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Looking for Godfrey

by Erin O'Quinn

Lookinf for Godfrey - Erin O'Quinn - Noble
Part of the Noble Dimensions series:
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Two men…a falcon…a dream…and a pitiless hunter. 

On a quest into Nevada’s harsh wild high desert, Shawn and Dylan discover something besides a poacher and a lost bird—something without a name they’ve both been looking for all their lives.

Looking for Godfrey is the really the story of Nevada’s high desert, where life and death clash and crash. It’s also a fast and furious love story, in more ways than one.

O’Quinn’s “Noble Dimensions” universe stories have been described as “love, lust, sex, mystery, sex, conflict, and more scorching hot sex!” (Joe Cool Reviews). 

~gay ~erotic romance ~action ~suspense 

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Publisher: New Dawn Press
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Tropes: Biological Urge to Mate, Criminals & Outlaws, Healing Power of Sex, Hurt / Comfort, Pets Are 'Portant

Setting: Nevada high desert/mountains

Languages Available: English

Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters


From Chapter 9, "The Hunt"

The escarpment was easy to scale, pitted by centuries of harsh weather, clotted with sage and brittle-bush whose tenacious roots dug into its skin. At the top, he stood alongside his bird man, who seemed to be bathed in the rose-glow of the rising sun.

From this vantage point, one of his favorite spots, they could look down into the valley they’d just traveled…a canvas of muted greens and yellows, grays and browns emerging from the shadow of night. Glancing at the man next to him, he realized Dylan, too, was not watching the sky. He seemed fixed on the flatland below.

“What do you see, my friend?”


“Prairie falcons are pretty interesting, Shawn. If you ever look for them, try the low bluffs and stands of sagebrush. Like the valley floor below. And don’t expect a lazy sweep of wings, the way a hawk does. Hell, if they’re on a real hunt, they can slam into the wind and into their prey at almost fifty miles an hour.”

“When’s the best time to find them?”

“Now is great. Any time during the day, really, but early is best. At night they sleep, building strength for the day ahead.”

This was the first time Dylan seemed to open up about his loss since the first day they’d met. Shawn pursued it, gently.

“How old is Godfrey anyway?”

His mate turned to him with a little smile. “I got him just out of the scrape…the nest…two years ago. I think the rest of the brood was taken by a hawk. I was lucky to find him then. Now…not so much.”

“You hinted once that he might be looking for a mate.”

He grinned. “The same way I was? You could be spot-on. Two years is about the time they get the urge. He could have felt my own need, somehow.”

“So…maybe your loss is his gain, love.”

Dylan’s head sank to his chest. “Yeah. It’s ironic. I think I know how parents feel when their kid goes off to college. If you love them, set them free.”

“Or maybe he set you free.”

“That’s way too fucking heavy for me. Let’s get on the move, man. We have a bad guy to find.”

Pulling Dylan close, he searched his eyes, gray-blue stands of sky and sagebrush, a world of hurt and promise. “Your quest is mine too. I meant that.”

“I know. But I remember from when my mom used to read bedtime stories to me. A quest by definition is a lifelong search. If the hunt was easy, they wouldn’t write books about it. Anyway, Shawn, let’s fill our canteens from the river, and find the cabin. I’m ready for some action.”


The fictitious hick town of Noble, Nevada is featured in two other short novels—Noble, Nevada and The Chase. I’ve put those titles in their own series called “Noble Dimensions,” and I hope you’ll check them out. Chronologically, Finding Godfrey is the latest, but all three can be read as stand-alones. There are a few characters in common, but those threads are not critical to the tapestry.

The town itself is a flimsy disguise for my own home town, but the characters exist only in my imagination. The mountains? They’re another story altogether…or many stories, in many places…but always the mountains where I was born.

About the Author

Erin O'Quinn was born almost literally on the side of a mountain in Nevada and was hauled kicking and screaming into the nearest town, fifty miles away, to attend first grade. To this day, she claims to be kindergarten-deprived.

O'Quinn earned a few degrees from the University of So. California, but her real education began on the back docks of the Las Vegas (NV) Review-Journal newspaper; on the good-old-boy car lots in Abilene, TX where she sold new Chryslers and used cars; and in a big-box store in Austin, TX where she alternately hauled pallets and ran a garden center.

You'll find a lot of action-adventure, and a character-centered, plot-centered group of seven series and a few stand-alones

Of 46 published works for adults, 33 (I think) are in the gay lit (M/M) genre. From the Noble Dimensions series (small town/contemporary) to Old World Ireland, Jacobite-era  and modern Scotland; and back to the retro world of Ireland in the Roaring 20s, she says, "My men, and my settings, are no-frills, no hearts and flowers. But I think a certain nobility and even spiritual element often creep in among the honest sexual feelings."

Any reviews you see are unsolicited, and are always welcome.

Settle back, enjoy what Erin O'Quinn calls "literotica with a flare for the unusual...thoughtful and with passions too big for their britches."