OFF-LIMITS Sanctuary 1
Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 21,584
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic
Alternative Contemporary Paranormal Romance, shape-shifter, M/M, HEA]
Blurb
When Quinn
Hart’s best friend died, he became guardian to the man’s ten-year- old son,
Noah Stone. So far, Quinn has been able to conceal the growing attraction he
feels for Noah, but now Noah is twenty-two and returning home from college.
Honor still holds Quinn back from revealing his true feelings. Their community
of bear shifters consider reproduction a priority, and Quinn fears they would
never accept a homosexual relationship.
Noah has
always hidden his romantic feelings for his guardian, but now he’s a man, and
his desire is stronger than ever. Unable to handle his feelings, Noah leaves
Oregon for a position in a research facility. But when Noah arrives in New
York, he discovers his employer is harvesting bear bile and he’s the new
source.
Quinn is
determined to find Noah. But can he admit what he really wants before it’s too
late?
Excerpt
Home. Noah had forgotten how much he
missed the endless expanse of lush green landscape and the sparkling river. And
the trees. Especially the trees. When the leaves whispered in the wind, it made
Noah’s heart ache. Whoever had named their small town knew that trees were
sanctuaries.
But for all
that, home wasn’t a place, it was a person—Quinn. Noah could live anywhere with
Quinn. But a life with Quinn was as likely as a sharknado ripping through
Sanctuary.
Noah moved
away from the window and gazed at his reflection. The mirror was wall mounted
and speckled in places. The frame matched the wood dresser beneath it. A
handknitted brown and tan spread covered the crude pine bed. The room had been
decorated on a meager budget, but it was warm and comforting because Quinn had
handcrafted all the furniture himself.
Noah’s
bedroom hadn’t changed since he was a kid. Yesterday, when he’d first stepped
through the door, he’d felt the walls close in on him. As a kid, this room
seemed huge, but now that he was a man, he could see how small it really was.
It felt surreal like turning back the clock, but not in a bad way. If only he
could—
“Where’s the
man of the hour?”
The sound of
loud voices traveled up the stairs. More guests had arrived for the party. The
community was small, but when everyone attended an event, it could be
overwhelming. Noah checked his image in the mirror again. He’d already changed
shirts several times, and he still wasn’t sure that he liked the blue chambray
shirt he’d put on with his khakis. Why am I making such a big deal out
of this? He felt like Marcus primping for one of those stupid frat
parties. What difference did it make what color shirt he wore? Stop
stalling, he told himself. You can’t stay in your room forever.
Noah stood at
the top of the stairs. Below, friends and neighbors were chatting excitedly.
Noah had nothing to say to them. He would disappoint them. Anxiety made his
stomach churn.
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