Thanks so much for letting me visit today. I want to tell you a little about my new release from Evernight Publishing. Yellow Eyes is a story in Bad Alpha Manlove Edition.
Bad Alpha Manlove is a sexy collection of paranormal gay romance with shifters so ruthless they will stop at nothing to protect their pack. These aren't sugar-and-spice heroes. The alphas are feared, inked, and don’t ask questions first. They take what they want, never give in to their enemies, and think love is for the weak—until they meet their mate. Are you ready to learn how to tame a savage heart? Read on.
YELLOW EYES by Gale Stanley
The brutal war between shifters and humans is over, but each side still sees the other as a threat. The only thing they can agree on, is that they can’t agree. Humans live east of the bridge, shifters live west.
Camden is a half-breed, the product of a rape that happened during the war. Neither side wants him, but he lives with his human mother. The night she dies, Camden goes west looking for revenge. He knows he won’t find his father, and he’ll probably get himself killed, but he doesn’t care. As long as he takes a shifter with him, he’ll die happy.
Wyat is alpha of the pack living in the west. He’s a warrior who believes in separation of the races. Then on the night of the full moon, he discovers a half-breed hiding in the alley. The man’s scent makes him burn with lust, and against his better judgement, he takes him home—and discovers that sleeping with the enemy might just lead to a better future.
Wyat stepped out of the shower and snagged an old towel, pulling the rusty hook and a piece of plaster along with it. He made a mental note on his to-do list, then he tossed the hook and rubbed himself down. The friction of stiff, scratchy fabric on flesh set off sparks that made him throw back his head and howl.
The sun hadn’t even set, but already he felt the tug of a full moon. A shifter could no more deny the lunar pull than he could stop breathing. Once every month, Wyat’s lupine pheromones took over and all he could think about was getting his rocks off. In a few hours, he’d be ready to stick his dick into anything that moved. Well, maybe not anything. Wyat didn’t do pussy.
Funny how things turn out. The pack never envisioned a gay man as their alpha, but fate had other plans. Leadership passed from father to son and there was no doubt royal blood pulsed in Wyat’s veins. So did the desire to suck cock—but for a long time Wyat kept that part of his genetic endowment hidden. Wolf-shifters were manly men, and they expected their leader to fuck harder, fight harder, and produce lots of pups.
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.