Chaos envelopes the not-so-innocent lovers who dwell within the decadent BDSM club The Wild Hunt.
The Stag (Wild Hunt 1)
The Stag, Kern, is on the prowl. He wants more than a one night stand with his perfect Faunus. If he can only convince his little mate to take a chance on him, and still protect his lover from those who would do him ill…
The Wolf (Wild Hunt 2)
As a member of The Wild Hunt, Caille she wants nothing more than to rip apart the men who dared steal one brother’s mate and kidnap her other Hunt brother. Nothing and no one will stand in her way… even the curiously attractive new partner The Master of the Hunt has given her.
The Bear (Wild Hunt 3)
Arcas, the Bear, refuses to follow his fellow Huntsmen’s example. He immediately claims his mate, Marshal, a descendant of the cat goddess Bastet. Their pairing will be powerful and his mate is courageous, wise, and sexy as hell. Too bad they have to bring down the remnants of a murderous cult and stop a demonic disaster from being let loose on the world. The Hunt is on the move and nothing will stop them from achieving their goals: rescue Kern’s mate and save the world.
Praise for The Stag (Wild Hunt 1)
"Who would have thought that going to a nightclub could completely change your life? Thomas certainly never imagined that but change it did. I thought the ending was brilliant and perfectly fitting for this portion of the story."
-- 4.5 Stars from Moonflower, Long and Short Reviews
Praise for The Wolf (Wild Hunt 2)
"Oh my! What a novella. This is small but mighty and certainly packs a punch. The attraction between Caille and Bran leaps off the page but they never forget just what the priority is. I loved Bran’s backstory and how he was annoyed at how his story had twisted and changed throughout the years. Caille is the very definition of a strong independent woman and it was great to see Bran recognise that and leave her to it when needed."
-- 4.5 Stars from Moonflower, Long & Short Reviews
Praise for The Bear (Wild Hunt 3)
Nominated for Long & Short Reviews' Book of the Month February 2021
"Oh, my heart. I think it jumped out of my chest a few times reading this. I love the camaraderie between all the characters. It is hot, sexy, intense and full of excellence. The finale was a fitting climax to the overall story arc... Absolutely superb and the whole series is recommended by me."
-- 5 Stars from Moonflower, Long and Short Reviews
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Excerpt from The Stag
“Good evening, denizens of The Wild Hunt,” a deep, smooth feminine voice announced as the club stilled. “If I may direct your attention to the front of the stage, I would like to introduce your hosts for the evening. May I present to you, The Stag…” A spotlight flashed on the high, elevated platform shrouded by sheer black lace that cast intriguing shadows against the blood-red walls behind the people gathered there. The spotlight danced over what appeared to be three figures clustered around a large fainting couch before it settled on a large, muscular figure with the most amazing set of antlers attached to his head. As the stage lights brightened a little, the figure… The Stag… crossed arms over the most exquisite chest that Thomas had ever seen. He could admit it. He drooled a little just looking at what he could see of the man and knew from the spike in arousal from the scents of the bodies around him that he wasn’t the only one.
“The Wolf,” the voice continued, but Thomas could only tear his eyes away from The Stag long enough to take in the shadowed features of a woman with a set of very realistic wolf ears perched on her head, with a gorgeous animatronic tail that waved as she crawled over the fainting couch to lounge at the side of another figure who was beautifully reclined upon the massive thing but still cast in shadows. After noting that there was indeed a wolf being introduced, his eyes went back to the masculine form, still mostly in shadows, with the magnificent rack of horns that he suddenly recognized.
Thomas peered down at his ticket and the black logo embossed on the gold card. There, above the bold black lettering was indeed the set of horns in profile, the very set of horns he was staring at when the announcer spoke again.
And yes, that man highlighted by the spots was indeed a huge bear of a man. Taller and broader than The Stag, The Bear, was near the bottom of the couch with crossed arms as well, and his muscles just popped.
“Mercy,” Marshal whimpered, tugging at Thomas’s scarf again. “The things he could do to me.”
“Like break you in half,” Thomas whispered, his eyes going back to The Stag. It was like he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
“And the beautiful, the charismatic, the dangerous owner of this fine establishment, ladies, gentlemen, those undecided, in between, or neutral, may I present to you… Master of The Hunt!”
The spotlights disappeared as the stage lights went up fully and everyone got their first real look at their hosts for the evening.
The Master of the Hunt was shrouded in black silk robes that hid his or her frame. Seriously, this was a case of true androgyny and Thomas would bet what little magic he possessed that it was exactly how the Master wanted it. Their face was covered in a lacy black veil that hid their face entirely. Their hair was a dark, wavy fall that was not contained and allowed to fluff up wild and free, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
The Wolf was now lying at The Master’s hip, her lightly tanned skin a startling contrast to the solid black of the fainting couch and the silk that surrounded The Master. Her light gray wolf’s ears twitched as the painted black fingers of The Master gently stroked over them, and her matching tail thumped once in happiness. Her hair was a blending of perfect blondes that flowed over her shoulder and around a toned body wrapped in bangles and chains of sparkling silver. She glanced over the crowd with disdain and stretched her long, tight frame before settling at The Master’s side, contentment pouring off of her in waves that Thomas could almost feel.