[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]

James Nash was shocked to walk into his mother’s house and discover his mate, Donovan Morgan, waiting there. He’s even more stunned when he learns that his new mate isn’t even gay. Having lived in the closet all of his life, James isn’t quite sure what to do about it. Especially since he and Donovan can’t seem to keep their hands off of each other.

Taking a chance that they were meant to be together, James and Donovan try to give their mating a try. But, before they can truly explore their new relationship, a madman bent on proving a point shoots Donovan.

Between crazy situations, crazy killers, and even crazier relatives, Jim and Donovan strive to find a middle ground in their lives together. But, when Donovan is called home by his alpha, the chance to work on their relationship is the least of their worries. Keeping each other alive may prove to be harder.

This extended version has been extensively rewritten and is at 53,500 words. (The short version of Man to Man at 17,400 words is available in Tasty Treats, Volume 3 Anthology.)

A Siren Erotic Romance

Man to Man (MM)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
I liked this revised version of Man to Man. There were a few editing errors as 20% in on my Kindle Nate called Jim by his mate's name, Joe. But other than that, I enjoyed this installment in the series. Any chance will be seeing Virgil's story soon? *g*
This is the only series I have ever been able to read out of order and still love so much. Excellent read

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Donovan froze as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up at the deep, raspy voice coming from the other room. His cock had gone instantly hard at the sweet sound. He was afraid it was going to break through his jeans.

Donovan wanted to know who the hell was it coming through the door, and why was he having such an intense reaction to the sound of the man’s voice? He had never experienced anything like this in his life, not from any girl he had ever dated or any girl he had ever slept with.

So, why this voice?

Donovan watched as pair of long legs encased in tight blue jeans came into his line of sight. He lifted his head slowly, almost afraid to move too fast, moving up past the thick muscular thighs. His eyes paused at the tight bulge that said the other man was having nearly the same reaction as he was before moving on up past the flat stomach and nicely chiseled chest hidden behind a tight shirt to a smooth square jaw.

But it was the man’s smoky, gray eyes that held Donovan spellbound. One look and Donovan knew he was hooked. Hell, he was obsessed. He was looking into the eyes of his future, his mate—and he was a man.

How fucked up was that?

Fate had mated him to another man. Donovan could barely wrap his mind around that. He had meant it when he said that he had no problem with Maryann’s son being mated to another man, but him? That was another story altogether. He couldn’t be gay.

He’d never even been with a man. He wouldn’t know the first thing to do with one if he did have him in bed. He had only been with women. Guess that was about to change. Now that he had found his mate, anyone else was off-limits.

Donovan just had to decide what he was going to do with his very male mate.

“Oh, James, you made it,” Maryann said as she quickly got to her feet and went over to hug her son. “Any word?”

Donovan got to his feet also, having been taught manners by his mother. At least he remembered that much of what his mother said. However, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the man in Maryann’s arms. For some reason he couldn’t fathom, he wanted it to be his arms the man was in. His jaw almost dropped when he realized that he was jealous.

How weird was that?

“This is my son, James,” Maryann said as she introduced them. “This is Chase and Donovan Morgan from the Shasta Pack. Their alpha sent them down here to help us keep Nate safe.”

“I’m Chase.”

Donovan watched as Chase, almost in slow motion, reached out to shake James’s hand. He clenched his jaw and quickly suppressed the possessive growl building in his throat. It wouldn’t do to show his hand before he had a chance to talk to the man.

When James turned his gaze to Donovan, he felt a hundred butterflies take flight in his stomach. This was his mate. He was about to touch his mate for the very first time. He could barely keep his hand from trembling as he held it out.

“I’m Donovan. Donovan Morgan,” he said, hoping that his voice sounded steady to the others in the room. He knew from the slight widening of James’s eyes that he had heard the deep drop in his voice.

“James. James Nash, but you can call me Jim,” he said just as he took Donovan’s hand.

Donovan’s hand did start to tremble the moment Jim’s warm skin touched his. Had he felt the electrical shock that shot through their palms when their skin touched? Did he feel the bond that was instantly forming between them? Was he as confused by it as Donovan was?

“Jim,” Donovan replied, nodding his head. He held Jim’s hand a moment longer, looking deep into Jim’s smoky gray eyes before reluctantly releasing it. He didn’t want to let Jim go, but he knew he had to. He could see Chase was beginning to look at him strangely out of the corner of his eye.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Donovan asked, tearing his eyes away from Jim to look over at Maryann. He needed to escape for a few minutes to gather his composure. He felt flushed, hot. Hell, he felt achy.

“I’ll show you where it is,” Jim said quickly, stepping out of his mother’s arms to lead the way.

Donovan followed behind him, his eyes dropping to the rounded ass walking in front of him. Damn! If he was going to have to be mated to a man, at least it was a man with a nice ass. He had always had a thing for tight asses, and the one in front of him seemed to be very tight. Donovan couldn’t believe how much he wanted to find out if that was true. His hard cock thumped against his zipper, adding its agreement with that plan.

When Jim opened a door and walked in, Donovan was surprised until he realized that it was a study and not the bathroom. He followed him in, shutting the door behind him. He cautiously watched as Jim walked over to a small wooden cabinet and quickly poured two small drinks. He grabbed them and turned. His hand was shaking as he handed one of the glasses to Donovan before drinking his down.

Donovan wondered if Jim was feeling the same aching need that he was. It was mixed with a whole lot of confusion about the entire situation and sprinkled with fear. Donovan was so out of his depths that it didn’t even bear saying.

Setting the glass back down on the counter, Jim stared at Donovan intently for several moments before shaking his head, an amused chuckle breaking through his lips. “While I prefer men, I’m not out of the closet,” he said.

“I’m not gay,” Donovan replied, quickly drinking down the brown liquid in his glass.

Jim laughed nervously. “Well, it looks like that is about to change for both of us.”




Taking a deep breath to calm himself, and to get rid of the raging hard-on pressing against his zipper, Jim started for the door. No matter how confused or horny he was right now, he still had a job to do.

Just as he reached the door, however, it swung open. Jim looked up in surprise to see Donovan standing there, a fierce look on his face. “Donovan, what—”

Jim’s words were muffled when Donovan took a step forward, shutting the door behind him before reaching for Jim. His arms went around Jim’s waist to pull him closer as his lips descended over Jim’s.

Jim was frozen, unmoving for a moment, shocked at actually kissing another man intimately before the erotic feeling of Donovan’s lips on his overwhelmed him. He grabbed onto Donovan, wrapping his arms around his neck, curling his fingers into the soft hair at the nape of Donovan’s neck.

Oh gods, this was why he was gay!

His lips parted, and he allowed Donovan entrance, groaning as their tongues met for the first time, brushing against each other. Donovan tasted sweet, just like Jim thought that a mate should taste. Jim’s body trembled a little as he realized what he was thinking. Donovan was a man, and at the moment, Jim didn’t care. He could go on kissing Donovan for hours.

He felt Donovan urge him backward, guiding him until the desk came up behind him. But Donovan didn’t stop pushing until Jim was lying back on the desk, the man’s slightly larger body covering his. Jim looked up at Donovan in bewilderment as he lifted his head.

He was shocked to see that Donovan’s deep-hazel eyes had turned a dark coppery brown. They were smoldering with desire as Donovan gazed down at him. Donovan’s lips were red and swollen, slightly parted. His chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing. He looked delicious.

Jim wanted more. He wanted everything Donovan had to give, and then some. His mate looked down at him with desire in his eyes, and he wanted more, much, much more. He finally felt like he could let go and be the person he was meant to be, be with the person he was meant to be with.

“Donovan,” Jim whispered as he pulled Donovan’s lips back down to his, attacking his mate’s mouth the moment their lips met. Jim’s cock hardened even more as he heard Donovan groan. Oh gods. Jim shuddered. He could hear that sound for the rest of his life and never get tired of it.

Jim was so immersed in kissing Donovan that he jerked, startled when he felt Donovan’s hands grab his ass through his jeans. His eyes widened when Donovan lifted his head and looked down at him in query. Jim grinned. He knew exactly what Donovan was asking, and he knew exactly how to answer his mate. He parted his legs and let Donovan’s body settle against his hard erection before pulling his head back down.

When Donovan’s hand moved around to cup Jim’s cock through his jeans, Jim thought he was going to come right there and then. He never felt so alive in his life, so close to the edge of an orgasm. He just knew that if Donovan would touch him a little more, kiss him a little harder, he could come. And he never needed to come more than he did right then and there.

Reaching down with his hand, he pushed Donovan’s out of the way and quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He was thankful that he hadn’t had any clean boxers to put on that morning and went commando when Donovan’s hand immediately encircled his cock and began stroking him.

Jim tore his lips away from Donovan’s. He panted heavily as he looked up at Donovan in desperation. “D—Donovan, need more,” he pleaded in a husky voice, his hand brushing against the hard ridge of Donovan’s pants. He hated having to beg, but surely Donovan understood his need.

Dark, copper eyes stared down at Jim for just a moment before Donovan reached down and unbuttoned his own jeans. Jim groaned when Donovan grabbed both of their cocks in his large hand. Jim’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head as Donovan started stroking them together. The feel of Donovan’s hot, rigid skin against his own made Jim’s breath hitch in his throat.

He reached upward and pushed Donovan’s shirt up to his neck, his fingers moving to his nipples to pull and twist them. He could hear Donovan’s small moan at his action, feel it in the quickening of his strokes, the way his lips latched onto the skin on Jim’s neck.

As Donovan’s teeth raked across the soft skin between his neck and shoulder, Jim knew that he wanted Donovan to bite down, to sink his long canines in and claim Jim as his mate. But, he knew if Donovan did that, there would be no going back for either of them.


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