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by P. A. Brown
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: Scott Thompson discovers a dead bear, killed by poachers in the parkland he calls home. He is charged with investigating this tragedy and trying to bring the poachers to justice. Then a second bear shows up. Or so he thinks. But when Scott calls in his boss and mentor, a sturdy dark mountain man named Luke Stadler, to assist him, the "bear" turns out to be a naked man, seeking shelter in Scott's barn, shot in the leg and seriously injured.
Luke and Scott tend the wounded man during a raging blizzard that traps all three of them in Scott's isolated cabin in the mountain forest. During their forced confinement, Scott and Luke succumb to their mutual attraction and unleash a passion that burns hot and bright.
But what is the secret of the mysterious man who ended up in Scott's barn? Where did he disappear to and where did he come from? Scott and Luke discover the answer to the riddle and stumble across a secret that hides in the isolated forests of the Rocky Mountains.
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Fantasy / Shapeshifter
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: April 2010
15 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [49 KB]
Reading time: 27-39 min.
"4.5 Nymphs!...I sometimes forget just how yummy bears can be, and P. A. Brown brought it all back in her latest release...The raw power and the desire to protect make these men mates you won't soon forget. Luke's description of men in bars had me barking in laughter and nodding in agreement. It's nice to have characters who know what they like and refuse to settle for less...Ms. Brown writes a wonderful paranormal tale about acceptance and love, and places it on a picturesque backdrop. Who could ask for more? Actually, a greedy reader like me could ask for more bear stories in the near future. Buy it and enjoy."--Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"...A controversial short story...Very hot, being very graphic..."--Elisa Rolle, LiveJournal.com
"...A short enjoyable story...An entertaining short with lots of sex...I'd recommend this story for those who are looking for a short, hot read with a paranormal twist or fans of P. A. Brown."--Jenre, Reviews By Jessewave
"4 Stars!...For a story of a comparatively short length, Ms. Brown manages to pack in quite a lot. I understand this is her first foray into shapeshifting. I'm no expert, but it seems like a great beginning."--British Bull Dog, Rainbow Reviews
Bjorn dragged on the old, heavy boots, which actually fit. Next, he tried the jacket. It has always been too big for me, but proved to be a bit tight across his chest. Still, it was serviceable.
After Luke and I tried several more times to convince Bjorn to stay until the storm broke, he left. The kitchen door banged open, and a blast of Arctic air swirled into the house in his wake as he trudged out to the yard. I stood rooted to the spot for several heartbeats, watching the snow swallow him, until a second blast of icy wind roared into the kitchen. I hastily shut the door and sat back down at the table.
I turned to stare at Luke. He came around to stand in front of me. I waited for him to say good-bye, wishing I could find a way to ask him to stay. No words came out of my mouth except, "Luke--"
He stilled me with a hand behind my head. His fingers lightly stroked my neck. Hot and cold shivers raced down my spine, settling in my cock. "Do you want me, Scotty?"
My mouth went dry. Did I want him? Did a bird need the air to soar in? A bee need a flower to feast on? God, I'd never wanted another man in my life as much as I wanted Luke.
"Good," he said, and in one move he skimmed off his jeans. I stared at him, riveted, and swallowed.
His prick was at eye level. This time, it was fully erect, the head glistening, peaking out from its helmet of skin. Without a word, he thrust his hips forward. I responded by slipping the cock into my mouth, pushing back the hooded foreskin, exposing the bulbous head to my lips and tongue. He urged me on with whispers and sighs.
He swelled in my mouth...a monstrous, red tube of meat. I reached between his legs and stroked his thick, heavy balls, reaching behind them to tease the tender skin in front of his hole. The thought of having him inside me made me reckless. He moaned when I forced one finger between his butt cheeks. I rocked my hand, driving my digit up his chute. I stroked his spongy prostate and licked at the precum that dribbled out of his deeply cut slit. The fluid was pungent and salty. I lapped it up.