Interview with Author Hunter Frost

Hello all you lovelies! It’s my pleasure to welcome fabulous debut author Hunter Frost who’s stopped by to answer some fun questions about herself and her new release What Can Brown Do For You?–part of the Men In Uniform anthology from Torquere Press! 


1. Why did you decide to write M/M Romance?

It was a complete fluke that I even stumbled upon reading my first M/M Romance. I had been reading and writing a lot of M/F Romance and somewhere along the way lost my groove. I was struggling with the writing process and trying to figure out where I wanted to go with writing as a career. I just happened to read a short erotic western featuring two men as I browsed the web one day. I had never read anything like it before and thought it incredibly sexy! I wanted more. That’s when The Auspicious Troubles of Chance popped up as a recommendation on the site. I read the blurb and excerpt and bought it instantly.  I mean, come on, Jacky Valentine is a commandant in the French Foreign Legion. Uniform fetish here, you know? J I read it all in one sitting. By the end I was motivated to write again and excited to try my hand at M/M Romance. I wrote to Charlie about how much her book inspired me and the rest is history!

2. What did you enjoy most about writing this story?

I loved writing from the point of view of my main character, Sean Barlow. He’s an IT specialist who loves online gaming and most things you’d see at ComicCon. He’s snarky and self-deprecating, and definitely reflects my own geeky side. Movie references come easy to him and he made me laugh out loud with some of his inner dialogue.

3. What do you do when you’re not writing?

I have an 8-5 office job with the state of Nevada and I’m finishing up my MA in history. I study nineteenth-century British history so there will be a Victorian story on the list one day soon. Other than work and school, I enjoy watching movies, especially comedies, and exploring the many dive bars of Las Vegas. I also love to travel when I have the time. I’ve been all over the US and last year visited England and Wales. My next trip will probably be to someplace tropical.

4. What’s your writing process like? Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I’m a little of both – but I lean more toward plotter. I almost always come up with my characters first and then put them in situations that drive them as crazy as possible. I create a rough outline of the story and tinker with that for a while until it seems solid. Then I write. My first drafts are all over the place and I may change the outline, but eventually I complete that draft, do one big revision, and it’s off to the betas to tear apart. Once they get back to me, I revise again and polish until smooth.

5. What are you finding to be the most challenging part of being a published author?

Promotion. I hate bugging people on social media sites and tooting my own horn. I wish I could just do interviews like these J

6. Do you have a designated writing area at home? What’s it like?

My computer is hooked up to a big screen TV monitor at the foot of my bed. So, I write in bed with a wireless keyboard and mouse. It’s worked better for my productivity than a traditional desk because I need to be relaxed in order to write. At a desk I feel like I’m at work and stress overpowers my creativity. Only when my boyfriend wants to watch TV in bed is it a problem. On the plus side, if I get tired, all I have to do is lay down.

7. How did it feel to sign that first contract?

I cried. Not big, deep sobs mind you; a few happy tears. I accomplished something I had been dreaming about since high school, writing stories with my vocabulary words. I’m not sure I believed I could do it – that somehow life would get in the way and writing would fall by the wayside. But I proved myself wrong. I was relieved and excited at the same time! Now I feel like nothing can stop me.

8. What advice would you give to an aspiring author looking to get published?

Keep writing and keep completing your stories. You can only publish something that’s finished. That’s the hardest part. Once you have stories to share, the options are endless.

Talk to other authors, make friends, and join writing groups. The support I’ve received from other writers has been priceless. My writing buddies keep me motivated and moving forward and I don’t think this writing thing would be nearly as enjoyable without them. The M/M Romance community has been amazing as well. I’m forever thankful to be part of such a giving group of writers and readers.

9. Coffee or tea?

Either. I love them both! And though I’m an anglophile, I can’t handle milk in my tea. Blech!

10. What are your plans for the future? What more can we look forward to from you?

My plans are to keep writing M/M romance, and possibly some M/F romance, until I’m physically unable to hold a pen, speak into a microphone, or type out letters.

As for what’s coming up: I wrote a short story for the Goodread’s anthology, Love’s Landscapes, called “A Thoreau Affair” about a retired University professor and the irresistible student who finds his way back into his life. That should be out this summer.

I’m finishing up a novella to be submitted this month about an injured army veteran with PTSD and a physical therapist who helps him find the courage to heal.

I’m also working on the first novel in a contemporary trilogy set in Charleston, South Carolina. Some of the characters from those novels will include a sexy blues singer, a built police officer, and a Scottish Lord.

The remainder of the year should be a busy one, indeed! 


What Can Brown Do For You?


IT geek Sean Barlow lusts after the dreamy UPS guy who charms the ladies in his office with his roguish smile and sinful brown shorts. He couldn’t be more out of Sean’s league, even if by some miracle he was gay. But when a freak power outage finds Sean trapped in the elevator with his uniformed hunk, he learns first-hand that you can’t judge a UPS guy by the size of his package.


I made my way over to the break room, carrying a binder in front of me (I’ve learned my lesson) and an empty coffee cup to make it look like I had a reason to be there. Mr. Brown leaned over the front desk, chatting up nearly ten women at once. I propped myself against the door frame, staring at the curve of his tight ass in those shorts only he could look good in. Damn, he had a perfect, round rump, stretching the fabric in all the right places. The material came down nearly to his knee, exposing a tease of muscled thigh. His calves were lean and tan, and lightly dusted with dark hair that matched the midnight locks on his head. He held his cap in hand as he stood, giving me a generous view of his broad shoulders and slim hips, accented by the black belt around his tapered waist. The uniform accentuated the movements of his taut muscles, and I was mesmerized.

The women near him laughed and primped, trying to hold in their guts and push out their boobs all at once. He laughed, talking with them about whatever cheap floozies talk about. Jealous much? I sighed. I couldn’t judge them. I was exactly like them. Well, without the tits, or even the balls to enter Mr. Brown’s line of sight. He probably thrived on the girly attention and had any number of hot chicks to choose from every night. Smokin’ hot men like him, gay or straight, knew it, and used it to their advantage. Mr. Brown was no different. He could be as shallow and self-absorbed as he wanted to be. No one would care. I mean, look at him! Who would say no to that?

I poured myself some coffee and returned to my spot in the doorway. I blew into the cup before the steam could fog up my glasses. When I glanced up, Mr. Brown’s gaze had landed on me.

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Hunter lost a bet at a blackjack table and begrudgingly traded temperate Southern California for the sweltering heat of Las Vegas. There she resides with an extremely tolerant boyfriend and a fat little cat named after her favorite espresso, Latte. When she’s not dreaming of returning to coastal living, Hunter works on her MA thesis in British history and at her government day job. In order to appease her muse, she writes the kind of fiction that keeps her sane. She adores romance in all forms, but prefers her stories with two heroes that find their happily-ever-after with each other.

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M.D. Grimm – Amethyst: Bow and Arrow

Good day everyone!

My name is M.D. Grimm and I will be your host today.

I would really love to use this opportunity and talk about my soon-to-be released novel AMETHYST: BOW AND ARROW. It’s slated to be released in June.


This is Book #3 in fact, in my “Stones of Power” series with Torquere Press. The first two are: RUBY: LOST AND FOUND and PERIDOT: WAR AND PEACE. I am very proud of this series and hope to publish all 13 books I have planned for it.

To give a little background for this series: it is a fantasy series centering around a dark mage named Lord Morgorth and his dialen (think cross between the appearance of a Tolkien elf and the social/cultural structure of American Indians) mate, Aishe. Aishe is a sexy warrior with shoulder-length white hair, piercing green eyes, and a lean, well-toned body. Yeah, Morgorth is so freaking lucky. Aishe is also a superb archer and quite handy with a sword, among other weapons.

Here are the blurbs for Books 1 and 2:


Morgorth is a mage on the planet Karishian. There is little else he hates more than the Stones of Power – gemstones which were infused with magick by the first seven mages ever born. So when a sorcerer gets ahold of a major stone – a ruby – Morgorth has no other choice but to go after him. But, to his irritation, he is not alone. Aishe is a dialen whose tribe was massacred by the sorcerer and now he is on a mission of vengeance. The attraction is instant between them but Morgorth keeps his distance. Because of a traumatic childhood and a deadly destiny, he has no desire for emotional complications. But Aishe’s very presence challenges Morgorth’s resolve. 

Not only does Morgorth begin to admire Aishe’s strength and mind, but he begins to see him as a friend. As their hunt continues and their time together lengthens, their bond deepens as does Morgorth’s fear. If he becomes the monster that destiny claims he will, would he hurt Aishe? Would he harm the one person who saw right through him? Who accepted him wholeheartedly? Determined to not let that happen, Morgorth keeps Aishe at a distance but when Aishe is kidnapped by the sorcerer, what will Morgorth do to get him back?


Morgorth is known as the Dark Mage of the North. But now all he feels is light and love as he pursues a budding relationship with Aishe, a dialen of the Ravena tribe. Morgorth hardly believes his good fortune. He has allowed Aishe into his home, into his bed, into his heart. He laughs more, smiles more, and feels happier than he ever has before. 

He should have known such bliss never lasts. 

The Council of Mages, the ruling body over all mages on Karshian, knows he has Rambujek, a major stone of power — a stone won from a sorcerer. They also know his destiny — to become the Destroyer. Fearful, they send two emissaries to take the stone from Morgorth, using whatever means necessary. This includes tricks, threats to those under his protection, and the threat of war. A war Morgorth knows he would never survive. 

Conflict soon arises between him and Aishe. Their tenuous relationship is put into jeopardy, their very beliefs about themselves and their love is put into question. Morgorth doubts if he should keep Aishe in his life. Can he protect Aishe from the monster he might become as well as his enemies?

And here is the one for book 3:


Every story has more than one point of view. 

As the mate to the Dark Mage Morgorth, Aishe has learned a lot about magick, love, and himself. He tries to find a home with Morgorth, to be accepted into his world; to survive in a world full of magick, treachery and deception. But all the while he struggles to keep a secret about his past and their intertwined destinies. Despite all the obstacles thrown at both of them, Aishe is determined to stay by Morgorth’s side, no matter what the future brings — even if that future turns dark with death should Morgorth embrace his grim destiny. 

But when Morgorth leaves with his mentor to collect another stone of power, Aishe is left behind. It is then that a surprise attack comes and Aishe, determined to protect and defend his new home, decides to take the invaders on by himself. It might prove to be too much for him to handle… especially when he learns the one who leads the invaders is a mage. 

The third book in the “Stones of Power” series allows us a glimpse inside the mind of Lord Morgorth’s better half, a dialen named Aishe: his motivations, his personal sorrows, and his struggle to find a place to call home.

…interesting, right??

The first two stories are exclusively from Morgorth’s POV, so it was a challenge and an experience to write in Aishe’s POV. I didn’t know him as well as I did Morgorth, and I went through several revisions before I settled on the sort of story I would tell. This won’t be the only time we’re inside Aishe’s head but it is the only book exclusively in his POV. A lot was riding on this story, character and motivation-wise. AMETHYST really had to show the reader, without a doubt, that Aishe was the perfect mate for Morgorth, as well as show why the heck he would put up with the mage. J

I think it does all that, and I hope you do as well!

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This might be a fantasy series but the true heart and core of the books is the relationship between Morgorth and Aishe, and their relationship with others in their world.

Despite Morgorth being far more complicated psychologically and emotionally than Aishe, Aishe brought his own challenges. I argued with him at several points during the writing and demanded he tell me how he wants his story to be presented. He never answered, making me work for it. Jerk. Anyway, we got through it with our friendship still intact and I went on to write and complete Book 4 and am in the middle of writing Book 5.

One very significant thing happens in AMETHYST which is expanded on in Book 4. I’ve hinted in Books 1 and 2 that Morgorth and Aishe have meet before, but only Aishe remembers the encounter. There is a reason for that, and no, it isn’t a plot hole. I meant to do that. In AMETHYST that secret is revealed to us readers, but Morgorth still doesn’t know about it. He won’t until Book 4. I had planned to reveal it in Book 4 but since AMETHYST is in Aishe’s head, it would seem foolish not to mention it. And I think it turned out very well. Some readers who’ve read Books 1 and 2 might have already guessed it, but that’s okay. I wasn’t trying to be cryptic about it, but neither did I want it to be obvious.  But it’s laid out pretty clearly in AMETHYST and I dearly hope I can publish Book 4 soon after, since these two books, more than any of the others, are intimately linked.

Well, I think that’s it for me. But I won’t leave until I give you a fun little taste about what you can expect from Aishe:

AMETHYST: BOW AND ARROW Excerpt: (work safe) 


I sprang to my feet just as Grekel charged out from behind the trees. His fur stood on end, and his eyes were large, his pupils mere pinpricks. He looked… afraid? What could put fear in the heart of a wichtln? 

“Grekel, report.” 

“A kellpy!” He growled with such venom, I was slightly taken aback. Recovering quickly, I grabbed my bow and quiver. I couldn’t use the new arrows yet; they weren’t finished. I hoped I had enough. 

“What happened?” I ran after the wichtln, easily keeping pace with him. He weaved through the trees, leaping over roots. I did the same, the trees seeming to know the urgency as they did not hinder us. I heard some of the pack following us on all sides. Instinctive fear crawled over my skin, but I reminded myself that they were on my side. 

Grekel’s voice was so growly I could barely understand him when he spoke. “Unknown kellpy stole Drussa’s pups.” 

Cold froze my gut. I knew what kellpies were: vicious monsters that lived in lakes, often taking the form of white horses with red eyes. They were related to the revenai of the Underworld but with enough form and substance to exist on the surface of Karishian. I’d never seen one up close. That was about to change. 


“Iger will find him. Move now!” Grekel commanded in a way I had never heard from him. I hoped Morgorth would come soon; we didn’t have much time before the pups would be drowned and devoured. 

The trees thinned, a large river revealing itself. It had been frozen, but the ice had recently been shattered in a large circle. Underneath the ice, the water flowed swiftly. That was how the kellpy had traveled here. It most likely saw the pups playing near the water and couldn’t resist. 

I realized only half the pack had followed Grekel; the other half was currently fighting the kellpy — it was a lot bigger than I imagined. Its body was pure white, while its hair was a light, frozen blue that seemed to be blown by wind. But there was no wind at the moment. Its red eyes had square pupils which flickered and twitched, keeping all its enemies in focus. Its hooves were black and sharp, standing impossibly on the flowing water. I skidded to a stop and nocked an arrow, aiming for the blood red eyes. The kellpy stamped and kicked, keeping the pack away. The pack was snarling and snapping, using every means they could to distract the beast from its target. That was when I noticed the puppies. Their little paws were iced over, latching them to the sheet of ice over the river. They whined and struggled against their bonds, but every time an adult got close enough to free them, the kellpy would send ice spikes at them. Then other adults would snap at the kellpy’s legs. 

Neither side could keep this up for much longer. 

The pups looked drenched, and they were shivering. If they didn’t get dry soon, they would die, saving the kellpy the trouble of drowning them. 

I took a breath, held it, then let loose my arrow. It whistled through the air, and for a moment I thought that my aim would prove true. But the kellpy noticed it just in time to flinch. The arrow still struck its thick neck. It reared up on its hind legs, sending out an ear-shattering scream. 

“Grekel!” I shouted, running forward. “Distract it! Everyone!” 

The entire pack risked death by sliding across the cracking ice, keeping only themselves in the kellpy’s sights. I dropped my bow, shucked off my quiver and heavy coat, called myself a fool, and dropped to my knees on the ice. My momentum slid me forward, and I used my hands to steady my speed. I reached the pups in a heartbeat, and yanked out my dagger, hacking ruthlessly at the ice manacles. The pups whimpered and struggled but didn’t attack me. They knew I was there to save them. 

I kept part of my attention on the kellpy, and I knew the moment it realized what I was doing. It shrieked again and charged me, the pack close at its heels. I got one pup free and tossed him none-too-gently to the shore. He landed with a whimper of pain but quickly got up and immediately turned around to start barking madly at the kellpy. He didn’t have much sense. 

I barely managed to dodge getting pummeled by the kellpy’s hooves. I rolled, slid awkwardly, but quickly steadied myself. Sweat slid down my face, my limbs shaking with fear and cold. The kellpy was now on the ice, its weight barely making a dent; whereas I was making the ice crack underneath me. I swallowed hard, my breath forming clouds of mist in front of my face. 

Similar mist was being formed by the kellpy as it stared me down. I bared my teeth, carefully stood, and lifted my dagger. 

I said something I’d heard Morgorth say a couple of times. “Bring it on.” 

The kellpy shrieked and charged me again, hooves clattering steadily on the ice. I threw myself, knowing I couldn’t run on ice, to the side and rolled, coming up on my knees. The kellpy now had its back to the pup and the pack. I didn’t even glance to see what the pack was doing, knowing they were taking the advantage of me being the distraction to free the pup. 

The kellpy was no longer thinking about food. It just wanted death. My arrow still stuck out of its neck. Pinkish blood oozed from the wound. It bared its teeth — they were sharp, black, and unnervingly big. 

Mother, protect me. 

“What are you waiting for?” I said, my taunt clear. 

But just as the kellpy was about to charge me again, a streaming ball of red came shooting out of nowhere, striking the kellpy hard on its side. It flew off its hooves and slammed hard onto the opposite shore, letting out a scream of pain. 

My head whipped around. Morgorth stood on the shore, his hand outstretched, his eyes burning. The wichtln who had to be Iger ran past Morgorth, joining the rest of the pack. The little puppy I had saved was dancing around Morgorth’s legs, apparently thrilled. But then he raced back to the edge of the water and started whimpering, obviously wanting his sibling back. 

Master Ulezander stayed near the tree line, his arms crossed, his eyes missing nothing. 

The kellpy got to its feet slowly. It rounded on Morgorth and charged across the ice. Obviously, it was a kellpy who didn’t know what forest it had traveled into or who ruled it. It was about to get a hard lesson. 

With a flick of his hand and a murmured word, Morgorth sent the kellpy shooting up into the air, and then down to the ground, slamming it once again on the opposite shore. The wichtln were now all off the ice, surrounding their puppies, who were shivering and whimpering. Grekel stood outside that circle, watching the kellpy, noticeably closer to Morgorth than the others of the pack. 

I was now the only one on the ice. I stood carefully, sheathing my dagger. A muscle in my leg burned, and I suspected that I’d pulled it. Wincing, I carefully stepped toward the shore, but the ice had had enough. I gave a shout as I plunged into the cold water, which lashed at my flesh the moment it touched me. The air was sucked immediately out of my lungs as I scrambled for the surface. But the water still moved swiftly under the ice as it tried to pull me to my death. I managed to grip the icy edge above me with one hand, but without air, I wouldn’t be able to pull myself up. 

While it felt like a panicked, terrifying eternity, it was only a few seconds. I suddenly felt pressure all around me, and the sensation of being lifted. I gasped in breaths of air as I broke the surface, shivering violently, my muscles clenching. I vaguely realized I was in a bubble of force — something I’d seen Morgorth create at times — and it was Master Ulezander who had formed it around me. I reached the shore, and the bubble disappeared. 

I coughed and gasped, desperately wanting warmth, unable to move beyond curling tighter into myself.

That’s all! I thought about cutting it off after he fell into the ice, but I decided not to be that cruel. *smiles*

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May dragons guard your dreams,

M.D. Grimm

Guest Author Chris T. Kat – Is It Cheating?

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Charlie, thank you very much for the opportunity to be a guest at The Purple Tea House again.  Torquere Press published my new release Hunter’s Hunt on September 18th.

Even though Hunter’s Hunt is my 8th published book, it’s the first with Torquere Press and I’m very excited about it. Even when the idea for the story formed in my mind I knew it would only be a short one. When I finished the story it added up to around 11k, which meant I couldn’t submit it to Dreamspinner Press, where all my previous titles are published.

Quite the dilemma… I could have expanded the story but didn’t want to. The length it is now is perfect for Hunter’s Hunt, at least in my opinion. That only left me with one other option: search for another publisher.

Before I submitted my first story, Seizing It, I made a list with potential publishers. Dreamspinner and Torquere were both at the top of the list, so when I had to make a choice for Hunter’s Hunt, I looked up Torquere’s submission guidelines. I was very relieved to see them accepting shorter works too but then the real worry began. Would another publisher really take any of my works? Wouldn’t it feel like cheating on Dreamspinner?

Despite my concerns I carefully read Torquere’s guidelines and formatted the manuscript accordingly. When the query letter and synopsis were done, I pestered my good friend Julie Lynn Hayes (who’s been an absolute dear) whether I should really try to submit to them. As you can see she talked me into it and only two weeks after my submission I got an e-mail, telling me that Torquere would like to accept the manuscript. I was over the moon!

I got to work with a completely new staff and can honestly say I’m very happy that I plucked up the courage to submit to Torquere Press. I can even call myself a multi-published author now. 😉

How about you, dear readers, how do you feel about an author publishing with different publishers? Do you rather follow an author or do you keep an eye on the coming soon page of your favorite publisher?



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Wanted: one bear. Must be burly and hairy, and strong enough to paddle. Hunter Bell is on the prowl, and he knows just where to find his prey: at the Bear Trap, a gay leather bar he’s more than a little familiar with. So many men, so little time. He’s just about to pounce on his choice of the evening when a newcomer enters the bar, turning everyone’s head. Adrian Michaels is everything Hunter despises in a man. He’s lean and boyish looking, and he has the deepest dimples Hunter’s ever seen.

And yet there is an immediate attraction, one that neither man can deny. They’re both too astonished to do anything about this apparent interest in one another, and they waste their opportunity. Now it’s up to Hunter to forget about his stereotypical preference and go for the guy that’s just entered his dreams. If only he can admit to himself that Adrian’s what he really wants…




It took a moment for the newcomer to absorb his surroundings and, when he did, he flinched. A few men chuckled upon discovering the baffled look on the guy’s face, which proved that he indeed hadn’t known about the nature of the Bear’s Trap. Hunter watched him shift from one foot to the other while most men turned back and resumed their conversations. The new guy remained rooted to the spot, dripping water all over the floor, before he squared his shoulders and pushed through the mass of bodies. At last he reached the bar, where Hunter was still standing, for some unknown reason interested in this guy.

The newcomer waved at the bartender. “Is there a phone anywhere?”

“You don’t have a cell phone?” another guy asked, perplexed.

The newcomer shot him a ‘drop-dead’ look, startling Hunter into a laugh. The new guy turned toward him with a quizzical look. Hunter was face-to-face with an irritated man, whose dark blue eyes were blazing.

“Bad day?” Hunter heard himself ask.


Hunter pulled his cell phone from his pocket and held it out to him. “You might better go to the back. Otherwise, you won’t be able to understand anything.”

Baffled, the other man took the phone. “Thank you, uh, what’s your name?”

“Hunter.” He held out his hand for the other man to shake.

“Last name or first name?”


“Thanks, Hunter. I’m Adrian.”

“Hey, Adrian.”

Adrian gestured with the phone toward the end of the bar and raised one delicate eyebrow. “This way?”

Hunter nodded and beckoned Adrian to go past him. Adrian only made it a few feet before one of the other men groped him, drawing out a surprised yelp from Adrian. He shoved the guy aside then proceeded farther into the back. On his way, he struggled with advances from more guys than Hunter could count. At some point, Adrian whirled around and, even from that distance Hunter could see the fast heaving of his chest, the free hand balled into a fist, and the stressed look on his face.

With a sigh, Hunter pushed away from the bar and strolled after Adrian. He caught up with him right when another man, a regular customer called Dean, made a pass at him.

“Hey, knock it off. He’s with me, Dean.”

“With you? Since when are you going for his type, Hunter?” Dean asked with a sneer.

Hunter shrugged while he sent a dark glower toward Dean, which caused the other man to drop his eyes and inspect the contents of his glass thoroughly. Hunter laid a hand on Adrian’s shoulder and pushed him ahead. Adrian cast him a worried look but walked where Hunter steered him. After opening a door to a private room at the end, he ushered Adrian through and switched on the light.

“Go ahead.”

Adrian clutched the cell phone in his hands, staring at Hunter with an apprehensive look. Hunter noticed that Adrian’s eyes were of a dark, almost navy, blue. He swallowed. Even behind the glasses, Adrian’s eyes seemed large and expressive. He had to concentrate on listening to Adrian’s question. “Is this… is this some kind of leather bar?”

“Yeah. Never been in one before, have you?” Hunter asked.

“No. No offense and all, but I’m not very fond of it.”



“Need a bodyguard?”

Adrian eyed him before he obviously came to some kind of decision. “You free for bodyguard duty for maybe an hour?”

“Sure.” Hunter grinned. “I won’t even try to molest you.”


Chris T. Kat

Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there’s any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.