Fated Mates: Dean & Clifton by Kyler Matthew

Gay werewolf romance novella

Fated mates: dean & clifton

Clifton's only reprieve from his crappy day job is hanging out at a gay club with his best friend and ogling his lust object Eric Hamilton. Unfortunately, Eric is way out of his league and doesn't even know he exists. Clifton is convinced that there's not a hotter guy on the face of the planet until Eric's brother comes into town for a visit.

Dean Hamilton works at a high-end restaurant in New York. He tries to ignore the fact that he's a werewolf the best that he can. It's easy to do when he lives in a big city and can't make it out to the forest for the full moon. But when he travels back to his hometown and imprints on Clifton, it's never more apparent to him that his true nature trumps all else.

Fated Mates: Dean & Clifton is a stand alone gay paranormal romance novella. It has spicy bits too hot for this blurb and a sweet HEA ending.

Genre: FICTION / Gay

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Paranormal

Language: English

Keywords: gay paranormal romance, gay romance, gay paranormal romance short story, gay romance short story, gay werewolf romance, gay werewolf romance short story, gay shifter romance

Word Count: 14751

Sample text:

I sigh in relief when my shift is over and I can take off the stupid fucking red apron they make us wear with our name tag affixed to one of the straps. I hang it up in the employee lounge, looking at it with all of the loathing that I feel from the day I've endured. Then I step out into the store, and my breath catches as my boss locks eyes with me and scowls.

“Clifton, can I talk to you for a minute?” He brushes past me, opening the door to the employee lounge and holding it for me so that I'll follow him inside.

The damn thing feels like a vortex sucking me back in. All I want is to go home, yet I can't seem to escape this place.

“Shit,” I mouth before turning around and walking back into hell.

There's no one else in the employee lounge, so Mister Monohan doesn't bother leading me to his office. He simply takes a seat at one of the tables we use for lunch. I sit across from him, already suspecting what this is about.

“I walked past your station earlier today, and you weren't there. You know what was there, though, a line of customers,” he informs me as if I didn't know that.

“I had to do a price check.” I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

“We've been over this before, Clifton. When you need a price check done, you call for Larry over the intercom.”

“The guy takes forever. Sometimes he doesn't even show up.” I can't even tell if Larry is coming or not. The only intercoms in the store are the ones at the registers and the one in Mister Monohan's office. Larry has no way to reach out to me aside from walking his lazy ass to my register, which he's not about to bother himself with. “It's faster if I do it myself.”


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

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Italian
Already translated. Translated by Giulia Gallo
Portuguese
Already translated. Translated by Thais Dematte and Daniele Souza
Author review:
Quick and precise.
Spanish
Already translated. Translated by Diego Alejandro Bustos
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