hard life, and one Aaron Olsen fears he doesn’t fit into. As a son of a village leader, there are pressures on him he can’t manage, and things he keeps hidden, desires he doesn’t know how to express that keep him up many nights as he worries over them.
Valen is an alpha, born with the crescent moon mark on his chest. It means he’ll have to leave the pack he was born and raised in. It is the way of the wolf, and the only way to prevent it is to fight his father. Valen has no intention of
doing such a dishonorable thing. He leaves as he’s supposed to, only to find himself the victim of thievery. When he hunts down the party responsible for stealing his belongings, Valen finds himself attracted to the human Aaron Olsen.
Now, if they can only survive their own pride and insecurities, and an attack that threatens everything they love, they just might have a chance at happiness in Valen’s Pack.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM.
Howdy! I’m Bailey Bradford and I write gay erotic romances. There’s sex. Sometimes lots of sex. It just depends on what’s going on in the story. However! Just because I use words like dick, cock, and asshole doesn’t mean that’s the only way to write erotic romance. But I’m not here to chat about any of that.
Nope. I’m here to share a new series I’ve got coming out, Valen’s Pack! Book one is Run With the Moon, and it’s got a little BDSM in it, some spanking for example. And there’s shifters. Yes, got to have a post-apocalyptic shifter series
because I hadn’t tried that yet and was intrigued by the thought of giving it a shot. I love writing, I love challenges, and I was a little scared but mostly thrilled to start this series.
And I love it.
Now, since it’s post-apocalyptic, I thought, how about a Top Five of things I’d miss the most if everything modern went bye-bye. Only five things? Holy crap. I’d miss a lot more than five things. I’m not going to count people, because my people are going to survive the apocalypse with me. And books, they’re making it, too. But—no electronics. Okay, there’s the first thing.
1.) Electronic devices. I’m pretty sure I’d go through a severe withdrawal period. This would be bad, folks, very bad. No cell phone, or laptop, or desktop, or microwave, fridge, stove, no tablet, or Kindle or Nook or—ACK! That’s hell!! I’m sweating just imagining it. And no air purifier. I might seriously keel over.
2.) Food choices. Yes. No restaurants or fast food places? No microwave meals? NO COFFEE! Oh hell, that deserves a number of its own! Sure, I might have some around I could use for a while, but then what? I don’t know how to make coffee…where to get coffee beans, and water could be an issue. Oh wow. I’m not liking this post-apocalyptic thing. It’s making me sad.
3.) No vehicles. Once gas ran out, I wouldn’t be traveling much at all. Hiking for fun is so totally not the same thing as hiking for survival. Crap. Maybe, if I saw the apocalypse was coming, I’d be able to get everyone together and hoard resources and hide somewhere safe. But that’s unlikely. I’m just screwed here. I love my road trips. It’d hurt to lose them.
4.) Writing? I’d still do it, but I have carpal tunnel. Oh! No medical care? There might be doctors and such who survived, but…they wouldn’t have the medicines they needed, the equipment. Yeah, this is looking worse every second. I could write in notebooks, but how well would paper hold up over time? What do y’all think about gay erotic romances carved into cave walls? I’m not the best artist. If I had to do it in picture form, people would look at it and probably ask why there was a three-legged spaceman riding a goat. You know I’d be drawing big dicks all over the walls too. And balls. Balls are fun.
5.) I’d miss everyone I’ve met and I chat with online. That would totally suck. I’ve met so many incredible, loving, funny,
fantastic people online, from countries all over the world. I’d miss them all.
I’m pretty happy living in the present! What would you miss?