Less than two weeks until my MM shifter romance releases! I can’t wait for you to meet Seth and Dex. To contain my ridiculous excitement, I’m letting a little bit of the pressure out and posting another teaser excerpt below. Enjoy!
Coming March28, 2013
Professor Seth Dustin thinks he’s alone in the world, but when he meets another shifter, he’s forced to reevaluate his whole life. Dex Connor is gorgeous, talented, and male—everything Seth had no idea he wanted.
However, when Seth discovers Dex is keeping dangerous secrets from him, he must decide if he can forgive the man who has become his closest friend, the man who stole his heart. Seth never expected to find himself in the midst of a territorial fight with a rival clan. He doesn’t know how to deal with the jealous hostility of a woman who wants Dex for herself. Love is unexpectedly complicated, but is being alone better?
Rocker, shifter, mate: Dex is all of these, and more. Professor, shifter, loner: Seth wants more. When two shifters meet, instinct takes over.
Here’s a new teaser for you!
“Seth! Hey, I was wondering when we’d meet again.”
He stood up, trying not to stare at the man following on her heels. He had tousled brown hair tucked under a baseball cap. He wore sunglasses, which was just…bizarre. Seth glanced at the windows. Yup. Dark out. It was nearly 9 pm. Even as he frowned, wondering what was going on, the man took off his glasses, revealing the most intense brown eyes Seth had ever seen. He stared, struck by another man’s looks for the first time in his life. Damn, he’s pretty, Seth thought, somewhat embarrassed by the direction of his thoughts. The man hung back a bit, his expression resigned.
“Delia, hey. You’re in my library.” He yanked his attention off her companion and smiled at her.
“Can’t I go check out some books now and again?” she said, laughing. “Or is this a private library?”
Seth grinned. “No, no, make yourself at home in the most disorganized library on Earth.” He waved his arm expansively. “Be my guest.”
She snorted and turned to the man still lagging behind her. “Dex, didn’t I tell you hiding in here would be a good idea?”
The man sighed and stepped forward. “You have yet to convince me.”
Seth blinked. The man’s voice was butter-smooth and had a bit of a rasp that did weird things to his gut.
“Dex, this is Seth, the guy I met when I went for a run in the woods the other week.”
Seth raised his eyebrows. She’d made it sound as if they’d been running, as if for exercise rather than gallivanting around in non-human form.
“Seth, this is my, uh, friend, Dex.” She bit her lip, looking at him with a hint of worry on her face.
Seth mentally shrugged. He didn’t know her well enough to understand why she was acting so oddly. Maybe she didn’t want him to meet her boyfriend? He held out his arm. “Pleased to meet you.”
The man looked at Delia, then at Seth for a long moment, before slowly grasping his hand. His grip was firm and Seth felt a spark of heat run down his spine, as if he was about to shift, but then the man smiled and it was gone. “Likewise.”
Seth took back his hand and tried to resist the urge to shove it in his pocket. What was wrong with him? He didn’t usually react this way to people. “So, she dragged you in here, of all places? Were you looking for a book to read?”
Delia had a confused look on her face again. “We were trying to get away from the crowd of students. We were supposed to pick up the niece of a friend of mine, and we kind of got caught up in the crowd.”
Seth laughed. “Oh, yeah, it can get kind of crazy out there on Monday nights.” He rolled his eyes. “Not.” He waved to the seats in front of him. “Probably they were having some kind of movie night at the theatre. They do that occasionally. Sorry you had to shove your way through them. Did you want to sit? You can always tell her to meet you here.” He didn’t want them to go. Delia was the only other shifter he’d ever met, so he’d have been happy to talk to her regardless of who else she had with her. And, too, he wondered if the man was also a shifter. Stop staring, you idiot. You’re not going to find out by mooning over him, he told himself.