and Damien’s story

Scott raced down the driveway, his bike at full throttle. Usually he took a lot more care; there were children living in the pack after all. But today there were no balls bouncing over the driveway, no children playing on the swings. As he came around the corner, the pack lands spread out in front of him. He could see a huge crowd around the challenge circle; picking Damien out of the crowd was easy. Fuck, it must be a challenge.

Without thinking about the state of the grass, he bounced his bike off the driveway and rode across in a straight line towards his mate. People jostled each other to get out of his way, but Scott’s eyes were fixed firmly on Damien. A very spiffy looking Damien. What the hell is going on?

Bringing his bike to a sudden stop, just outside the ringed stones, he flung himself off, reaching Damien’s side in seconds. “What the hell is going on?” he whispered, aware of strangers listening in. “Who are all these people?”

“Smile babe, this is your Alpha Mating Ritual day.”

“You…you…my what?” A quick glance around the crowd showed everyone was in their finest clothes. “I’m not even dressed right,” he snarled. Damien smiled, pulling him close.

“Stop blocking me,” Scott heard faintly as Damien nuzzled his wind tossed hair.

Block? Oh right. Scott opened their mind link, prepared to give Damien the dressing down of his life. Their bond was handy for that type of thing; not wanting to disrespect his mate in public after all. But as he did, as his connection with Damien opened all he heard was I did all this for you. All these people. Alphas from every pack bar two. They are all here to hear me say how much I love you and what you mean to me. Don’t be mad.

Mongrel asshole. You didn’t even ask me.

I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

I’ve got nothing prepared, I won’t know what to say.

Speak from your heart. I know you won’t let me down.

“Asshole.” Scott took one more lungful of Damien’s Christmas cake scent and stepped back. “He’s an asshole, right? You’d think he’d ask me first. But no, the Almighty Damien doesn’t work that way.”

The crowd laughed. Scott saw Troy standing just outside the ring giving him the thumbs up; the men from Cloverleah standing by his side. He smiled when he saw his dad shaking his head. Yeah, Damien would be getting some flak from him later too. Nodding his head to Shaman Paulo, who was hovering a safe distance away, the respected man came forward.

“Am I to understand Damien didn’t ask you if you wish to be joined this way?”

“He didn’t, but then as he said, it would spoil the surprise. And I’m surprised,” Scott laughed. “Look at me; I’m not even dressed for the occasion.” He indicated his leather jacket, mud-splattered jeans and boots.

“It’s what’s in the heart that counts, not how you’re dressed.” Shaman Paulo’s smile was kind and Scott relaxed. All the people, the planning that would have gone into arranging leaders from every pack to all be here to witness their mating. Only Damien would do something so over the top.

“Let’s do this then.” Scott wanted to hear what Damien had to say. He remembered joking with Troy about writing his vows for him before he’d got to know the complex man Fate tied him too.

Standing across from Damien now, their hands clasped, Scott imagined to anyone else, his mate would look as he always did. Intimidating; his gray eyes missing nothing. But Scott could see and feel so much more. His mate had worked hard for this day because…because…Scott’s body blossomed under the love he could feel running through their link.

You really know how to make a guy feel special.

Not hard to do when it’s for someone as special as you.

“We have come together today to witness the Alpha mating ceremony between Damien, Alpha of San Antonio pack and Scott, beta from Cloverleah. This is not something that is undertaken lightly as this is a bond blessed by the Fates, unable to be broken by any other person, shifter or wolf. Therefore, I have to ask before I start is there any person present who objects to this union and would fight Scott for his right to join with Damien.”

Damien’s eyes widened and Scott realized his mate didn’t remember this aspect of a mating ritual. With Damien as the leading Alpha of his pack anyone could deem Scott unfit to rule by his side and any fight would be to the death to break their true mate bond. He was glad he didn’t have his suit on.

There was a rustle in the crowd and then a shout rang out. “I object.”

“Who are you and what is the basis of your objection?” Shaman Paulo’s power shimmered around the circle. “These two men are true mates and have been claimed for some time. What is the basis of your claim on Damien?”

“I don’t have a claim on Damien and I don’t want one.” The man who stepped forward was about six foot tall, broad shouldered and thick thighed. Scott felt he could probably take him if the need arose. “My name is Ben Morgan, Alpha of Wyoming. I demand this ceremony be stopped. It’s a travesty that mocks shifter laws and the morals of decent shifters everywhere.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Shaman Paulo seemed to get bigger somehow. “Damien is the Alpha of this pack. Scott is his true mate. There’s no law that states this union can’t take place.”

“They’re men!” Morgan said as though that was explanation enough. When Shaman Paulo just glared at him he added, “Shifter law requires an alpha to take a mate who will provide him with heirs. This Beta can’t do that.”

“Shifter law states no such thing,” Shawn stepped forward. “As a shifter guardian true mated to an alpha myself, I can assure you that true mates come in all sizes, species and orientations and they are all blessed by the Fates.”

“You lie!” Morgan’s eyes blazed and his fists were clenched. Damien was growling, the hair on his arms thickening. Kane didn’t look much better. Scott stepped forward, unwilling to see a fight.

“That’s fine, if you want to challenge me, that is. I have no doubt I can take you. I know my way around a fight, but before we start Morgan, are you mated?”

“Of course and I have six sons to carry my name.”

“You must be very proud of your lovely wife. Is she your true mate?”

“No. My marriage was arranged by my father and we’ve been happy for more than twenty years. That’s the way things have always been done in our pack.” Morgan held himself stiffly.

“Again, I am very pleased for you. She’s not going to object if you win the fight against me and have to mate with Damien?”

“What shit are you spewing now?” Morgan’s appalled face would have had Scott in stitches if the situation wasn’t so dire. “I have no intention of lying with a man and I definitely don’t want to be Alpha mate of a pack when I am already Alpha of my own.”

“Then why did you object? The Shaman clearly said, and you can correct me if I’m wrong here,” Scott smiled at Shaman Paulo whose lips twitched in response, “that he wanted to know if anyone objects to this union and would fight me for the right to join with Damien. That’s the only grounds for objection. Your outdated beliefs on who should share a bed with whom has nothing to do with this.”

“I am objecting to this on moral grounds. Damien is known as America’s oldest and strongest shifter. His lineage should live on in his heirs. He can’t have children if he binds himself to you.”

“I see. And the fact that we’re true mates and already double claimed has nothing to do with this.”

“Again, I’d call you a liar. A true mating can only exist between a man and a woman for the purposes of procreation to better the pack. That’s the way it’s always been.”

“You do agree that when a true mate couple claim each other, the resulting scar is proof enough of this to any shifter?”

“Of course, everyone knows a shifter can only scar from a claiming bite if given by a true mate.”

“I thought so. Don’t go getting possessive on me, honey,” Scott winked at Damien as he slid off his jacket and dropped it off the ground. He made to pull up his t-shirt and Damien grabbed him and pushed him behind him.

“I’m only taking my shirt off. Geeze, it’s not as though Morgan hasn’t seen a naked chest before. We’re all paranormals here.” Scott nimbly by-passed his mate’s bulk, pulling off his shirt as he did. “There,” he said pointing to the mating scar he wore with pride. “Can you imagine any wolf other than Damien leaving a bite this size?”

“That’s just not possible.” Morgan’s face paled. “True mates are men and women. It’s what my father told me and his father before him. It’s the core to our way of life.”

“Not possible?” Troy whipped off his shirt as he came to stand by Scott’s side. “I’m sick and tired of people saying something’s impossible. I’m mated to that big assed fucker over there.” he pointed to Anton, looking imposing in black as usual, a faint smirk on his hard face. “Look at my scar.”

“And me, with him.” Griff strolled over, his tattoos gleaming in the sun as he took off his shirt. “My mate’s the pretty blond. I wouldn’t call him a woman if you know what’s good for you.”

“Shit, if I knew we were going to get naked, I wouldn’t have bothered putting on a suit.” Kane wrestled with his tie. “Alpha of Cloverleah, mated to our only shifter guardian. Did you want to see my scar too?” His shirt joined the heap on the ground, the pale ridge of his scar glinted in the sun.

“I don’t have a scar,” Claude yelled out. “My mate gave me a tattoo, but Poseidon will show you his if you ask nicely. And yes, before you ask, that is the Poseidon god of the sea. He’s mine.” He grinned down at Poseidon who was watching the proceedings with interest.

“So you see,” Scott said, proud of his friends. “We’re not an anomaly, not freaks of nature or deviants or any other hateful thing I can see itching to drop from your lips. My mate, the Almighty Damien as he is known, arranged this day for me, and invited all of you to help stop the discrimination and hatred that still occurs in packs today thanks to narrowminded attitudes. These scars, and there are many worn by a lot of men here today, are proof that the Fates have given their blessing to our unions. Love is love and provided your consenting adults it doesn’t matter where you find it. Now if you don’t mind, my mate has arranged this ritual for us and if no one else objects, I’d like to get on with it. He pissed me off before breakfast and I’m hungry. But then mates do that, as I’m sure you’ll find out one day.”

Reaching for his t-shirt, Scott was stopped by Damien’s growl. “You won’t need that,” Damien promised as his friends cleared the circle, hustling the still pale Morgan with them. “After the ceremony, we get to have a wedding night.”

“It’s only lunchtime.”


Laughing, Scott ran into Damien’s arms, his mate’s suit smooth against his chest. “Make sure you feed me first.”


“Now we’ve got that silly little matter sorted out,” Shaman Paulo addressed the pair once they were back in position again, “I’d like to ask Damien to address the crowd and explain his reasons for choosing Scott above all others.”

Damien took a deep breath, settling the butterflies in his stomach. He’d hosted thousands of meetings, met with millions of people over the course of his life. But the words he said next were the most important he’d ever spoken. “Most of you know me as a hardass,” he started, not bothering to raise his voice. It was if the wind itself had stopped moving to hear his words. “That was always deliberate. I’ve worked hard my whole life, making sure my pack and the people who came to me with nowhere to go had a safe place to live. As my resources grew more men came; challenging me in the hopes of taking the things I’ve worked for. That’s their right; it’s the shifter way. But attitudes like Morgan’s shown today is why I refuse to lose.”

He smiled at Scott who was watching him intently. “I have always been a gay man. It’s not a choice, it’s not a phase; it’s not a whim to help me stand out from any others or a ploy to stop me from forming a mating pact with another pack. It is who I am. I could have taken a mate before this. I’ve spent a hundred and sixty years alone. But I never did. I never did because somewhere in the shell I called a heart, I knew there was someone out there created just for me.”

“I remember the first time I saw Scott.” Damien chuckled. “I was chasing rogue bear shifters heading for Cloverleah. He and I killed a bear together that day and he went on to kill two of my rogue enforcers in that same week. I bit him and left him, not because I didn’t want him, but because of my own insecurities. And yet, here we stand a year later more in love than ever.”

Damien’s eyes swept the waiting crowd. “I wanted all of you here today to bear witness to this ritual. The persecution of gay pack members has got to stop. Being gay is not a choice, it is the way we are born; the same as if you are born with red hair or brown. To hunt down, kill, beat, and in many cases torture hapless victims who can’t help who they’re attracted to is wrong on so many levels I don’t know where to start.”

“But today is a happy day, for me at least. Today I get to stand in front of all of you and proclaim my love for the man in front of me. My true mate, Scott. And here’s why I chose him and why he is so good for the San Antonio pack. Before he came into my life, I was a good alpha, but a hard man. I’m sure you’ve all heard the tales. They’re true.” A few of the pack members laughed and Scott’s eyes twinkled with mirth. 

“It was Scott who taught me there was more to life than business; shocking but true.” The laughter increased. “It was Scott who showed me the benefits of caring and how empty my life had been without love. My pack has blossomed since Scott came along.” Damien looked down, smiling at the lone tear that fell down Scott’s lovely face. “Scott is my everything. He owns me heart, mind and soul. I thought my life was full before, but Scott showed me just how much I’d been missing out on. I love you Scott and I’m so proud to call you mine.”

Taking one last deep breath, Damien let his voice ring out around the grounds. “I call on you all now to bear witness; my pack and all our esteemed visitors to accept Scott as my Alpha Mate, equal to me in all things. I give you the Alpha Mate of San Antonio and the only man I trust with my heart.”

One by one, heads tipped back and howls and yells filled the air. As Damien looked around, not one person held off from giving their approval, even Morgan. Shaman Paulo shook his head as the noise went on and on; eventually holding up his hand for quiet.

“Scott,” Shaman Paulo said quietly. “Now it’s your turn. Can you explain to those present why you decided to throw in your lot with the Almighty Damien? Lord knows, he can’t be an easy man to live with if he didn’t even warn you about today.”

Scott laughed and Damien guessed that was the Shaman’s intention. “Yeah, living with the Almighty Damien isn’t easy and for the longest time, I didn’t understand why the Fates decided I should love someone who didn’t know what the word meant. But that’s what our mates do for us. They help us to grow, they fill in those parts of our lives we might not have known was missing.”

“I understand the importance of today and I stand by my mate when he says the persecution of those shifters who prefer to mate with someone of their own sex should stop. I was kicked out of my home pack for being gay; shunned by my mother and friends I’d had for years. I was one of the lucky ones. I met Kane, the Alpha of Cloverleah and he gave me a home. I built a life for myself and never even dreamed having a mate was possible. But then Kane found Shawn, Griff found Diablo and me…I got claimed by a stroppy alpha who didn’t like the fact I’d gone tracking rogues without him.”

Damien felt his cheeks heat as Scott grinned. “That’s the thing about being true mates,” he continued. “It’s not one person owning another. For all Damien’s power, he still makes mistakes, like not telling his mate that there are representatives from every pack in the states waiting on him while he goes for a bike ride. But still,” Scott’s voice rose above the laughter, “that is exactly the sort of thing that someone like Damien would do.”

“And that’s why I love him.” Damien blinked away the wetness in his eyes. “That’s why no matter how far I ride, I am always home by nightfall. That’s why I stand by his side through every challenge and when he’s won the day, and he always will, I have no doubt of that, I am there to help him celebrate. Love doesn’t make us weaker; my being in Damien’s life doesn’t make him soft. We are stronger together and together we will face any threat head on. You are my world, Damien and I will fight beside you for as long as I still have breath in my body.”

Scott faltered for a moment. The look between them was so intense, Damien almost wished he had kept the ceremony between them and their friends. But clutching Damien’s hand tightly, Scott took a deep breath and in a voice powerful enough to do Damien proud he yelled. “And so, I ask all that are present here today to raise your voices and accept me as Alpha Mate of San Antonio. And I don’t care if you don’t, because that’s who I am and I’m not going anywhere. This man, this pack, you are my life and I’ll fight for you whether you accept me or not.”

The wave of noise was deafening, but all Damien could see was his mate. His strong handsome face, cheeks glistening with tears, Damien had never been so proud in his life. Scott had managed to weave his love into a powerful message, letting every pack know just how strong he was and how invincible they were together. As the Shaman wove the leather binding around their wrists and the pack grounds rang with the spell that would bind them together for ever, Damien saw nothing but Scott’s face.

It wasn’t until the Shaman declared them mated and encouraged them to kiss, that Damien moved. Lifting Scott off the ground, their mouths met in a clash of lips and teeth. Desperate, full of emotions he could barely contain, Damien devoured his mate, pouring all his feelings into their joining. When he was finally forced to break their lip-lock for air, Damien threw his head back and yelled, “MINE!” in a voice loud enough to rock the trees.

“I think they got the point, big guy,” Scott patted Damien’s chest but made no move to get down even as pack, friends, family and visitors pushed close to congratulate them. And Damien was never letting his mate go.


It was some hours later before Damien and Scott could finally escape to the privacy of their room. “Gods, I thought they’d never leave,” Scott moaned as he kicked off his boots. “I wish you’d let me put a shirt on. I must have had a dozen freaking alpha’s all peering at my mating mark, wanting to see if it was real or not.”

“Hopefully they’ll change their minds about the gay people in their packs now. Morgan certainly changed his tune by the end of the night.”

“You talked to him?” Scott’s hands were poised above his jean’s opening and as he looked up, he saw Damien was already naked and on the bed; his suit discarded on the floor.

“Yep. He had some promising ideas, actually. Wanted to know if I would lend my support to a group he wants to set up for alpha sensitivity training and maybe allow some gay pack members to spend time in this pack and Tulsa in the hopes they might find mates.”

“Can’t see Claude having a problem with that.” Scott let his jeans fall to the floor and crossed over to the bed. “Were many other Alphas interested?”

“I suggested he use another word for his group. Somehow, I can’t see any alphas agreeing to attend sensitivity training but Shawn was on board as well, so we’ll see how it goes.” Damien’s eyes gleamed in the half light. “Why don’t you get your ass up here?”

“You know, considering it’s our wedding night, I thought you’d bring me something special,” Scott teased as he climbed on the bed, sighing as he curled into Damien’s warmth. “Chocolates, champagne, maybe some strawberries or something exotic.”

Damien pushed his hand under the pillows and pulled out two tubes. “Chocolate sauce and strawberry lube?”

“I’ll make a romantic out of you yet,” Scott laughed. “Pass me the chocolate. I fancy a huge cock sundae.”

“I knew you were perfect for me from the moment we met.” Damien lay back, his cock slapping his abdomen, his thick thighs parted to give Scott some room. To the outside world, the Almighty Damien was strong, fearless and in many cases terrifying. But in the privacy of their bedroom, Scott could turn his big mate to jelly and as the night progressed, he proceeded to do exactly that.


Poseidon, ancient Greek God of the Sea, ruler of earthquakes and once worshipped by thousands as a fertility god, was bored and that could be a dangerous thing for people around him. Deciding to visit his son, Nereus and friends at the Cloverleah pack, Poseidon causes his own brand of trouble, resulting in a night out at a club. All he wanted was a bed partner for a few hours. What he got was so much more.

Alpha Claude wanted nothing more than to rule his pack, care for his club members and take up the offer of a warm body when his urges got to strong. When Kane, Alpha of Cloverleah calls and says he wants to bring a special visitor, he was intrigued. But when a silver-haired god walks into his club, he knows his life is going to change. He just didn't by realize how much.

Gods dropping in, visits from family and pesky secrets have a way of making things difficult. Fighting outside foes is easy, but the problems that flare between two very different men might be enough to scupper their mating before it has a chance to settle. Will they ever find their HEA or are the differences between a land creature and a god of the sea to big to overcome?

This is an M/M true mates book and as such comes with the obligatory warnings. While this is book two in the series and can be read as a standalone, readers will have more of an understanding of secondary characters and off page references if they have read book one and the Cloverleah series, in particular, On The Brink.



“What have you done to me?”

Claude smiled his first genuine smile in six days as an angry Poseidon appeared before him. Personally, after he’d learned of his mate’s slutty behaviors from Nereus, he expected him a lot sooner. But as he inhaled his mate’s unique scent, his body responding accordingly; inside, Claude was relieved Poseidon had come at all.

“It’s customary to greet an Alpha with respect when you step in their territory,” he reminded quietly, acutely aware of his pack members, many of whom bristled at the sudden intrusion of a non-wolf in their midst. Thank goodness, he was on the BDSM side of the club or he’d be shelling out a fortune in drinks to hapless humans who’d wondered where his mate had come from.

“Oh, forgive me, most illustrious Alpha,” Poseidon sneered as he made a sweeping bow causing two Doms to trip over each other as their eyes remained glued to Poseidon’s ass clearly defined in skin tight leather. He straightened and the hair on the back of Claude’s neck bristled under the power his mate exuded. “What. Have. You. Done. To. My. Cock?”

“Everything you asked for and not as much as I wished.” Claude leaned back on the bar, his wolf intently aware the mood in the club had shifted. “I told you we were mates and I explained what would happen once I bit you.” There were a few gasps at the mate statement, but Claude kept his eyes on Poseidon. His wolf would watch his back.

“And I explained I am a god for fuck's sake. Gods don’t have mates. Now take this spell off me before I lose my temper and you find out how many of your snarly friends can swim.”

Claude laughed although it was killing him not to take his mate into his arms and take up where they left off. “There is no spell, no magic potions or anything else like that. I bit you; you wear my mark. We’re bonded together for life and yes,” he allowed his eyes to rake over Poseidon’s delectable body, “that cock now only works for me, as everyone here can clearly see. Now, why don’t we take this somewhere private?”

“I’ve got nothing to fear from a bunch of wolves.” Claude internally winced at the sneer in Poseidon’s tone. His mate might be beautiful but he had a few lessons to learn in making friends. “I won’t have this. I won’t be mated to a land creature. I’ll speak to the Fates personally if I have to, but I will have this mating broken.”

“Do what you like.” Claude fought to stay visibly calm; not easy to do with his heart shattering into a million pieces. He knew his mating wouldn’t be easy, but he didn’t think Poseidon would try and break it. Didn’t he feel the attraction at all? “I’m sure you have the Fates cowering in their collective boots. I’ll be waiting when you’ve got over that snit of yours and come crawling back for some relief.” He managed a trademark grin. “I already owe you two spankings. You coming here and making a scene has cost you another one.”

Poseidon’s eyes narrowed. “Hell will freeze over first.”

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Sunday, July 30, 2017

CREE STORM - Part Three

Part 3

"They heaw! They heaw!" Gerogy shouted jumping up and down on the docks.

"Here. It is, they're here." The king said with a laugh.

"That's wha I say daddy." Georgy replied, making Dudley laugh and groan as he brought his head from over the side of the boat.

Dudley didn't know what he loved more, getting off this stupid boat or seeing Georgy.

"How're you feeling Dud?" Rey asked softly.

"Like I left my intestines back at the Ranch." Dudley replied holding his stomach.

 Cortez walked over, shaking his head, "I still don't understand why you just didn't shift and swim home?"

"We had to practice for the wedding." Dudley argued lightly.

"Dudley, Sky and his mates never came out of their room. The only practicing that was being done, was how to have a wedding night." Midnight said making his way past everyone with his bag in hand.

"Tell me about it." Law growled going towards his mate with more bags.

Cortez laughed and asked Shaw, before he could go to his mates, "What's wrong with them?"

Shaw sighed, "Sky was so loud, the entire time, that he didn't get any sleep."

"And Law is upset because of this?" Cortez asked.

Shaking his head, Shaw replied, "No, Law is upset because he thought that since we weren't getting any sleep we might make the best of our time. However, Midnight refused. He said if we could hear Sky with his mates, then they damn sure could hear us and he was too embarrassed."

"Why would he be embarrassed to show his love for his mates?" Cortez asked sounding as confused as Dudley. Hell if he had mates that looked like Midnights, he would be showing all the paranormal world they were his, in every position and place a person could think up. Hell, he'd like to just have one to do that with.

"What was that, Dudley?" Cortez asked with a smile.

Dudley noticed Shaw and Cortez looking at him with smirks. Swallowing hard, Dudley asked, "Did I say that out loud?"

Cortez burst out laughing and Shaw gave him a wink, saying, "Thank you for the compliment. I do believe I will share that perspective with my mates. maybe tonight I'll get lucky."

Dudley had no idea why he did that. He was always thinking out loud and either embarrassing himself, or pissing someone off, or both.

Sighing heavily, Dudley went to go get his things, when Corte asked, "Dudley, you didn't answer my question. Why didn't you just shift and swim to the Island?"

Not looking at Cortez, he muttered, "I didn't want the guys to laugh."

Cortez drew in a sharp breath, "Dudley, why in the world would you think Midnight and the others would laugh at you?"

Dudley barely looked up at Corte, muttering, "Everyone else does when I shift. I just──I didn't want to embarrass you."

Dudley went to move once more, but Cortez caught him by the arm, saying, "Let's get something perfectly clear. I think your animals are absolutely amazing and beautiful together, Dudley. You would never embarrass me because of what you shift into. Your animals together are very unique and that makes them very special──as special as you are. Never deny your true self to anyone."

"Winner! Winner, can you takes me fo a swimming. Daddy said maybe but I want a yes." Georgy asked enthusiastically.

Turning, Dudley watched as Winter picked up Georgy, saying, "We are staying for a week, Georgy. I promise, we will go swimming together before I leave."

"Yeah! Tank you Tank you!" Georgy shouted bouncing up and down until he saw Dudley standing with Cortez.

"Udley! Udley! You heaw!" Georgy yelled as he rushed to Dudley and jumped.

Dudley would have fallen on his ass had it not been for a strong presents behind him, blocking his fall. "Yes I am young man. Finally you can show me your home."

Turning, Dudley about swallowed his tongue. A true God was standing behind Dudley looking as shell shocked as Dudley was. The man was a few inches taller than his own five foot six inches, he had beautiful short slicked back black hair that looked thick enough to grab onto and never let go when──his hair accentuated his odd but magnificent eye colors. Yes, Dudley saw colors. The left eye was yellow, the right silver. "Amazing."

"Yes you are." The man said in a deep sexy baritone.

Sky raced over and grabbed Dudley, pulling him away, "We have to go get ready, Dudley. The Wedding is not going to wait and we have a lot to do."

* * * *

Alex sat in his chair waiting. Not for Sky to walk down the aisle, but to see if he could get another look at the man Sky had called Dudley. He wished he had been given an opportunity to do this sooner, but with all of the wedding hype, it was his job to keep the Islanders safe. He had been swimming around the Island when he had seen the yacht coming.

As with everyone Being an electric eel and vampire combination, it made it easy to make it to the docks, before Sky and the others arrived.

Not wanting to bother anyone, Alex had boarded the yacht from the side, just as this luscious morsel fell into him. Alex had been ill prepared to have to grab the man to keep from falling, but he was even more ill prepared for the scent and the hard on, he received, by doing it.

"Everyone! Everyone! Places! We are beginning." Dudley yelled out as he clapped and bounced to the front of the seating area.

The man looked simply stunning, wearing a silver sequence mini dress with pink leggings and silver and black thigh high boots with what looked like six inch heels. The entire ensemble matched his long braid of pink hair on the top of his head.

Someone behind him giggled, saying, "Who is he?"

"I don't know but he's fun to watch." Another person said behind him with a laugh.

Turning around, Alex saw Mrs. Paterson and Mrs. Wallaby. Giving them an angry stare, both women stopped talking and clasped their hands together. Satisfied, Alex turned back around and watched his beauty perform.

Dudley moved from person to person handing each a small bag. When he got to Alex, Dudley stopped bouncing, long enough to hand him two, giving a conspirator whisper, "Don't tell anyone."

Alex smiled and winked, saying, "I will always keep your secrets, jitterbug."

"Jitterbug?" Dudley asked in confusion.

"You are like a lively dance, wonderful to watch and I have no doubt fun to do." Leaning closer, Alex wiggled his brow, whispering, "I have every intention of finding that part out very soon."

Dudley's cheeks pinkened, as bright as his hair. Without saying a word, the man moved to hand the women behind Alex a bag each.

"What is this?" Mrs. Patterson asked.

Smiling, Dudley replied, "Bird seed. It's to throw at the wedding party as they walk past. I don't know what species everyone is and I wouldn't want someone getting sick from the traditional rice. I saw it on an episode of Bridezilla."

"Oh I just started watching that show, since Alpha Law made it possible to get the internet out here." Mrs. Wallaby said with enthusiasm.

Dudley nodded, making his braid bounce up and down and he tossed out his perfectly pink manicured nailed hand, saying, "I know. It is fantastic, isn't it. I can't get enough of all the shows I can see now."

"Have you ever seen that one called Survivor? It is far more exciting than the reality of being on an Island separated from everyone." Mrs. Patterson said, sounding a bit sad.

"Oh but the Island is so beautiful. You get to wake up every morning to that beautiful sunrise coming over the mountains and water. It is simply breathtaking. Then there are the people. Everyone knows each other and is willing to help with anything you might need. Sovereignty Island is a magnificent place to call home." Dudley said sounding wistful and honest.

"Oh don't mind her. Daniel has been very upset since her son, Jarome, went to work at King Cortez's castle." Mrs. Wallaby replied.

Dudley gasped, gave that enchanting smile, and bounced once more, "Jarome Patterson is your son? Oh my God he is a wonderful man. You must be so proud of him and all he has accomplished in such a short time."

"You know my Jarome?" Mrs. Patterson asked in delight.

Flipping his hand once more, Dudley replied, "Oh yes. He is currently the top of the warrior games right now. If he stays that way, he will win a spot guarding King Cortez faster than anyone ever has before."

"Warrior games?" Mrs. Patterson asked.

Dudley drooped a bit, then said, "You must not have had the opportunity to speak yet?"

Shaking her head, Mrs. Patterson replied, "No, he is always so busy."

Snapping his fingers, Dudley said, "I'll tell you what. Let's finish this wedding and then I will make you seeing and talking to your son possible."

"Really?" Mrs. Dudley asked hopefully.

Nodding, "You have my word and I never go back on my word."

Dudley left to pass out the rest of the birdseed and then surprised Alex by taking the empty seat next to him.

The music started and Alex listened to Conlee sing a song that spoke about taking a road and getting lost along the way. How every sign that he came across pointed to his love. However, instead he would look in another direction only to be brought right back to where he was destined to go. The line saying the Gods blessed the broken road that lead him straight to you, had Alex thinking about his own journey in life. How he had struggled since he was a child because he was both vampire and electric eel. He often frightened people when they would see him. His parents had passed many years ago in the war, and Alex found himself alone. Until he found King Edmond.

King Edmond opened his arms and home to Alex and from that moment Alex had pledged his loyalty to the man ever since.

The song ended and the young man immediately started a new one. This one was just as slow and beautiful. It was a song about how he had to be dreaming because he had found such love. That with every touch he falls deeper and deeper in love.

Dudley leaned closer, his warm breath kissed Alex's neck, and his soft sensual voice had his cock rising uncomfortably in his pants, "The song choices changed, only because Sky insisted that Kenner and Como ruined the one. However, I like these two much better."

Conlee sang about Magic, but when the words, Easy to be taken to the stars and heaven was the moment when he looked him in the eyes, Alex pictured Dudley in the throes of passion and damn near came in his pants.

Alex gave a strained smile as Georgy skipped down the aisle tossing pink flowers all over the guests instead of the aisle. Then Rey walked slowly down the aisle with his mates and Midnight and his mates followed closely behind with his own.

"Are you alright?" Dudley asked in concern.

Alex turned to Dudley, whispering, "I will be when I can take you to the stars."

Before Dudley could respond, Sky began to walk down the aisle as his mates watched and everyone stood . Alex felt his cheeks heat, when the front of his pants tented, from his hard shaft. Anyone looking in his direction would have no problem noticing Alex's situation. Thankfully everyone was watching the wedding party. Everyone except for Dudley, apparently.

"Is that because of me?" Dudley asked in surprise.

King Cortez told everyone to sit, and Alex was never more thankful in his life. It saved him from answering as well as hid his big time problem from everyone else.

King Cortez spoke loud and clear for all to hear, "A relationship is something you can never take for granted. Remember to express your love, never assume the other knows. Say it loud and often. Stay romantic. A true man is never afraid to express themselves. Whether it is in song, as you have done here today, or just small things, such as watching the stars or a sunset.  Never be afraid to show your love. Who cares who hears you as you make love. Let the world know that these men, your partner or partners are yours and everyone else should wish they had what it is you have."

Alex heard Midnight gasp then turn to his mates saying, "Never again. I promise."

Sky gave Midnight a dirty look, and the man stopped speaking, mouthing, "Sorry."

King Cortez continued, "The fourth and most important thing to remember is to never ever stay angry.   When you raise your voice, the other will raise theirs, then no one can hear what the other is saying anymore. However, also remember, make up sex is the bomb!"

Everyone laughed and Sky turned to Rey, whispering, "Told you."

King Cortez looked at the men standing before him, saying, "You have words you would like to say."

Emry smiled, and looked at his men, "I am so thankful that Selene ignored me when I asked her to give me different mates. I may be the quieter one of the three, but I will say this. I have been blessed with strong, sexy men, that show me how much they love me every day with a smile, kiss, or word. I love you both and I always will. I vow to show you every moment how much I love you in return. Fate may have chosen us, but we made it happen. If we could make it through what we have already, then there is nothing that can break what it is we share."

Hardy cleared his throat, saying, "I'm not good with words like you and Sky. I don't know soft and tender words or special things to show you both how much you mean to me. I can't promise not to screw up and piss Sky off or upset Emry. What I can promise is that I will do my best not to. I am more than willing to fly you both to the highest mountain and watch the stars and make love to you under them. I will be there to keep you safe and I have two big shoulders for you to cry on and I will do whatever I can to erase the tears. I love you both and if ever the time comes, I will gladly give my life to save yours and if anything ever happened to either or both of you I would accept death with pleasure just to be with you again."

Emry and Hardy looked at Sky. Alex could see the tears and love in the man's eyes when he said, "I'm not an easy man to love. I know this might shock the people that know me, but I can be a bit opinionated and vocal."

Everyone laughed.

Sky cleared his throat saying, "However, I am also someone that knows what he wants and I want you two. Emry, you may be the quiet one, but when you speak, we listen. You are our voice of reason. Hardy, you may hide the romance from the outside world, but when you wake up and bring me a cup of coffee in bed to start my day, or have a bubble bath ready for us to share before going to bed. Those are more than romantic. When you have to go on an early patrol, you tuck Emry and I close together before walking out the door. Don't sell yourself short. It's the little things you do, that make me love you more and more each day. I am loved and I am blessed to have you both. I thanked Selene for making me see what it is I was gifted and I promise to honor, and cherish you both until my death."

Dudley sniffle and gulped, rasping, "That was so beautiful."

King Corte asked, "Do you have the rings?"

Law slapped at his pants pocket, then hissed, "Shit I forgot the fu──"

Midnight rolled his eyes, "Inside pocket baby."

Law quickly dug inside his suit jacket and let out a deep breath, "Thank God."

Handing the rings to Cortez, The King was about to say something when suddenly  a sweet smell filled the room and Selene appeared. Everyone gasped, as she smiled, then looked at Sky, "Do you really think I would allow you to marry without stopping in and saying a few words of my own."

Looking around the room, Selene said, "There are so many people in this room that have suffered loss, and have been forced to live a life they may have wished to be done differently. However, I must say this. If you had not gone through all you have you would not be who you are today. Sky, you were the last to join with your mates. You, Hardy, and Emry have something deeply and  special. To honor that with this ceremony is a joyous and blessed thing to do. As such it is my honor and privilege to complete this ceremony if King Cortez will allow this."

Cortez gave a nod, saying, "Of course, Goddess Selene."

"Emry, Hardy, and Sky, do you take your mates to love, honor, respect, and cherish until death do you part?" Selene asked with a  smile.

"We do." They said together.

"Then by the Gods, and the class Dudley helped me take, I now pronounced you blessed husbands. You may kiss your men." Selene replied.

Alex turned to Dudley, "You helped a Goddess be ordained?"

Dudley shrugged, "She asked and I had a little free time."

Once the three men sealed their ceremony, Selene said, "I would like to bless you with a gift. So what wedding present may I bestow upon you?"

Sky thought a moment and then his eyes went wide, "The gift you gave to all of us when we first met, I would like for everyone to be blessed with it."

Selene drew back, "You can have anything and this is what you choose?"

Nodding, Sky replied, "Yes. It would help so many smaller shifters keep from getting hurt."

"You are a sweet and truly selfless man. I will grant you your gift." Selene replied, waved her hand and then disappeared.

"What is the gift we have been granted?" King Cortez asked.

Hardy smiled, "When you shift, your clothes shift with you."

Everyone gasped and started talking. The King quickly cleared his throat, saying, "We are not through!"

The room got silent.

Smiling wide, King Corte said, "Allow me to introduce Sky, Emry, and Hardy Michaels."

Everyone cheered and hugged. Dudley jumped from his chair as Sky and his mates led the way back up the aisle. He began tossing the seed. Remembering his two bags, Alex opened it and tossed some at the men and then turned to Dudley, "Will you want to get married when you mate?"

Dudley wiped tears from his beautifully painted eyes, nodding, "Oh definitely. It is such a beautiful process."

"Then I suggest you get to planning." Alex said before stepping from his chair and walking down the aisle to talk to  King Cortez and king Edward. He had found his mate and there was no way in hell he was letting him go.


Falling Sky
Haven Ranch 3
Sky and Hardy cannot be in the same room without arguing. When Emry has had enough and demands that Selene give him new mates, she becomes so angry, the three men find themselves neck deep in snow and trying to figure out how to survive. This requires team work.
Just when the three think they have figured out what they need to do, a surprise visitor comes along and threatens to destroy any progress Sky, Hardy, and Emry may have made.
Can Sky, Hardy, and Emry come together? The fate of all paranormals relies on just that. However, as everyone knows, choices come with consequences, and some consequences can have devastating effects.


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