BOX SET
Gay Shifters Fiction
Date Published: September 16, 2022
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cyclops (Watchdogs 1): Ray Miller was a misfit until he found his calling
in the Army. But an explosion in Afghanistan took his left eye and ended his
career. Set adrift, he turns to alcohol, until Sarge, an old army buddy,
shows up and offers Ray a job – as an assassin. Ray’s new career
takes off until he falls for Jared, a cop, and finds his life is on the
line. How long can he hide his secrets before the hitman becomes the
target?
Remus (Watchdogs 2): Jared is having nightmares that seem all too real, and
someone is stalking him. Ray suspects Sarge wants revenge, but he soon
discovers a more dangerous foe is after them. How can he protect himself and
Jared when their enemy is a wolf?
Odd Man Out (Watchdogs 3): Ray dreams of his wolf every night, and lives in
fear of the beast. Remus is the only man who can help Ray control his inner
wolf. But if they connect will Jared become the odd man out?
Excerpt: (R-rated)
Watchdogs (Box Set)
Gale Stanley
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Excerpt from Cyclops
Mission accomplished. A simple in and out job, take aim at the target and
pull the trigger. Now it was time to vanish, lie low and keep my head down.
I usually played by the rules, but tonight I didn’t want to be alone.
Danger is an aphrodisiac and I was one anxious horndog. I didn’t sniff
trouble in the wind, so I went to Jared’s apartment, where I could
keep my head down and suck his cock at the same time.
My digital car clock said three am when I pulled into a dark spot behind
Jared’s building. He’d be asleep, so I let myself in with the
key he’d given me. I shed my clothes in the living room and left them
on the floor. I wanted to slip into bed beside Jared and surprise him. Quiet
as a church mouse, I opened the bedroom door. A floorboard creaked as I
stepped over the threshold. The light came on, blinding me for a few
seconds.
Jared sat up and looked daggers at me. “Do you know what time it is,
Ray?”
I grinned sheepishly. “Time to get busy?”
“What were you doing until 3 am?”
“Missing you.”
“Right.” Jared threw a pillow at me. “Go home,
Ray.”
I picked up the pillow and walked over to the bed. “Don’t be
such a sourpuss.” I tucked the pillow behind his back. Yawning, I
scrubbed a hand through my regulation cut, two inches of hair on the top of
my head, and tapered down the sides and back. I like to leave a little for
Jared to pull on. The thought made my dick even harder.
Jared lay down and put an arm over his face. “I have to get up for
work in a few hours. Lock the door on your way out.”
I sat on the bed and slid my hand under the sheet. Jared’s limp dick
didn’t budge when I made contact. Damn, he really was pissed.
“Okay, go to sleep. I’ll just lie next to you.”
“I don’t want you here, Ray.”
My temper rose, but I tamped it down. I have a short fuse but I try to
lengthen it around Jared. A few slow deep breaths calmed me down. I pulled
Jared’s arm back and stared at his face. His eyes were closed and it
was hard to tell if he meant what he said. “Look at me,
babe.”
Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. God, he was gorgeous. Honey brown hair
framed high cheekbones and emerald green eyes.
“Come on, babe, you know you don’t mean it.”
Jared and I had been together for eight months, and I’d gotten used
to having a steady fuck, or as steady as it could be in my line of work. I
didn’t see Jared as much as he would have liked, and the longer we
were together, the harder it was to explain my absences. But, nothing
worthwhile came easy and I was determined to keep him. I liked knowing Jared
was there when I needed him. And right then, I needed him bad.
“Yeah, I mean it. Get out.”
“Maybe I can change your mind.” I pulled the sheet off his body
and played with the sexy smattering of light brown hair between his pecs.
The trail continued down his belly leading to a neatly trimmed bush and
still flaccid cock.
He was the light to my dark, in appearance and character. We would have
made a striking pair before my injury. I ruffled Jared’s hair. His cut
wasn’t much longer than mine, a cop cut. A vision of Jared in his
dress blues flashed through my mind. I’d jacked off to that image
countless times. Who didn’t love a man in uniform? Suddenly an idea
popped into my head.
“You’re right, babe. I shouldn’t take you for
granted.” I stood, but instead of leaving, I walked over to the closet
and took out his uniform. “Put your blues on and punish me. Handcuff
me to the bed, spank me, plug me –”
The ghost of a grin played on Jared’s lips. “You crazy
fucker.”
“Exactly. I’m crazy to fuck you.”
No lie there. I never got enough of Jared. Still, if it had been up to me,
we’d never have hooked up. I wasn’t stupid. I knew it was a bad
idea to fuck a cop.
About the Author
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and
pencil.
Some things never change.
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