Romance, gay romance, mm romance
An omega with magical amnesia. An Alpha betrothed to another. Disruption in the Seelie Court.
Lycan is an omega hurt and on the run from . . .well he doesn’t even know that. He knows little to nothing, except that he’s lucky Seath is the one who finds him. Seath is the Pack Legate, the next Alpha of the NorthWest Pack; a rich and powerful pack full of humans, witches, shifters, and even a vampire, among a few other magical creatures. They take the abused omega in, and it starts to feel as if Lycan is exactly where he is supposed to be, even if he still has to put together who he actually is.
Betrothed by fate to another, Seath struggles with the intense attraction he feels pulling him toward the little wolf who needs to heal a lot more than just his broken bones. Of course, there are a million other things to keep him busy and keep the Pack thriving, not the least of which is a Pack Alpha with other duties, leaving Seath in charge of the Pack more often than not—even in the beginning of a mysterious unrest among the Fae.
But Fate wants her say, too, and as the spell-induced bonds on Lycan’s mind start to unravel, Seath and Lycan have to decide if they choose each other.
My forever man? That man needed to be able to unpack some baggage. I did not just mean what I had carried around with me while I worked abroad for the past five years, or even the rest of my life that was packed up and waiting in a storage facility for my return to the states. No, my baggage may have been luxury brand, but it was also the stuff of nightmares. My forever man had to make me trust him, make me share my secrets and my past—and none of things were packed light.
Any man who could have been my forever man needed a relationship not only with me, but with my family and the town of Bear Valley, as well. He needed to fit in with the dynamic that existed between my three brothers and me; he had to love Bear Valley, Colorado, as much as I did. Not only that, but he had to fit me, enough that I could share who I really was. The chances that my forever man existed, much less would stumble into Bear Valley were about as good as me skiing competitively again, which meant exactly zero.
A real man is one who has seen active duty, who can take the high pressure and high demands of working for the FBI. So, why does it feel that I’m missing something? Why can’t I keep shoving my desires down, when that has always worked before? And why does Bear Valley, Colorado seem to hold all the answers to what could be real in my life? I’ll do anything to protect the place and people who have become important to me, no matter the cost. Maybe a real man can be honest about what he wants, and who he wants. Maybe a real life could be so much better than the lonely one I am living.
The ingredients that can be blended to make flavors of beer. The permanence of brick and steel. That stuff is real. Solid. Dependable. Precise. And I know to be a real man—the kind of man like my brothers are, and not like the one my father was—I need to be those things, too. But I’m not. Not the real me, anyway. No, the real me is the one who needs adrenaline to push out the thoughts and feelings I can’t handle and does whatever it takes to get it. And there is no better adrenaline rush than the one I get from Bishop Frost. He’s the most real man I have ever met; there is no way he could want the real me.
Ending up in Bear Valley is the only bright spot in a life that is not going according to plan. The life I want is one where I take over the family business, just like I have planned and dreamed since I was a kid. Even if my family no longer wants me, Bear Valley does. I am wanted here and I have purpose again, even with my secret side-hustle. And there is Matt Mann, who makes me want . . . so many things. But, his intense flirtation can’t go anywhere because while my family no longer wants me, they want something from me, and they won’t stop until they get it.
The only thing I have ever really wanted is the restaurant now sitting at the top peak of the Bear Valley resort. Despite its success there is something still missing. I’m not used to being a guy who wants things, and the thing I want most is Theo Donahue. I want him in my bed and in my life . . .and maybe even in my kitchen.
Every time I check social media, I wonder if this is the time. The time he’s not between his moms, but standing next to some guy who better know how fucking lucky he is to have my man. Some guy who, given the track record in this family, will undoubtedly be in complete and utter love with Baylor and vice versa. Just like all his brothers.
Then Baylor Mann sends me one of the last songs he’s going to write for me.
He sang it for me himself.
He knows I can’t pass on it.
It’s too personal, too real for anyone’s voice to touch it but mine.
It was made for me. Just like Baylor Mann himself.
Caswell Vaughn is the superstar music man the world knows, but his words are mine. For years I have poured myself into the lyrics I write for him, but he doesn’t know all those lost love songs are about him. When an opportunity to collaborate brings Caswell back to Bear Valley, I finally have the chance to get closure and move on from him. Maybe, after all this time, there is enough of my heart to salvage for the day someone else is able to catch my attention. But when Cas is back in my life, staying in my house, closure from my feelings is the last thing on my mind.