For his twenty-fifth birthday, Alec Savage gets the gift of a lifetime—the chance to meet his father for the very first time. What he finds upon his arrival in Washington, DC, however, is a smashed window, an empty house, and a scrawled note with only his name and a phone number on it. Panicked, he dials the number and talks to an uncle he never knew he had, one who insists Alec is in danger if he stays in the house. That’s when everything starts to get really weird.
Within minutes, he’s teleported all the way to nowhere Montana, in the company of the most gorgeous guy he’s ever seen, hearing about how he’s the latest mage in the Savage line. Alec doesn’t want to believe Rowan Bouchard, but it’s hard to argue with the reality of his new snowbound location or the confirmation from the uncle who greets him. He even thinks staying on the estate while they hunt for his father won’t be so bad if he has Rowan as eye candy.
Except Rowan is more than that. He’s a shifter, the most beautiful black panther Alec could imagine. And according to his Uncle Martin, he’s now Alec’s familiar, too...
Genres: Gay/Fantasy/Shapeshifter/Witchcraft/Magic/Exhibitionism/Public Places
Heat Level: 2
Length: Extended Novel (97k words)
Read a short excerpt...
...At the car, Rowan surprised him again. “Give me the keys.”
Alec jerked back. “What? I’m not letting you drive.”
“You don’t have a choice. You don’t know how to get to where we’re going.”
“Martin said to go to the airport.”
“That was before he went out of his way to send me.”
Rowan crowded him against the passenger door. Though the position trapped Alec as much as he’d been inside, the way Rowan stood, with only his hard thighs locking in Alec, would make them look like lovers to anyone who might be peeping out their curtains. It certainly felt intimate, stunning Alec into silence as he waited for whatever new threats were to come. No man he’d ever been with had short-circuited his senses so thoroughly, not Zander or even the economics professor who’d seduced him after his last final. Rowan was pure masculinity, filling every nook and cranny of Alec’s awareness until he displaced all else.
When Rowan shoved his long fingers into Alec’s front pocket, Alec gasped. His thudding heart lurched upward into his throat as the knuckles dragged along his hip in their downward search. Rowan’s rooting around stretched the denim over Alec’s cock, which prompted his wayward prick to start swelling to make up for the extra room.
Christ, this was the last thing he wanted, but how was he supposed to ignore the heat pouring off Rowan’s body into his own? Especially since Rowan seemed to be taking his damn sweet time finding the key ring.
He had to grit his teeth to keep from moaning like a bitch in heat when Rowan finally dragged the keys free. When the scrape of the metal across Alec’s raw nerve endings disappeared, he balled his hand into a fist behind his back to keep from grabbing Rowan’s wrist and shoving his hand back into the pocket.
Rowan stepped away, his features unreadable. “Get in the car.”
With his face burning, Alec scooted free, fumbling at his back for the handle. Embarrassment didn’t even begin to cover how he felt. Especially when his hard-on refused to vanish as he watched Rowan jog around the front of the car. The man knew how to move, whether it was defensively or from here to there, like liquid metal, all grace and sensually sleek.
“Buckle up,” Rowan said as he slid behind the wheel.
Alec obeyed, mostly because the seat belt would hide his erection. “When do I start getting answers instead of getting bossed around?”
“After one more thing.”
Rowan pulled a slim flip phone from a pocket and punched in a number before turning the key in the ignition. “We’re ready.” He set the phone on the dash without disconnecting.
Alec looked back and forth between them. This was getting weirder and weirder by the second, but he was sure anything he asked would get ignored.
An electrical sizzle emanated from the phone. A moment later, the back exploded, just like Alec’s had inside the house.
“Holy shit.” Alec gaped at the ruined remains, stifling the urge to catch it when Rowan started edging the car forward and it slid off the dash. Melted metal smeared across the gray felt mat at his feet before it came to rest against a McDonald’s bag he’d been using for trash. “It’s a good thing you don’t have an expensive…”
The rest of his commentary on Rowan’s cheap technology trailed off when he straightened. Because instead of driving down a sunlit street in suburban Washington, DC, they were pulling onto a narrow driveway under an archway of thick trees that almost completely blocked out the sky even though their branches were still bare.
Alec whipped around in time to see his dad’s house wink out of sight behind them. “Holy shit,” he repeated, this time staring at Rowan. “What just happened?”
“I just followed through on my promise to get you out of there safely.” For the first time, Rowan glanced at him and smiled. “You’re welcome...”
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