Can an Alpha wolf convince his straight mate to give love a chance, before an unexpected enemy tries to rob them of all they hold dear…even their own lives?
Eli Steele is a wolf without a pack. An invitation from his best friend, brings him to Grand Rapids, and a meeting with the local Alpha changes Eli’s life in ways he ever expected.
Kellan Reeves, Alpha of the Grand Rapids Pack, had lost hope of ever finding his mate until Eli came to him, looking for a pack. Realising Eli is his mate, he feels things couldn’t be more perfect…discounting the angry pack Eli left behind. There’s also the insignificant fact that Eli’s not gay. It’s nothing an Alpha wolf can’t handle.
While Eli struggles to understand his feelings for Kellan, an unexpected call for help has everyone on edge. As enemies move in and a horrifying plot is revealed, Kellan and Eli fight back, not only for themselves, but for the fate of all shifters.
General Release Date: 14th February 2014
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Eli huffed, irritation clear in his voice.
“Oh, come on! You told me you wanted to meet the local Alpha and I wanted to go to a club. Kellan owns the club, so I see this as a win-win situation. It’s like multi-tasking.”
Eli stared at his friend in disbelief. “You brought me to a gay bar, asshole. In case you failed to notice, I’m straight. You honestly think this is the best place for me to approach the Alpha about joining his pack?”
“Are you kidding?” Jai scoffed. “I can’t think of a better place than the club. The atmosphere here is way more relaxed than a formal meeting would be. Besides, you know as well as I do that it’s always better to approach an Alpha when he’s in a good mood.” Jai leered, waggling his eyebrows. “Trust me. Kellan is always in a good mood here.”
Eli glared at his best friend. “Don’t you think the fact that I’m not gay is going to count against me in a place like this?”
Shaking his head, Jai gave him a look of disgust. “Not everyone in the club is gay, douche. Sephora is the official gathering place for the pack. Everyone comes here to hang out—gay, straight or bi. Besides,” he added smugly, “I already told Kellan you would be here tonight. He’s looking forward to meeting you.” With a smirk on his face, Jai turned away, effectively dismissing Eli and his nervous rant, to check out the night’s offerings. By the look on his face, he definitely liked what he saw.
Letting out a weary sigh, Eli leant back in his seat, taking another look around the club. At a glance, it didn’t look that much different than any other club he had been in back home. The main floor of the building looked more like a sports bar than a gay club. A long, oak bar took up one wall with large flat-screen TVs mounted down the wall above. Tall, round tables filled the central floor, while pool tables and dartboards had residence at the back of the room. Without the higher than average number of same-sex couples holding hands or snuggling in booths, it would have been difficult to single it out as a gay club.
The real action, however, could be found upstairs in the dance club portion of the bar, aptly nicknamed Temptation. In Temptation, clothing seemed to be optional, as showcased by the writhing masses of men and women pressed together in a seemingly endless display of sweat-slick skin and groping hands. Although complete nudity was not allowed, it seemed the patrons of the club liked to push the rule to the limit. Most of the inhabitants of the dance floor were showing more skin than they had covered, be they men or women. For as far as the eye could see, there was glistening skin pressed tight to glistening skin. Large male hands groping hard male flesh. Female lips laving and teasing the feminine curve of a neck. The occasional male-female couple could be found to round out the group, but they were most definitely in the minority.
As the music blared and the bass rumbled like thunder, the bodies on the floor gyrated together like limbs of a massive beast. Twisting, turning, wrapped together in intimate embrace. The air was thick with lust and made Eli aware of just how long it had been since he’d slaked his own. The aphrodisiac quality of it was not lost on him.
Taking in the sights, Eli was surprised when he found himself checking out just as many of the male pleasure seekers as female. He tried to dismiss it, convinced it was nothing more than casual appreciation. Just one man recognising the good looks of another. So what if he focused a little too long on the rippled planes of a male abdomen or had the strangest desire to snag a small masculine nipple between his teeth before laving the sting away with his tongue? He wanted to chalk it up to a mere side effect of being immersed in this new environment, where sexuality was not just encouraged, but accentuated and put on display. He’d never experienced the kind of sexual freedom he observed within the walls of Temptation. Surrounded by such overt expressions of homosexuality, he tried to remind himself that this type of display couldn’t possibly turn him on. However, as his pants started to become uncomfortably tight, he had a feeling that he wasn’t being completely honest with himself. Unnerved by his unwanted arousal, Eli shivered, turning back to the bar and his beer. Taking a long pull from the bottle, he spared a glance over at Jai. His friend, ever on the prowl, was too busy taking in the buffet of naked flesh to notice.
Eli took advantage of Jai’s moment of distraction to observe him objectively. Jai had always garnered a lot of attention, both male and female, when they went out. Despite having been friends since infancy, he realised he had never taken the time to see what all the fuss was about.
As teenagers, they had been nicknamed Day and Night, for their opposing looks. They were nearly identical in height and build, reaching around six foot three and just over two hundred pounds. That, however, was where the similarities ended. Jai embodied everything that was light, with his golden hair, sun-kissed skin and eyes the color of a cloudless summer day. With his hard, muscled body encased in dark denim and a collared shirt the color of his eyes, he resembled a golden god. Eli had to admit, he could definitely understand all the attention his friend was garnering at the club. The man practically glowed, drawing people in like moths to a flame.
Eli, on the other hand, personified all that was night. His hair was black, so dark that when the sun hit it just right there appeared to be blue highlights streaked throughout. He wore it short in the back and sides, leaving the front just long enough to tease the arch of his brows. His eyes were also blue but the blue-black of twilight. Dressed as he was in a pair of threadbare jeans, a tight, grey T-shirt and scuffed motorcycle boots, Jai and Eli really did look like opposite sides of the same coin.
A change in his friend’s demeanour brought back his focus. Looking closely, Eli watched as his best friend’s eyes lit up like Christmas morning. A grin spread across his face and he practically vibrated with happiness. Curious to see the cause of Jai’s excitement, Eli followed the direction of his gaze towards the front entrance of the club.
Walking through the doorway was a group of some of the largest men Eli had ever seen in his life. Eli was far from small, but in comparison to these men, he seemed almost dainty. They were not just tall, but had thick, muscular bodies as well. With their wide shoulders and powerful frames, they were built like defensive linemen. As they walked, muscles bulged beneath tight T-shirts that looked as though they were moments away from complete disintegration from the strain. Their whole demeanour screamed— Back the fuck away!
Noticing Eli’s perusal, the largest member of the group chose that moment to glance his way. Eli was shocked by the sheer size of the man. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall and close to three hundred pounds. His well-formed body was covered in finely honed sinew. The man was built like a brick shithouse. His hair was a rich, chocolate brown and long enough that it was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck. His black dress shirt was untucked, with the sleeves pulled back to mid forearm, showcasing powerful arms and prominent veins that, for a moment, Eli had a nearly overwhelming urge to trace with his tongue. Power rolled off the big man in waves and crackled along Eli’s skin, making his wolf perk up and take notice.
Born and raised in Western Michigan, JJ Black's love affair with books started young and has only grown with age. Always a fan of supernatural fiction and romance, JJ stumbled across the M/M genre and has never looked back.
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