Unsafe Exposure released, and excerpt

It’s a great feeling to have all the Hidden Wolves original series back out, paving the way for the coming new book 6. Unsafe Exposure – Book 5 is now available at all vendors (except Apple, which is slow for some reason.)

**Find your copy via the Universal link**

Nothing wrecks a guy’s day like finding out he’s a werewolf.

From the moment artist Dylan Shore arrives in Chicago, his life gets twisted like a kaleidoscope. Why does a street gang he’s never met before want him dead? Why is a hot but odd mathematician stalking him? And how can half the things Alex Corwin says possibly be true, no matter how honest he seems?

Alex has a frightening dilemma. Dylan is attractive, appealing, out and proud. He’s also completely unaware that he’s a werewolf. It shouldn’t be Alex’s job to tell him, and warn him that gay wolves usually end up dead. But someone has to, before he finds out in blood and violence.

Chicago’s not Alex’s hometown, but somehow he needs to protect Dylan from the local packs, protect the wolves from being outed by Dylan, and keep his cool around the first man to touch his own deeply-closeted heart.

(This is a lightly edited rerelease of the 2016 original.)


Alex Corwin cast sidelong glances at the young man in his passenger seat as he drove. He tried not to be obvious about it, but his mind was racing.
Dylan was a werewolf. There was no doubt in Alex’s mind about that. Kin knows kin. Body language, gait and speed, the scent of skin and blood, all told the tale clearly to his wolf senses.

He’d seen four pack youngsters in full cry after another wolf. He’d assumed their quarry was another of their own pack and he’d have driven on by, but Dylan had glanced over with a look of terrified appeal just as Alex drew level. He’d found himself slowing and opening the window.

He didn’t regret it. Hell, he defied anyone to intercept that look from those startling deep-blue eyes and not want to help. But he had to wonder what kind of mess he was getting himself into. Because unless this guy was the best liar Alex had ever met, Dylan apparently didn’t know he was a werewolf.

Alex had never met anyone, or even heard of anyone, lost to himself that way. It was possible, in theory, but werewolves moved heaven and earth to keep young wolf boys with their fathers, or in case of disaster with some other male relative. Techniques ran as far as blackmail and kidnapping if need be. Boys just did not leave the safety of the pack. But Dylan obviously had, and very young.

Unless he was better at telling lies than Alex could ever hope to be. “I know it’s kind of personal,” he said tentatively, “but how old are you?”

“Twenty-four. Why?”

Alex shrugged. “Just curious.” That was about the age he looked, too. Most wolves at twenty-four would look seventeen or eighteen and still have a hard time getting served in bars. Dylan looked good… mature, adult. And his wolf scent was oddly muted and hard to detect. Maybe Alex was wrong. Except he wasn’t.

“How old are you?” Dylan returned.

Thirty-eight. Which he couldn’t say, because he did look much younger. He still got carded. “Older,” he said. “But not a lot.” At least not in dog years. He had a hard time lying to another wolf but that was close enough to truth. “So, you’re here to visit your sister? Surely classes haven’t started for freshmen?”

“No. She came early. For her, um, visa stuff.” Something about the way Dylan ducked his head made that seem like a lie, but Alex didn’t want to push.

“Ah.” Canadian. Was there a pack in Montreal? “You’re from Quebec?”

“Pronounced kay-bek,” Dylan said. “Yeah.”

“So you speak French?”

“As my second language. Mais, oui.”

“I take it that means yes,” Alex said.

“I take it you don’t.”

“Not hardly.” Alex smiled. “Only what I learned from classic rock songs. Michelle, ma belle, and Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?”

“Now there’s a useful phrase. Something to be said for a classical education.” Dylan’s guarded look turned warm and teasing for a moment. “You know what it means?”

“Yep. All I need to know for my next trip to Paris.”

“Or Montreal.”

Alex felt a flush of warmth and an unfamiliar lift to his heart. Crazy. It totally made no sense to suddenly imagine meeting up with someone like Dylan on the anonymous streets of Montreal and trotting out his one French phrase. Do you want to sleep with me tonight? He’d never actually said that to anyone. He couldn’t imagine he ever would…

~~~ find out how Dylan discovers his own nature and Alex discovers love, while running for their lives, in Unsafe Exposure.

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