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    McKay's Werewolf Ways (Gay Werewolf Romance)
    McKay's Werewolf Ways (Gay Werewolf Romance)
    McKay's Werewolf Ways (Gay Werewolf Romance)
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    McKay's Werewolf Ways (Gay Werewolf Romance)

    By Skye Eagleday

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    Free for a limited time to promote the upcoming Highland Shifters big box bundle:

    McKay’s world and heart shrank when his grandfather died. While settling his estate a chance meeting with Mahihkan, a hot and sexy Metis artist, is about to teach the red-headed professional model that the world is much larger—and more magical-- than he ever imagined. It’s also more dangerous as he discovers his new companion is really a Loup-Garou--what the Metis call a werewolf. In the U.S. to install a new art piece, Mahihkan is considered a “lone wolf” without a pack to depend on for protection. The arrangements he made with the local packs have just fallen apart when a werewolf has been left for dead in the Turtle Island Maze Mahihkan created. Now he fears not only for his own life but McKay’s as well. What happens when a human discovers the Supernatural is real? The policy is elimination of humans who know The Secret.


    (This gay werewolf romance introduces McKay in his first encounter with paranormal romance. His story will continue with Roots & Fangs: Scottish Shifter Romance, which will be in the upcoming Highland Shifters big box bundle as he retraces the route his grandfather took from Scotland to arrive in America. This story is intended for an adult audience. It expresses a same-sex loving relationship. All characters are over eighteen years old)

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    Mahihkan sat silent for a moment and poured himself a second shot. In for a penny, in for a pound. You go from not telling humans anything to then just handing them the store when they finally find out The Secret. God, no wonder The Enforcers felt it was easiest to just kill everybody. “The average Garou needs the full moon to change shape. But there are members of the community who are, well, I guess you could say they’re more gifted than the others. These are the natural leaders. We call them Alphas. Technically an Alpha is someone who can change at any time—they don’t need the moon. I’m what’s called a potential Alpha. That means I have all the strength and abilities of an Alpha, but I’m not in a formal leadership position. I don’t need the moon to change.  Obviously my guest can do it on his own as well.”

    Mahihkan looked up from his glass. As he stared into McKay’s eyes, his own eyes shifted into the strange golden color the other man—the other Garou-- had shown. “I thought I saw a flash of yellow in your eyes the first time I met you, but I had managed to convince myself I was just seeing things.”

    “Unless we work hard to control it, our eyes change color if we’re aroused, excited, or scared. We slip up more than we should, but our greatest ally is an enduring belief by humans we don’t exist in the first place. Even when we do show our true eye color, most people will manage to instantly convince themselves they didn’t see what they thought they saw.”

    “What do we do now?” McKay was feeling the edge of the alcohol. He almost laughed when he thought about upgrading his Facebook status: Met this hot Garou who was helping a friend recover from attempted murder. Note to self: buy a bottle of Tito’s Vodka. It’s just the thing to have when your world goes bat-shit crazy. Who would even believe him? His only regular involvement with anything unusual was the modeling industry where all magic was done with Photoshop.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSkye Eagleday
    Release dateSep 2, 2014
    ISBN9781501445736
    McKay's Werewolf Ways (Gay Werewolf Romance)
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    Skye Eagleday

    I am a Native American. I am also a Storyteller. Some stories are best told during the day. Some stories are best told during the night. I tell many different types of Stories. One of the favorite characters for many Native American Storytellers is Coyote. Coyote stories are also the ones most often censored by non-Natives.Did you know, for example, where I'm from it is said Coyote had two penises? You can visit my blog: www.SkyeEagleday.blogspot.com

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      McKay's Werewolf Ways (Gay Werewolf Romance) - Skye Eagleday

      McKay’s Werewolf Ways

      Skye Eagleday

      McKay tried taking a short cut home across the grassy patch that separated the parking spaces from the next set of condos over. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a very round middle-aged guy with a very round Bulldog. The dog took off at a full run for McKay, ignoring his owner shouting No! at him repeatedly.  All at once McKay felt a slobbery wet nose and tongue trace right around the edge of his shorts. His nose crinkled when the sudden sticky dampness caressed his leg.

      The owner finally got the dog’s attention and the animal padded back having completely forgotten the young red-headed man he had been chasing.  Looks like someone got spit bombed, a voice touched with laughter said. Spike marks his territory in a very oral way. And I know from experience if you wear shorts they’re exactly at his tongue level.  A tall and lean Native American looking man with long dark hair handed McKay a roll of paper towels.  He smiled. Up close he looked more mixed than pure Native, and the smile was impressive. He was exotically handsome, definitely older than McKay but not by much.

      Thanks, he said, taking the towels and tearing off one to run over the hem of his left leg. I love dogs but dog spit has always freaked me out from the time I was a kid. I also had no idea an animal with such short legs could move that fast.  McKay grinned as he handed the roll back. His own smile was even more impressive and could currently be seen in an ad for Wiseman’s Organic Toothpaste. He noticed a waste basket by the small picnic table behind the other man. He tossed the wad of used paper perfectly into the trash, the result of years spent on a basketball court. My friends call me McKay, he said, offering his hand to shake. The Native man had put the towels on the table and reached out to grasp McKay’s.

      Mahihkan Macdonald, he said, his hand was firm and noticeably warm. A little click flicked for McKay letting him know they were both batting for the same team. Well, McKay was both pitcher and catcher. And sounds as if we share Scottish heritage. The man’s large almond shaped eyes looked up from McKay’s feet and kept going until they were staring fully into the gray ones of McKay. It was an odd sensation—as if his body was being touched by the man’s visual inspection. It felt good You even have the classic color hair. 

      He gestured for McKay to use the bench on the opposite side of the table where he had placed the roll of paper towels. There was a cooler in front of them and Mahihkan lifted the lid to offer McKay a choice of two different types of bottled beer and a regular as well as a diet soda.

      He laughed. Oh, you’re thinking I have a deal with the dog where I patiently wait for him to slobber on guys so I can be waiting here with clean up and a fully stocked bar. McKay pulled out the darker beer and Mahihkan took the lighter one and closed the lid again.  Truth is, I’m expecting a few business associates over for a drink before we head out for dinner. It was a warm day and McKay was grateful for the crisp bitterness of his first swig. Mahihkan continued to openly watch him—but definitely with curiosity rather than judgment. Unless he had already made a decision.

      McKay had definitely decided he wanted to know him better. "Is your first name from the tribe named in the book Last of the Mohicans?" He was surprised to realize he had downed half the beer. He really had been thirsty.

      "No—and regardless of James Fenimore Cooper, the Mohicans are still going strong on the east coast the last time I looked. No, my name is Mahihkan (he hit the accent heavily and stressed the ‘a’ sound in the first syllable of his name) and it means Wolf in the Cree language." For a moment it seemed to McKay the other man’s eyes held a flash of yellow. He wondered if he were getting a buzz from drinking the beer too quickly. He set his bottle down and the eyes looking back at him were simply deep brown and inviting.

      The other man took another swallow of his own beer. Do you live here in the complex?

      McKay hesitated for a moment and a darkness touched his eyes. I guess I do now. My grandfather passed away a couple of weeks ago and I inherited his condo. It’s just around the corner. McKay had spent the last few years with his grandfather in the condo before he left to start college. His high school was just down the street. His grandfather lived long enough to see him walk across the stage to get his degree in microbiology. It was still hard to think of him as really being gone.

      His grandfather had come to pick him up at a foster home when McKay’s parents were killed in the accident. He never felt more of an orphan than he did after getting the call Granddad was in the hospital and near death. They had known for years he had had a heart condition. It

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