Spread and Howl (MM)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 37,500
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Gardenne-Sur-Seine is an unlucky village. A monster known only as The Beast stalks the village by night, leaving bodies and widows in its path. Marius Lemarque, the village stonemason, has lost his family and his lover to this terror, and is determined to learn what The Beast is before he kills it himself.

Guillaume Bissette, the King’s Master of Hunt, also wants to find and kill The Beast. The King would like the head for his trophy room, and fulfilling the King’s wish will strengthen Guillaume’s position at court.

But when Marius and Guillaume join forces to save Gardenne-Sur-Seine from The Beast, they quickly find themselves entangled in a hunt that neither could have imagined, embroiled in a secret neither can disclose, and engulfed by a passion neither expected.

Be Warned: m/m sex, forced seduction

Spread and Howl (MM)
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Spread and Howl (MM)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 37,500
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Marius’s green eyes flicked down to Guillaume’s groin, lingering for only a moment before the stonemason nodded and pulled his smallclothes off, dropping them into the pile with the rest of his discarded clothes. His cock stood up straight, as alert as a guard dog at the palace gates. Guillaume looked away, turning his gaze to the fire as he took the last few steps necessary to cross the workshop.

He knelt in front of the fire, a few inches away from Marius, as though Guillaume truly intended to do no more than wash. Guillaume couldn’t stop himself from giving Marius a quick glance as he dropped to his knees. The man was a giant. An unbreachable wall of muscle, with a cock as large as the rest of him. Hands like dinner plates. A stone jaw and sharp green eyes. Arms like braided bread. Hay-blond hair falling to just below his jaw.

Guillaume was strong, lithe, fast, wealthy, and well connected, but less than a foot from the bulk of Marius, the warm smell of him, like salt and pine trees, none of that mattered. Guillaume reached for the washcloth floating in the basin with trembling hands. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Marius’s large, calloused hand closed over his wrist. Guillaume let Marius pull his hand away from the water and sucked in a breath as his palm met warm, velvety flesh.

In the woods with another knight, there was a bit of decorum about this. It was quiet, rushed, and egalitarian. You came in each other’s hands in the trees, and sauntered back to court from entirely different directions. In the brothel, there was a hierarchy and a price. He’d pay for the use of some skinny little thing’s mouth, shoot his load down their throat and be on his way with as little fuss as it took to buy apples from a cart in the street.

But this was not the Kingswood or a house of ill repute by the docks. This was not the castle.

There was wildness in Gardenne-Sur-Seine.

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