Hello everyone! So excited to be a part of the Scorching Reviews LGBT blog hop event–though I’ve been reading M/M romance for awhile now, I only began writing it in the past year, so I am thrilled to have recently had my first M/M romance published recently, and doubly excited for this event because I can showcase my two favorite guys, Lincoln and Eddie.
My first M/M romance, Shifter’s Song, was released last month, and I’ll be hosting a drawing to give away an ebook copy of Shifter’s Song to one of the commenters on this post.
Shifter’s Song is part of the Wiccan Haus shared world series from Musa Publishing. It’s a story of two shifters who meet at the Wiccan Haus resort, though both are there for very different reasons. In some ways, it’s a coming-out story, in other ways, it’s an action/adventure story with a heaping dose of snarky humor. Edouard Bonsaint is a big brawny bear shifter–who can’t shift. Lincoln Tucker is a guyliner-wearing pop singer who is deep in the closet twice over due to his very public career. Both need to find self-acceptance in order to be together, but they can’t do it alone.
Edouard Bonsaint has a bear-sized problem. He hasn’t shifted in ten years, and isn’t sure he even can anymore. Chaperoned by his youngest brother, Bruno, he heads to the Wiccan Haus to ask Rekkus for help. But when Bruno doesn’t show up on the other side of the portal, Edouard’s inability to shift is no longer his biggest problem.
Lincoln Tucker has it all: money, fame, and a golden voice. But he’s in the closet twice over–few people know he’s gay, and even fewer know he can shift into a songbird at will. Downtime at the Wiccan Haus between tours allows him to be himself. Throw a big toppy bear-shifter into the mix, and Lincoln might just have all he’s ever wanted–if he can trust himself to hold on to Edouard.
With passions and tempers burning hot, can Lincoln help Edouard bring forth the bear and save his brother?
“Tell me about your brother,” Lincoln finally said, setting down the cup of tea Sage had brought him.
“Bruno is…quiet. He’s the kind of guy who thinks about everything at least three times before he actually does it. He’s a writer, and he doesn’t seem to mind if most of his friends are fiction. He’s kind of a loner.”
“I’m sorry he’s missing.”
“Yeah.” Edouard tried to swallow a bite of his food but it felt like it would stick in his throat. Finally, he managed to get it down and took a sip of water. He looked back across the table at Lincoln and his hand paused halfway back to the table, forgotten.
The look on Lincoln’s face was thick and carnal, determined. He’d seen that look on the dance floor of the gay bar he visited in Quebec City sometimes—when another man looked at him that way, it usually meant he was going to get lucky. Edouard felt heat flood his gut as he met Lincoln’s eyes. Lust, hot and sharp, flared up, and his jeans suddenly seemed three sizes too small. Paired with it was a raging sense of guilt that he was even thinking about sex while his brother was missing.
“What do you do? For a living, I mean,” Lincoln asked.
“I’m a wildlife photographer. I sell prints through my website, and I’ve had some pieces in some pretty big magazine spreads. Being not-quite-human helps me get closer to the animals. I understand them better.”
“What do you shift into?” Lincoln asked. Edouard bristled, then realized Lincoln was just making typical Para small-talk. Still, he was surprised as anyone when he answered.
“I don’t, that’s the problem—why I came to the Haus.”
“Okay, what are you supposed to shift into?” If there’d been any mocking to Lincoln’s voice, Edouard wouldn’t have answered, but all he heard was curiousity.
“The Bonsaints are a very old brown bear clan.” He pushed his food around on his plate some more as he said it, uncomfortable with this line of questioning. He could talk about photography all night long, but shifting…no.
“You’re kidding me.”
Edouard looked up to see Lincoln laughing.
“Bear? It’s just…” Lincoln’s laugh died down and he glanced around the room, as if to be certain no one listened. “…the beard, the muscles…”
Ah. Yeah, that. He was pretty sure Lincoln was gay now. Otherwise he wouldn’t be snickering at Edouard with that sly little smile on his face. Okay, it was a little funny. Guilt-be-damned—he smiled back. Fine, he could be just as unsubtle when it suited him.
“So what does a twink like you shift into?”
“How do you know I’m a shifter?” Lincoln leaned close and Edouard breathed in his scent. Clean and cold, nothing he’d ever smelled before, but also sex and magic, as familiar as it was strange. The combination sent a shudder of lust through Edouard, and one look at Lincoln’s face, eyes sparkling with challenge, and he knew he’d sensed it too. Maybe Lincoln wasn’t a shifter, but he certainly hadn’t objected to being called a twink. Too young for you, Edouard.
“So what are you? Changeling? Fae?”
“No, you were right the first time.” Lincoln sat back in his seat. “Tell you what, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Edouard, unfortunately, chose the exact wrong moment to take a sip of his water, because at Lincoln’s innuendo-laden statement, it sprayed out his nose and started a coughing fit.
“You heard me. Wake the bear, and I’ll show you what I look like in my other form.”
“No. Of all the people on this island, you’re the last person I’d want to see that part of myself.”
Lincoln’s face stiffened into a smiling mask, and Edouard glanced away. It’s for your own good, kid.
There you have it, a little peek at Shifter’s Song–to be entered into the drawing to win a copy, comment on this post! Do you have a favorite coming out story? How about a favorite LGBT romance? Do tell! ❤
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