Improbable Press Blog — Book Peek

Seeing young, twenty-something white men dressed in army fatigues and carrying a duffle bag isn’t a rarity of itself, but there’s something about this one that stands out. Not only is he broad in the shoulders with thighs that fill out those camo trousers perfectly, but he has the gentlest eyes of anyone Huan has ever seen. He’s in love. Never shy about making the first move, Huan walks right up to him on the bus and says, “Is this seat taken?” He tries to be flirty with it, but on a scale of one to ten, where one is...

"You have to start giving fewer fucks," Louis purred. "Oh yeah?" "For example, start by giving some of those fucks to me…" Louis let his voice trail off. Montgomery's throat closed mid-sip. He inhaled the rest of his champagne. "You good?" Montgomery attempted to cough his throat open. "I said–" "I heard you!" Montgomery wheezed. Louis raised one of his bushy eyebrows. "I acknowledge that showing up naked in a bubble bath in your hotel room is kind of forward. If you're going to arrest me, I'll show myself out." "What?" Montgomery wheezed. "No, I'm…" "Oh, cool. Then I'll stick...

A hot flush of embarrassment washed over Ronan when he realized he’d been caught staring, though the other man didn’t seem to mind. In fact, when he finally made eye contact it was to wink. He seemed to be wearing smudged eyeliner despite the bruising across much of his face. Ronan couldn’t tell whether it had been added after the fact or just never washed away. He looked thirty-something and his eyes were the warmest shade of brown Ronan had ever seen. The blush returned for a second wave – he’d gone from staring at this stranger’s chest to staring...

After a moment, though, the grasses crackled and shifted, and Holmes’ warm shoulder pressed into mine. ‘There,’ he said softly, pointing with one long, thin finger at a smattering of stars. ‘Cassiopeia.’I grinned. ‘Why, Holmes. You’ve been swotting up.’‘Astronomy - nil,’ he quoted, with a laugh. ‘It’s hardly good business to advertise one’s weaknesses. Proving another’s misconceptions wrong, however, is. I have taken advantage.’‘Show me, then. What else have you learned to prove me wrong?’'The constellations,’ Holmes murmured. His voice was close against my ear. ‘The stars.’ His long hands gestured toward the sky, as though directing the heavens, and...

Brodie stopped to catch his breath at the road, looking to see if there was any traffic. The night was quiet though, no headlights on the road, or signs of human presence anywhere.After a moment, Brodie straightened up, his breathing starting to ease. He glanced back toward the lodge, starting to feel a bit like an idiot. Then, he heard something ahead of him, and whipped back around. In front of him was the creature he'd been chasing, as if it had waited for him.It held its black head high, long antlers gleaming in the lights of the aurora. Something...