Jace's Justice
Finding yourself isn’t always easy—unless your true mate helps you along the way…
Jace has always felt as though he doesn’t belong, that he’s surplus to requirements, alone and destined to stay that way for the rest of his life. His love for Louie, his true mate, is solid and real, but Louie has never shown Jace that they’re mates, has never given any indication that he wants them to be together. Jace is convinced that fate has got things wrong in pairing them—until a stranger arrives on pack land, throwing everything into chaos.
Louie has lived his whole life keeping his distance from Jace—and his emotions. He loves the man with a passion, but knowing Jace might be taken away from him at any moment means Louie has kept his mouth shut. Jace was found on the side of the road as a cub by their alpha, Sergeant, and Louie has always known that one day Jace’s true family will come back to claim him. To save Jace having to make a painful decision—leave Louie or join his family—Louie has remained in the shadows.
But life has a way of changing things, and with the stranger comes knowledge of some terrible things happening on another wolf compound. Things that the Highgate pack feel compelled to fix. The question is, will Jace and Louie mating also change things, or will they remain the same as they’ve always been, forever circling around their love and never admitting it through fear of being hurt?
Vann's Victory
Being a Dom in secret—being mated to another wolf in secret—is something Vann has always done, but now he has the chance to be open about his whole life.
Vann grew up under the rule of an alpha at Crossways Compound, who controlled every aspect of his pack members’ lives. Used to obeying without question, Vann suddenly finds himself in a position where he can make his own decisions outside his sexual relationship. In the past, his trysts with his subby lover, Kip, have been in secret, snatched moments away from security cameras or listening devices. Now they’ve been welcomed at Highgate, a safe haven, life should work out beautifully.
But there’s something Vann has to do first. He has to return to his childhood compound to right the wrongs that were done there. Along with Kip and members of the Highgate security team, Vann has to play the biggest role of his life so far in order to bring down the alpha at Crossways and rescue some cross-bred cubs. It isn’t going to be easy, going against someone he’s been conditioned to obey, but for the sake of his pack and the safety of the cubs, he’ll do whatever it takes.
Kip is determined to be with Vann every step of the way. Usually, Kip is submissive in all aspects of their life, preferring to bow his head and only speak when he’s given permission. But their return to Crossways changes all that. The danger there is too great for Kip to wait for Vann’s instructions on everything he does. Kip knows that to keep Vann safe, he must become more dominant—or die trying.
Publisher's Note: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series.
General Release Date: 13th February 2015
Excerpt from Jace's Justice
The sound of the whip-poor-will gave Jace the willies. He could only hope that sometime in the future Louie would give him the willies too, but he didn’t think that was about to happen any time soon. To have Louie’s cock inside him—God, that was a dream. Louie hadn’t given him any indication he fancied him in that way, more was the pity.
Yeah, a massive pity. No use even thinking about it. Can’t change it. Well, I could, but if I tell Louie how I feel I’ll end up embarrassed when Louie tells me to fuck off. Because he will tell me to fuck off.
He shrugged off the thoughts, telling himself to buck the hell up. Pining wasn’t really Jace’s thing, but he was close to pining now. He usually dealt with issues internally, making out that nothing bothered him, although it was clear they did. His scowls and short answers let the rest of the pack know he wasn’t to be approached unless they wanted their heads bitten off.
He laughed, imagining biting their heads off literally. Sergeant, the alpha, would have something to say about that. And upsetting Sergeant wasn’t something Jace wanted to do. The man had been good to him—to everyone.
Jace sighed. The ache in his torso was almost too much to bear. It reminded him of Louie again, not that the man was ever far from his thoughts. Being near Louie so often on a daily basis, even though they didn’t talk much beyond hello or a casual sentence or two… Well, that was killing him.
Could a wolf shifter die from never uniting with his mate?
And Louie was Jace’s mate, no doubt about that. Jace felt it in his goddamn bones. It was just a shame Louie didn’t feel it too. Or if he did, he hadn’t shown it. Louie acted like any other pack member, nothing more. No ‘accidental’ touches, no secret looks across the room.
“Shit.”
Jace stood on the rear porch of the main pack house and stared out at the compound. He ought to go for a run, really. Shift and streak around until he was out of breath. He had to do something to get this feeling of restlessness out of him. This feeling of loving someone who didn’t return the emotions. How long should he wait? That was the question—the very big question that loomed over him each and every day. How long would it be before Louie got that smack of emotion in his chest where he realised they were meant to be together? That they were mates? Intended for one another since birth?
“How fucking long?”
I’ll wait forever if I have to. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. Can’t be with anyone else.
It seemed Jace had been waiting forever, that he’d loved Louie forever—and he had. The longing inside him had grown to massive proportions, threatening to swallow him whole.
He wished Louie would swallow him whole.
“Enough with that crap,” he muttered.
To stop himself thinking of innuendoes, Jace stripped out of his clothes then put them in one of the clothes bins on the porch. He stood with no care that someone might see him naked. It was commonplace on pack lands for men and women to stroll nude before or after a shift, completely at ease with their bodies and who they were—what they were. What Jace had to be mindful of was getting a hard-on when Louie stripped in front of him. And Louie not getting hard was surely an indication he didn’t fancy Jace. Jace had never seen Louie’s cock as anything but flaccid, so if Louie had feelings for Jace, he was damn good at controlling his emotions. Then again, Louie always got dressed quickly, with his back turned to anyone who was there. A few times Jace had hoped that was because Louie was hiding one hell of a hard-on, but there never was a bulge in his jeans when he turned round fully clothed.
If Jace and Louie were meant to be together, why hadn’t it happened yet? They were well into adulthood. Most wolves, as far as he’d seen growing up, had got together during puberty. Then again, there were a few who had mated later in life.
So there’s hope yet.
Excerpt from Vann's Victory
Vann’s stomach churned. The plane was coming in to land. He closed his eyes, shaking all over. What if they crashed? What if he never got to save the shifters at Crossways? More importantly, what if something went wrong, if there was an accident, and he never saw his mate, Kip, again? Should he be ashamed that this was his main fear? Losing Kip had always been one of his nightmares. Except he’d never thought it would be because of an accident. Or not an accident in the real sense of the word. No, an ‘accident’ designed by Bennett, that would be more like it.
He concentrated on that instead of the gut-knotting experience of landing. Bennett, the former alpha at Crossways, had forever been a looming, frightening presence in Vann’s life and mind. One wrong step and Bennett would tell the rest of the pack to rip him apart until he was dead. Being caught with Kip in an uncompromising position would have been more than good reason for Bennett to order an execution. Hiding had been the name of their game.
He glanced across at Kip, who was staring out of the window. Vann should have known Kip would act like this, a kid in a candy store, soaking everything up and loving it. Kip had a brilliant zest for life, for living it the best way he could in any given circumstance. He looked on the bright side most of the time, something Vann had yet to learn.
Damned if I’ll look out of that window.
Just the thought of seeing the land below, a patchwork quilt humanity had sewn together, had him feeling even worse. It would bring home how high they were, how far they’d fall if the plane ran into difficulty. Turbulence. A sudden storm. The idea of crashing freaked him the hell out.
Please, just let us touch the tarmac safely.
As it turned out, everything went smoothly and he needn’t have worried. Funny how he got himself all coiled up over things then they turned out okay in the end. He supposed, what with his upbringing, he always expected the worst. It wasn’t surprising. Bennett had ruled with an iron fist, and no one—no one—had disobeyed him. Vann wondered if he’d be able to change once this mission was over. If he’d learn to accept that life wasn’t always doom and gloom—that there was goodness out there, ready for him to experience it. If only he had the courage. And life could be good, he’d seen that at Highgate. Bennett had a lot to answer for. How many of the Crossways pack felt just the same as Vann did? How many of them were frightened beneath their brash exteriors? He’d bet there were quite a few.
It’s all over now. He’s been caught. But Wickland hasn’t. We still have him to deal with.
He straightened his shoulders as the plane touched down, and let out a long breath of relief.
And we will deal with him. I have to keep positive. Everything will be all right now we have the Highgate shifters on our side.
It seemed the time to get off the plane passed in a flash, and Vann’s breath caught as he strode along the tunnel that led to the airport. He felt enclosed, claustrophobic, and coached himself to keep a level head. He had to admit that his first time on an aircraft hadn’t been as awful as he’d expected, although he’d been scared shitless of getting on something so big. Yeah, he’d seen them flying over Crossways, but during his shielded childhood, he hadn’t ever thought he’d end up getting inside one. He had no idea how they worked. His education was limited to English and math as he’d grown up, and that had been taught to him by his mother.
There’s so much to experience. So much I don’t know anything about, but hell, I can experience it now. Me and Kip together, taking on our new world.
The thought of it had Vann smiling.
Kip walked by his side, head bowed, as was his custom. God, Vann loved that little man. Kip was a slender, white-haired, tiny sub who preferred their sexual lifestyle to extend from the bedroom into their day-to-day lives. That had been a learning curve for Vann but he’d gotten used to it over time. The Highgate shifters probably thought their relationship odd, but he was past caring what they thought now. Highgate’s alpha, Sergeant, had told his pack what Vann and Kip were about, and if they didn’t like it? Well, that was their problem. The days of Vann wanting to be accepted were long gone. He loved Kip and vice versa, so what did the opinions of other people matter?
Sydney has always enjoyed writing. “There’s something about losing yourself in another world, where the real one ceases to exist and all your dreams and wishes can be placed on the page—dreams for a better planet where love isn’t questioned but accepted by all.”
When Sydney isn’t writing, there’s plenty of reading to be done. “I can’t imagine not reading every day. It would be weird not to have a book to hand because I’ve always had one nearby. Life without reading isn’t something I’d like to contemplate. The thought brings me out in hives.”
Sydney lives in a peaceful area where the hustle and bustle of the city doesn’t figure. “I left city life years ago. Too stressful for me. I prefer listening to the swish of leaves on the trees instead of tyres on tarmac. The twittering of birds instead of the chatter of people. Alone time to reflect and ponder is a must. A small portion of every day spent by myself is vital to my sanity and soul.”
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