My fellow AbsoluteWrite author Erin Lark has a new M/M romance out today from Entangled Publishing: Swan Prince.
A confession: I’ve read the first two chapters, and I heard about it while it was being written. I’m pushing myself to read more paranormal romance and erotic romance shapeshifter novels, especially those from writers I know. This one is a bit short for my tastes at 149 pages, but from what I’ve seen, it’s a sweet-hot read and a credit to its subgenre.
Blurb: Trapped between his royal heritage and swan shifter status, Oliver struggles to find happiness in the life he was born to. But when he’s caught in the crosshairs of a trigger-happy hunter during migration, he takes human form and seeks shelter in an old barn. Healing from his wound so he can fly soon will be hard enough…and then he’s discovered by the barn’s owner and realizes the mid-season shift left him mute.
Bastion’s spent the better part of his adult life caring for a bunch of bullheaded stallions, but this is the first time he’s ever found a naked and gorgeous man in one of his stalls. Despite the mysterious stranger’s suspicious wound, Bastion takes Oliver in, clothes him, and nurses him back to health.
When passion flares, Oliver must decide…follow his heart and stay? Or join his flock and fulfill his royal duty?
Buy link: http://www.entangledpublishing.com/swan-prince/
A semi-spoilery* review: http://3chicksafterdark.com/2014/08/swan-prince-by-erin-lark/
* Lest you get an idea about cute, fluffy, graceful, gliding swans in cartoons made for pre-teen girls, let me tell you something about swans: they are freakin’ gigantic birds.
They can break a man’s arm with one blow from their wings, and they are mean bastards in a fight with any predator stupid enough to get too close to them.
About ten years ago I met a male swan crossing a pathway at the Scottsdale Civic Center**. He was impressive. He was downright terrifying. He was at a minor disadvantage being on land instead of water or air, but he still deftly controlled his huge body for the entire fifteen yards between water features. His enormous white wings shivered and jutted out to counter his rear-balanced center of gravity. One glance at his big feet with their webbed, almost-draconic talons, was enough to make me hang back and give the guy the right-of-way…even if I hadn’t seen the evil glint in his eye that said, ‘Yo, apegirl, my ancestors ate your ancestors.’
** He was probably Pooh or one of Pooh’s compatriots, shown here on Janice Semmel’s blog.