Thrown into another world where dangerous creatures live and rule, will Wesley stay and find love with a vampire, or will the terrors of an unknown realm have him running home?
On a camping trip in Louisiana, Wesley finds himself sucked down a hidden portal and thrown into another realm where he meets Remus, a warrior vampire. With the help of Remus, Wesley embarks on an adventure to find his way home, back to a world not filled with vampires and dragons and magic folk. Along his journey, the handsome vampire finds his way into Wesley's heart. But will his love for Remus help him overcome his fears of the creatures that reign in this world?
Remus has never wanted a man before, but finds himself drawn to Wesley. He's happy with his life as the commander of the vampires, and has no interest in finding a mate. But after Wesley is kidnapped, Remus discovers his feelings for the man are stronger than he thought. Is he strong enough, though, to honour Wesley's wish to return home, and let go of the man he loves?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of physical violence and attempted sexual assault.
General Release Date: 5th November 2012
Wes’ fingers had no mercy for the sides of the canoe he currently held in a death grip. It was either permanently imprint his identity on his current mode of transportation, or throw a fit.
He decided to go with both.
"What the hell am I doing in a friggin’ canoe going down a friggin’ river?"
"It’s called having fun, Wes."
If he hadn’t been worried about tipping the canoe over, Wes would have turned around and smacked Tony. The man knew Wes didn’t like to get wet, he knew Wes didn’t like the woods and he knew Wes didn’t like camping.
Who wanted to be out in the middle of the nowhere, sleeping on the hard ground, while wishing you had clear, pond scum-free water to wash your hair? Houses were made for a reason, were they not?
"You said we’d be staying in a cabin, Tony. You said I’d be sleeping on a nice comfy mattress, not a sleeping bag. You said the most I’d have to worry about would be to help collect firewood, and I still don’t even like that." Wes shot an annoyed glance over his shoulder at Tony. "I could get a splinter."
"We will be on a mattress, an air mattress to be exact, which is more than the others get. And don’t worry your pretty little fingers about the firewood, I’ll get it."
"What about the cabin?"
"Okay, so I lied about the cabin. But don’t worry so much, it’ll be fun."
"Fun? You think being out here, where it’s dirty and there are bugs bigger than my hand, is fun? I don’t think so. And don’t think I didn’t catch that little bit about us sleeping on the air mattress. You think, after pulling this crap on me, we’re sleeping together? I think the sun’s starting to fry your brain."
"Wesley." Tony’s voice held plenty of warning but Wes didn’t care. If Tony thought he could get away with this without repercussion, he could think again.
Wes had only been dating Tony for two months, but that was a month and three weeks longer than needed for Tony to figure out Wes didn’t do nature—plain and simple. But he should have seen it coming. With all the times Tony and his friends went on hikes and bike rides through the mountains, Wes should have known Tony would try to drag him along at some point.
Why would he want to go hiking? It would only make his feet hurt. And why would he go bike riding? He’d get all sweaty and gross.
Why was he even dating Tony?
Because he’s hot and great in bed?
Oh, yeah, I knew there was something.
Well, he was seriously going to have to rethink his relationship with Tony after they got back to the normal, modern technology, twenty-first-century world.
"Hey, Chris?" Tony’s booming voice startled Wes out of his thoughts. "Isn’t the river supposed to split?"
Across the river in another canoe was Chris with his girlfriend. Chris rested his paddle across his lap as he shuffled through his backpack. Pulling out a map, he studied it with his brows pulled together. "It shouldn’t, no. But this doesn’t look right either."
"What do you mean it doesn’t look right?" Wes snapped out. "Aren’t you nature boys supposed to know how to read a map? Oh, please tell me we’re not lost. How can you get lost on a friggin’ river?"
"Enough, Wes, we’re not lost," Tony growled. "We’ve just never been down this one before and aren’t used to it. He knows where we’re going. Right, Chris?"
"Uh…give me a second."
"That’s comforting," Wes said sarcastically.
"Oh, just shut up already, Wesley."
"Excuse me?" Wes shot Jessie—or Jackie, or Jamie, or whatever the hell Chris’ girlfriend’s name was—a venomous look. He really didn’t like the bitch. She always gave off this persona like she was better than him. She was always talking as if he wasn’t there, like he was just a shadow in the background.
"Don’t start, you two," Tony ordered.
"No," nature-bitch protested. "I’m sorry, Tony, but I can’t stand it anymore. All he does is bitch and whine and complain about every little thing. It’s been nonstop since we got here."
"Well excuse me," Wes returned with a vicious glare. "It’s not like I want to be here, I was tricked." Wes’ grip on the canoe tightened as his anger started to rise. "I don’t like the woods. I don’t like sweating under this blazing sun, with no signs of relief, because I’m stuck floating down this damn river. I hate bugs, I hate dirt and I hate this stupid trip. Trust me. I don’t want to be here!"
"Good! Because no one wants you here!"
That made him pause. Sure, he knew he had been bitchy so far, and he knew that...whatever her name was...didn’t like him, but did the others really feel the same?
Why had Tony taken him on this stupid trip?
Wes looked at Chris to gauge his reaction to his girlfriend’s statement, only to find him staring wide-eyed and straight ahead.
"Uh, guys?" Chris threw the map to the floor of his canoe and grabbed his paddle. "I think I figured out why the river on the map didn’t look right."
"Why?" Tony asked.
"Because we’re on the wrong river."
"What?" Wes looked forward to see the rough waters up ahead. "Oh my God."
"Hurry, we’ve got to get to shore!" Tony shouted. "Wes, grab your paddle and help me."
With shaking hands, Wes reached down between his feet and got his paddle. Fumbling with it, he finally managed to get it in the water.
"No, not that side, Wes, put the paddle on the other side, we want to go right."
The waves of the river were becoming violent as he paddled with everything he had.
"Harder, Wes!" Tony’s voice was drowned out by the sounds of the waves crashing against the huge rocks that littered their path down the river. "Hold on!"
He barely managed to get his paddle in the canoe when they dropped five feet. Water splashed over the sides, completely soaking him. As much as he hated water, right now he couldn’t care less. All he cared about was the very large rock that they were heading straight for. Before they could try to change their course they crashed into it—the impact forcing Wes off his seat. Scrabbling to get the paddle out from under him, he sat up just in time to see Tony’s head go under the water next to the canoe.
The man resurfaced, arms flailing as he cried out.
Hey everyone, I'm Jen and I'm an author of M/M erotic romance. I love M/M romance, both reading and writing it—seriously, what's better than a sexy man... Two sexy men! You can't go wrong there. Though I do dabble in a little bit of M/F romance, my main passion will always be smutting it up with men, men and more men. I try to dedicate as much of my free time to writing as I can—ha! What free time?—but if I’m not typing away on my laptop, you’ll find me with my nose buried in a book, or with my loving fiancé debating on what movie to watch and the never-ending back and forth decision of what to have for dinner. I love spending time with my family and fiancé, cuddling with my dog and two cats, and laughing as much as possible—’cause I like to think I'm funny!
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