QSFer CB Lewis has a new paranormal book out:
Sam Eastman lives a lonely existence in the mountains of Colorado, working as a ranger and taking care of holiday cabins during the winter. He gets a new dog from the animal shelter and is shocked to find out he has accidentally adopted a shape-shifter.
Philip, a young Englishman, was on holiday and got a bit carried away on a night out. Sam agrees to help him get back to his friends, but a landslide cuts them off, stranding them in Sam’s cabin together. They end up getting closer than either of them expected.
When they go their separate ways, Sam gives Philip his number to stay in touch, but Philip loses it. He’ll have to resort to desperate measure to find Sam again.
Includes erotic content.
“Oh God, yes.” Fabric was rustling, and the couch springs creaked. “Four days of dog food was more than enough.”
Sam stared blankly into the refrigerator. “Dog food?” It took him a second to remember where he had picked up his new guest. He turned, looking over. “You were really in the welfare center? I mean, the dog? You?”
Philip was pulling on the socks. “What did they tell you about me—him?”
Sam braced a hand against the side of the counter. “Found abandoned by the side of the road,” he said, recalling the girl’s spiel. “High blood-alcohol level. They figured someone thought it was funny to get a dog wasted, then abandoned him when he collapsed.”
Blue eyes peeked up at him. “Well… they’re not entirely wrong.” He started rolling up the sleeves of the sweater, which was drowning him. He looked even smaller now. “Which reminds me: Do you happen to have a telephone or an Internet connection or something? I need to let my friends know I haven’t fallen in a canyon or something while I was out on the piss.”
Philip scratched his head. “Have you ever been out on the tiles with your mates and things got a little bit… crazy?”
“I have a guy who turns into a dog on my couch,” Sam said wryly. “Define crazy.”
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A book-lover from infancy, C.B. has been writing and telling stories for as long as she can remember. Based in Edinburgh, she has diverse tastes and will quite happily attempt to write any genre, but always come back to history, fantasy, and sci-fi like an old friend. C. B. Lewis is small and Scottish and can often be spotted perched around historical monuments with her notepad and pen. She has been writing and telling tales for almost as long as she can remember, and has a brain that constantly fizzes with an abundance of ideas. If she’s not working on half a dozen things at once, it should be considered a slow day. She loves to travel and just has one continent left to complete her travel bingo card. A lot of the travel has also been research-based, and if pointed at any historical event, she will research it vociferously, just because she can. Normally, she is based in Edinburgh, where she tends toward the hermit-lifestyle, needing nothing but a kettle, a constant supply of tea, and – of course – the internet. There are no cats, no puppies, no significant others, only a lot of ideas, and an awful lot of typing. And occasionally, cake. Never forget the cake.