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Marked [MultiFormat]
eBook by Sean Michael
eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Cody can't help but watch Barker, even if he knows it's stupid, especially around the full moon. Even with sunglasses to hide his deformity, though, he can't keep Barker away from him, and he can't manage to say no when Barker calls Cody "mine". Barker has never agreed with the pack banishing Cody. So what if Cody doesn't fit into the narrow confines of what the pack says is normal? He should never have let Cody go, and he's not about to let his mate slip through his fingers again. Full moon or not, Cody is not your average werewolf. When the pack finds out he's back in town, the pack is concerned enough to stick their noses in. When they discover that Barker may have figured out how to solve Cody's shifter problems, the situation turns dangerous. The pack wants to make sure Cody's secret doesn't affect their entire way of life. Can Barker keep Cody safe, and make his mate understand that they're meant to be together?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, Published: www.torquerepress.com, 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2010
51 Reader Ratings:
 
Cody sat at the bar, steadfastly ignoring the shit going on around him while the whiskey burned from his lips all the way down to his belly. He was fucking tired of being alone, but he didn't really feel like trolling -- for tail or trouble, either one. Still, the walls of the shitty hotel room were closing in, weighing on his ass, and so he'd given up, grabbed his jacket and his wallet, and escaped.
This late, the bars were the only option if you didn't want to spend your waking hours in a twenty-four hour greasy spoon, and the idea of the smells there made Cody shudder, made his lip curl.
No. No, give him the whiskey, the driving beat, the crowd behind him moving to the music.
He caught the bartender glancing his way, nodded once. He knew the dark glasses seemed like a ridiculous affectation, he could read that on the man's face, but the man had figured out, after the first five-dollar tip, to keep his fucking mouth shut.
"One more, man?"
Cody bobbed his head to the driving beat. "Yeah. Make it a double." He slid a twenty across the bar.
The stool beside his was filled: someone tall and broad, who smelled all fucking male. He licked his lips, kept his eyes on the bar, even though his prick took interest in the scent. Not here for trolling.
"What'll it be?"
The roughest voice he'd ever heard answered. "Whiskey, no ice." A bill slid across the bar.
He nodded as his own drink was slipped over, the liquid splashing on his fingers. He hissed softly, licked his fingers clean.
He felt eyes on him, the man next to him turning to look. Then a second whiskey was plonked down, one big hand grabbing it. They drank together, and Cody finished half of the double with a couple of gulps before taking a breath. That eased the grind inside him.
His neighbor settled half sideways, and he could feel the man looking again. "Busy night."
"It is. Lots of folks."
"You're not looking, though."
He looked up, surprised at the words, at the growl. "Just wanted to be out and about."
"You could have called."
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