About the author:
I’m Kellan. I love writing stories about gay guys falling in love and the world of shifters. In my free time, I enjoy mountain biking, hiking, and trying new restaurants.
Here is a short sample from the book:
When the date finally arrived, I was so nervous. I almost wanted to make an excuse and stay in. But I was a senior, and next year, I’d be in the real world, with a job and everything, hopefully. I couldn’t back out now; I had to be an adult and go out there and get what I wanted. And what I wanted was Chad.
I walked over to the auditorium, picking out a seat in front, since I didn’t know anyone else there. I thought about how Chad would feel if he looked in the audience and didn’t see me, and was glad I had decided to come. I looked around at all the other audience members, marveling that they were mostly students who I had never seen before. This was a bigger school than I had thought.
The lights became dimmer and the a cappella group filed onto the stage. It had both guys and girls in it, and Chad, being a big guy, was in the back row. He looked much happier than he had in our tutoring session, or in any of the Calculus classes, for that matter. He looked passionate and pumped, like he was really excited to be there. I smiled a little, realizing how much he loved singing. It was a great quality in a guy.
And he was so talented. Since the group only had about a dozen people in it of different pitches, I could pick out his deep voice easily, and he, along with a couple other people, had a solo. I was impressed. He sang with such verve that he was practically a different person from the one I had gotten to know.
Something about their performance was invigorating and I felt particularly cheerful after it. I felt optimistic about the date, too. I waited around for him to find me, and when he did, he looked excited to see me. It was a good feeling.
“Hey, I’m glad you came,” he said.
“I’m glad I came too,” I replied. “You’re really talented.”
He beamed at me, looking even more beautiful than ever. I almost felt like I wanted him to take me right then and there.
“You ready to head to the party?” he asked.
“Oh, I didn’t know there was a party,” I said, before adding a hasty “Sure!”
He looked pleased. Some other a cappella members came by and I suddenly felt awkward. I didn’t know anyone here except Chad, and I had only met him that week. I didn’t want to depend on him to be my social guide for the whole evening.
But he was being polite. “This is Connor, everyone,” he said, introducing me to the group, who all introduced themselves.
I smiled shyly. They seemed nice enough, and once we started on our way to the party, a few of them even started talking to me. When they asked me how we met, and I answered honestly, they seemed to think it was the most adorable thing they had ever heard of. If I hadn’t been sure that I was on a date previously, well, I was pretty damn certain now.
Being included by these people made me feel good. I had some friends of my own, but I hadn’t had the experience of traveling in a boisterous, fun-loving group like this. Their banter was entertaining to listen to, and Chad stuck with the whole time, while also helping me male conversation with the others. He was such a gentleman that it was turning me on.
When we got to the party, I was glad to see that Chad didn’t abandon me. In fact, he put a protective hand on my shoulder and steered me around the house, always making sure to introduce me to people and get me a drink if I needed one.
He was an incredibly polite and attentive date, but every small touch he made and look he gave me—like we had some private secret to share—made me wildly horny. I wanted to fuck him as soon as possible. I didn’t know what he was thinking—I mean, I figured he was horny too, given our shifter connection—but I hoped that it was along the same lines. This was the first time I actually had a chance of having sex, with a guy who I strongly suspected felt the same way about me.