Runaway by Amanda Steiger

Runaway
by Amanda Steiger
Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-855-5
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Werewolves, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella




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Blurb:
Keith is a werewolf on the run. Several years ago, he fled his pack and its cruel alpha and has been moving from place to place ever since: a lone drifter. Then he meets Taylor, a recently infected lycanthrope. As Keith helps Taylor come to terms with his nature, a powerful attraction grows between them… but Keith’s past comes back to haunt him in the form of Lucas, his vindictive ex-alpha. Now, Keith and Taylor must fight for their lives and freedom.





Excerpt:

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It was the smell that had first caught his attention -- the sharp, musky, unmistakable smell of wolf.
The man sat alone in a corner of the diner, wearing an oversized sweatshirt. His brown hair hung disheveled and wild around his face, and his eyes held a faraway, haunted look. As Keith watched, his fingers tightened on the handle of his coffee cup and a patch of dark fur sprouted on the back of his wrist. The man shut his eyes. Sweat gleamed on his brow as he breathed in deeply, and a moment later, the fur receded back into his skin.
Keith sipped his coffee. There wasn’t a pack anywhere within a hundred miles. The presence of another werewolf here, now, could only mean one of two things. Either the young man was new -- recently infected -- or he was a stray, like Keith.
When the young man left the diner, Keith followed him down the street to the bridge at the edge of town. Thunder growled, and lightning split the dark sky. Below, the rain-swollen river frothed and churned. Clouds of muddy foam, like chocolate mousse, swirled over the surface. The young man stared at the water, gripping the cement rail with both hands.
“Hey!” Keith called.
The man tensed and turned to face him. His lips pulled back from sharp teeth and his eyes flared a bright yellow. “Stay back!” he shouted.
Keith held up both hands, palms out. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to ask you a few questions. How long have you been a werewolf?”
His eyes widened. “You’re crazy. There’s no such thing as werewolves.”
“There’s no use denying. I can smell it.”
The young man turned to run. Keith lunged and grabbed his wrist.
“Let go!”
“Listen to me. I can help you.”
“No one can help me.”
Keith’s grip tightened. The young man’s pulse drummed under his fingers. “At least give me a chance.”
The man looked up, and Keith saw something change in those eyes. The fear was still there, but there was a flicker of hope, as well -- a desperate desire to believe the truth in his words.
“What’s your name?” asked Keith.
“Taylor. Taylor Brandon.”
“How long have you been a werewolf?”
“A few months.”
“Does anyone else know?”
“No.” Taylor hesitated. “You said you could help me. Does that mean there’s a cure?”
“No, but I can teach you how to control the changes, how to live with what you are. I’m like you. I’m a werewolf.”
“You?”
“That’s right. We’re the same. Let me help you. Please.”
Taylor looked down at the river, then back at Keith. With his wet hair and clothes plastered to his body, he looked smaller than he was and vulnerable. Lost. “I have nowhere to go. No home. No money.”
Keith placed his hands on Taylor’s shoulders and felt him shivering. “I’ll take you to my place. Once you warm up and get some dry clothes, we can talk.”

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