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Leading Me Home
Pretending to date the guy he has a crush on? Kevin’s sure he’s heading for a disaster. A broken heart, at least.
Kevin has been a lone wolf almost his entire life and he’s comfortable with that. Now that he no longer works for the guy he hated, Kevin has only one problem—his crush on his neighbor and best friend.
Taylor is the Alpha’s Son, the heir to the Harrington Pack. He left his hometown and moved to San Francisco as a rite of passage, but it was always temporary, since his place is in Harrington Hills with his pack. Now Taylor is heading back home for a wedding and since his mother is threatening to set him up if he comes alone, he needs a date. Asking Kevin to be his pretend boyfriend sounds like a perfect solution.
What happens when they arrive in Harrington Hills and learn to see each other in a different light? With their relationship changing, can they drop the act and realize that what they have is real?
Building a Home
Dating a younger guy wasn’t anywhere in Zack’s plans, but can he ignore the instincts of his wolf?
Zack Harrington noticed David Dewitt the day the guy showed up in Harrington Hills, but their first meeting was far from perfect. A few months later, Zack still can’t forget about him, and now that the two of them belong to the same pack, their paths cross even more. The problem is, David is barely twenty-two, and Zack still remembers how stupid he was at that age.
David knows he’s young, but he’s tired of hearing about it all the time. He’s not a kid, and he hates being treated like one, even—or especially—by the hot deputy sheriff. But as they get to know each other better and the sparks between them turn hotter, David’s willing to forgive and forget.
Can they move past the age difference and their own personal hang-ups? Or will they ultimately fall into a trap of miscommunication and hiding?
General Release Date: 11th October 2016
Excerpt from Leading Me Home
Two weeks into his unemployment, Kevin was yet to regret being fired. His sleep schedule was finally somewhat stable and he enjoyed being at home every night, where his main task was to catch up on all the shows he’d missed when he was tending the bar.
He was about to reach for the last slice of leftover pizza when he heard knocking on the door. The familiar signal—two quick knocks followed by two more after a short pause—meant Kevin already knew who was outside.
“Everything’s all right?” he asked as he opened the door and let Taylor in. They’d lived next to each other for over a year and a half now, and they regularly dropped by each other’s places at various hours of the day, but five to midnight was pretty late, even for them. “Aren’t you supposed to be buried under the deadlines?”
“Two projects down, one to go.” Taylor flopped down onto the couch and grabbed the last slice of pizza. “It’s cold,” he said, scrunching his nose, but that didn’t stop him from taking a bite.
“No one forces you to eat it.” Kevin rolled his eyes and sat down in his place on the couch. “What’s up? Deadline jitters?” He’d witnessed it happen countless of times by now. There was always a point when the stress of running time hinged on the threshold of a nervous breakdown and Taylor’s manic energy had to get out somehow. The fastest way to deal with it would be to change and run as a wolf, but they were living in the middle of a city not really known for its wolf population, so that option was rarely on the table.
“I got a call from home.” Taylor burrowed deeper into the couch cushions and Kevin was sure that even if he weren’t a werewolf, he would be able to sense Taylor’s unease. “Mom A has informed me that if I come to the wedding alone, she will stage an intervention—in the form of presenting me to all eligible bachelors from our pack.”
Kevin told himself that the sudden roll in his stomach came from too much pizza and a reaction to Taylor’s stress. It was most certainly not from anything even remotely close to jealousy at the thought of a bunch of men fighting for Taylor’s attention. He put his feet on the coffee table slowly. “Isn’t she going to be too busy with the wedding?”
Taylor finished chewing another bite before speaking again. “She’ll never be too busy to try to bully me into dating.”
“Lovely,” Kevin muttered. He knew she was both Taylor’s mom and his pack’s Alpha, but there should be some limits.
“I need to find someone to go with me.” Taylor stared at the ceiling. “Who do we know that could do this?”
Kevin shook his head. “Stop it. It’s insane.”
“Most of my friends are taken, damn it,” Taylor continued as if he hadn’t heard him and Kevin wondered if there was even any point in trying to reason with the crazy person his best friend obviously was.
“You don’t need a date,” he tried one more time.
Excerpt from Building a Home
Zack Harrington arrived at the sheriff’s station five minutes after eight, and he got off his motorcycle in a hurry. The day of the full moon was never easy, but he hadn’t ever overslept before.
And his boss hated tardiness, full moon or not.
When Zack entered the station, he noticed most of the people were already there, but luckily for him, the sheriff was nowhere to be found.
Zack’s shoulders sagged in relief. He went straight to the little kitchenette situated at the far end of the department, nodding to a few people on the way. He needed the caffeine before he’d be ready to face the day. He poured himself a full mug then added three spoonfuls of sugar.
His partner, Portia, toasted him with her own coffee as he sat down at his desk opposite hers.
“Tell me you have some chocolate stashed,” was her greeting, and Zack gave her a crooked smile.
“Hello to you, too.”
She leaned in on her elbows, hands clasped together. “Oh come o-o-n-n.”
Zack opened his top drawer and pulled out a chocolate bar. “Know my generosity,” he said, handing it over, and Portia grinned at him.
“You’re the best.”
His crooked smiled turned into a smirk. “I know I am.”
“I’ll take all the help I can find to get me through today,” Portia muttered, before putting the chocolate between them.
“Yeah.”
His partner was human, but in Harrington Hills, where a vast majority of residents were werewolves, the full moon affected everyone. Any discussion had the potential to heat up, and any irritation could transform into a blowout. The town had a really low crime rate most of the time, but the department was always busy on the full moon.
Zack’s plan for the day—just like every month—was to bury himself in piles of paperwork and not come out until it was time to go home or he had go out on a call. Overdue reports made for a great distraction, especially when he was trying to avoid thinking too much.
And there were things he didn’t want to think about, even outside of the full moon frustrations—like David Dewitt, a guy who just wouldn’t get out of Zack’s head.
It had been almost four months since Zack had gone to check on a new construction team hired for a last-minute job and seen a guy he’d been immediately drawn to. He’d wanted to cross the rest of the distance between them and run his hands all over the guy’s body, had wanted to come closer and inhale his scent, imprint it on his memory and his senses. Zack had never had a reaction like that to anyone, and it had been just his luck that the guy that caused it was much too young for him.
He’d fumbled through the introductions, then walked away as soon as he could. He’d tried to avoid David ever since.
At first he’d thought it would be easy, since the guy was from out of town and his job was a one-off. But that single job had led to another, and another, and more and more people seemed to gush over David and invite him to various pack gatherings, along with David’s older brother, Charles, who had recently moved to Harrington Hills. Now, wherever Zack went, he seemed to find David, but he was yet to exchange more than a nod or a greeting with him.
After tonight, everything might change, though, because tonight both Dewitt brothers would become members of the Harrington Pack. Zack’s wolf was elated, but the rest of him was…concerned. Sure, he was attracted to the guy, but David was barely twenty-two, while Zack was turning thirty in a few months—and he wasn’t interested in casual sex anymore.
No, that wasn’t right. Of course he was interested—in such a way that his body responded to David even from a distance, and he longed to pull him close and do many, many things to him. But a hook-up wasn’t what he was after in the long run, and there was no way for anything else to happen with a guy almost a decade younger than him.
The same guy who had just walked into the station.
Zack straightened in his seat without thinking, as the faint trace of David’s scent reached him. He turned his head and saw David approaching the front desk then talking with deputy Ortega. When Zack focused and filtered out all the other sounds, he could hear them. David’s soft, polite tone came through clearer than Ortega’s low voice, but Zack still heard enough to piece the story together.
David was gathering all the permits he needed to start working on the house he and his brother had bought, one of the houses that had burned in the big fire a year ago. It needed major reconstruction, so there was a lot of paperwork involved, apparently including something from the sheriff’s department.
Zack tried not to think of how close this particular house was to his own apartment and how it was possible that they would bump into each other on the street now. He tried to squash both dread and excitement at the mere thought.
David must have sensed that someone was staring at him, because he turned in Zack’s direction and their gazes met before Zack could look away. After a few seconds of nothing but white noise in Zack’s head, he nodded in greeting, David nodded back, and that was it. There was no excuse to look any longer, and Zack made himself return to his report, even if he was just looking at the monitor and not really seeing anything. He was focused on David, on his goodbye to deputy Ortega, on the sound of his steps, then of the door closing behind him.
“What was that?” Portia asked, just as Zack decided he could relax.
“What was what?” He tried to sound casual, but he had a feeling he didn’t fool her at all.
“Oh, please.” Portia leaned forward. “Are you hot for the guy?”
“Don’t come to me looking for new rumors, partner,” he told her, voice teasing just enough to turn it into a joke. “You won’t find them here.”
She pointed her pen at him. “We’ll see.”
Hopefully, we won’t, Zack thought, focusing on the screen. Hopefully we won’t see anything.
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