Rock Star Baby (Bad Oak Boys #1) — by Erin M. Leaf now available!
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Gay Romance, Shifters, Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Word Count: 51,595
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 9781772332773
pages: 150
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Ryan Oakley, lead singer of Bad Oak and heartthrob extraordinaire, isn’t looking for a girlfriend. He’s definitely
not looking for a boyfriend, but after the explosive encounter he has
with a guy he meets backstage, he realizes he’s more flexisexual than
he’d thought. Of course, suddenly being able to shift into a wolf is an
unexpected side effect he didn’t expect and can barely control.
Bardulf
Forst is Alpha-Heir to his pack, but he can’t resist his little sister
when she begs him to meet Ryan Oakley. When he realizes the sexy singer
is his mate, he can’t deny instinct. He claims the famous rock star even
though he knows his father won’t approve: heirs are supposed to have
children and two males can’t reproduce.
Little
do they know that they’re about to experience an ancient shifter
biological imperative: when two male Alphas mate, unexpected miracles
sometimes happen.
**MPREG ROMANCE**
Story Excerpt:
Bardulf liked Ryan Oakley, a lot, and he usually didn’t like humans all that much. He didn’t dislike
them; he just preferred not to get tangled up in too much humanity. It
was dangerous for shifters and humans to mingle. However, his wolf liked Ryan Oakley, and that was downright disturbing. All his instincts screamed mine at him every time he glanced at the singer.
What
the fuck was going on? He took a deep breath, letting the scent of the
man tease at him. Ryan smelled like wood and wire and all the stuff that
goes along with playing a finely crafted electric instrument, with an
added little touch of “bad boy” flavor on top. Ryan smelled like someone
he already knew, as if his essence had been hardwired into Bardulf’s
psyche, and that was incredibly fucked up. His wolf growled softly at
him, prodding him into moving closer.
“If you don’t want to do the kissing thing, I’m okay with that,” he offered quietly.
Ryan’s
eyes widened a fraction. Bardulf watched the man’s pupils expand until
the black almost swallowed the bright whiskey brown irises. He ached to
run his hands through Ryan’s tousled dark hair. It just touched the
man’s shoulders. It looked like sable. Jesus, he had it bad. He wanted
to adjust his cock, but figured that would be a serious tell and he
couldn’t afford to spook the human.
“No,
that’s okay. It’s fine.” Ryan smiled, though it seemed a tad forced to
Bardulf. “Especially if your sister insists on it. I wouldn’t want to be
the cause of any kind of sibling rift.”
If he only knew it wasn’t Faylen who is insisting on a kiss,
Bardulf thought as he swallowed his wolf back. He’d perfected control
over the years, with a lot of hard work. He’d had to learn to harness
his beast, ever since he’d realized he was an Alpha, and therefore twice
as dangerous as an ordinary werewolf. He would not act like a
wild puppy. He also wasn’t going to dance around this situation like a
teenager for much longer. If Ryan said he was willing to give up a kiss,
then Bardulf was going to take the invitation. He stepped close enough
to feel Ryan’s warmth. “If you’re certain, I’m not going to turn you
down.”
Ryan
licked his lips. “Yeah.” His voice cracked. “I’m sure. Go for it.” He
lifted his chin. “We’ve got fifteen minutes before the rest of the guys
come in for the meet and greet and general picture taking.”
Bardulf
looked at him. Ryan was a hair taller than he was, and just as
muscular, not that it mattered one bit. Weres were stronger than humans.
He could rip Ryan’s throat out in the time it took for the musician to
blink. But you wouldn’t do that to your mate, a voice in the back of his head said. Bardulf’s heart tripped at the thought. Fucking hell, he thought, mouth suddenly dry as a desert. Mate? Ryan was human.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” Ryan asked him.
Bardulf didn’t have the heart to tell him that instead of a kiss, he suddenly wanted a bite.
He wanted to claim Ryan as his own. His wolf howled in his head and the
tips of his fingers prickled as he took a deep breath and forced his
body to obey his will. He would not fucking shift here.
“Okay,
fine. If you’re getting cold feet, I’ll take care of it,” Ryan
murmured, stepping close and grabbing Bardulf’s biceps. He wasn’t gentle
about it, and that just made his wolf like the man even more. Bardulf
steeled himself, and then Ryan’s lips were on his.
Soft. Sweet, Bardulf thought, and then his wolf growled. Mine.
Ryan
gasped as Bardulf slid his fists into his hair and deepened the kiss.
He licked inside, chasing Ryan’s taste. He had to get closer. He needed
more. Ryan shuddered and kissed him back, fingers tightening to the
point of pain on Bardulf’s arms. Bardulf didn’t care. His wolf liked it.
He slid a thigh between Ryan’s legs and shoved. Ryan stumbled back and Bardulf followed until they hit the wall, and then he had to come up for air.
“Fucking hell,” Ryan whispered, lips wet and red as he stared at Bardulf.
Bardulf agreed. Mate, his wolf rumbled.
****
Ryan
couldn’t breathe right. He also couldn’t move, not with Bardulf’s leg
thrust between his and rubbing in the perfect spot, right up against his
dick. He wasn’t sure he wanted to move. Instead of struggling,
he grabbed Bardulf’s face and drew the man in again, kissing him
harshly. If he was going to turn gay in a fraction of an instant, he was
going to fucking enjoy it as much as possible. The stubble on
Bardulf’s jaw scraped over his palms, and he shivered, liking that more
than he ought to. Although, when have I ever done what I was supposed to do? he thought, licking into Bardulf’s mouth eagerly.
Bardulf
didn’t resist. Instead, he shoved closer, pushing Ryan into the
cinderblock wall hard enough so that he could feel every goddamn inch of
his muscled body. The sensation of Bardulf’s heart thundering against
his own was only vaguely reassuring.
“What
the fuck is happening?” he managed to ask, in between kisses that
resembled bites more than anything else at this point. Bardulf smelled
amazing—better than any other lover he’d ever had. And he’d had a lot,
before his self-imposed moratorium last year. He’d decided he didn’t
want another random hookup because those encounters always left him
feeling empty, but Bardulf didn’t make him feel like that. He smelled
sort of familiar, like he already knew the man. The scent was something
like a forest mixed with hot steel. Wild and fucking impossible. This
wasn’t a kiss. This was fuck-at-first-sight. Something he swore he’d
never do.
“Fuck,” Bardulf growled as if he were reading Ryan’s mind. He tightened his fingers in Ryan’s hair hard enough to hurt.
After
only sort of catching his breath, Ryan barked a laugh. “Yeah, no. There
isn’t enough time for fucking, hot stuff.” But he wanted to. Oh, God,
he wanted to. And isn’t that just fucking ridiculous, when you always thought you were a straight boy? he asked himself incredulously. He felt as if some wild proto-human instinct had risen up inside his body and taken over. You don’t know the first thing about fucking a dude, anyway, so get a grip, Ryan.
Instead
of replying, Bardulf kissed him again, then scraped his teeth down
Ryan’s neck, pausing to bite gently on the tendon between his shoulder
and jaw. He froze like that, breathing heavily. The warmth of his mouth
on his skin nearly put Ryan over the edge.
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Erin M. Leaf
Erin M. Leaf
Author Details:
Erin
M. Leaf is a romance novel devotee, the steamier the better, with a
specialty in edgy erotic tension. She also writes romance as Marie E.
Blossom.
website: http://erinmleaf.com
Twitter: @erinmleaf
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