The Spirit of Sage Collection, Volume 1 (MM, MMM)

Spirit of Sage

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 92,482
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In Legacy of Lost Souls, Thomas Tyler Mattison was a Chicago detective, shot in the line of duty. Now an amputee, he heads to Two Spirit Ranch after an invitation from his ex-partner, Pace. He finds his old childhood friend, Cody Horton, all grown up, sexy as sin, and retired from life as an Army Ranger.

Thomas has loved Cody since they were children, never imagining anything would ever come of it since he always thought Cody was into the fairer sex – how wrong he was! Their passion ignites in a hurry, as they deal with the aftermath of a cult’s last vicious act – the destruction of the nearby town of Sage, Wyoming.

Acting as construction foreman, Cody has the tough task of rebuilding a town destroyed by evil, rebuilding it on hope and the legacy of lost souls. Cody learns all about the art of man-love, with a man he’ll love forever.

In Breaking New Ground, Alfie has known and loved Mason for ages, but was too young to do anything about it. The pair have been tiptoeing around each other for years. Now in his early twenties, Alfie finds a new complication has arisen—a snow leopard shifter named Jason who was captured by the cult, the Will and the Word.

After being released, Jason has kept a low profile. Sweeping in under the radar, he captures Alfie’s attention, and now Alfie has to make a decision. Who does he choose? Taking the plunge, Alfie allows himself to be swept off his feet by both sexy shifters. All three help to establish a brand new bed and breakfast in the town of Sage, Wyoming, a town broken by the cult, but now reborn.

Not everyone is happy, and an old family feud rears its head as four young wolverine shifters, victims of the cult themselves, drag Alfie, Mason, and Jason into their ongoing troubles. Will the cult’s influence ever really end?

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The Spirit of Sage Collection, Volume 1 (MM, MMM)

Spirit of Sage

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

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Word Count: 92,482
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“This place is taking shape,” Thomas Tyler Maddison told his old friend, Cody, his Bronx accent pronounced, reminding Cody of his childhood in the Big Apple. Thomas’s ebony skin contrasted beautifully with the dazzling smile that stretched his mouth, which turned wry as he stared at the construction work going on around them. “Who’d’ve thought, after our beginnings in the city, we’d turn into country bumpkins?”

His deep laugh rolled out when Cody flipped him off, unoffended by his old friend’s response. They had grown up in the same neighborhood, had shared the same school and ended up joining the fire service after graduation. Then their paths had split, after three years of Cody’s marriage to his wife ended, the loss of his son adding fuel to the destruction of a union based on lies. Cody had joined the military, leaving his old life behind for good. He’d made the rank of sergeant quickly, spending a decade and a half patrolling the world’s hot spots. Thomas had never found that special someone, his heart already spoken for, and he’d waited years for the one person he’d been in love with for most of their lives to come back. He’d known Cody was the one from a young age, but had never felt any gay vibes, except for that last, passionate kiss when they’d said good-bye all those years ago, so he had remained the man’s best platonic friend instead. He’d never regretted the decision.

“Well, Tommy, I don’t mind the quiet life,” Cody teased, his hazel eyes amused as he looked at his buddy. “Small towns are so quaint, aren’t they? Full of merriment and bonhomie.”

Thomas bellowed out a laugh again, clapping a big hand on Cody’s shoulder and giving him a nudge with one bulky shoulder. “Yeah, right.” He chuckled. “When you find that quiet life, you let me know. Since I’ve been here, in the wilds of Wyoming, there hasn’t been a quiet moment yet. You and your boys attract trouble like nobody else.”

Cody wrapped his hand around Thomas’s large bicep, patting his arm firmly. “Tommy, this is quiet for this neck of the woods. You should have seen us last year!” He laughed, too, enjoying the banter.

His friend had been there through all the childhood capers he’d gotten into. Then they’d lost touch while he ran from an unfaithful wife and the loss of a son who had turned out not to be his. He knew he could have called his best friend but had elected to kick ass with the military. There he’d met with more kick-ass than he ever imagined to see in a lifetime, meeting his crew as young men and watching them grow into men who remained lifelong friends. They were men he would gladly die for…and had taken bullets for a couple of times. More importantly, he had killed for them, defending them against the evils of war, and backing them up when they’d all retired and moved up here to Wyoming, on the eastern edge of the Grand Tetons National Park.

For the past three and a bit years they’d all lived at Two Spirit ranch, owned by his old captain, Joe McKellar, completing all the planning and designs for the town there, sharing a house together. He and Thomas stayed in town now, the place a speck on the map that if you blinked you’d miss it…until a mad cult leader and his henchmen had blown the place to smithereens, and half its residents after a nearly three-year battle to uncover their operation. The cult, the Will and the Word, had built up a network of criminal activity, kidnappings, child torture, and drugs and gun running, to name but a few of their illegal activities. Their favorite target of choice was shifter kids. Last autumn they’d finally managed to put the cult’s plans to rest and were well on the way to completing the reconstruction of Sage.

As foreman of the operation, he was ably assisted by Thomas, who helped with the endless paperwork for building codes and zoning applications. Plus, the applications made for new businesses. Cody enjoyed coordinating the workers in their various tasks, a huge headache since they weren’t just in charge of one building, but an entire town.

Thomas suddenly winced, rubbing his knee, which had Cody looking at him with concern.

“Are you okay?” Cody asked, keeping his hand on Thomas’s arm. “You’ve been standing for too long. I’ll get you a seat.” Without waiting for a reply, he ran over to the dining hut, a cook shack with a big awning attached, and returned with a white plastic chair, which he guided Thomas into.

Thomas looked at Cody, amused at the man’s overreaction. The man may not be screaming gay vibes at him, but he had the whole mother hen routine down just fine.

“Baby, I’m okay, just a little twinge is all,” he said, laughing outright when Cody waved his hand, poo-pooing the excuses. Thomas tried out the endearment, just to see how Cody would react, and the guy flushed slightly…Thomas was pleased he’d gotten a reaction, however slight. He’d waited years for Cody, and soon he planned to reap the rewards.

“You were severely injured, baby, just a few months ago. If you weren’t so stubborn about walking everywhere instead of using the wheelchair occasionally, you wouldn’t be so sore all the time.” Cody sounded grumpy now, which had Thomas smiling even more, because Cody had said “baby” as well, however sarcastically. Progress at last.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you cared,” Thomas replied, clutching both hands to his chest melodramatically.

Cody had an intent look in his eyes, something Thomas hadn’t seen before. “Thomas, I’ve always cared about you. I’ve just never known what to do about it.” He flushed bright pink, looking embarrassed as hell, then muttered something about checking on some delivery of paving flags and strode off quickly.

Thomas’s mouth remained open, bemused and amazed as he watched Cody leave.




Thomas nodded, pressing a light kiss on Cody’s lips, nuzzling his cheek with his nose. Cody half sobbed, turning his head to follow the caress as Thomas eased back. “Don’t stop,” he begged. “I want you, Tommy. So fucking much. Don’t stop. Love me—I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

Thomas’s hold tightened, his hands moving south, cupping Cody’s hard, rounded buttocks and squeezing gently. Cody gasped, feeling his cock go from semi-plump to raging horndog in an instant. He’d calmed down a little, so his dick had softened. Now it came back to life with a vengeance. “Baby, whatever happens, I’ll be here for you.” Then his lips covered Cody’s, his tongue pushing for entry.

Cody bucked against his friend, opening wide and tilting his head to the side, the kiss turning sloppy as they devoured each other greedily. He felt his shirt dragged down and off, felt thick fingers pinching his nipples sharply and bucked again, breathless and so hot he was about to self-combust. He’d never felt this way with anyone else. Lovemaking with Marissa had been vanilla to the extreme, lights out and missionary position all the way. This was explosive and sexy and hot as fuck. Thomas kissed like a dream, his mouth spicy, his scent musky, his arousal an aphrodisiac that kept Cody’s libido buzzing and his cock ready to fuck.

Thomas began to pepper kisses all over Cody’s face. Trailing up the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, and then both eyelids before moving south again. Avoiding Cody’s gasping mouth, he followed a scorching path across his jaw, rasping against whiskery skin, then on down, lapping at damp throat muscles before finding the broad, hairy chest. Dark brown nipples pebbled under his sexy explorations, Thomas licking and biting and kissing the little nubs until they were aching, each caress sending a shock wave straight to Cody’s swollen dick.

His chest heaved with each hard gasp of breath, and he whimpered as he watched Thomas’s dark head lower even more, carefully sinking to his good knee as he delved in between each ripped ab, into Cody’s belly button, then swirled just above the waistband of Cody’s sweats.

“Now, baby, what do we have here?” Thomas growled, mouthing the thickness bulging against soft fabric. “This is a beautiful fucking thing,” he said, pulling at the sweats, then tugging them down to Cody’s ankles.

Hard and dripping, Cody’s cock slapped Thomas’s chin as it bounced upward as soon as it was freed, spraying pre-cum across Thomas’s cheek. Thomas gave Cody an upward glance through silken, dark lashes, locking his eyes on to Cody’s, then nuzzling at the hard, moist length that swayed enticingly in front of his face. “So fucking beautiful,” Thomas grunted, mouth opening wide. Cody yelped and jumped when his cock was swallowed in one. Thomas deep-throated him on the first try, and Cody lost it right there, his spunk shooting out as Thomas’s throat muscles massaged the spongy head of his cock.

“Fuuuck!” Cody whimpered, bucking his hips, fucking Thomas’s mouth gently. He began babbling when Thomas eased off, then lapped at him, enveloping Cody’s sac between moist lips as he nibbled his way down Cody’s plump, veiny cock, rolling his balls around with a talented tongue. “Oh, God,” he groaned, feeling Thomas’s hand on his ass, sliding down his sweaty crease, brushing against his virgin hole.

“So fucking tasty,” Thomas approved, turning Cody to face the sink. “I love how responsive you are. I love how I made you come so fast.” Cody yelled out when he felt his cheeks parted, then Thomas began licking at Cody’s clean, moist hole. Cody felt light-headed, his head falling back on his shoulders, spreading his legs even wider. Thomas was driving him insane. The man’s agile tongue was everywhere, licking at him, loosening the tight ring of muscle guarding his shy little chute, then going in for the kill and punching through, fucking him like his tongue was a mini penis.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” Cody snarled the words, grabbing his cock, which was at full attention again, and jacking himself urgently.

“Allow me,” Thomas said, nipping Cody’s cheeks one by one with his blunt teeth. Cody shuddered, eyes closed in tortured bliss as Thomas gripped his cock and began pumping him firmly, both their hands traveling together, bringing him to the brink of orgasm. With a deep chuckle, Thomas dove for Cody’s hole again, driving deep with his tongue until Cody emitted a loud, shrill scream and came for a second time. Hot spunk sprayed the cabinets, pearly white ropes lashing the varnished wood until he thought he’d pass out.

With a final lick, Thomas rose onto his one good leg, parking his cock at Cody’s crease, sliding it up and down. “Lube?” he asked, nipping Cody’s neck lightly. Cody waved vaguely with his hand, and Thomas gave a deep, amused chuckle. “Never been rimmed before?” he asked, turning Cody’s head as he reached for a bottle of vegetable oil on one shelf. Cody shook his head, eyes still closed tight. He heard the snap of the top, the sound of oil being slicked onto something, then felt greasy fingers playing at his loosened hole.

“Never been fucked before either,” he confessed, barely able to breathe. Right now he wanted to melt into the carpet since his legs were struggling to hold him upright.




Alfie had once been an inmate of a vicious cult known as the Will and the Word, now defunct, and he was only just now learning about the art of living as a free man—or in his case, shifter. He was a leopard shifter, and smaller than the average cat, but fully capable of holding his own if he had to.

His thoughts focused back on the task at hand, and he stared at the apple selection again, shaking off memories of those dark times when he’d had no choice about anything. The cult had pretty much taken everything from him—even his innocence. That was years ago, though, and he smiled as he thought of Mason again, then frowned as another man clicked into his head. Jason Hastings, the brother of his friend John. Both were snow leopard shifters and as badass as they came. Jason had been captured by the cult, but only for a short time. He’d been at the ranch for as long as Alfie had, and recently Alfie had started noticing the long, seductive glances, and his heart and body had responded accordingly. His emotions were a little confused, since he’d been attracted to Mason for so long, he felt almost guilty for fancying Jason as well.

He reached for a golden delicious apple, ready to place it in a paper sack, and touched warm fingers instead, jumping back with a yelp. His eyes slid upward and to the side, meeting a warmly amused turquoise gaze. Jason Hastings. The man was big and beautiful and a total fox. Jason’s brother, John, ran the bakery-come-coffee shop nearby, and lived at Two Spirit Ranch. Jason and his sibling were total predators but seriously cool, too. This was the first time Alfie had seen Jason in town since the reconstruction had begun, since he lived at the ranch a few miles from town.

“Hey, Alfie,” Jason said with a seductive grin, placing the apple in Alfie’s grasp, one finger stroking sensuously along the back of his hand before releasing the small leopard shifter. Alfie flushed to the roots of his hair, jerking away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” Alfie stuttered, swallowing hard as he inhaled the man’s delicious scent. He smelled musky and spicy and hot enough to fuck. Alfie’s eyes widened. He’d wanted Mason for the longest time, and now he was having palpitations and hot sweats over this man too at the same time as he was lusting after Mason. He was in serious trouble. He knew Mason liked him, had heard him say as much. They were taking their time, not wanting to rush things, getting to know each other. Alfie was getting a little frustrated though. He wanted to jump that jaguar’s bones in the worst way.

“Are you okay?” Jason asked, one hand coming up to cup Alfie’s soft cheek. Alfie leaned into the touch, his eyes half closing as the man’s scent surrounded him.

“Alfie, Jason,” a voice growled from behind. Mason.

Alfie looked at him, saw something flash between Mason and Jason, something that looked like pure lust. Then he watched as their eyes fell on him, green and turquoise zeroing in on him, and saw that flash again, aimed right at him.

Mason moved forward, his big body all taut muscle and sexual heat. The two big predators smiled in unison, and Alfie gave a whimper, feeling his cock harden to granite as they surrounded him with the scent of their arousal, his own flooding into the heady brew until he was light-headed.

“Jason and I have been talking,” Mason said huskily. “We’d both like to get to know you better, if you have no objections.” His nostrils flared, his eyes darkening with desire. “I think you have feelings for both of us, is that right?”

Mason’s hands caressed Alfie’s slender arms, his nose nuzzling the top of the smaller shifter’s tousled, brown head with its shaggy mop that stuck up in all directions. Jason moved in behind, and when Alfie looked up, sandwiched between their big, sexy bodies, they smiled again, the twin looks promising him a world of pleasure.

Alfie’s senses went up in flames, and he knew he was in trouble. A deep, sexy mess of double trouble.

He closed his eyes and moaned, wanting to sink into their warmth, wanting them to sear him with their heat. He felt two sets of lips drift against his skin, one on his cheek and the other caressing his neck. He felt like he was perched atop a precipice, not knowing what lay at the bottom, but knowing whatever happened, it was sure to be the ride of his life. He felt two heavy cocks jutting proudly, letting him know he pleased the two big men, and stepped off the precipice.

He was tired of being afraid of everything, and wanted to break new ground, wanted to fly free.

He felt their arms go around him as he nodded, belatedly responding to Mason’s question, and knew this was his time to soar.




On his back, completely naked, Alfie lay in the center of the big bed, his fingers clutching at the quilt, mouth open and his face contorted as though he was in agony. Mason slowly unsnapped his jeans, watching as Jay lay between Alfie’s slim legs, his big body naked and beautifully muscled, his tanned skin rippling as he lapped sensuously at Alfie’s smooth skin, eyes closed as he purred with each taste.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Jay growled, without opening his eyes, “I couldn’t wait.” He went back to lapping at their mate’s body, his tongue rasping over the shallow grooves of Alfie’s abdomen. Soft whimpers came from Alfie, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Come and play with our little mate,” Jay invited, his tongue diving into Alfie’s belly button. “He tastes absolutely delicious.”

Mason gave a low growl, slid off the rest of his clothes, then crawled up the bed, coming to lie beside Jay, stroking his hand down Alfie’s inner thigh, nipping at the younger man’s flesh behind his knee.

“Oh, God, you two are going to kill me,” Alfie moaned, his cock a vivid red, swollen, and dripping pre-cum, lying against his taut, ripped belly.

Jay chuckled, licking around the plump, mushroom head of Alfie’s dick that twitched in reaction, making his way down between Alfie’s legs. Pushing them wide, with Mason assisting, he gave a low sound of approval as he invited Mason to view the gorgeous sight winking up at them.

“He’s so beautiful,” Mason sighed, licking two fingers and sliding them along the little shifter’s moist crease, pressing at the tiny rosebud, rubbing it delicately until Alfie was writhing helplessly. “Baby, you smell so good,” he said, sliding up, wanting a taste of Alfie’s mouth. “Give me your mouth, sweetness,” he begged, and Alfie moaned, turning his head, eyes unfocused and glittering with shards of gold and green. Mason leaned down, his fingers still playing at the man’s hole, opening over that succulent mouth, diving inside with his tongue, and groaning long and low as he felt Alfie’s spicy flavor explode on his tongue.

“You look good together,” Jay approved, and Mason felt the man’s fingers join his between Alfie’s legs, pressing against the ring of guarding muscles and sinking inside to the first knuckle. Mason felt Alfie flinch, felt him gasp and swallowed the sound hungrily.

“There you go, beautiful,” Mason said, feeling the moment when Alfie relaxed, and pushed in with one of his own fingers, probing the sleek heat of his lover’s body, feeling the muscles close around him, sucking him inside. “Hmmm, so tight and warm, taking us inside this gorgeous ass.” He sucked on Alfie’s tongue, purring.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Alfie said, panting, as he lifted his mouth from Mason’s, nipping at the jaguar’s whiskered jaw, then licking at the slight sting. “I can’t believe that I’ve known you both as friends and never knew I could have you both here with me as lovers. I didn’t know you’d both want me like this.” He whimpered as Jay sank his finger farther into Alfie’s welcoming chute, Mason mimicking the action. The pair began to stretch their mate between them, then Alfie let out a shrill yelp. Looking down, Mason saw the young leopard’s cock engulfed inside Jay’s warm mouth and watched with fascination the look of utter bliss on the snow leopard’s gorgeous face, heard the purr emanate from his chest.

“Fuuuck!” Alfie cried, hips bucking in reaction, then he began to move in a steady rhythm, fucking Jay’s mouth.

Mason knelt on the bed, beside Alfie’s, and guided his uncut, engorged cock to Alfie’s lips, slapping the dripping tip against his lover’s mouth, teasing him with droplets of his musky essence before he slid his length inside. Alfie immediately clamped down, sucking and licking, humming with pleasure. Mason’s head fell back at the feel of his mate’s sexy mouth pleasuring him. He began to thrust with shallow strokes, groaning loudly, then swinging his leg over Alfie’s chest, removing his finger from his mate’s hole and lifting the man’s head in both his hands, then began to fuck with more force. “Take my cock, baby,” he begged, feeling the exquisite suction drawing out more pre-cum, feeling the wet heat along his thick length.

He felt strong hands on his back, felt warm lips against his backside, then the rasp of a wet tongue along his crease. “So fucking sexy, Mason,” Jay growled, his tongue pushing at Mason’s hole, causing Mason to slow his rhythm inside Alfie’s beautiful mouth. Alfie’s hands came up, gripping Mason’s ass, and parting his cheeks. Mason snarled out his pleasure as he felt Alfie’s thumbs press the outer edge of his hole, then Jay’s tongue pushed inside, stabbing in and out like a mini penis.

Mason cried out, feeling his balls draw up before he spurted into Alfie’s hungry mouth, his release hitting hard. Alfie groaned, jerked, and Mason smelled the pungent aroma as the young leopard came as well, heard Jay’s grunt of pleasure. “I need to be inside you, baby,” Jay pleaded and Mason moved aside, stroking the mess of cum on Alfie’s abs as he lay beside their mate, feeding Alfie’s own load to him, then sharing a spunk-filled kiss as Jay knelt between Alfie’s splayed thighs.

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