Three
Hearts
By Grace R.
Duncan
Cover by Jess Small
72k words
M/M
Paranormal/shifters
Pre-order available 2/3/2017
Release date: 3/3/2017
Liam Scott is sick. That’s not supposed to be
possible. As a wolf shifter, he’s supposed to be able to heal. The omega gene
he was born with means he’s capable of carrying shifter young and Liam is
worried that whatever is wrong will mean his one-day hope of having pups will
be dashed. But despite the fears keeping him away from the doctor until now, he
knows he needs to go.
It turns out the sickness is temporary, but the treatment causes a whole other problem.Mason’s alpha gene means he’s one of very few wolves who can impregnate an omega male. For two years, he’d been watching Liam, but things kept getting in the way. When Liam shows up in heat, Mason recognizes the opportunity he needs and doesn’t hesitate make to Liam his mate and the father of his pups.
Excerpt:
CHAPTER 1
Liam
When the alarm went off, I smacked it into submission,
then burrowed farther into my pillow. The last thing I wanted to do was get out
of bed. Despite knowing I had to have slept, I had absolutely zero energy. I
didn’t remember waking up overnight at all, and I knew I’d lain down by ten and
fallen asleep pretty fast.
I gave in to a moment of self-pity. As a wolf shifter,
I wasn’t supposed to be sick. I wasn’t supposed to be able to get sick
with common things. And if I got sick, I was supposed to be able to recover
within a day or two. Our injuries never lasted more than a day or two, and that
was only if it was severe. We didn’t get diseases, especially human ones. And
if we did manage to contract some kind of bug that attacked wolf immunity, our
bodies killed it quickly.
There were rumors that a form of cancer had started
hitting the wolf population. That scared me more than a little, especially
recently, with whatever was wrong with me. It was one reason why I hadn’t yet
gone to the doctor. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what they’d tell me.
Because I was also not a typical male shifter. I was
one of a rare type the Idiots That Be named “omega.” I didn’t know if they
found it ironic or what when they borrowed the name from the humans’ faulty
knowledge of wild wolves. But omega was definitely a misnomer. It used to mean
“weak.” The bottom of the totem pole, as it were, in a wolf pack. I was on the
smaller side, but that was no more indicative of my strength than my light
brown hair was.
Omegas are as strong as most other wolves, as fast as
any of them. We’re not looked down on—for the most part—by other wolves, or
made to be the last to do or get anything. Sure, there are always some who
insist we’re inferior. I suspect it’s mostly jealousy, though that wasn’t
always easy to remember when I was the one being picked on.
No, what made us unique was that omegas could carry
and give birth to our young.
Like the female wolves, omegas went into heat once a
month, usually for four days around the new moon. Sometimes more or less; it
was as individual as human females were. We wolves, omega and female alike,
took a form of birth control that suppressed our heat. I had no idea how it
worked with our metabolism, but apparently the shifter scientists knew a lot
more than me. So, as the new moon approached, I took a pill twice a day and
voila—no heat.
Which was good because going through heat sucked.
It was the worst horniness imaginable. I could jack
off constantly for that four-day period and it didn’t relieve me. I
could stuff my ass full of dildos and nothing helped. The only thing that would
was the one thing I hadn’t let myself do—find an alpha male to breed me.
Yes, we had alphas. It was a genetic marker in their
blood, not much else. Most of them were a bit bigger than the rest of us, some
a bit stronger. But it wasn’t a huge difference. And I hadn’t yet met an alpha
with the kind of asshole attitude that’s so frequently portrayed in fiction.
They got named alpha because they were discovered first. Alpha males
were the only ones who could impregnate an omega, which was probably because of
that genetic marker. And while the scientists understood it, I didn’t.
The rest of the wolf population didn’t have a specific
designation. If you weren’t an alpha or omega, you were just a plain ol’ wolf.
But even though I wasn’t ready to mate yet, I did want
to have pups someday. So I was scared to death of what a doctor would tell me.
What if something was wrong and I couldn’t have them?
I was going to have to put aside my fear, though. It’d
been going on for two months now. Despite shifting on the full moon—we had no
choice; we were forced through the shift—and exercising when I could, running
at other times, I hadn’t gotten better.
I was exhausted. All the time. I got cold at the drop
of a hat.
And I’d been forgetting shit. Stupid little details,
that were driving me crazy. It had to stop.
About
Grace
Grace Duncan grew up
with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of
which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that
imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what
has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own
right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set
up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry
kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves
research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any
number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing
fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even
dabbling in art.
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