August and Keegan have been naughty and nice.
Here is their Christmas list for Santa.
• Ammo
• Bag of M&Ms
• New pair of long Johns(cause Daisy chewed up his other pair)
• Pair of snow shoes
• Hunting knife
• Satellite phone
• Edible underwear (because August thinks it would be funny)
• Angora luxury brand sweater (cause August thinks Keegan would look sexy and it would be red to match the edible underwear)
• antibiotics
• First-aid supplies
by Adrienne Wilder
Date of Publication: September 1st 2017
Cover Artist: Adrienne Wilder
Genre: gay romantic suspense
ASIN: B07518D2PZ
Number of pages: 341
Tagline: Survival story of passion and love
BLURB
August Vallory had it all. A modeling career, a man he loved, and the extended family he’d acquired in the business. Then the world he knew was torn away when the plane he was on crashed en route to a photo shoot.
Lost in the Alaskan wilderness, August doesn’t stand a chance.
No sane man would choose to live in the Alaskan bush unless he had something to hide. And Keegan Brooks has secrets darker than night, more dangerous than wolves, more brutal than an Alaskan winter.
Every day was a fight for his life until he stumbled upon a downed plane with a lone survivor. Now it’s no longer just Keegan’s life teetering on the edge of survival.
It’s his heart.
And
be sure to check out the Christmas novella follow-up with the Wild characters-
The eyes watching August from the tree line were not blue. They weren’t even human.
They belonged to a brown-furred monster, with long black claws.
Snow crunched, and piles were ejected from under the stretcher with the forward movement. Night had already fallen under the trees, creating shadows that swallowed the bear as it moved. There were times it disappeared so long August thought he’d imagined it. Then the golden highlights in the animal’s fur would snap it out of the dark.
“Keegan.”
The stretcher bumped a rock and August was jostled hard enough to move his leg. He clenched his jaw. Sweat stung his eyes, and nausea welled in his stomach. It withdrew, and the bear picked up its pace.
Wind tossed up particles of ice. August coughed, trying to clear his throat but it was too dry. “Keegan.”
Could the man hear him? His heavy breaths were more labored than August remembered. How long had he been asleep? How long had the bear been following them?
And if he yelled, would it charge?
August had to take the chance. He put more force behind the man’s name, and everything came to a stop. The ice had made chunks in Keegan’s beard and clung to the fur covering his hands. More had packed the folds of his pants. The edge of his boots was swallowed by what covered the ground.
“You okay?”
The bear froze, its body a mass merging into the thick trees. Was it gone? Dark eyes glittered. Then slowly, as August’s eyes adjusted, the outline of the beast reformed. It had crouched down, body tense. A loaded spring.
“Bear.” The word wasn’t much more than an exhale.
The Keegan made a slow turn and at the same time dropped the rucksacks he carried. By the time he had his back to August, the rifle was in his hands.
“Two o’clock,” August said. Keegan took a step, blocking August’s view. Then another, clearing the way. Shadows pooled in the empty space around the tree trunks. Keegan scanned, turning his whole body, rifle raised. When he’d made a full circle, he put down the gun.
“It was there,” August said.
Keegan knelt and loaded the satchels he’d been carrying onto the stretcher.
“It was there. I saw it.”
“I believe you.” He tightened everything down.
“I swear, I swear, it was that fucking grizzly.”
Keegan put a
hand on August’s shoulder. “I said, I believe you.” As Keegan stood, a massive
brown shape rose up behind him. The scream got caught in August’s throat, but
it was too late. One huge paw came down, catching Keegan in the side, sending
him airborne. There was a clatter of metal and wood and Keegan rolled out of
sight. The bear raised its head and the air shook with its voice.
Author Info
Adrienne Wilder (trans-male – he/him) is an author of gay contemporary and speculative fiction and an artist of all things monster. He was born and bred in GA and moved to NC in 2013 where he lives with his partner, multiple dogs (one has atomic farts), cats (one of those also atomic farts), and lots of corals (although not known, statistics suggest that at least one of them probably—you guessed it—atomic farts)
He lives to create new worlds and the people in them. Several of his books have been best sellers both nationally and internationally.
He writes original stories with powerful characters and emotion as well as a fast-paced plot. His goal isn't just to deliver a good story but to take the reader into the story and let them experience the characters as if they are right there with them.
While his books have a strong romantic element, some are not traditional romances. In fact, he'd like to think there is nothing traditional about them. And the stories he paints are done outside the lines of traditional genres.
One of his favorite things is to push the boundaries of what makes a story by delivering the unexpected and maybe even changing the perspective of the reader. His characters are more often than not beautifully flawed; they're not always the good guy, and make mistakes. Their stories will take dark turns which, in the end, make the light at the end of the tunnel all the brighter.
If you're looking for something different, exciting, and unique, his books are for you.
He has recently been creating a lot of artwork for his stories. You can see SFW ones on his Instagram and NSFW ones on his Patreon. He is creating a Nox graphic novel available for patrons only right now.
Check out Adrienne’s website for updates and how to contact him. His Facebook group is the best place to talk with him and get info. Join his newsletter to see some content early.
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