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Title: Three Hearts
Author: Grace R. Duncan
Publisher: Self Published
Cover Artist: Jess Small
Genre: 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.
I was not a particular fan of doctors’ offices. Invariably I ended up in a gown that showed my ass and with nothing more than a paper sheet to keep me warm. Considering I’d been so cold lately, it was even worse this time. Thankfully a nurse found me a real sheet instead of a paper one, which wasn’t much, but still helped. And I left my socks on.
My ass still hung out, though.
I shook that thought off as I waited for Dr. Phillips to come in. I’d be fine. This, whatever this was, would pass. I repeated it in my head like a mantra until the door opened.
Dr. Phillips was one of those doctors with the uncanny ability to make you feel at ease just by stepping into the room. It shouldn’t have been possible—the guy was tall, with defined muscles and killer gray eyes—but he did. I felt myself relaxing for the first time in two months.
“Good afternoon, Liam. How are you?” he asked as he moved over to the sink to wash his hands.
I blew out a breath. “Not so good, actually, doctor.”
“Tell me what’s been going on.”
I bit my lip, too focused on him drying his hands, and shook myself a little over getting distracted. “I’ve been exhausted. Like… constantly. For weeks now. I’m cold all the time, even when it’s hot in a room. And my brain feels like someone slowed the speed down, like I’m walking through a fog all the dam—sorry, all the time.”
Dr. Phillips chuckled and held up a hand. “Language doesn’t bother me.” He stepped close, put his hands on either side of the base of my neck, and pressed around lightly, then up the sides. “Any other symptoms?”
I tried to think it through, but those had been enough. “Not that I know of.”
“How are your heats?”
I tried not to blush. “I take the suppressant,” I mumbled. “Well, except once. The pharmacy had run out.”
He pulled back and considered me. “When was that?”
Biting my lip, I struggled to think back. “Actually….” I blinked. “I think it was right before this started.”
He nodded, then went over to the computer to make a note. “How long have you been on the suppressant?”
“Since I started going into heat at sixteen.” It took all I had to keep calm. I wanted to blush horribly, which was ridiculous. These were basic medical questions, but I couldn’t seem to stop the warmth in my cheeks.
“Was the heat you went through normal?”
I frowned. “I don’t really know? I’ve only gone through a few. It seemed typical.”
Dr. Phillips nodded again, still typing away. “I’m going to order a few blood tests, but I think I know what’s going on.”
I blinked. “And?”
“Well, I don’t know if I want to say until I have the results back, but….” He pursed his lips. “I think the sudden heat threw your hormones out of balance. The suppressant is a hormone itself that regulates your need to go into heat, right?”
“So your body has been used to getting that hormone for years now. And then, suddenly, it didn’t have it anymore.”
“But….” I scrunched my forehead. “But I thought I’d heal from that?”
“You will. It’ll be slower, though. The omega gene slows some of those types of healing down. Cuts, scrapes, bruises? Those are easy for your systems to fix. Something like this, however, takes a lot more. And with the added hormones that come with being an omega, it’ll take longer. First, though, the blood tests. I want to check you over too.”
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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