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Home is Where the Heart Is... The final book in the Cloverleah Pack series.
All Cloverleah Pack Enforcer Wesley (Wes) wanted the night he went out, was to have a few drinks, maybe find some company, and try and forget his worries and insecurities for few hours. The drinks flowed and he found the company; a gorgeous man with a mysterious scent, who seemed to completely understand the anger, shame, and jealousy Wes was hiding from his pack mates. Unfortunately, Wesley didn't understand how badly he'd been conned until he woke up the next morning alone in a cave.
Fast forward months later and Wes discovered the wards that had have held him captive from day one had suddenly disappeared. Not one to dither when a chance to escape presented itself, Wesley set off, sometimes on two feet and sometimes on four... looking for a way out of a barren realm that held nothing but red sand and black rocks.
Cass enjoyed being a demon from a large family. The Underworld was good to him; he had a job, a house and he didn't lack for company. Unfortunately, his carefree attitude tended to get him into trouble at times and when his brother Myka insisted on him paying back a "favor" he’d incurred through a badly placed bet, Cass had no choice but to agree. It sounded simple enough. Meet with the snobby and reclusive members of the Cloverleah Pack, find out about a missing wolf, and then search for that wolf in the Underworld. Cass figured he could be home in time for his mama's Sunday dinner.
Finding Wes wasn't the problem, but Wesley had stumbled onto a situation of his own he couldn't leave. What was worse, was when Cass was forced to tell Wesley about why no one from his pack had been looking for him before, Wes knew he had no way of ever going back to the life he had. The fact that Cass and Wesley were fated mates was hard to celebrate as Wes tried to cope with the loss of his pack status and the implications of his current situation.
Meanwhile, the men from Cloverleah were coming to terms with some home truths of their own. The thought of having to see Wesley again, and actually apologize for thinking he'd sunk so low as to try and destroy a mating, was too hard for some pack members to face. This in turn causes issues between those who struggled and those who believed in the bonds of a pack. Serious soul searching was needed if the men were ever going to understand that the only powers worth trusting was unconditional love and acceptance.
This book is not a standalone. It is the sixteenth and final book in the series (fourteen full novels and two compilations of short stories). It is recommended that you have read at least the last three books before reading this one.
The Cloverleah Pack Series
Book 1 – The Reluctant Wolf – Kane and Shawn
Book 2 – The Runaway Cat – Griff and Diablo
Book 3 – When No Doesn’t Cut It – Damien and Scott
Book 3.5 – Never Go Back – Scott and Damien’s Trip and a free story about Malacai and Elijah
Book 4 – Calming the Enforcer – Troy and Anton
Book 5 – Getting Close to the Omega – Dean and Matthew
Book 6 – Fae for All – Jax, Aelfric and Fafnir (M/M/M)
Book 7 – Watching Out for Fangs –Josh and Vadim
Book 8 – Tangling with Bears – Tobias, Luke and Kurt (M/M/M)
Book 9 – Angel in Black Leather – Adair and Vassago
Book 9.5 – Scenes from Cloverleah – four short stories featuring the men we’ve come to love
Book 10 – On the Brink – Teilo, Raff and Nereus (M/M/M)
Book 11 – Don’t Tempt Fate – Marius and Cathair
Book 12 – My Treasure to Keep – Thomas and Ivan
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Genres:
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Word Count: 65000
Setting: Us - Cloverleah and the Underworld
Languages Available: English, French
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Wes stopped, dropped his pack, and stared at the horizon. The only thing that changed about the view was different rock formations. He had no clue how long he had been traveling. Hours? Days? Nothing changed in this world. The glow stayed constant, night or day with no way of marking the passing hours. Whoever designed this hell hole gave no thought to anything beyond rocks and fucking sand.
Time had no meaning. Wes slept when he stopped, soaking his sand-rubbed paws in any water he could find. The different caves he found along the way, thank the Fates, had plenty of water, even if there wasn’t anything else. When the pain in his paws got to be too much, Wes shifted to his human form and pushed on, moving in one direction, driven to find a way home or at least somewhere that was something more than rocks and sand.
READ MOREAs the time passed, Wes got to the point where he wished the monsters that haunted his nightmares were real. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing in the realm but rocks and fucking sand. The only sounds that broke the silence were his feet hitting the sand, his breathing, or his wolf’s panting. The despair that hit him in the cave when he realized how stupid he’d been, got deeper as time marched on.
So, when Wes woke from a nap while soaking his paws to find he’d shifted, and he thought he heard a voice, his despair worsened. Hallucinations. Fucking hallucinations generated by his need to find his pack and the endless nothing of the place he was in. Wes didn’t bother getting up or taking his feet out of the pond. I’ll be seeing palm trees and sexy men running around in speedos next. Wes groaned. He’d come so far, and yet he’d gone nowhere at all. But the need to keep moving, to find something forced him to open his dust-caked eyes.
He blinked. There was a boy standing in front of him. Wes blinked again. The small thin blond boy who smelled like bear, who had dirt on his face, legs, and clothes, was still there. Wes blinked harder this time, trying to clear his mind of the tricks it was playing on him. But when he opened them again, the boy was still there. And then he spoke.
“Excuse me, Mister. Carrie fell off the rocks and got hurt. She’s got blood all over. Her arm is really bad. Can you help us?” The boy said politely.
Wes shot to his feet reaching for the boy. “Are you real?”
The boy jumped back and scowled. “Well, I’m not chopped liver.”
Wes held out his arms, palms up in supplication. “I’m sorry. It’s just I’ve been here for a long time without seeing another person except for those guys who put me here. And even they have been missing for a long time. Who are you? How did you get here?”
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