QSFer D. River has a new paranormal book out:
Tucker and Ryder figured that the worst was over. They’d gotten used to being lycans, they’d managed to not get killed by werewolf hunters and they’d stopped a crazy magician from trying to unleash Armageddon.
However, as they try to get back to their lives, they find a whole host of new problems awaiting them. The government has established a task force to deal with paranormal threats and lycans are at the top of that list. There is a monster prowling the dark places of New York City. And the Moon Spirit has an agenda for them to fulfill.
Moon Born continues the story of Love Bites, with new characters, new dangers and new complications for Ryder and Tucker’s relationship.
Book two of the Feral Hearts series
Ryder awoke very slowly, and only because there was an obnoxious ray of sunlight trying to burn a hole through his eyelid, undoubtedly seeking to find a way into his brain. He grumbled and swatted uselessly at the sunbeam and then rolled over to get away from it.
After three nights of glorious hunts, he and his pack were all thoroughly done in. Ryder wasn’t even sure where they were, other than the Wild Wood somewhere. He didn’t really feel inclined to care, either. The Wild Wood had been strangely hospitable to them, which made him resent it a little less even while he suspected the trees were just biding their time.
Having escaped the sunbeam, Ryder now had a twig under his ribs. He sighed and surrendered, sitting up and looking around. Tucker was already awake, standing nearby and examining a tree. Ryder didn’t ignore the fact that Tucker was gloriously naked, but after the last three days, sex was not his primary interest.
“You were twitching a lot in your sleep,” Tucker said. “It was kind of adorable.”
“I was having a good dream.” Ryder looked over at Trey, who was sleeping on his stomach and snoring peacefully. “We really need to find him a mate, you know.”
“Do they have a dating app for that sort of thing?”
“No, I don’t think anyone’s created ‘Wolfr” yet.” Ryder smiled and yawned. “It’s just…. I mean, we had so much fun these past few days and he had only his hand.”
“Which he used liberally.”
Ryder stifled a giggle. “It was hard to miss that. But anyway…. We need to look into it.”
Tucker nodded. “I think we’ll need some advice on that, though.”
Ryder cocked his head to one side. “Oh?”
“Yeah, we should head to the lycan cave, get the Moonstone and talk to the Moon Twink about his crazy idea for making more lycans.”
“You’d be willing to consider doing that?”
Tucker shook his head. “It sounds like a terrible idea. But I’m willing to hear what our friend has to say.”
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D. River spent his formative years imprisoned in the lower dungeons of the internet, titilating readers with tales of perversion under the nom de plume “Dark River.” He made his escape and is currently at large, spinning stories of sex and sin and scaring the locals with his dedication to deviance. There are vicious and slanderous rumors that he is the alter ego of one Chris O’Guinn, a known layabout, scoundrel and author of G-rated stories, but no one has been bold enough to try and confirm that.