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Static
by L. A. Witt
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Gay Fiction
Description: Damon Bryce is worried sick when he doesn't hear from his girlfriend after she visits her estranged parents, but when he checks up on her, he's in for the shock of his life--she's a shifter, part of a small percentage of the population who can shift genders at will. Thanks to her parents, though, she's been forcibly given an implant that leaves her static--unable to shift--and male. Alex Nichols desperately wants the implant removed, but getting it out isn't nearly as easy as putting it in. The surgery is expensive and dangerous. Left in, the implant carries its own set of risks, with the potential to cripple or even kill him. On top of that, he's carefully kept his identity a secret from more people in his life than just Damon, and his parents aren't the only ones appalled by shifters. Stripped of half his identity and facing serious physical effects and social ramifications, Alex needs Damon more than ever, but he doesn't see how their relationship can get through this unscathed. Especially if Alex is a static male permanently... Genres: Gay / Transgender / Contemporary / Fantasy / Shapeshifter
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: December 2011
 
11 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [329 KB]
Words: 74282
Reading time: 212-297 min.
I rocked back and forth from my heels to the balls of my feet, staring at the door and wondering if I should give it one more try or leave. In my coat pocket, my keys ground against each other as I ran my thumb back and forth over them. Her house key was on the ring. I could let myself in. Damn it, where was the line between caution and intrusion?
One more try, and if she doesn't answer, I'll go.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Silence.
I exhaled hard, a knot twisting in my gut. She wasn't here. Or she wasn't answering. Whatever the case, I wasn't going to stand here all night, so I turned to go.
Movement inside the house stopped me in my tracks. I froze, listening, and the muffled sound of approaching footsteps sent a cool rush of relief through my veins.
The deadbolt turned. I exhaled.
Then the door opened, and that relief turned to something else. Something much colder.
"Who the--" My breath and voice stopped in my throat. Confusion and fury slithered through my veins as I stared at the man on the other side of the threshold. He leaned on the door and rested his arm on the doorframe. Vague surprise flickered across his expression and straightened his posture, but the heavy fatigue in his eyes kept his reaction subdued. I wondered if he was drunk. Or maybe he'd been asleep. In my girlfriend's bed. That was all too likely, I realized. He was pale, sleepy-eyed, dressed only in a pair of gray sweatpants, and his short hair was disheveled enough to imply far more than I ever wanted to know.
Alex, baby, tell me you didn't...
I finally found my voice again. "Who the fuck are you?"
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