Cover Reveal & Excerpt – Devotion by Grace R. Duncan

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DevotionFSWill Tanner realize he’s wrong and claim his mate before Finley’s devotion is gone?

Published by Dreamspinner Press
Release date: September 11, 2015
220 pages
Cover artist: Reese Dante



Finley Cooper is tired of waiting for his destined mate to be ready to claim him. In deference to human laws, he’s already agreed to wait until he’s eighteen. But now his birthday has come and gone—and his mate has a new set of excuses. Finley doesn’t understand it any more than his wolf does, and he’s beginning to wonder if fate made a mistake.

Tanner Pearce wants nothing more than to claim his mate, but he worries that Finley is too young. Tanner will never forget what happened when his best friend mated at Finley’s age, only to have that mate end up feeling trapped and breaking their bond. While rare, it can happen, and the fallout Tanner witnessed as his best friend tried to deal with the break has haunted him for years.

When Finley finally has enough, he threatens to find someone who will claim him if Tanner doesn’t, and Tanner realizes he needs to come to terms with his fears or risk losing his mate forever.



Finley fumed silently in the passenger seat the whole way back to his parents’ house. He was tired of waiting. Two years of being put off by his mate, the one the fates had chosen for him. Two years of intense sexual frustration—jacking off provided very little relief—knowing who he wanted, who he should have, but not being able to have them. He wasn’t about to go fuck someone else, not when he had a mate—even if he didn’t have the man—but he was tired of not having him, of not having anything.

Two years of watching the one person who wasn’t supposed to be able to walk away from him… walk away from him. Time and time again.

He held on to his anger as long as he could. He wasn’t going to give in to the other stuff until he was in his room, away from his parents and sisters, and Tanner had left again and was far enough away that it wouldn’t transmit over their bond. He’d always bemoaned the distance limitation of it, loving that feeling of connection, however light. But now he was glad for it because he couldn’t let Tanner know how all this was feeling. He couldn’t. He could not let Tanner see how much it hurt to be rejected over and over and over again.

He was beginning to wonder if Tanner really wanted him. He didn’t understand why Tanner couldn’t see that he could get all those experiences and still be mated. That he didn’t want those without Tanner. That he wanted to be with Tanner when he succeeded in school, wanted to see Tanner’s pride in him for doing well.

He knew, eventually, Tanner was going to be alpha, and, as the alpha’s mate, there’d be responsibility to go with that. But Tanner’s father wasn’t anywhere near ready to step down. It would be quite a few years before that was even an issue. As long-lived as they were, Tanner’s father, at forty-two, was still considered young as far as shifters go. They had time for that.

So he couldn’t figure out why. Tanner’s excuses were just that: excuses. The only thing Finley could get from them was that Tanner didn’t really want him and hadn’t figured out how to tell him yet.

Oh, he knew Tanner wanted him physically. The few times he’d managed to get Tanner to kiss and make out, he’d certainly felt Tanner’s response. Like in the club, Tanner was usually as hard as he was. But he couldn’t get so much as a mutual hand job out of the man, much less anything more.

He didn’t understand it. He did get why they waited until he was eighteen before doing anything, even if he didn’t like it. There was no way they could end up in a human jail. Their wolves couldn’t take that kind of captivity, and when they spontaneously shifted from the stress… well, that just wasn’t going to work. So he’d waited, because he knew there was always the chance someone from the human high school he attended could call and even his parents couldn’t get them out of it.

But the waiting was killing him. Especially since he had a lot more invested than his dick. He’d long since fallen in love with his mate, long since added his heart to the mix. And knowing that love wasn’t returned was eating at him.

He’d started his little trips to the clubs right after he’d turned eighteen and Tanner had started giving his new excuses—college, experiences, the whole pile of crap. So Finley had decided he needed to try to push things, provoke something more out of Tanner. He wanted to see if he could get Tanner to do something.

But so far all he’d gotten was the occasional dance, like tonight, and more often, annoyed looks, a lot of sighs, and being dropped back off at his parents’ house while Tanner went home. Alone.

And Finley went to bed to jack off. Again.

He couldn’t even seem to get anything possessive out of Tanner. Tonight, his grabbing the blond guy’s hand had been the first time anything like that had happened. Most of the time, Tanner just grabbed him and dragged him out of the club.

Finley was tired of waiting. He was tired of dancing around this shit. He was tired of being put off. He was eighteen, hadn’t so much as touched another guy’s dick, much less had sex, and he was sick of it.

Most of their kind were mated at this time. He knew some were waiting longer, usually because they went to college and the like. And Finley might have happily gone off to college and taken another four years—if he hadn’t met his destined mate and this hadn’t felt so urgent.

But it did and he was going crazy from it. It was time to force the issue. If Tanner didn’t want him, it was time to find someone who did.

He wanted his destined mate. He wanted the man he was in love with. But he could, and would, sever the bond that they’d started and form one with someone new.

Someone who wanted him.

Maybe it was time for a change of scenery. No one else in their pack was gay, much less interested him. In fact, the only other two teenagers his age had both been jocks in school and very much not someone he hung out with. His grandparents had been hinting that they’d love for him to visit, and his grandmother—who didn’t seem to understand the age thing either—had been going on and on about this new “pup” in their pack who was gay.

When Tanner pulled up in front of Finley’s house, he couldn’t bring himself to say a word. He climbed out, slammed the door, and went in the house without looking back.

He called to his mother to let her know he was home, then took the steps two at a time. Once he was in his bedroom, he stripped to his boxers, curled up on his bed, stared at the ceiling. He listened for Tanner’s car to pull out of the driveway; then he’d give in, let the memory of their meeting fill him as it seemed to do so much these days. And once Tanner was far enough away, he could let the rest of his emotions out.

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About the author:

Grace Duncan grew up withgrace_nohate a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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Character Interview, Blog Tour, & Giveaway – Prickly Business by Piper Vaughn and Kenzie Cade


Hi, guys. Thanks to Charlie for hosting us today! It’s always a pleasure to stop by The Purple Rose Tea House. :)

Piper: We thought we’d do another fun post today and interview our main characters. For those who haven’t read the blurb yet, our characters are Dylan, a wolf shifter, and Avery, a hedgehog shifter. Dylan was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, but Avery is a transplant to Oregon from Louisiana. As you can see in the blurb, they’re estranged when the story begins, and as you can probably imagine their road to romance is riddled with potholes.

We hope you enjoy the interview and learning a bit about our boys! :)

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Dylan: *walks in and sits* Sorry we’re late. The brat had to spend an extra half hour in the bathroom getting ready.

Avery: *huffs and sits down next to Dylan* This kind of beauty takes time, honey. I can’t just throw on jeans and a T-shirt and stroll out of the house.

Dylan: It’s an interview for a blog, Av. No one can see you but Piper and Kenzie. *winks at Avery* And I’m pretty sure they’ve seen you at your worst.

Avery: My mama would tell you that if you’re not going to look your best, don’t bother leaving the house.

Dylan: You always look great.

Kenzie: Hello. Dylan? Avery? Interview time.

Avery: *stops shooting flirty looks at his mate and straightens up* Okay. Interview time. Hit me.

Kenzie: Well, first off, welcome. We know you two have had quite the go of it and we’re happy to see you here with smiles–for the most part.

Dylan: Glad to be here. *whispers* Even if we were fashionably late.

Avery: *shoves Dylan’s shoulder* Ignore him. He doesn’t understand that in the fashion world, we’re totally on time. Early even.

Piper: Well, now that you’re here, let’s get to it. I’m sure you’ve both got places to be. First question is from me for Dylan.

Before you met Avery, would you say you had a certain “type” for guys you were attracted to? Or did it just depend on the particular guy?

Dylan: *clears throat* Well, not really a type. More… willing. You met Chance, right?

Piper: Oh, yeah. We’ve met Chance.

Dylan: Yeah, so his opening line was “I’m bendy.” If that tells you anything.

Avery: *side eyes Piper, Dylan, and even Kenzie* I can’t believe you’d ask that with me sitting right here. And trust me, Chance’s “bendiness” has nothing on mine.

Dylan: I wouldn’t know. *winks at Piper* Give her a break, brat. She’s just doing her job.

Kenzie: Okay, well, thanks for that. We may need to explore your bendy ways later. For now, let’s move on. This one’s for you, Avery.

Besides shoes and records, is there anything else you collect? Underwear, maybe?

Avery: Well, I do have a nice stash of underwear, but I wouldn’t say I collect it. Maybe clothes overall? I like to go thrift shopping. I know you’re thinking of Macklemore right now, but I’m serious. You can find some great gems when you know where to look. My favorite jean jacket came from a secondhand store.

Dylan: He’s not kidding about the shopping thing. One time he talked me into going. Four hours and all he left with was a T-shirt. A T-shirt. I won’t go again.

Avery: See, he doesn’t appreciate what I call “strategic shopping.” You don’t just go into a store and buy things willy-nilly. Quality over quantity, Dylan.

Piper: All right, before we go off on that tangent, let’s keep the interview going. Here’s another one for Dylan.

If you didn’t design motorcycles for a living, what else would you be doing?

Dylan: Oh, Jesus. Who knows? I’d probably have been in juvie way back when. If not there, then building something. Working with my hands is what I know. It would also have to be something that could involve the guys I grew up with. We come as a package deal. Always have.

Piper: Well, it sounds like you’re doing what you’re meant to be doing, then. How about a question from me to Avery this time.

What was your favorite thing about growing up in Louisiana? Do you miss anything?

Avery: I miss some of my friends sometimes. There were a few hedgehog families down there, but there aren’t any up here. Hedgehogs tend to be solitary, but sometimes it’s nice to have someone around who gets what it’s like to be a hedgehog shifter. I loved New Orleans and spending time there on weekends, getting into trouble. And I like the respect people in the South have for their elders. Or maybe I’m just used to it, so the differences in other parts of the country stand out more. I just think that they’ve had so much more life experience, they deserve a measure of respect. It’s the only thing about my parents’ world that I agree with.

Kenzie: On that same note, what’s it like being a smaller breed shifter in a city of much larger animals?

Avery: To be honest? Lonely. Even being solitary, I think my human side wants to fit in sometimes. It’s hard when you’re the “prey.” I only have so much strength in that form, and though I’m stronger than an average human, I’m still a weaker species among shifters. I get a lot of scorn for it sometimes. People call me a rodent and make jokes. Luckily, I’m not exactly lacking in the confidence department. For the most part, I don’t let them get me down. I might be small but I’m scrappy. *grins*

Dylan: You are scrappy. *loops arm around Avery* And hopefully not as lonely anymore.

Avery: Definitely not lonely anymore.

Kenzie: You two are adorable. Okay. This is for Dylan.

Tell me who Avery is to you.

Dylan: He’s a brat. He’s stubborn and snotty. He can’t cook to save his life and he’s spoiled to the nth degree. *smiles down at his mate’s scowl* But he’s also the most caring, most giving person I’ve ever known. He’s like something I’ve always needed but never knew about. Avery just fit into my life and now I can’t imagine it without him.

Avery: *melts into Dylan’s side* Nice save, by the way. With the way you started, I was starting to worry I might have to send you to the couch to sleep tonight. *grins at Piper and Kenzie*

Dylan: It’s all those things I listed first that make everything else worth it. My life would be boring without your hardheadedness.

Avery: I don’t think our relationship will ever be boring. I think that’s why we work so well.

Piper: I think Kenzie and I would agree on that. Okay, here’s another for Avery.

How did you first get into yoga? Why not spin class or kickboxing instead?

Avery: First of all, I don’t do group exercise classes. I would literally melt into a puddle during a spin class. I can’t handle getting too hot. Also, well… I have a problem with stress shifting. There are times when if I get too worked up, I’ll shift without meaning to. I wanted something that both helped me stay in shape and helped me center myself. Yoga provided both of those things. Though, now that you mention it, kickboxing might not have been a bad idea with some of what’s happened lately. *coughs*

Dylan: Well, kickboxing certainly wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Kenzie: True story. That’s about all the time we have today. Piper and I would like to thank you for coming out today and sharing your… um… thoughts with us. As always it’s been a pleasure.

Piper: It definitely has. Thanks again to Charlie Cochet for having us today, and thanks to all of you for reading. If you want to learn more about Dylan and Avery, be sure to check out the book! We had a blast writing it, and we hope you enjoy our boys as much as we do.

Catch you later, and happy reading!


~Piper & Kenzie



Author Names: Piper Vaughn & Kenzie Cade
Book Name: Prickly Business
Series: Portland Pack Chronicles
Number: One
Release Date: July 27, 2015
Pages or Words: 97,000 words (approximately)
Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Mystery, Paranormal, Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Reese Dante


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Piper Vaughn Bio

Piper Vaughn wrote her first love story at eleven and never looked back. Since then, she’s known that writing in some form was exactly what she wanted to do. A reader at the core, Piper loves nothing more than getting lost in a great book—fantasy, young adult, romance, she loves them all (and has a two thousand book library to prove it!). She grew up in Chicago, in an ethnically diverse neighborhood, and loves to put faces and characters of every ethnicity in her stories, so her fictional worlds are as colorful as the real one. Above all, she believes that everyone needs a little true love in their life…even if it’s only in a book.


Kenzie Cade Bio

Kenzie Cade was born and raised in the South where she spends her days in the sometimes stressful field of private medicine observing interesting people and committing them to memory for later use. When she isn’t reading, experimenting with recipes, or being distracted by social media, Kenzie spends time with her family, friends, and the Pomeranian/Long-haired Chihuahua mix who likes to keep her company while she writes. As a young girl, Kenzie dreamed of princesses and their white knights. As an adult (or sort of adult), she dreams of princes and their proverbial white knights, which she attributes the fellow Arkansan S.E. Hinton and her novel The Outsiders. Writing to keep the fictional voices at bay, Kenzie enjoys the journeys her characters travel to find their happy endings, and she loves the challenge of writing a great love story.

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Author Interview & Excerpt – Caleb’s Avenger by Sydney Lain

Hello all! Grab yourself a cup of tea or coffee and please welcome the fab Sydney Lain who’s here to answer a few questions! 

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What did you enjoy most about writing this story?
I loved the character interaction. Caleb can’t read people and Laird tells a lot a lies. He doesn’t trust anyone. When Laird pushes Caleb away with lies, Caleb doesn’t always see it. That interaction was a lot of fun to write.

What’s a typical writing day like for you?
I wake up between 3:00 A.M. to 3:30 A.M to write before work; I get home between 5:00 P.M. and 9:00 P.M, so on some evenings I write. Sunday is my best writing day. My weekly goal is 5,000 words, which is higher than I usually achieve.

Do you have a designated writing area at home? What’s it like?
I’m all over the place. Sometimes I sit on the couch. Sometimes I sit at the dining room table. My cats likes to help the writing process by being there for me, so occasionally, I’m running from room to room to avoid them.

What’s your writing process like? Are you a plotter, a pantser, or both?
I started off as a panster. It took a lot longer finish a book. I had a lot of rewrites and more rough drafts, but I wouldn’t label my writing as a plotter. I’m leaning more towards that than a panster.

I start a Google doc. There I summarize each chapter. Not long summaries. About two sentences each. I don’t finish all the chapter summaries, but the beginning is always completed before I write the beginning and so on. I work on a three hundred-word description, too. That’s started before I start writing. I like to use a Google doc because it’s always with me. I can read and edit it from anywhere— on the grocery line, during lunch, at the car mechanic.

What do you do when you’re not writing?
I read and listen to audio books.  I also like nature photography.

Coffee or tea?
I never drink coffee. Hate the taste. Every morning, I start off my day with a cup of Green Tea.

What are you working on now?
I’m working on book 11 in the Space Warriors series. The main character is unlike the other warriors in the series. He’s tough, but scarred and a little more jaded.

What are you finding to be the most challenging part of being a published author?
I’m not good at networking. I’m introverted, so social networking was never my thing. I wasn’t on Facebook, but had a twitter account that I never used. At times, I feel like I’m fumbling through it.

What advice would you give to an aspiring author looking to get published?
Write everyday. Don’t give up. It’s hard to sit at a blank screen. I write through it.

What are your plans for the future? What more can we look forward to from you?
I want to write a story that deals with first love, losing that and then getting second chance. I write Paranormal and sci-fi, M/M romances. Elements of those will be mixed in. I’m outlining a holiday story, so I plan to start that soon.


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Caleb’s Avenger (Space Warriors 8)

Laird watched his family die. The tragic event turned him into a man obsessed with revenge. Determined to reach beneath the surface, Caleb tries to learn Laird’s secrets, but he ends up in mess after mess after Laird leaves him in the middle of different disasters. Will Caleb see through Laird’s lies in time to save his life?

“How about we go somewhere and talk about your hobby?” Mixed within the words was a promise for something more than a conversation.

Standing on the street and being shocked by the turn of events almost had Laird nodding, then following behind the warrior like some pet shop whore. The confusion wore off and he remembered the reason he was waiting.

“No. I don’t go anywhere with strangers.” This time he forced a glare. Laird just needed to keep reminding both of them that they were nothing more than strangers.

The stranger nodded in approval, which only annoyed him more. Like he needed this man’s approval for anything, but that’s not what bothered him. Laird had liked receiving it. How long had it been since someone complimented him?

“I’m Lieutenant Caleb Crestforth, the Defiant’s first officer.” He held out a hand. “And you are?”

The hand edged closer. He cringed back, acting like the approaching arm was a flaming torch that wanted to set his body on fire.

“Someone not interested in exchanging names with you.” His response met another of Caleb’s nods of approval.

“Good. Not a pushover.” Caleb gave him a half smile.

Now he was even more annoyed, not something he thought possible. “Look here. Others might appreciate your approval, but not me.”

Muscles flexed before Caleb folded both arms over his chest. Laird took a step back and waited for the fist, ready to drop to the ground to avoid it before running away.

“You think I’m going to hit you?”

He rolled his eyes. “I put nothing past you, stranger.” He let the word stranger roll slowly off his tongue. Laird might know this man’s name, but that wasn’t enough to make him anything more than a stranger.

Just before Caleb could reply, heavy footsteps stopped him.

“We found you.”

Laird froze. He recognized the cruelty without having to see the man’s face. He’d been so preoccupied with Caleb that he forgot to watch for the real bad guys. Three men approached from behind, and with Caleb blocking his front, Laird felt trapped.

This was all Caleb’s fault. He shook the blame away. Thinking like that wouldn’t help him. Besides, this stranger was a warrior and most likely Warsarian. Unlike Laird, if it came down to a fight, Caleb could take care of himself. Warsarians had a reputation of cold ruthlessness. They were the deadliest warriors in the universe. That gave him a wicked idea, but his survival always came first. He had two important reasons to get out of this mess alive and, hopefully, unharmed.

“Boss, they found us,” Laird said as he turned to face Caleb. He batted his eyelashes at the Warsarian. The shocked expression on the warrior’s face made him a little more devilish. He gave the warrior a mischievous wink before turning to the men that worked for Taurus.

“Go away before my boss”—not sure if the men were as stupid as all of Taurus’s lackeys, he pointed his thumb at the man behind him—“Caleb Crestforth gets angry. You don’t want to see him angry,” he warned, knowing full well that these men would be drawn in by his words and not chased away by the threat of death. Some people had no survival skills. Caleb was a fierce warrior. His mere physical appearance would’ve sent smart men running away.

The men stared at his “boss.” Their eyes narrowed as they ignored him and surrounded Caleb. Laird took a step back and placed Caleb between him and his would-be attackers. Men this stupid couldn’t see the dangerous warrior ready to rip heads off. Laird slowly backed away. He never wanted to face Caleb’s anger, and right now, he was the only one that Caleb should be angry with. Rather than wait for the warrior to figure that out, Laird continued backing up.

“What are you planning?” Caleb asked.

He gave Caleb a sad smile, but the warrior only had eyes for the threat looming closer. Laird liked the handsome, overfriendly stranger, but Caleb needed to learn not to talk to strangers. The world was full of men that would screw a man over like he’d just done.

“I’ll head back to our ship.” Then he added a larger nail to Caleb’s coffin. “The Defiant has everything onboard. Take your time and play.”

Caleb turned briefly to glare at him, but Laird wasn’t sure what made the warrior angrier. It could’ve been the way Laird tossed him to Taurus’s goons without explaining the situation, or perhaps it was giving away the name of Caleb’s ship.

Since the Warsarians had arrived with the Elvarian king, warships floated in space, orbiting above the atmosphere, and docked on the planet. Taurus’s men would look for the Defiant, but they had to search through a lot of areas to find it. If their attackers managed to escape, they’d go after Caleb’s ship. No matter the outcome, these men would spend more time trying to get the better of each other while Laird focused on fixing his ship and destroying Taurus.

Laird slowly backed up. He met Caleb’s glare and smiled. He mouthed the words thank you. The warrior rolled his eyes and nodded. Caleb wasn’t angry. He seemed to want him far away from the fighting. Now, he wanted to stay. Under normal circumstances, he might have done just that, but his two reasons for getting away were more important than anyone or anything else. As Laird turned the corner, Caleb, strong and magnificent, readied for battle. Taurus’s men didn’t stand a chance.

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2015NewAbout the authorSydney was born and raised in the Northeast of the United States. She loves to read fantasy, contemporary, and paranormal romance novels. After years of devouring book after book, Sydney started writing her own stories. She enjoys creating complex characters and throwing them together and letting the story write itself.