H.C. Brown- Guest Author Gale Stanley :I Love to write about super heroes

I love to write about supernatural heroes!

Hello Everyone! And thank you, Heather, for having me today. Let me introduce myself. I’m Gale Stanley and I write erotic MM romance – the emphasis is on romance for a reason. My stories may have explicit sexual scenes but at heart, they're love stories, with all the emotion and conflict readers want in their heroes.

And speaking of those heroes, I’ve been fascinated by fangs and fur since I first watched Lon Chaney Jr. transform into the wolfman. I sympathized with the tortured hero and I loved his dangerous edge. Now I like to read and write about dark, seductive alpha males. You know the type, sinfully good-looking, a bit arrogant and capable of bestowing multiple orgasms at a moment’s notice. The hero can be a tormented man one minute, a lethal predator the next. But in the end, he's always a possessive, protective lover.

Where can you find guys and gals like this? Only between the covers—of a good book.

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Urban Affairs is a paranormal series published by Siren Publishing. It's about a world where relations between Humans and Shifters are hostile and shifters live in their own segregated neighborhoods. 

More Than Human

Urban Affairs 3

Jesse Carroll is running from an assassin.

Caleb Wolfe is running from the Feds.

Two men on a collision course for disaster find themselves fighting for their lives as well as their attraction for each other. Can a Were-cat and a Were-wolf find common ground for a happily ever after?

Story Excerpt

Jesse stood with his back to the street. One hand searched his pocket for the key, and the other hand pressed the intercom. He hoped like hell that Jeff was home because he could be in serious danger. They both could.

Come on, Jeff, open the fucking door.

Jesse didn’t drive. Who could afford a car? He always walked home from his job at the burger joint, and tonight his feline instincts told him he was being followed. Right now he just wanted to get inside. His brother would roll his eyes and call him paranoid, and then they would share a good laugh over it and drink a beer. But Jeff was rarely home anymore. Why should tonight be any different?

Jesse’s fingers finally emerged with the key. Hands shaking, he tried to fit it in the lock. He flinched at a noise behind him and lifted his nose to scent the air. Werewolf! For the most part, cats and dogs lived separate yet peaceful lives, but recently a pack of wolves had settled in the warehouses along the outskirts of the Stadium District, and suddenly vicious maulings and murders were a daily occurrence in the neighborhoods of Seattle. Was it simple animal aggression or something more? Poverty had forced many Weres to work for the humans and against their own kind. Whatever the reason, the aggression pheromones coming off this giant told Jesse that this wolf could not be trusted. The key dropped from the Were-cat’s numb fingers and skittered off the step into the shrubbery below.

Jesse’s leg muscles tightened as he prepared to jump and follow the key. Suddenly he caught movement from the corner of his eye, and he knew it was too late. The man approaching from the left moved in on him too quickly, and he couldn’t think straight. His bladder loosened as he spun around preparing for a fight. The giant was a stranger to him. He would have remembered someone that big. Jesse reckoned the man was at least six feet six and weighed over two hundred and fifty pounds. He was way overmatched in size, and it was too late to shift to catskin, but he still had one option left.

Jesse’s hand closed on his belt buckle and pressed on the polished chrome head of the lioness Sekhmet. The warrior goddess released a folding knife with a wicked two inch blade. Jesse’s hand slashed upward with catlike agility, slicing the giant’s cheek open from lip to eye. The big man yelled and flailed at the air as he lost his footing on the steps and fell heavily.

Jesse bolted like a runaway train. At the street, he dropped to the ground and rolled under a car. A few seconds later, he emerged from the other side and leaped up. He and the giant locked eyes over the hood of the car. An animalistic growl came from the man’s throat, and bloody spittle flew out of his mouth. He swiped his face with a beefy forearm and bared his teeth.

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Urban Affairs 3

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