Or at least I think so.
Naming his Mate was my first foray into the world of male/male Romance, and I have to say…I loved it.
The whole concept stemmed from my best friend’s challenge, “Make me a hero!” As all friends do, I said, “yeah, yeah,” and brushed it aside to think on later. The more I thought on it, the more appealing the idea became. In my head, at least. In real life, I tend to struggle when writing a heroine’s emotions. I’m not exactly one of those ‘petals of a rose’ sorts and I curse like a sailor, so writing a story featuring two male leads turned out to be a lot of fun. Just opinion of course, but it seemed as though the dynamic between Damien and Mike was easier to establish from the start once I figured out where I wanted to go with the plot.
Oh and the intimate scenes…yep, I find those much easier to write as well. I tend to favor a more aggressive, ‘take what he wants’ hero, and that particular type of male lead works extremely well with another male.
Long story short, I thoroughly enjoyed dipping my toes into the world of male/male romance, and I can say with certainty, Naming his Mate will not be my last m/m oriented romance.
Naming his Mate
Black Hills Wolves #17
GBLT Paranormal/Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2015
Length: 64 pg.
Small-town sheriff, Mike Hadley, would love to experience a headache-free day for once in his life. Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen anytime soon. While investigating a rash of disappearances and dealing with his ornery lover, he’s thrown into a whole new world he never imagined existed.
Damien Marks has finally found a place to call home in Los Lobos, South Dakota, with the Black Hills Pack. He also stumbles across something he never thought he would—his mate. Falling hard, he decides he needs to come clean and tell the truth. But will his sexy lover accept what he is?
Embroiled in a potentially dangerous situation, both men have to decide where their loyalties lie—with duty or love?
Mike Hadley adjusted his gun holstered on the belt at his waist and tugged his jacket over the weapon, concealing it from clear view. There wasn’t any doubt he’d incite a riot if he walked inside with his piece visible.
Coming here, to this place in the middle of nowhere, shouldn’t have troubled him. He’d stepped into shittier, more unstable situations than this hole-in-the-wall bar, but damn if a thread of apprehension didn’t prickle the length of his spine as he stood outside of the entrance. One small detail kept him from strolling into the establishment like he owned the place, and he sincerely hoped that minor detail stayed home tonight.
He rolled his neck from side to side in a bid to loosen the tension in his shoulders. With an air of confidence he didn’t quite feel, he pulled open the heavy steel door and strode inside the Den.
Thirty seconds was all it took for activity to grind to a screeching halt. The drawl of a country ballad playing on the music box in the far corner thumped through the stifling air. Weighted stare after weighted stare met his gaze head on as he scanned the bar’s occupants. Their open hostility battered at his senses.
He wasn’t welcome. That much was apparent, but he would deal with it. Despite a bar full of unfriendly locals, the absence of one in particular shaved off a degree of his unease.
Of course, his anxiety hardly mattered. As sheriff of the small town of Collins, South Dakota, it was his job to investigate a rash of disappearances over the last several weeks. Unfortunately, the trail had led him to the neighboring, inhospitable town and people of Los Lobos.
Author Bio: Melissa Limoges lives along the Gulf Coast with her OCD cat, Mr. Tibbs. Tax appraiser by day, romance writer by night, she enjoys anything coffee related, traveling, and reading happily ever afters.