Jack Addison vs. Foxy Lies

by K.A. Merikan

“Everyone deserves a chance. It’s not his fault his mother was a murdering beast.”

After one night of passion, Jack and Roux travel to Siberia to hunt down a mysterious monster that has crawled out of a deep mine shaft and keeps attacking the workers. With Roux regretful about giving in to temptation, the atmosphere between the two venators remains tense, but private matters need to stay in the background when the unknown being proves more deceptive than expected.

Something dangerous lurks in the blizzard, but how can they protect themselves when they don’t trust each other? When new truths about Roux are revealed, will Jack be able to man up and become who Roux needs him to be?


Themes: pride, shapeshifter, demons, Siberia, winter setting, love, trust, self-discovery, tolerance, fame, monster hunting, interspecies relations, love, deception, kitsune

Genre: M/M romantic erotica, horror-comedy

Erotic content: Scorching hot, explicit scenes

WARNING: This story contains morally ambiguous characters and scenes of sex that might be considered taboo.

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Publisher: Independently Published
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Badass Hero, Big Character / Little Character, Cultural Differences, Enemies to Lovers, Interracial Relationship, Opposites Attract, Reunited and it Feels So Good, Second Chances
Word Count: 19500
Setting: Siberia, Russia
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters

Jack daydreamed about the warm beaches of Italy and Greece, projecting their image over the endless snow outside. When he and Roux boarded the train in Transylvania, he’d thought it wouldn’t be an issue to experience a tough winter once more, since they were always white and cold where he was from. But the Siberian winter was nothing like the coziness of the cold months back home. It was bitingly tough, reaching for them through the tiniest gaps.

Jack was too busy to think about it much at first, fascinated by the different way people dressed out here, by their food, and the fact that they mixed their tea with jam, but the farther east they traveled, the less people there were, until he spent endless hours watching barren landscapes untouched by men.


In the first days of their journey, they’d met other venators heading the same way, but as the snow became thicker, familiar faces were replaced by those of locals. He didn’t mind. Many venators were out for their own glory and were difficult to work with, but it was the attitude some displayed toward Roux that made Jack resent the notion of having to travel together.

Sadly, things weren’t rosy between Jack and Roux either.

‘Civil’ would’ve been the best way to describe the atmosphere between them, but no matter how much they didn’t talk about what had happened in Transylvania, there was no denying that it had in fact happened. Jack had slept with Roux, loved every second of their closeness, and without his defenses up, Roux had admitted he liked Jack.

So Jack would just trudge on and try to gradually chip at the chat’s icy attitude until another opportunity arose to prove his worth as a prospective lover, because now that he’d been inside Roux’s tight body, there was no going back. He kept fantasizing about the long tail tightening around his cock, the large, tempting eyes looking at him over Roux’s shoulder, about the touch of soft fur on skin.

Somehow, someday, he would capture Roux’s heart.

Hopefully, sooner rather than later.

It was dreadfully dark when their train rolled into the Krasnoyarsk station, but despite the icy air assaulting Jack’s face from the moment he got off, he was glad to see lights and people.

Roux gasped, and his lips parted, releasing vapor. He stared forward with eyes wide and he was so pretty Jack couldn’t take his eyes off.

“Is that a yeti?” Roux whispered, and only then Jack’s brain snapped out of his infatuation coma.

A giant in furs stood by the small bar at the platform. Too big to fit through the narrow doors, he accepted a steaming mug through the window. Black, leathery fingers looked like gloves, but when the creature faced Jack and rose to his entire height, one glance at its face was enough to conclude it was not human.

“I-I think so,” Jack whispered, wondering if being stared at would annoy the giant, but he couldn’t look away, nonetheless.

“A specimen for your memoir?” Roux asked with a smirk.

It was the first time Roux had mentioned the topic since the Transylvania fiasco, and it made Jack’s heart skip a beat to hear that Roux was able to find humor in it. Even if Jack was the butt of the joke.

Jack cleared his throat, noticing the glimmer of beads at the trim of the yeti’s clothes, and when the creature walked past them, the slenderness of its body was noticeable under the fur. “I think it might be a woman,” he said and rubbed his hands together, because they were freezing despite the gloves.


About the Author

K.A. Merikan are a team of writers who try not to suck at adulting, with some success. Always eager to explore the murky waters of the weird and wonderful, K.A. Merikan don’t follow fixed formulas and want each of their books to be a surprise for those who choose to hop on for the ride.

K.A. Merikan have a few sweeter M/M romances as well, but they specialize in the dark, dirty, and dangerous side of M/M, full of bikers, bad boys, mafiosi, and scorching hot romance.

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