QSFer Grace R. Duncan is rereleasing her Forbes Mates series, starting with “Devotion.” And it’s on sale for just 99¢!
Will Tanner realize he’s wrong and claim his mate before Finley’s devotion is gone?
Finley Cooper is tired of waiting for his destined mate to be ready to claim him. In deference to human laws, he’s already agreed to wait until he’s eighteen. But now his birthday has come and gone—and his mate has a new set of excuses. Finley doesn’t understand it any more than his wolf does, and he’s beginning to wonder if fate made a mistake.
Tanner Pearce wants nothing more than to claim his mate, but he worries that Finley is too young. Tanner will never forget what happened when his best friend mated at Finley’s age, only to have that mate end up feeling trapped and breaking their bond. While rare, it can happen, and the fallout Tanner witnessed as his best friend tried to deal with the break has haunted him for years.
When Finley finally has enough, he threatens to find someone who will claim him if Tanner doesn’t, and Tanner realizes he needs to come to terms with his fears or risk losing his mate forever.
To go along with the Celebration, Devotion (book one) is 99¢ for the duration of the tour! This will be a great way to get started on the series!
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Two days later, Finley lay once more in the sun in his clearing, his head on his paws, ears drooping. He knew he needed to get back. His grandparents would start worrying about him, and while Grandpaw could come look for him, he shouldn’t force the issue.
He just didn’t want to move.
He was hungry. He should go hunt or go home and eat there. He should go clean up. He should do a lot of things. But the truth was, he was missing his mate so much, he couldn’t seem to get himself to do anything.
He was being ridiculous; the human part of him knew that. It wasn’t like they’d split permanently. He’dmade the decision to leave, after all.
But his wolf didn’t seem to be willing to consider that. The ache of them being apart was much sharper than he’d ever thought it would be. He didn’t understand why it felt so physical or so deep.
He’d never heard of it being like this. Then again, Finley tried to think of an instance where a mated pair separated—and not because of death—for any period of time. But for the life of him, he couldn’t think of any. He knew the bond could be broken, but he didn’t know of any who had. And while he and Tanner hadn’t mated fully, hadn’t claimed each other, they did already have a bond.
He huffed at his thoughts, closing his eyes, and tried to simply enjoy the sun. He ignored his grumbling stomach again, but before he could settle, he caught a new scent in his clearing.
He opened his eyes to see a light-colored wolf sitting on the other end. He lifted his head, sniffed again, and sure enough, it was a shifter. Finley didn’t recognize the scent, but he was sure there was more than one new shifter in the pack since he’d left.
The wolf’s mouth was open, tongue lolling out the side, looking for all the world like it was grinning at him in that odd way wolves had. It was obviously watching him and Finley sat up, annoyed that his peace had been disturbed. He let loose a soft growl, trying to let the other wolf know he didn’t want company.
Instead, the wolf trotted over to him, plopped down in front of him, and barked. Then he went back to the wolf-grin.
If Finley had been in human form, he’d have rolled his eyes. As it was, he growled softly again, then huffed and flopped back down. He rested his head on his paws once more and closed his eyes. Hopefully, the other wolf would get the hint.
No, Finley couldn’t be that lucky. The other wolf nipped at Finley’s ear, making him look up again. Finley glared, got up and moved away, lying down with his back to the other wolf.
Yet again, it didn’t work. A wet nose nudged his neck, and Finley looked up and snapped at it. Leave me alone! Some days he really wished he could talk in this form.
Duh. He could shift.
But he didn’t want to. He just wanted the other wolf to go away.
He expected to get snapped at in response. Or growled at. He didn’t expect what he did get: a big, wet lick on the side of the face.
What the hell was it going to take? He blinked at the other wolf for another long moment, then shook himself. The other wolf actually grabbed Finley’s ear with his teeth and tugged. It was gentle, but unmistakable.
But Finley didn’t want to play. He wanted to be left in his own misery.
The wolf didn’t seem to be willing to give up, though, and when he licked Finley again, Finley realized he wasn’t able to hold on to his bad mood anymore. He jumped up, growled while wagging his tail a little, then tilted his head toward the trees.
The other wolf considered him for a few more seconds, then with a nip to Finley’s neck, took off running.
Finley gave chase, grudgingly admitting to himself he was glad he gave in. The run felt good, and the other wolf didn’t seem to be holding back at all. They raced through the trees, dodging logs and branches, scaring small animals and birds. They splashed past the chattering river otters, huffing when they yelled again.
The other wolf did a quick stop and raised his nose to the air, sniffing. He looked over at Finley, who did the same and realized what the wolf caught. Elk.
The other wolf asked if he wanted to go after it by tilting his head in the direction of the scent. Finley gave a nod and they took off again, this time together, following the scent. When they got close, Fin glanced at the other wolf and twitched his head to the right. He got a nod and head tilt to the left in reply, and then they split and crept in silently.
He didn’t think they could have timed it better if they’d been able to communicate telepathically. Together, the elk didn’t stand a chance. One second it was standing, grazing, minding its own business, and the next it was dead.
Neither wolf focused on anything for a while except eating. Finley was so hungry, he didn’t realize how much of it he’d taken, but the other wolf didn’t seem to mind. When they’d finished and cleaned up in the stream, Finley flopped down on the bank.
This time the other wolf didn’t try to pull him away. Instead, he lay down, curling up against Finley. Finley paused, not sure if he should, but the wolf need for touch overrode any doubts and he settled in. They were a touchy group; wolves liked to be close to other wolves. So Finley did his best to ignore his worries and take the comfort. A short time later, they both fell asleep.
He didn’t know what time it was when they woke, but the sun was sinking. Finley’s melancholy had faded, and he knew it was time to go back. The other wolf was still there, and when they sat up, Finley tilted his head toward his grandparents’ house, hoping the other guy would get the hint; then he started walking back.
The guy kept pace with him, not pushing. When they got to the back porch, Finley shook one more time, then nudged his wolf back, who, after being out for so long, was happy enough to retreat. A moment later, he crouched, naked, next to a young blond guy about his own age.
Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
As someone who loves to travel and see new places, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
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