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Saturday, July 8, 2017

Smutterday Bonus!

It's another deleted scene from Seduced by the Tide. When I started writing this, Bryan hadn't divulged to me yet that he wasn't terribly experienced, so I wound up deleting a number of scenes wholesale and reworking things. So this scene is not edited and some stuff will have changed as far as plot and character go. Still fun, though, eh?

Seduced by the Tide

Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…  

Deke has yet to meet a man who gives him a rush. Coast Guard rescue has kept the dragon shifter busy, but there's no harder work than finding a mate. Then comes Bryan. Bearded and inked, the personal trainer turned mechanic smells of grease, sweat and red meat. How irresistibly human can you get? And when it comes to hot, slamming sex, they're the perfect fit. Now all Deke has to do is to tell Bryan what he really is, and what he has planned for them.

Bryan has never met anyone like Deke, a consuming lover with a body so arousing it damn near hurts. And he knows how to use every inch of it. Yet he can't shake the feeling that Deke is hiding something. Just not this—the stud he's falling for is a centuries-old dragon who has marked him as a mate.

Bryan has to admit that something inside him is changing. For the first time ever, he's satisfied, body and soul. If Deke really is telling the truth, this could be his destiny—if he's ready to face it.

Book two in the Dragon Soul series

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Deleted Scene:

“Please, you know that’s just because we need sustenance before we get back to fucking again.”

Bryan snorted at him, flipped the bacon and grabbed a carton of eggs. “Scrambled or fried?”

“You decide, baby. I am in your hands.” He sat back, relaxing, watching every move that Bryan made. God, he did have it bad.

Bryan cracked a bunch of eggs and started stirring, ass rocking as he did. Deke licked his lips. He was pretty sure bacon and eggs would not keep, but he didn’t even care, anymore.

“Did you want toast too?”

“No, baby, I just want you. Take the bacon off and we’ll eat it as is before jumping each other’s bones.”

“The eggs?” He saw the flush climbing up Bryan’s spine.

“Throw ‘em back in the fridge, throw ‘em in the garbage, I don’t really care. Just get your ass over here.”

He got a look from under the dark fringe of hair, Bryan twisting to show off those perfect abs, hard little nips. “What?”

“Oh, you heard me, but I’ll say it again. Get your fucking ass over here right now. Or I’ll have to come get you.” And that had an appeal of its own.

“I’m cooking eggs.”

Oh, a challenge. How fucking hot was that?

“If you put them on that stove they’re going to go to waste, I promise you.” All his muscles tightened, getting him ready to spring.


That was more than he needed to pounce, to wrap around his baby and plaster himself against Bryan’s back.

“Put. Down. The. Eggs. Turn. Off. The. Stove. And. Back. Away. From. The. Stove.” He punctuated each word, alternating between swats and bites.

Bryan’s hand was trembling as he reached out and turned off all the burners on the stove.

“Good boy.”

“Not a boy.”

“You’re my boy.” Everything in him was saying that, no matter how much he tried to ignore it or push it aside.

His teeth sank into the curve of Bryan’s shoulder, hard enough to bruise, and he drove against Bryan’s ass. He wrapped his hands around Bryan’s waist and tugged him back to meet him as he rubbed. “Gonna bend you over the counter and take your ass.”

He rubbed a circle around Bryan’s ass, pushing in hard. Take his ass, redden his ass, make him scream.

Stepping back, he pulled down Bryan’s sweats, and then his own. It made him growl a little, seeing Bryan’s naked ass. His. That was his. He reached out and grabbed Bryan’s ass, squeezed it hard.

“Spread for me, boy. Push your ass back toward me.”

Groaning, Bryan did what he asked without hesitation, without complaining about being called boy again, and that lovely butt pushed out, begging for him.

He swatted one ass cheek hard. “This is mine.”

Bryan didn’t answer, so he said it again, smacking the opposite cheek this time. Another groan sounded and Bryan pushed his ass farther back. Deke took advantage and began to spank Bryan, swatting his ass again and again.

“Look at you, dancing for me, asking for this.” He ached with how hot Bryan was. “I’m going to make your tanned ass look red, and then I’m going to take it, feel the heat of you against my hips as I fuck you.”

Bryan cried out, legs parted, balls swinging with each sway.

“So fucking hot, boy. You set me on fire.” He could feel the heat growing between his hand and Bryan’s ass as he continued spanking.

He snapped his fingers against Bryan’s crack, catching the tiny hole, and his boy stood up, going tall. He grabbed Bryan’s ass again and squeezed.

“Spread, boy.”

Bryan did and he groaned, pushing at the still swollen hole, Bryan was still slick and stretched from the night before.

He tapped it again, letting his fingers bounce off the swollen ring. The heat was incredible, and he wanted inside. Like desperately. Like they hadn’t already made love a hundred times over.

“Deke. Come on, man.”

“Are you begging me to fuck you?” He could enjoy a little begging.

“Encouraging,” Bryan countered.

Deke laughed at that, lining his cock up with Bryan’s hole and pressing against it without breaching it. “I should probably lube my cock up, if nothing else.”

“Uh-huh.” Still Bryan pressed back toward him.

“It’s in the bedroom,” he noted. “And we’re in the kitchen.”

“We are. Come on. I need you. Now.”

He chuckled, but it wasn’t funny how badly he needed to push forward and sink into Bryan’s body. Groaning, he went ahead and did it. If he was hurting Bryan, his boy would tell him.

When he pushed in, he discovered his boy was slick, ready for his cock. Oh. Oh, sweet slutty man!

“Naughty, naughty baby.” He pushed all the way in until his hips pressed up against Bryan’s ass.

“M-me?” Bryan moaned, head falling back against him.

“Totally you.” He pulled out, then shoved back in again, burying himself in the most perfect place on earth.

He established a nice, solid rhythm, opening Bryan’s hole again and again. Fuck, it was good, perfect.

Bryan was white-knuckled against the counter, holding on to meet his thrusts. He added his strength, pulling Bryan back into the cradle of his hips and staying deep, rocking hard, rolling his prick against Bryan’s gland.

He did it over and over, trying to drive Bryan higher than ever.

“Damn. You rock my world, Deke. I swear.”

“Ditto, baby. Absofuckinglutely ditto.”

Bryan moaned, ass clenching around his cock.

“Fuck!” He rocked faster, slamming in now and bashing up against Bryan’s gland.

“Yes.” Bryan’s cry was soft, but the pressure around his cock sure wasn’t.

He sped his movements, settling into a strong rhythm, and Bryan took every single inch of him. Still he wanted more, and he moved harder, needing to be buried deep inside his boy.

“Need you.” The simple words rocked him, all the way to the bone.

“Got me.” He was right fucking here, pounding into Bryan, making them one.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead between Bryan’s shoulderblades. Then he bit at one, teeth sinking in and staying there, holding on.

“Fuck!” Bryan’s ass worked him like a fist.

That’s what they were doing, in spades. With biting included. He roared around the flesh in his mouth, his fingers tightening on Bryan’s hips. He’d be leaving bruises there.

He swore he could feel Bryan’s heartbeat, pounding around him, through him. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted to do this forever. For fucking ever.

“Forever, Deakon-meine.”

Oh fuck. There was no way he could deny it now. He slammed in harder, snaking one hand around to grab Bryan’s cock. He pulled it, stroking like he was trying to light a fire.

It didn’t take long before his baby was screaming, begging him for more, for harder, for everything.

He gave it, he gave Bryan everything he could, driving them both higher and higher. This was his bonded. His soul mate. His own.

He couldn’t deny it or push it to the back of his head any longer. He roared again, the pleasure huge.

Bryan’s scream joined his, their passion knitting together.

“Come for me,” he demanded. “Come on my cock.”

With those words, his lover shot, holding his prick in deep. He roared again as Bryan milked his cock and he came, filling his boy with his come, marking Bryan deep inside.

His. His baby. His own.

He stayed buried inside Bryan, resting his head against the hot, sweaty back as he panted, working to catch his breath.

“That was...intense.”

“Yes.” He couldn’t deny that. He didn’t want to. It had been amazing. “Never felt anything like it before.”

“Me either.”

They were both so screwed. Eventually in a great way, he was sure, but in the meantime, not so much.

He pushed the thought away, wanting to enjoy the afterglow. He breathed in deeply, smelling the sweat on their bodies, his boy scent strong and male and wonderful.

Of course, the bacon smelled pretty damn good, too. His stomach growled loudly and he snorted. “Is that bacon still good?” It didn’t smell like it had burnt but he had no clue if the heat was still on under it or not.

“It is. Cook the eggs and I’ll go clean up. I’m a mess.”

He licked a line along Bryan’s spine. “I could do that. You want them scrambled?” Because it didn’t seem to matter how he set out to make them, they always wound up scrambled.

“They’re already scrambled, man. Just throw them on the heat.”

“Oh, cool. That’ll work.” He turned Bryan around and took a hard kiss. Then he made himself push Bryan away, smack that amazing ass. “Go on. The food’ll be ready in five minutes.”

“I’ll be cleaned up in less than that.”

He looked Bryan up and down. “Just making sure I commit dirty you to memory.” He chuckled as he turned his attention to the stove.

“You’re a butthead. Good thing I like you.”

His chuckles turned into outright laughter as he turned on the burner under the frying pan and poured in the eggs.

He really wished time would just stop and he wouldn’t have to go back to work or tell Bryan that he was a dragon and Bryan was bound to him now. Well, Bryan had kind of been tied to him to start with, what with being his soul mate and all.

He was going to have to talk to Jake again about divulging the secrets of the Beteferoce family to someone who didn’t even know dragons existed. In the meantime, he was going to have breakfast with his man and then make love to the man all over again.

He’d deal with the complications later, right? Right.

Today he’d just revel in what they had together.

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Smutterday - Making a Splash

As promised, here is a smutty excerpt for Making a Splash.

Making a Splash

After a scandal of Olympic proportions, Vince Dawson lost his job as a diving coach and is on a downhill slide. So when he sees Austin Brody at a local pool, diving like a trained athlete, he thinks he’s found his ticket back to the big leagues.

Austin thinks Vince is crazy for wanting him to dive competitively. He dives for beer and smokes, while working double shifts as a welder. Still, he’ll give training with Vince a shot.

But Austin isn’t willing to let Vince rule his life, and Vince—used to hopeful young athletes folding under pressure from him—finds Austin baffling… and hot. Even if they can work together and become more than friends, they still have a long way to go before they’ll be ready to compete.

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Smutty Excerpt:

 Austin looked up, eyes meeting his straight-on. “You full already?”

“For food, yeah.” Talk about being caught. He couldn’t have looked away if he’d tried. He didn’t try.

“I’m too tired to pretend I don’t want you. You’re gonna have to forgive me.”

“I’m pretty tired of pretending I don’t want you myself.” He took a breath, found himself swaying closer. “This is probably a bad idea,” he said softly, glance shifting between Austin’s lips and those eyes.

“Yeah. Shitty. C’mere. Kiss me.” Demanding little shit.

It made him smile, and he was still smiling as their lips pressed together. Oh, fuck. He was in deep shit. He could feel the contact down to his toes. Austin hummed and scooted closer, melting against him.

He slid his hands down Austin’s bare back, one coming to stop on that pretty jeans-covered ass, the other continuing to stroke along Austin’s spine. He licked at Austin’s lips, wanting in, wanting a proper taste. Spicy. Sharp. Male. Austin tasted good, mouth hot as those lips opened for him. Austin wrapped one of his hands around the back of Vince’s head, holding him, stroking lazy circles in his hair.

Sexy and hot, soft and hard in all the right places. Vince groaned as he slid his tongue through Austin’s mouth. He stroked Austin’s tongue with his own, fingers playing along Austin’s spine. The man might be a virgin, but he knew how to kiss, knew how to feel it and want it and show appreciation.

Vince let his eyes close and felt it right back, tangling his tongue with Austin’s now, his breath stolen. He tugged Austin closer, feeling that lean length pressed against him.

Austin shifted, moving to straddle his thighs, fingers framing his face. “Oh. Hey.”

“Hey.” He grabbed Austin’s ass with both hands and tugged him in so their pricks rolled together, the two layers of jeans maddening, delicious.

“Oh. Oh, fuck.” Those eyes went wide, Austin moving faster, pushing against him.

“Yeah, fuck.” He nodded and worked a hand between them, twisting open the button on Austin’s jeans. “Gets better.”

“Promise?” Long and hard, Austin was hung.

“Hell, yes. I promise.” He got Austin’s zipper undone and groaned happily as that heat pushed out into his hand. “Lots better.”

“Oh. Oh, fuck. Vince.” Austin’s head fell back, throat working, hips jerking and driving that prick into Vince’s palm.

“Sh. Sh. Hold on a sec. Let me….” He fumbled open his own jeans and brought their pricks together, wrapped one of his hands around them, and started working them together. “There. See?”

His only answer was a deep groan and the flush working its way up Austin’s flat belly. He leaned forward and grabbed one of Austin’s nipples between his lips, sucking and tugging on it, letting his tongue flick across the tip as his hand kept moving.

Austin went still, eyes watching him, lips parted. “Oh. Oh sweet fuck. I’m—I’m gonna. I can’t.”

“That’s the point, baby. Give it to me.”

He licked his way up, mouth closing over the artery where Austin’s pulse beat like a wild thing. Austin shot hard, hot, spraying over his hand, his cock, the smell rich and strong and sexy as fuck. Vince moaned, still working them, looking to keep Austin hard—the joys of youth.

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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Book Day Wednesday

Making a Splash is out today!  This is a reprint and I'd like to thank Dreamspinner Press for giving the book a new home and new life.

There's an excerpt here, and I'll post a smutty one on Smutterday!

Making a Splash

After a scandal of Olympic proportions, Vince Dawson lost his job as a diving coach and is on a downhill slide. So when he sees Austin Brody at a local pool, diving like a trained athlete, he thinks he’s found his ticket back to the big leagues.

Austin thinks Vince is crazy for wanting him to dive competitively. He dives for beer and smokes, while working double shifts as a welder. Still, he’ll give training with Vince a shot.

But Austin isn’t willing to let Vince rule his life, and Vince—used to hopeful young athletes folding under pressure from him—finds Austin baffling… and hot. Even if they can work together and become more than friends, they still have a long way to go before they’ll be ready to compete.

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Austin frowned, searching the bedside table. Man, it was bright for evening. Oh, man. Morning.


“Austin. Hey, there, it’s Vince. You ready to rock?”

“What time is it?” He blinked over at the clock, which was blinking 12:00. “Man, there a storm last night?”

“I don’t think so. It’s 9:00 a.m. Is something wrong? You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

“No. Damned lights went out. I musta slept all night. You find us somewhere to go?” He got up, went to shave, lighting up as he went.

Oh. Wow. Shaky.



“Yeah, I’ve got us a space. You sure you okay?” Vince sounded concerned.

“Yeah. Just need food. Slept through any sort of snack.” He usually had something around nine or ten. He grabbed a Snickers bar and munched away.

“I did some research. We’re good with the diabetes, but you’ve got to eat, Austin. Especially with the activity you’re going to be doing. Why don’t I come get you in a half hour—that enough time?”

“Uh-huh. Got a Snickers. I’m good. I’ll jump in the shower.” He grabbed his toothpaste, his toothbrush.

Vince snorted. “We’re going to have to have a talk about your diet, kid.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you in thirty.”

He hung up, jumped in the shower, and started soaping up. Too fucking bad he didn’t have time to jack off. Vince was a babe. A little old, sure, but hot. Fuck him raw. The guy was a stud—nice muscles, pretty eyes, good hands. A nice deep voice. And the man sure had a hard-on for diving.



For money and shit. Damn. It was weird as hell. A guy goes to the pool to goof off and ends up talking to a fucking Olympic coach.

He hopped out, grabbed a pair of trunks and jeans, and started drying off. There was a knock on the door, bright and cheerful somehow.

“It’s open.” He tugged the jeans on and started hunting for a T-shirt. Man, it was so laundry day.

Vince came in, looking good in a pair of tight jeans and a shirt, buttoned all the way up, tie around his neck.

“Man, you look good. Tie and all. Want a Pop-Tart?”

“Gotta impress the peeps.” Vince winked at him. “Snickers bars? Pop-Tarts? I thought you were diabetic?”

“I am.” He grabbed his glucometer, his syringes. “I’ll shoot up.”

Vince laughed. “Yeah, I’ll have a Pop-Tart. I’m serious about the diet thing. I’ll do your shopping for you if I have to—you need to be in top physical shape, and Pop-Tarts don’t cut it for breakfast if you’re working hard for eight hours a day.”

“You want brown sugar or strawberry?” He fished out the box, checked his sugars: 230. Bleh.

“Strawberry. We’ll go through the drive-through at Burger Barn on our way to the pool.”

Oh, excellent. Pop-Tarts and sausage biscuit. “Where are we going? Waco? Austin? The one here in town?”

“The one here in town. We’ll move on to the big leagues once we’ve got some sponsors.” Vince looked pleased. Happy made the man even hotter.

“’Kay.” He took his shot and scarfed down his breakfast and a glass of milk. Man, it was almost ten.
“You ready?” He had to be to work in twelve hours.

Vince licked crumbs off his lips and nodded. “Yeah. I can’t wait to put you through your paces.”

“That sounds ominous.” Not to mention fun. He stretched, back creaking and popping. “Let’s go play.”

Vince laughed. “I do like you, Austin.”

The truck was parked out front, and Vince got him settled, then headed around to climb in the driver side.

“So, what’s the plan, Stan?” He wasn’t sure what this whole thing was supposed to be like.

“I’m literally going to put you through your paces. You’ll show me everything you can do, and then we’ll sit down and decide what we need to work on. At lunch we can set up a workout/diving schedule and a menu. And I’ll go over my plan of attack for the sponsors with you, make sure you’re okay with the people I’m going to talk to.” Vince pulled out into the traffic and headed for the pool.

“Oh.” Okay. Good thing he got some sleep last night. “Cool. I don’t have, like, a gym membership or nothing. That’s cool, right?”

“I’ve got some weights at home, and you’ve got the trampoline—that’ll do for now. We’ll make do for a few weeks, and by then we’ll have the sponsors starting to throw us the money.” Vince winked at him as he parked. “I’ll get that contract to you tomorrow—you have someone who can look it over for you?”

“Yeah.” Uncle Jack had gone to paralegal school once. That would work.

“Good.” Vince put a hand in the small of Austin’s back and led him in. “So this place has a five-meter platform. You know how to dive from a platform?” There was a twinkle in Vince’s eyes that said the man was teasing.

“The nonbouncy diving board? Yeah. You can do tricks easier off those, but I like the bouncing too.” Hell, he liked diving. He liked the shock of hitting the water, the rush right before, the whole thing.

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Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Top Ten Tuesday

Today's Top Ten is all about food - this time my favorite cuisines or types of food.

Top Ten Favorite Cuisines

10. Thai - noodles with veg and tamari sauce and crushed peanuts. Yum.
9. Indian - I love me a good karma and naan is one of the best breads and is perfect for dipping into sauces
8. Italian - Alfredo sauce with lots of fresh garlic for the win.
7. Danish - my mom is Danish so I've grown up eating a lot of the traditional food, especially at the holidays.
6. Japanese - tempura for the win! Shrimp, veggies, it doesn't matter what as long as it's tempura'd I'll eat it. I like some sushi too.
5. Chinese - gimme a buffet and I'm a happy camper.
4. British - I love roasts of all kinds, but especially roast beef
3. German - I love me some schnitzel mit frites (mit being German for and)
2. Tex-Mex - I just love tex-mex food. Flautas, fajitas, nachos, burritos, enchiladas
1. Canadian - I eat this the most and enjoy it the most. Gimme a steak and fries, a burger, poutine, lots of veggies...

Now I'm hungry.

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Monday, July 3, 2017

Movie Monday

This weekend I watched Hail Caesar on Blu-Ray.

What a bizarre movie. Like truly bizarre.

Tell you what, though - I liked it. It made me laugh. It entertained me. I never wondered how much longer it had to go before it was over.

But man, very bizarre (which might have been why I liked it!)

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Sunday, July 2, 2017

Sneak Peek Sunday

For a Sneak Peek today I've got a bit of Bound by Thorns - the third book in the Dragon Soul Series. It will be out on September 25 and is available for pre-order at Amazon! Still loving all the covers in this series.

Bound by Thorns

Meet the Beteferoce brothers: five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…  

Park ranger Luke Beteferoce likes the quiet of the forest—a place he can be alone. The dragon shifter keeps himself busy maintaining his territory in the park…that is, until he meets ex-soldier Greyson Paulson. Suddenly, Luke finds himself thinking of all sorts of scenarios that involve Greyson. And with the kind of tension he's feeling, hot, sweaty, nonkinky sex is only the beginning.

While he's perfectly fine being left alone, Greyson finds he enjoys the company of the bossy yet tender park ranger. Soon, trying to fight the heat between them is a losing battle: he's ready to give in to the irresistible lust he feels for Luke. Greyson may not be ready to completely submit, but he still can't stop himself from following every command Luke whispers his way.

Luke hasn't felt this kind of connection and satisfaction with anyone ever before, leading him to discover Greyson's marked as his mate. But with Greyson battling his own limitations and lack of experience, it's going to take Luke more than hours-long hot sex to convince Greyson to stay and accept his destiny.

Book three in the Dragon Soul series is available for pre-order on Amazon.


The snow was whiter out here. In the city it turned gray so quickly; here it just built up around the cabin and insulated the world, leaving him alone with his whiskey and his private war.

Greyson had never been anywhere this isolated. It wasn’t a matter of his nearest neighbor being a certain distance away—he had no nearest neighbor.

The whiskey burned all the way down and he winced. He needed to grab wood. He needed to make a tin of soup. He needed to do a lot of shit.

What he did was sit and watch the snow.

The leafless trees made interesting shadows and he watched them moving, changing with the wind. That one there looked like a dragon, big wings flapping across the landscape. Then the next looked like a missile, and he closed his eyes against the memory of fire licking against him, of the shrapnel biting into him.

No. No. Eyes open. Focus. Snow. White. Cold. Implacable. The snow simply was.

Greyson took another swig of the whiskey and let it drown him that much more. Please, God, I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to dream.

A crunching noise made itself known, getting slowly louder, drawing near.

He frowned and stood on shaky legs, looking out the window. No one was supposed to know he was here. No one was supposed to be here. No one.

A guy geared up for the winter appeared, some sort of insignia on his sleeve. He kept coming toward Greyson and he didn’t disappear. Not a hallucination, then.

“Great. Fuck.” He made sure the door was locked, closed the curtain. He wasn’t talking to anyone.

The knocks on the door sounded like shots, breaking the heavy silence.

“Go away. I don’t want any.”

“Park ranger. Open up.”

Goddammit, he didn’t want to see anyone. He imagined “park ranger” was as good as “police” out here in the extreme boonies, though, and not answering the door was going to be more trouble than not.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He opened the door. Christ, he hadn’t changed clothes in two days. At least. “What can I do for you?”

“You can tell me who you are, what you’re doing here and how long you’re staying.” The voice was all growl.

“I’m just a guy. I rented this cabin. And as long as I want to.” He could snap with the best of them.

The ranger crossed his arms. “This land is a part of the park, so you’re in my territory. You respect that. You respect the land.”

Greyson snapped to attention and saluted.

Piercing dark green eyes narrowed. “Are you sassing me?”

Sassing? Really? Did he look like a fucking twelve-year-old? He’d been a fucking sergeant for Christ’s sake. “I am. I rented this place. I’m not hurting anything.” And he’d asked for their most isolated cabin when he’d made the arrangements. He hadn’t wanted to be bothered.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Yup.” It took the edge off the constant ache in his thigh and made the daily muscle cramps and shooting pains more or less tolerable. Not that it was any of this asshole’s business.

“Out here all by yourself? You might want to reconsider. If you forget to put on winter clothes when you go out—or even if you do, but pass out in the snow—it’ll kill you. And then there will be paperwork. I don’t like paperwork.”

“Paperwork. God forbid. I’ll try not to freeze to death on your watch.” He’d bet dying like that wouldn’t hurt.

“See that you don’t. I’ll be back to make sure of it. You got enough fuel? Food? Water?” The words were concerned, the tone more exasperated.

“I think so, yeah. Thanks.” Did he? How the hell did he know? He’d never done this before. But he wasn’t about to tell Dudley Do-Right that.

“You think so?” Dudley snorted. “I’ll be back. Try not to die before then.”

The guy was huge, and, Greyson imagined, intimidating, if he was in a place to be intimidated. Either way, Greyson wasn’t fucking impressed.

“I’ll do my best. Have a fab day.” Asshat.

That earned him another snort. “Ditto.”

“Yeah.” He closed the door with a click, locked it, and stumbled to his chair.

The crunching of the ranger’s footsteps faded away, leaving him alone in the woods once again.

Alone with his nightmares. Alone with the snow.

It was all he needed.

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