Sometimes two isn’t enough for a happily ever after.
Shifters Roy Cocker and Bill Soreno have been together for years but they’d never become mates. Roy had not been able to fully commit to forever when a part of his heart belonged to a man he’d once left behind in San Francisco.
Now that man, Adrian Marlow, shows up in Harrington Hills unexpectedly and their world gets thrown out of whack. Roy can’t go through losing Adrian a second time, Bill’s instincts are sending him mixed signals—and Adrian? Adrian doesn’t want to get his heart broken again.
But can he really leave Harrington Hills behind after only one day? Or is there a way for the three of them to right the old wrongs, heal each other’s wounds and become something more?
About the Author
Megan is one of those people who dreamed of being a writer since they were a little kid and then didn’t do anything about it for years. Then as a teenager she was introduced to fandom and… well. She fell head first into it and never looked back. At some point she decided to try writing her own characters in her own stories. And that’s where she is today.
When she's not writing, Megan works as a psychologist and continues to learn the hard way that she can’t give all her clients their happy ending (she truly believes everyone can save themselves, though). That’s why she makes sure to give it to her characters, always.
She loves TV shows, books, fanworks and pizza (not necessarily in that order). But there’s nothing like getting messages from readers who enjoy her stories, so if you’re not sure it’s okay to contact her—yes, it is.
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Copyright © Megan Linden 2017. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.
Adrian Marlow was usually a pretty upbeat guy, if he said so himself, but the closer they got to Harrington Hills, the more sour his mood was becoming.
“I told you that you didn’t have to drive me,” Patrick muttered from the back seat where he‘d relocated earlier to try—and had failed at—catching up on sleep. Their road trip had been great and all, but they weren’t sleeping late most days.
“I told you I don’t mind.” Adrian shot his friend a glance in the rearview mirror. “It’s not like I have a place to be or a deadline to meet.”
The more times he said it, the quicker he should have been used to it, but after three weeks and counting since he’d walked out of his former employer’s office one last time, he still hadn’t gotten there yet.
“You could always drop me in the nearest town or—”
“Dude, what is it with you? I told you. I’m fine.”
Patrick gave him a look in the rearview mirror that Adrian pretended not to see. “You do remember I can sce—sense the anxiety coming off from you, right?”
Scent. That was what Patrick had been about to say and Adrian knew it. He grimaced. “Privacy, please.”
“Can’t help it,” Patrick said with his eyes closed.
If Adrian were lucky, maybe his friend would fall asleep soon—or preferably right this second.
But, no, of course not.
“Also, don’t change the subject. You obviously don’t want to go there, so why are you doing it to yourself?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to go there,” he protested. He wasn’t even lying—much. “I’ve read so many cool things about that pack in the last few years that I’d really like to see it. I’m curious about what makes them so famous.”
“Well, two women at the top of the pack, for one thing,” Patrick told him.
“That would make people talk but wouldn’t gather so much of a good reputation, so you know it’s something else,” Adrian said. They’d had this conversation before, but after they’d spent the last three weeks glued to one another, they were bound to circle around to the same topics.
And Adrian would much rather argue sociopolitics of the werewolf culture for the hundredth time than talk about why he couldn’t quite make himself pass on this visit.
The memories of bright blue eyes and a dimpled smile came back uninvited and Adrian clasped the steering wheel harder.
It might be the most masochistic thing he had ever done, but he just had to… He had to know. He had no desire to see the two of them together, but he hoped that learning Roy was mated, maybe even married, would finally let him move on.
“Whatever,” Patrick muttered, closing his eyes again. “I don’t care what special mojo they have. As long as they let me stay, I’m good.”
Adrian got no response but he didn’t expect one. For all Patrick’s bravado, he had to be stressed about moving across half the country in search of a new pack after being thrown out of the old one. Harrington Pack did seem like the best bet, but it was still a big change. One that Adrian, as a human, couldn’t even fully understand.
He stared at the road ahead. Everything that had happened in the last few weeks—leaving his job, packing up, the long road trip with Patrick—seemed to be coming to some kind of a resolution. It wasn’t going to end in Harrington Hills, not for Adrian, who had plans to continue heading east until he hit the coast, but something was going to happen there. He could feel it.
If he were lucky, he’d be able to free himself of his baggage before leaving the town. If not, he would leave heartbroken, after having an old wound scratched open again. But regardless of the outcome, Harrington Hills would be the last stop on his quest to have a real cleanse of his entire life.
If only his stomach didn’t clench as he passed the sign proclaiming Harrington Hills was only twenty-seven miles out.