Without Reservations

boys?”
    “Because there are no adults who need instruction. Werewolf attacks are very rare.” Keaton settled himself into Chay’s lap and kissed his chin.
    “Hey. Did you finish the bookcase?” Bit asked, practically bouncing.
    Chay smiled and kissed his nose. “Yes, I did. You want to see it?”
    “Uh-huh.” Bit smiled.
    “Hey. I thought I had more to learn today?” Remi protested.
    Keaton pointed at him. “Don’t start with me. I voted to let you die.
    But noooo…Chay and Jake wouldn’t have it.”
    Chay bit his lip to keep from laughing.
    Remi’s mouth fell open, then snapped shut. “You’re an asshole, Keaton.”
    Keaton blinked. “That is Professor Asshole to you. Now, strip!”
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    “Excuse me?” Remi’s eyes widened.
    “Strip. I want to see how fast you can shift. If someone were to challenge you, how fast you can change forms could make the difference in life or death. Now strip.” Keaton turned to Chay. “Thank you for making me a bookcase. It will be all the better just because you made it for me. Now, if you’d learn to cook…”
    Chay grinned and pulled his Bit in to snuggle. “You’re welcome. And that goes both ways, you could learn to cook too.”
    Remi was still mumbling in the background, throwing clothes all over the place.
    Keaton leaned in, sealing his lips to Chay’s, his tongue probing.
    Ah yeah. Chay opened, letting him in. He was vaguely aware of Remi shifting into a wolf and back to human. He heard toenails on the wood floor, followed by a deep growl. The doggy door whooshed open, then shut. The whole time Chay’s tongue tangled with Bit’s, lazily enjoying his mate.
    “Dammit, Pita! Give me my underwear back.”
    Chay and Keaton broke apart, heads snapping around.
    Remi stood in the middle of the living room, naked, glaring at the back door.
    Keaton started giggling. “Class dismissed.”

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    About the Author
    J.L. Langley was born and raised in Texas. Which is a good thing considering that Texas is full of cowboys and there is nothing better than a man in a pair of tight Wranglers and a cowboy hat. She is fortunate to live with four of the most gorgeous males to walk the earth…ok, so one of those males is canine, but he is quite beautiful for a German Shepherd.
    When not writing, she can usually be found with a book in hand and chocolate in the other.
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    With Love

    Letters are funny things, you know? A piece of paper with some handwritten words can change a person's life…

    The Letter
    © 2006 Willa Okati
    Available October 17, 2006 at Samhain Publishing

    The time has come for them to go their separate ways. It’s been a hard decision for two men so very much in love, but Luke and his partner Brandon are parting so that Luke can head to New York and follow his dreams.
    It seems, however, that someone or something doesn’t want Luke to leave his beloved. He and Brandon discover a chest of letters in their attic which details their relationship down to the last moment—except that these letters were written in 1948.
    Should they listen to the guidance given by the mysterious writer of the letters? Should they give in to the urge to stay together, no matter what? Should Brandon fight for his man?
    The answer is in the final letter…

    Enjoy the following excerpt for The Letter:

    Brandon led the way to the bedroom they’d shared for the past five years, no looking back, quietly confident that Luke would follow. He did, swallowing down another lump of regret as he entered and saw the big, dark wood bed with its handmade crazy quilt and the long pillow they both rested their heads on.
    When he reached the bed, Brandon turned around to face Luke.
    “How shall we do this?”
    Luke shook his head. “Any way you want to, babe.”

    “Please—” Brandon held up a hand. “I can’t bear to hear you calling me that. Not now.”
    “All right. I’m sorry. Brandon. Anything you want, it’s yours. Just tell me what to do.”
    Brandon sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here, to me. Stand between my legs. I want to taste you before we do anything else.”
    Luke obeyed, the