Can men who each bridge two worlds make a life together?
Blaze Canis is doing what he loves best. As a shooting range instructor just outside Yellowstone National Park, the former Navy SEAL sniper is still handling firearms. When Shoshoni native Logan Rider walks into his class one morning, the attraction each man feels for the other is sudden, almost mystical. Since Blaze’s teammates never knew he was gay, let alone a werewolf, he’s confident in hiding his wolf nature from Logan, too.
But will keeping his secret work, or will it blow up in Blaze’s face as his relationship with the American native deepens?
Genres: Gay/Dark Fantasy/Werewolf/Shapeshifter/Action/Adventure/Interracial/Multicultural/ Exhibitionism/Public Places
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Novella (31k words)
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...Blaze arrived for work dressed in a green muscle shirt because of the day’s warmth. His Wranglers weren’t quite as faded as those he’d worn for the class where he’d met Logan, but he wore the same boots because they were broken in and comfortable. His black leather belt was one of several he’d won in rifle competitions. His gold-plated buckle with a rifle embossed on it indicated he was an expert sharpshooter.
Blaze had always looked forward to the competitions or requalifying in the Navy. You shot at pop-up targets, first prone with your rifle supported, prone without support, kneeling and standing. In twenty years, his scores hadn’t changed much. A marksman score barely qualified you as a rifleman. Sharpshooter scores were next, and expert sharpshooters scored highest. The saying was that a marksman brushed an enemy, sharpshooters injured them, but the experts killed them.
In the SEALs, those experts were called snipers. He’d been one of them.
He was at the counter chatting with Gary Johansen, the young man working the front desk, when Logan arrived in the late afternoon. One look at him and Blaze’s wolf swirled and pranced in his chest. He looked good to Blaze…too good. He wanted in the worst way to touch him in a far more significant way than a handshake.
God, what if he isn’t gay?
Logan had dressed more casually today in jeans, boots, and a tight, short sleeve shirt imprinted with a black-on-white drawing of a Native warrior on horseback. His broad chest and firm abs allowed the shirt design to display completely. He’d pulled his hair back again, but this afternoon it ended in a single braid following the line of his neck and spine. Despite his normal clothing, his appearance screamed Native all the way. His shirt suited him.
He was tall, he was big, and a man through and through. This was the way Blaze liked his lovers.
Blaze straightened and smiled at Logan. “Glad you could make it.” They shook hands, and the anticipation of something great spread through him at their touch.
He avoided looking directly in Logan’s eyes. He wasn’t ready for another glimpse of his heart. Please, not yet. It was too unnerving...