Wednesday, February 28, 2018

A New Excerpt from OFF-LIMITS #MM #Shifters @SirenBookstrand

OFF-LIMITS Sanctuary 1

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 21,584
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Paranormal Romance, shape-shifter, M/M, HEA]


When Quinn Hart’s best friend died, he became guardian to the man’s ten-year- old son, Noah Stone. So far, Quinn has been able to conceal the growing attraction he feels for Noah, but now Noah is twenty-two and returning home from college. Honor still holds Quinn back from revealing his true feelings. Their community of bear shifters consider reproduction a priority, and Quinn fears they would never accept a homosexual relationship.

Noah has always hidden his romantic feelings for his guardian, but now he’s a man, and his desire is stronger than ever. Unable to handle his feelings, Noah leaves Oregon for a position in a research facility. But when Noah arrives in New York, he discovers his employer is harvesting bear bile and he’s the new source.

Quinn is determined to find Noah. But can he admit what he really wants before it’s too late?

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It wasn’t the first time Marcus insinuated that Noah was gay. He was right, but Noah would never admit it. Not to Marcus, not to anyone. Not even to the man Noah was in love with.

Quinn was straight as they come, and even if he wasn’t, he’d still be off-limits. Noah was twenty-two, and it had been a long time since he thought of Quinn as his guardian. Unfortunately, Quinn still treated him like a child and insisted on micromanaging Noah’s life.

It had been Quinn who convinced Noah to go to college. Noah agreed because he thought his feelings for Quinn would lessen. Instead, absence made Noah’s heart grow fonder. There were gay guys at Oregon State University, but none of them gave Noah butterflies like Quinn did. It wasn’t just the thrill of forbidden romance, Noah really loved Quinn, but a future with the man of his dreams was impossible.

Noah’s only release was masturbation. Marcus jerked off, too, sometimes in front of Noah, but Noah pleasured himself in secret, jacking off to a photo of Quinn.

Noah retrieved the calendar from a hidden pocket in his suitcase. He flipped through the pages of Lumberjacks Exposed until he got to Mr. July.

Calendars featuring hot studs supporting their causes were all the rage. Firefighters, cops, and cowboys brought in lots of money, so last year Oregon loggers decided to do the same.

It had taken a lot of convincing to get Quinn to pose. He was a stubborn beast, and he didn’t like to bring attention to himself or their small community, but the proceeds went to a good cause, a forestry program. The loggers and the tree huggers were always at odds, and a big donation would smooth relations between the two groups. Quinn could hardly refuse. Luckily, the hordes of tourists that Quinn feared never materialized, and the bear shifters maintained their secrecy.

Butterflies danced in Noah’s belly just from glancing at the photo, but he wanted one more thing. Quinn’s old T-shirt, the one Noah kept in a plastic bag in his suitcase. Quinn would give Noah the shirt off his back, but Noah had swiped this one from the laundry hamper. It had a picture of a big, muscular lumberjack carrying a log and printed underneath were the words Lumberjacks do it with wood. Noah held the shirt up to his nose. It still smelled like Quinn—ripe with sweat and musk. The scent was a hell of a lot better than Marcus’s cologne.

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