By Grace R. Duncan
Cover by Jess Small
Release date: 3/3/2017
Reviewed by Meredith
Liam Scott is sick. That’s not supposed to be possible. As a wolf shifter, he’s supposed to be able to heal. The omega gene he was born with means he’s capable of carrying shifter young and Liam is worried that whatever is wrong will mean his one-day hope of having pups will be dashed. But despite the fears keeping him away from the doctor until now, he knows he needs to go.
It turns out the sickness is temporary, but the treatment causes a whole other problem.
Mason’s alpha gene means he’s one of very few wolves who can impregnate an omega male. For two years, he’d been watching Liam, but things kept getting in the way. When Liam shows up in heat, Mason recognizes the opportunity he needs and doesn’t hesitate make to Liam his mate and the father of his pups.
But Liam has old wounds and fears to work through which the pregnancy is only making worse, and Mason isn’t sure how to get past them to show he’s serious about making a life together as loving mates. It’s not until a female wolf decides Mason should be hers that Liam makes his biggest worry known—and Mason can finally put the fears to rest.
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This really and truly is a romantic and sweet story! There aren’t two words more apt to describing this story. In this world, the author has created a universe where humans and shifters live amongst each other. Omega wolves, both male and female, can get pregnant. So, I took a moment and tried to picture a world where men walked around pregnant and kind of found that to be interesting.
In this case Liam is an omega and he works in a firm. He takes suppressants so that he can’t go into heat and therefore become pregnant. Of course something goes wrong he has side effect and well… I don’t want to tell you all the little adorable secrets this tale holds.
Mason is the CFO for the company Liam works for, and he’s an alpha. I loved how this all worked itself out. Mason, even before Liam goes into heat, had his eye on him. So, this whole thing was pure perfection for him.
So much in Liam’s past holds him back from saying those three magic words. So, we sit back and watch these two love all over each other! Frustrated because they are both beyond stubborn. But it’s beautiful. Mason dotes on Liam like he’s the second coming and Liam works so hard with the trust part.
There really is minimal conflict in this story. A bump here and there but mostly it’s a smooth, warm, homemade apple pie kind of feeling, book. If that makes sense. I smiled through so much of it and I tell you, when it ended I thought Liam deserved an award… you’ll see.
All in all, this is a truly good feeling shifter/mpreg book. These guys are fabulous together. The secondary characters ore true godsends and added a wonderful layer to this story. Lovely.
Thanks so much to Meredith and Diverse Reader for hosting me today, for the Three Hearts release! I’m so excited to share it with you. Three Hearts is my first ever mpreg, so I hope you enjoy it. Here’s a steamy little excerpt exclusive to Diverse. Thank you again, Meredith!
When we stepped into the penthouse, I turned toward the kitchen, sure Mason would want coffee—it was pretty typical for him at this point in the evening, and I certainly never turned the stuff down. Instead, Mason caught my hand. I turned, eyebrows up, and he tugged until I was in his arms. Without a word, he caught my lips in a soft kiss.
I cupped his face in my palms, putting into the kiss all the stuff I couldn’t say yet, couldn’t admit to myself even. Mason’s arms tightened around me, and I slid my hands up into his hair.
He broke the kiss and pulled back, but only by a few inches. His eyes danced over my face, but I couldn’t read his expression. He brushed his thumb over one of my cheekbones, then kissed me again softly before tilting his head toward the bedroom.
For whatever reason, he didn’t want words yet, but I wasn’t going to argue. Not that I liked to argue as it was, but especially with the mess my head—and heart—were in.
So when he stepped back, I took his hand and walked down the hall with him to the bedroom. We stood next to the bed, but when I reached for my T-shirt, Mason shook his head. Instead, he pulled it slowly up my chest, his hands sliding over my skin as he did.
My cock jumped and started to fill over the caress. The front of Mason’s jeans bulged slightly in reaction, and it did good things for me to know I affected him like that—even when I wasn’t in heat. Maybe especially when I wasn’t, because it was me and not some biological reaction that made him want me.
Mason tugged the shirt off and tossed it aside, then ran his hands back down my chest, pausing to thumb my nipples before moving on. As he went, he knelt, unbuttoning my jeans at the same time. When he opened them, he leaned in and kissed my belly softly right over where the pups were growing.
My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed. Whatever else I worried about, I couldn’t question that Mason wanted our pups. For reasons I couldn’t fathom, he was happy I was the one carrying them. I could accept that much, was sure of that even if I believed he could never love me as I hoped.
I ran my hands through his hair as he covered my belly with kisses. Despite the reason for the kisses—the pups—I couldn’t stop my reaction to Mason’s lips on my skin. It seemed, though, Mason didn’t want me to, because a moment later, he eased my jeans and underwear down, freeing my cock.
He helped me out of my shoes, then divested me of the rest of my clothes until I stood naked before him. He wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked it slowly, making me gasp. My ass started leaking enough to draw his attention next, and he slipped his free hand around to slide his fingers along my crack. He pushed one into me, and I couldn’t hold back the moan.
Mason hummed softly, then ran his tongue over the tip of my cock, lapping up the precum already dripping. The moan got louder, and I was rewarded with Mason’s mouth moving down over my length, swallowing me whole. He cupped my balls, teasing them next, and I knew if I didn’t do something fast, I was going to go off in an absurdly short amount of time.
I whined a little, tugging on Mason’s hair. He pulled off and looked up, eyebrows raised. I was loath to break the silence, but I had no other way to get my point across. “Need you inside me,” I whispered.
Mason stood, and I attacked his shirt while he opened his jeans and kicked off his shoes. A moment later, I had him naked against me. His cock rubbed mine deliciously, and I moaned again at the feel of skin against skin.
He cupped my ass and lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved to the bed. After laying me down gently, he settled in on me, holding his weight on his forearms. I pulled until his lips were on mine and I could get lost in the kiss again.
About Grace Duncan
Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
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