Finally free, can Dan make
the right decision, not only to keep himself alive, but to keep the man he
loves?
Running for his life, in the
literal sense, Daniel never thought he’d run into his ex-lover, the one he’d
walked away from, forever, but that’s exactly what happens—or is it more Gene
running into him?
As Gene tries to catch Dan
and get him to realise they are better together rather than apart, he’s got to
battle a very real enemy—one that’s been chasing them from the beginning.
Maybe it’s time to end this.
Maybe it’s the time to show Dan what he needs to see by standing beside him and
showing him he’s willing to do anything for the man he loves.
But this is only the start.
Let’s just hope they’re pointing themselves in the right direction.
Note: it’s highly
recommended that you read this series in order
The Rub of My Werewolf by Bronwyn Heeley
(Moonlit Wolves #6)
Published 15th of June 2014 by extasybooks
Paranormal Romance, 4 heat, m/m
Cover Art by Cameron Waters
Gene & Dan’s story ǀ word count: 13,799
eXtasybooks ǀ goodread ǀ aRe ǀ
smashwords ǀ amazon
Excerpts
(these are designed to be read by an
18+ ordinance)
Official Excerpt
Dan’s heart
stilled as he came to an abrupt stop at the road. His head was spinning so
fast, he wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was truth or if he thought he needed
another challenge to end his fucked up night.
His head
hurt from exhaustion and his lungs burnt. He needed water in the worst way and
thought this was where he was going to be able to get it.
What he
realised, now was how fucked the idea was, but more so, how he hadn’t known
that this house had suddenly and vibrantly became occupied.
The last
Dan had seen of the area was a dull heap of concrete and bricks, but was now
something to live in—something to show off and it seemed that’s exactly what
the occupants were doing.
People
stood around the front of the house, loud words ringing in the air, making a
mockery of Dan’s solitude. His heart ached a little, wanting to be up there,
among those people, which was odd, since he’d never cared for large crowds in
the first place.
There was
just something seductive about the group as if they would take Dan into their
arms and accept him for whom he was, and not for what he could bring to the
table. He’d only felt like that once before, when Gene had pulled him up close
and kissed him like he was just a person, someone he wanted up close and
personal for no other reason than because it was a nice place for him to be.
Pulling
himself away from his own stupidity, Dan looked behind him, knowing he wasn’t
going to be able to see anyone even if Marty’s men were there. He just had to
hope the last hour of the tour, that the guide had detoured them enough that
Dan would be able to cut across the property, with a short break, and then into
the cabin without them coming close.
Dan knew
once he was in his gran’s cabin, as long as no one saw him, he’d be safe and
that no one would know he was there.
This was
before the house became a welcome home spot and Dan was left with the thought
that he’d have to get to the cabin and pray to everything in the universe and
beyond that, that there was actually working facilities. He wasn’t hopeful.
Taking in
a deep breath, Dan took a step forward, looked both ways, noticing a car, but
it didn’t seem to have anyone in it, most likely because they were up at the
house. A slice of relief settled in his gut at the one good thing that happened
all day.
Crossing
the road, he quickly stumbled under the wired fence, getting caught slightly, a
puff of noise coming out of him when he hit the ground hard. He lay there
silently for a moment. He wanted to say he stayed there because he thought
someone might have heard him, but he knew he was lying. He just couldn’t get
his limbs moving again this quickly.
Untangling
his pants he was stupidly thinking about the fact that someone really needed to
look into the fencing around the property, not only because of the hazard, but
also because of how easily he’d gained access.
Dan shook
off the thought since he could end up thinking himself around the bends just to
have words echo through his head. Fuck, he missed Gene. The man would talk
underwater with a cock blocking his throat. Dan smiled, as he turned himself
around to look everywhere just to make absolutely sure no one saw him.
He nodded
as he crouched down. No one was looking, and no one was going to look. It
wasn’t as if they were expecting anything scary to be crawling their way
through the yard. These people were most likely, normal, and normal people went
about their lives with a smile and a cheer because they were able to look at a
shadow and be sure it was just that, and not something to get chills over,
because even if it wasn’t where it was before, it meant someone was watching.
It took
Dan a long while to start moving again, or at least that’s what it felt like as
his muscles locked down hard refusing to allow him to get up. Physically
shaking was what finally got him in motion again. Fast and low, he made his way
around the hill on which the house stood.
Hair rose
up along his back. Dan wasn’t sure where to look for the source of unease that
tingled his fingers and made his heart beat up against his eardrums. The
feelings of unease sort of swirled around him as he made himself move faster,
more efficiently across the clipped grass, wishing for those days when it was
overgrown to give him some place to hide. In this darkness, he felt unsafe,
exposed, like a live wire waiting to be noticed.
Maybe that
was where everything was coming from, the fact that walls weren’t surrounding
him, hiding out. Instead, he was knee deep in someone else’s shit just painted
in his colours. Everything ached as Dan pushed himself forward, over the grass,
against the soft hill, with cooling air ripping apart his throat, and the chill
as if something ominous waited on the horizon.
Suddenly,
something hit him coming out of the darkness and running straight into him. It
didn’t take long for Dan to know it wasn’t a bullet, but rather a man tackling
him off to one side. The heat and smell covered him as his attacker’s thick
arms twisted them so Dan ended up landing on a thick chest.
Alarm
bells went off inside him, trying to get his attention, trying to tell him
something important, but Dan didn’t have time to listen.
Curling
his leg around a thick thigh, he turned himself over, taking his attacker with
him, pulling him off guard, or at least giving himself an advantage. One of
Dan’s arms fought for freedom, feeling for the knife from inside his boot.
They
fought, each trying to take control as voices and noises battled just outside
his hearing. Dan kept chanting one thing—fight. Fight or your dead.
Foot Notes
Hmm.. what can I say about this one.
I hated Gene and Dan, they spent so much time telling me they’d be such
an easy book to writing that I wasn’t able to see the downside with it.
Gene hold a mouth like mine. He is more of that talker in me, and I say
this in the same way that he talks – you’ll get it, not a lot of on the page dialogue
because most of the shit coming outta his mouth is just that, lol
I struggled for so long with this book, easily getting it up to 10k and
then coming to a complete stop. I wasn’t sure why it was happening, why it wasn’t
working.
It wasn’t until I decided to scrap it all and start over again that I realised
Dan in the first time round was the Dan he wished he could be, not the one he
was. Or maybe that’s not fair, maybe it was more the Dan we would have seen
that first time they were together if he hadn’t had to rush home to his gran.
So what I’m basically saying is that Dan was a fantasy he wanted in
reality, only reality is that none of what was happening, happened.
So I scrap it and within a week, I believe, this book came to light.
Not all the info is there, that people might like, but I have plan for
later in the series that will need Dan and will need that little cottage he
has. Though if you have read them small conclusion will come from the end of
this series arc in book 7, if not 9, we’ll see…
Now, I have a
lovely woman who reviews my work and might help you decide if you want to
continue with this series or move on.
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