Title: Darkness Rising
Author: Dirk Greyson
Series: Yellowstone Wolves (Book 3)
Genre: M/M, Paranormal Romance, Shifters
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Feb 6 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
The last thing Tobias, alpha of the small Greenview Pack,
expects is to find a lost human asleep in his storage building. As soon as he
sets eyes on Pete, Tobias knows they are destined mates. But he cannot act on
his attraction, no matter how much he feels compelled. Exposure to the human
world could mean the end of their way of life, so he decides to help Pete get a
room until he can reunite with the tour group he separated from.
But Tobias’s disgraced half-brother, Zev, has other ideas.
He takes a liking to Pete and decides he wants what Tobias has—both his
position as pack leader and his mate. Tobias can’t let that happen, but
protecting Pete means keeping him close, which only increases the mounting
tensions between them.
Duty, protection, desire, and secrecy clash as the darkness
within Zev rises to the surface, and only Tobias can save his mate—even if he
never plans to tell Pete that’s what they are.
Pete closed his eyes as he checked the outer pocket of his
bag and found a flat, small, giveaway flashlight he’d received from some
conference or other. He pressed the button and the tiny light came on. It
wasn’t much, and the rain and gloom swallowed most of its glow, but it was
enough to see a few steps ahead and that was all he needed. Pete figured he’d
go a little farther and hoped he’d find shelter, because hope was all he had
left. He slung his pack onto his back once again and wove around the trees and
brush.
He was watching the ground and nearly face-planted into the
corner of a structure. It was wooden, rough-hewn, and probably quite old, but
Pete didn’t care. As long as it wasn’t a cougar den, he could deal. Slowly Pete
made his way around it. His flashlight flickered, and he managed to find the
door and push it open, and used the last of his light to take a look around.
It was some sort of old storage building. There wasn’t much
inside, but the building seemed solid and dry enough. The back was stacked with
sacks from floor to ceiling, and that took up almost half of the structure’s
volume. The rest was empty except for some tarps lying on hay.
Pete knew hay meant that someone used this as a barn. But he
hoped they wouldn’t mind if he crashed here. He swept the loose hay together
with his foot and spread one of the tarps over it to help soften the floor a
little. Then Pete dug into his wet pack and pulled out his spare clothes. The
plastic bag enclosing them was intact, so he stripped out of his soaked things
and dressed quickly. He wrung out his clothes in the open doorway, then closed
the door and laid them to dry over a board, knowing the owner would not thank
him if he got the hay wet.
Pete pulled out his last bottle of water and a granola bar,
ate it and drank half the water, then set the rest aside. How in the hell did
he get into these situations? He lay down on the tarp and used another as a
blanket. He was still cold, but it helped some. At least he was dry, and he
could listen to the rain as it beat on the roof overhead rather than onto his
face. He’d had something to eat and drink. For now he was dry and safe enough,
and that was all he could hope for. At first light he’d leave his shelter and
make for the hill so he could get some reception and hopefully call someone to
rescue his sorry butt.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the space through the single
small window beside the door. Thunder rolled and wind whipped around his
shelter. It sounded as though Mother Nature was letting out all her fury
tonight. Pete huddled a little deeper under his tarp blanket, hoping the
building remained in one piece.
Pete was weary as hell, but the storm kept him awake. Once
it abated, the strange sounds from outside—including the calls and answers of
wolves—scared the living hell out of him. The noises weren’t near the barn, but
that didn’t mean very much. After the cat and now wolves, Pete would be happy
to get the hell out of here and back home to New York, where he could stare at
the walls for all he cared. He was never leaving the safety of the city again,
writer’s block or not. Writing nothing was better than losing his life and
being ripped to shreds by whatever was out there.
More lightning flashed and the thunder shook the barn around
him. Small bits of hay floated down from the rafters. Pete wanted to cover his
head, but the tarp wasn’t the best-smelling thing he’d encountered. He shook a
little and prayed the storm would lessen or move on.
Unfortunately, from the sound of it, the storm seemed
content to stay where it was, and more little bits floated down from above as clap
after clap of thunder tried to shake his shelter apart. Pete curled into the
fetal position, comforting himself as much as possible. He’d been so dumb,
thinking he knew what he was doing. Even as the wind rattled the door and
whistled outside, he was in much better shape than if he’d still been outside.
“Roger, if I get out of this alive, so help me, I am going
to slap you silly the next time I see you. ‘Go out west. Have an adventure. See
things. It will spark some ideas for your next book.’ Bastard!” He clenched the
tarp as another peal of thunder rattled the building. They were supposed to
come on this trip together. But no. Roger managed to get mono, probably from
kissing every man in New York. In his raggedy, sick voice, the asshole had
urged him to go on his own.
“The point of this trip was so you could get ideas and stop
moping around. It’s a tour of Yellowstone. You’ll meet people and have fun.”
Those words rang hollow now. He had met people and gotten separated from the
group. This whole thing was turning into a nightmare, and the least Roger could
have done was be here to suffer along with him.
After what felt like hours, the storm moved off and it grew
quieter outside. Pete rested his head on the tarp and closed his eyes. If he
got a little sleep, it would help him in the morning.
Being out of the weather made Pete relax, and finally, even
on the hard floor, he closed his eyes, tried to picture himself at home in his
warm, soft, queen-size bed, and eventually dozed off.
Top 5 Travel
Destinations
You have NEVER
Visited but Want To and Why?
1.)
Spain – I
want to dance the flamenco and visit Barcelona!
2.) Italy –
Venice, Rome, Florence – Lots of naked statues and tall, dark, handsome
men. Need I say more.
3.)
Brazil – I have to see Rio.
4.)
Athens – The birthplace of civilization
Dirk is very much an outside kind
of man. He loves travel and seeing new
things. Dirk worked in corporate America
for way too long and now spends his days writing, gardening, and taking care of
the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades. He has a Master’s Degree and all the other accessories
that go with a corporate job. But he is
most proud of the stories he tells and the life he's built. Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century old
home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends.
Yellowstone Wolves Series
Day and Knight Series
Standalone Titles
No comments:
Post a Comment