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Title: Three Hearts
Author: Grace R. Duncan
Publisher: Self Published
Cover Artist: Jess Small
Genre: Contemporary, Gay Romance, Paranormal
Release Date: 03/03/2017


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.

Bringing Real Life to Fiction

Thank you to Prism for giving me a chance to post with them today! I really appreciate it!


A lot of my writing reflects real life. In many of my stories something that has happened to me works its way into the story. Even though Three Hearts is mpreg—and I am not, much to my chagrin, male—I still enjoyed working things in.

While Liam is male, I firmly believe any pregnant being goes through many of the same things humans to. Aside from the obvious physical changes—like swallowing a basketball—there are a mess of other, much more subtle things. Like not being able to see your feet.

I don’t think I’ve met a pregnant person yet who hasn’t had a craving at least once during their pregnancies. My daughter craved the relatively mundane foods of spaghetti and sweets. Others (including myself early on) crave simple things like orange juice. However, there are some seriously strange combinations out there. My first pregnancy took the cake (not literally): coffee ice cream and guacamole, mixed together. I had a friend who couldn’t get enough of cherry Jell-o mixed with diced onions. I’m pretty sure it’s our body telling us we need something in particular. Liam, the poor thing, was no exception to this:


It wasn’t until I got to the kitchen that I found my wayward mate. He stood in front of the open refrigerator, staring at the interior, looking ready to cry.

“Liam?” I asked, to let him know I was there.

He sniffled. “Mason?” He looked over, and I braced myself for tears. “There’s… there’s… nothing to eat!” The last ended on an almost wail.

I crossed the room to stand next to him, wondering if somehow our fridge had emptied since we’d gone to the grocery store earlier that evening. However, I found the shelves as full as they’d been when we put everything away. I frowned into the fridge, then looked at Liam again. “Uh…,” I said, with no clue how to continue. I reached out and put an arm around his shoulder. “Is… um….”

“Avocado! I need avocado! And mint ice cream! And there isn’t any!”

I blinked at him. “Avocado, and mint ice cream?”

He nodded several times, swiftly. “Yes!” His lower lip wobbled as he said it.

I had no idea where this was coming from. I guessed it was something to do with the pregnancy. That would explain the tears. “Uh, okay.” I pulled him closer and hugged him, trying to divert said tears. “I… could… go get some for you?”

His big brown eyes widened, and he looked so hopeful, I wanted to cry. “You would?”


Mine wasn’t mint ice cream and avocado, but pretty close.

The other thing that seems pretty universal is nesting. My daughter had a need to constantly wash the baby’s clothes. Like, every week or even every few days, she pulled all the folded clothes out, dumped them into the washer and ran it again.

Me? It was Tupperware. (Though some of it was more mundane Rubbermaid. LOL) I had one night when I had the worst need to clean the Tupperware cabinet. And it had to be right that very second. I gave this one almost exactly the same way to Liam:



With a sigh I bent to the cabinet we kept the plasticware and baggies in. When I opened it, though, I realized how much of a mess it was. For reasons I could not explain in that moment, I had to fix it. Right that very second.

I plopped down in front of the cabinet—I knew that was going to be a bad idea, but I ignored that little voice. I was still too busy fighting my stupid emotions. Instead, I started pulling out all the bowls and lids and boxes of baggies. Admittedly, I was a little manic about it, but I tried not to think about that.

Until I had to pee. Then realized I couldn’t find one of the lids to fit the square container I liked to put sandwiches in. I knew the dishwasher would be empty, but I still managed to reach it and open it anyway. Nope. Nothing in there. I didn’t think it would end up in another cabinet, but I looked in all the ones I could reach from the floor. Still nothing.

My emotions were getting the better of me, but as I struggled, trying to figure out where the stupid lid was, I couldn’t hold it back anymore. My bladder got more insistent, and I realized I was stuck. I could not get up.

That was all it took and I lost it.

The fact that I didn’t want to be crying in the first place only made it worse. Then I looked down and was reminded of how fat I was, which reminded me of Mason turning down sex. That sent me into another fit of crying, which spilled over into hearing Mason tell me to go home.

Without him.

He didn’t want me anymore. As I sat on the floor, belly huge, ugly tear tracks streaking down my red, splotchy face, I had to admit, I couldn’t blame him. Who would want this?

Of course, that only made me cry harder.

And that’s how Mason found me a few minutes later.


I looked up at my mate, standing over me with a completely bewildered expression on his face. He blinked down at the floor, and I looked around me at the pile of plastic bowls and lids and containers. It was a mess. And I still couldn’t find the square lid. “I can’t find it!” was what came out.


I may have had a little too much fun putting poor Liam through this stuff. Maybe. But I just couldn’t resist. Could you?

Thanks again to Prism for hosting me today! I hope you enjoyed this peek into Liam’s craziness.


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About the Author

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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I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.

Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,

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3 thoughts on “Grace R. Duncan on Three Hearts ~ Guest Blog Rafflecopter Giveaway

  1. I’ve never been pregnant, so I do not know about cravings… But I remember my sister’s pregnancy, and she was pretty fixated on donuts… I’m sure any pregnant being would fall prey fo cravings as well. It is only natural!

    • It is! My daughter was adorable with her need for sweets. And I’m sure I drove a few people nuts with mine. LOL Now? That stuff sounds GROSS (coffee ice cream and guacamole? Ewwww). LOL

      Thanks for stopping by!

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