Jade Buchanan
Paranormal Erotic Romance
Faun of a Time
Not everyone who works for Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs does so through normal channels. There are some who prefer to do their work quietly, orderly, alone. Corin Róg is one such person. He’s the groundskeeper on an isolated section of the Island and only a handful of people know he exists. But, some secrets are meant to be discovered.
Mitch Whelan is one angry wolf. Entering the forest to find a runaway lab experiment, he never expected to find an altogether different type of creature. The shy faun calls to him, awakens the wolf inside him at his first glimpse of the little horns peaking through Corin’s unruly mop of curls. But, in order to be with the faun, Mitch may need to restrain his basic urges -- the need to claim his mate in the only way an Alpha knows how.
Corin won’t leave his land, Mitch won’t leave the lab. Can these two very different men ever find a way to be together?
Reviews
Faun of a Time is both amusing and hot. Mitch’s crabby, bossy ways made me laugh. Corin’s curiosity and sweetness made him the perfect match for Mitch. Watching these two very different men come together was a lot of fun. If you’re in the mood for a lighthearted paranormal story with unusual heroes, pick up Faun of a Time.
~ Reviewed by Cassie, Joyfully Reviewed
(4 1/2 Hearts) Faun Of A Time was the next chapter of Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs. A wonderful, graphically sexy series of novellas, Rookery Cove makes Aphrodisiacs using a variety of paranormal creatures. Mitch and Corin were two of my favorites. Corin immediately wanted to have sex with Mitch and could barely wait until they got to Mitch's cabin. Mitch and Corin had amazing sex. I wanted to be there with them. There were a number of fabulous secondary characters, some new who populate Rookery Cove. As with the other stories, Faun Of A Time had a well-developed plot that flowed easily. I heartily recommend reading Rookery Cove: Faun Of A Time.
~ Reviewed by Marcy Arbitman, The Romance Studio
Meet Corin, my little faun. He sits beside my computer when I write :)
For more information on the talented artist who created Corin for me, and to see more of her fabulous creations: http://www.nenufar-blanco.com/index.htm
Excerpt
A twig snapped, fur was ruffled by the wind and something brushed against bark. It all became clear as day to him, the sounds magnified as if they were happening directly in front of him. His nose might be less sensitive in this form, but there was nothing wrong with his hearing.
He cocked his head a moment later, baffled at the sight of the creature that walked into the clearing to stop suddenly at the sight of Mitch.
He was slim, obviously young and incredibly tender to Mitch’s wolf eyes. Juicy. Pale, milky skin covered his upper body and it looked like the sun never touched his flesh. Wild curls framed an arresting face, and a pointed chin drew attention to full lips just begging to be taken.
Mitch spied small horns peaking out of the brown curls, a touch darker than the faun’s hair. He growled low in his throat, forcibly reigning in his wolf.
The faun remained still, his honey brown eyes wide as he stared back at Mitch. Not a whiff of fear came off him, he was utterly peaceful. It was actually kinda nice to meet someone who didn’t react with fear at their first sight of him. Mitch grinned, licking his bottom lip.
The faun ducked his head, looking down at the forest floor. The action drew Mitch’s gaze along that lean body, past the dusky nipples and the indent at his navel. Down to the curling brown fur that started at his hipbones. The fur almost hid the goat-like limbs on the creature. Halfway down his calf, the fur tapered off except for little tufts covering the fragile looking hooves that were currently shifting back and forth in the grass. His little faun was nervous. Hmm… interesting.
Mitch paced forward, bringing the faun’s attention back to him. He took in the growing pink blush along the man’s chest and face. Mitch grinned again, baring his teeth.
“Hello.”
The word was softly spoken, barely audible. Mitch stopped in front of the faun, studying him closely.
“Hey back.”
“Do you live here?”
“In the labs. You?”
The blush deepened, a becoming pink shading his cheeks. “Oh, well, I’m the groundskeeper.”
“Groundskeeper? Is that why I’ve never seen you around?”
“Yes. Well, sort of. Actually, no.”
Mitch raised one hand, brushing his knuckles down one soft cheek. That blush was driving him to distraction. “What exactly does that mean?”
“Well, you see, I don’t actually go near the manufacturing plant. I’m not supposed to, Airk’s orders.” He stopped, his brow furrowing. “Actually, it’s really more Bernie’s orders, Airk’s never really said anything about not going to the plant. He only really said that I probably wouldn’t want to go. Although, I can’t see why not since I want to know as much as possible about the other workers. Is it true you really take a break every few hours so you don’t get tired? And that you take longer off for lunch? I’ve never really understood that. I mean, why only work during the day? Wouldn’t it make more sense to work whenever you wanted to? That way you could visit with all the animals out on the island and take in the sunset whenever you wanted to.”
Mitch chuckled, amused at the bright eyed wonder on the faun’s face. He seemed fascinated by the workings of the Plant.
“What’s your name?”
“Oh, Corin. Corin Róg. What’s yours?”
“Mitch Whelan.”
“I like you.”
Mitch couldn’t hold back the bark of laughter this time. It seemed his faun said whatever entered his pretty little head. Wait, when had he started referring to him as his faun? His cock jerked behind the restrictive jeans he now cursed putting on this morning.
“Is that right, Pretty?”
“Yes. Do you want to mate with me?”
Choking, Mitch brought his hand up to his throat. Did Corin just say what he thought he’d said?
