Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

you, Oliver," George stated simply.
    Oliver looked at him steadily. "Did you hear that popping sound?"
    George frowned, shaking his head. "I've heard a lot of crazy stuff lately, but no, I didn't hear anything like that." His heart fell to his hubcaps at Oliver's offhand tone.
    Oliver tilted his head, and his slow grin nearly took George's breath away. "Oh, I'm sure I heard it. I'm almost positive it was the sound of your head finally clearing your asshole. For what it's worth, I've been in love with you since the day we met."
    As they kissed across the basket, George thought he heard the off-kilter beat of broken wings, but it might have been his heart turning somersaults.
    THE END
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THE VAMPIRE AND THE BEAR
    by Deanna Wadsworth

    He couldn't believe the human had come to his aid. He needed to get rid of him immediately! The government goons would be here soon and the human would only be a bloodstain on the ground. He looked at the human again and fought the surge of lust he felt for him. He had to protect him.
    ~ Aspasia

    genre: paranormal
    tags: vampire; bears; paranormal; erotic; blood drinking; shifters; funny
    word count: 15,788
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    THE VAMPIRE AND THE BEAR
    by Deanna Wadsworth
    CHAPTER 1
    "Hey, you two! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
    "Dammit," Charlie cursed when he saw the burly, bear-of-a-bouncer coming to his 'rescue.'
    This was the last thing he needed tonight.
    "Get a load of this dude," Scott sneered. He and his fuck-buddy grinned at each other as the big guy with a cricket bat closed in.
    "What's he gonna do?" Allen asked, wiping blood from his face— Charlie had slammed the guy into the telephone pole and broken his nose.
    Not one of his better moments.
    When he'd passed the dark alley and saw the two morons lip locked with their hands down each other's pants, they went from shocked, embarrassed, and straight to pissed faster than you could shake a stick. Idiots must've thought they were safe to fuck in a London back alley because what were the chances someone they knew from the States would walk by?
    Charlie never could abide with men taking out their closeted issues on him. He had no problem if a guy wanted to suck cock. It was one of his personal faves. But hiding and living on the run after his last colony gave him the boot had worn Charlie's patience down more than usual. And ever since he'd come to this city a weird sensation had prickled his mind, leaving him with one last nerve.
    A nerve these two morons had promptly raised their legs and pissed on.
    Hence the introduction of a telephone pole to poor Allen's face.
    Even with the shadows of the streets on his side, the humans outside the bar had seen their altercation, drawing the rest of the nosey twats outside.
    Now what the hell was he going to do?
    In all his ninety-seven years, Charlie rarely exposed his race, the nightwalkers, so he supposed he'd been long overdue. Hopefully, Karma wouldn't take it out too bad on him. Holding doors for old ladies, paying it forward and all that crap had to count for something, right?
    "Maybe he wants to be a chew toy," Scott suggested and Allen cackled.
    Charlie rolled his eyes. They were such idiots— even for werewolves.
    Pain in my ass…
    He'd only wanted to find a cute guy, have some fun and maybe a little snack. Lonely and homesick for the States, Charlie had first been drawn to the gay bar Luke's Saloon because of its American West décor even though it resided in a pretty seedy part of town. However, something— he couldn't put his finger on what— had him lingering long after he determined the place had cold beer but slim pickings. Uncomfortable with the unknown pull the place had on him, Charlie decided to motor. Not one for premonitions, if he were having one tonight, he'd be better off not finding out what it meant.
    He'd leave such hoodoo voodoo to witches.
    However, Charlie couldn't bail now and leave Red Rocket and his pal Leg Humper behind when they were itching for a fight. Though the moon had waned four nights ago, the magnetic effects of its pull still messed with their already deficient minds. They wouldn't shift in public but they could beat the shit out of the unsuspecting human.
    "Don't do anything stupid," Charlie warned the wolves as he adjusted his hoodie and retracted his fangs. If anyone had seen the teeth, maybe they'd assume he was a Twilight groupie who took his love of