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LOL!!! I knew that line would make some people chuckle.

The story was crying for some action! As for the alpha... well, that's all to come!

LOL! Hunter mode is a feral state where he'd be extremely dangerous and not quite there, which is why he fought it. Remember Kraig's brush with it in Part One?

Yep! The muscle and action, though he has a brain and uses it too. Definitely a good second-in-command.

So cruel, so, so cruel.

Yes, I am cruel! It makes life fun... for me. For my characters? Not so much.

Mark Arbour's story, Odyssey, was Monday's Signature Feature. Did you grab your copy of the signature banner so you can share your love for Mark's story? If not, you can do that here! Today we're featuring a great excerpt from the story that shares Mark's great ability to create a vivid world for Mark's main character in the series, George Granger, to explore. Why did Mark pick this story to feature? Mark says: My favorite story is: Odyssey, from the Bridgemont series. I'm really proud of that one because of all the meticulous research I had to do, and how carefully I had to plot out the timeline. I had to get my hero from England, around the world via Indonesia and India, and to Egypt in time for the Battle of the Nile, all of this in 1798. I know CAP is more popular, but that story is my best effort Want to read more? Check out the rest of the story here!

“What are you doing here?” The tiger’s eyes were dull, and he shook his head. Was he stupid, foolhardy, or did I deprive a few too many brain cells of oxygen? Surrounded by a half-circle of werekin and with me in his face… he was in a no-win scenario. Maybe he needed a little encouragement. “I’m told you work for Trein. Do his dirty work. That true?” The tiger stared at me, and I growled. “You broke in here and tried to hurt me, or kill me, and do who knows what to Ritch. Because of you, I’m g

One of many readers' favorite stories, as well as Mark's, this month's feature is Odyssey, Book 6 in the Bridgemont series featuring the adventures of Sir George Granger as he tries to voyage to the West Indies. Have you read it yet? ​Length: 406,283 Description: It is April, 1797, and England is still celebrating the victory at the Battle of St. Vincent. Sir George Granger is given orders to set off on a voyage to the East Indies, but there are several challenges that await him before he can even sail. Some great story reviews: Miles Long says: Spectacular story in an equally spectacular series. Tip of the hat to you Mark Arbour for your excellent work and thanks to you and your team for bringing it to life. Sandrewn says: Mark, this is by far my favourite story in GA. I hope you continue with Grangers' adventures when the Odyssey comes to an end, as all good thing must. Thank you for the all hours of enjoyment you have given to me and I'm sure the many more than just the 93 who admitted it did. Rolfe45 says: Amazing work, Mr. Arbour! I have thoroughly enjoyed the Bridgemont saga. I truly hope you intend to continue this saga. I'm not sure how I'd survive without the escape which reading the Bridgemont & CAP sagas provides. GWood says: Mark, many thanks to you for your writing and to your editors/beta readers for their efforts, too. We are truly blessed at having your writings on this site. Entertaining, suspenseful, exotic and erotic. Truly looking forward to your next installment (and your continuation of 9.11). Many thanks again. Remember to check back on Wednesday to see what excerpt Mark chose to share with readers! Want to show your support and enjoyment of Mark's story? Download the banner below for your site signature!

Yes!!!

“Son of a bitch! Ritch, hide!” I jerked my arms and the cuffs busted through the cheap wood. Ritch bolted upright and then scooted backward off his bed and into the corner. “Where the fuck is the key?” No time. I jumped off the bed, fighting with the sheet. In seconds the attacker was on me. I fought back, using my cuffed arms to grab the back of his neck and yank his head down onto my rising knee. He yowled and raked my sides with sharp claws. I held back my own cry and fought with my teeth c

Awesome! Just an fyi, I did edit it and send it to a proofreader, but I didn't significantly change any of the story or details. An eBook copy is a bit handier than the online version, though, so there's that bonus.

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Aww, thank you, Valkyrie and Graeme! And thank you, Renee, for the promo!

OH NO! is definitely right. Doesn't it always seem like the wrong time? Well, at least in my worlds, lol.

Deep trouble is coming on their hunt... and there's sooo much at stake. Trust is hard, though.

Well that's definitely a thought! LOL

Mebbe... He could be a kinky bugger.

back!

Yes! Different is okay, and their culture might be in need of an overhaul, but it doesn't really change anything as far as Park feels.

So much caution, so many moves... so much in the next chapter!

Oh, I'm right there with you.

“What’s in that?” Ritch put the leftover pizza in the fridge. “I didn’t see you pack that bag. It looks heavy.” I hesitated. “Weapons. And cuffs strong enough to hold bonded werekins. I don’t want to pack a lot of this stuff openly at this point. I don’t think we’ll need anything in this bag for a few days, at least, but it’s better to be prepared. And I really don’t want to leave anything in the car in this neighborhood.” Ritch made a face. “Right.” “You’re not afraid of having the guns in h

You might have seen his tech updates here in the site blog, or talked about video games in the Lounge, or just know the name of the all-powerful Myr. But it's been a while since members and readers have gotten a look at the man behind the magic that is GayAuthors. A lot of the content on GA is original, but we have a fanfiction category and part of that is Harry Potter fanfic, and Myr has several. You get to pick and choose which ones you'd like to read for this month's CSR feature. Don't forget to come back for the Discussion day on February 27th. Myr's Harry Potter Fanfiction Bad Boy Harry ~ 3,158 Words This is a Harry and Draco single shot story. Harry is powerful and Draco is interested. Harry's not as golden as he should be. Harry Potter and the Rooftop Encounter ~ 2,267 Words Harry and Draco are angry at each other, as always. They bump into each other on top of the Astronomy Tower one night and thier fight turns into something else. Harry Potter and the Shrieking Shack ~ 2,225 Words Harry wants to try gay sex and he turns to his closest friend Ron Weasley. They head out to the Shrieking Shack to give sex a try. The Sky Full of Star ~ 3,380 Words Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy have always been at each other's throats. After an especially tough day, Ron retreats to the rooftop to get away from people and calm down. Draco finds him and thier fight turns into something else entirely. Three-Edged Sword ~ 15,480 Words This is a short story involving Draco Malfoy and George Weasley and takes place during the 5th year (for Harry and Draco). A Reader Said of Three-Edged Sword: Thanks, Myr for a delightful story. I have enjoyed re-reading it every bit as much as I enjoyed it the first time. I had a good chuckle several times, but broke into a rather loud guffaw when you had poor Ron put his two knuts into the conversation! ~ BrianM Don't forget to come back for my interview with Myr and to share your story thoughts on Monday, February 27th.

“Here.” The panther held the back out toward Ritch. “Oh, wait. You can’t smell any better than a human.” A snarl slipped out before I could stop it, but Ritch put his hand on my arm. “Damn! Poor me, I don’t have to sniff pissy stuffing.” Landon snickered. “Stop being an asshole, Silas. Unless you’re looking to get your ass kicked.” He raised an eyebrow and pointedly looked at me. I flicked out my claws. I was bigger than the annoying panther, and I wasn’t above kicking some ass to make my poin