Trickster

“Yes, I want you. That’s pretty damn obvious. I also want to know you.”

Delaney Smith, coyote shifter and CTO at Trickster Technologies, thinks humans are bland, boring, and undateable. So the last thing he expects is scenting his mate in the Trickster offices — a mate who is not only male, but quite human.

Programmer Mark Fellowes is shocked when the CTO at his contract job makes a pass at him, and even more surprised at his temptation to respond. Straight and dating a career-minded executive, he’s never even thought about kissing another man — until now.

When Mark is attacked by thieves trying to steal company files, Delaney must put aside his preconceptions to protect his mate. But will a criminal bent on destroying Trickster Tech separate them before he can stake his claim?

Excerpt available here.

Paranormal, Erotic Romance, MM
Word Count: 22,200
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Belaurient Press

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Reviews

Rated 5 stars. “Nicola Cameron has a great action-packed fated mate book with Trickster.”
– Redz World Reviews

Rated 4.5 stars. “Mark and Delaney made a great pair with their sweet moments, their intelligence, their chemistry, and their commitment. This was a surprisingly fantastic read.”
– Megan’s Media Melange

Rated Four Stars. “Trickster is a sexy m/m story that is a must read!”
– The To Be Read Pile

Rated Four Stars. “This is a must read for fans of gay shifters and protective alpha male types, very sexy. I hope it’s the start to a series.”
– MM Good Book Reviews

Rated Four Cups. “A pretty neat shifter story with enough twists to keep the reader interested. I enjoyed the world of Trickster and the writing of Nicola Cameron.
– Coffee Time Romance

“This was a quick and dirty little read that was hot and totally enjoyable.”
– Leigh, Guilty Pleasures

Rated Four Stars. “if you’re looking for a fun, short mystery-like read with lots of hot man-on-shifter action, then you will probably like this novella.”
– Rainbow Book Reviews

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Excerpt

He cleared his throat. Mark yelped and spun, bumping into the dresser next to the bed. The towel around his waist started to slip, and Delaney caught a glimpse of pale, muscled hip before he yanked the terrycloth back into place.

Panting, he glared at Delaney. “Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?” he yelled. “Do you even know how to knock?”

“I did,” Delaney said, trying to sound innocent. “You didn’t answer so I got worried. Didn’t know you were in the shower until I came in here.” And you were coming in there.

Without his glasses, Mark’s resemblance to a furious faun was even more striking. “God. I do not need any more of this tonight,” he growled.

“This what?”

“You, sneaking around and following me everywhere.” He scowled at Delaney’s groin. “Especially with another fucking hard on.”

For some reason, that cheered the shifter. “You noticed, huh?”

“Helen Keller would have noticed it, all right? Does it ever go down?”

“Not since this morning. I can’t help it, babe. I smell you and I get wood.”

“Oh, Jesus.” Mark edged next to the bed, clutching both towels now and looking hunted. “Look, I’m tired. I just want to put on some pajamas and crash, all right? I’ve had a really bad, weird day, so how about we can talk about shapeshifters and,” he waved vaguely between them, “that other thing in the morning.”

Delaney ignored the slap of disappointment and nodded. “Okay. We’ll talk later when you’re not tired.” Although you weren’t too tired to jerk off in the shower.

Mark’s cheeks blazed to life. “You listened to me?”

Oh, shit, he can hear my thoughts already? “I didn’t mean to, but coyotes have really good hearing,” Delaney said defensively. “At least you got off. My balls are aching so much I can barely walk straight.”

“So go to your own damn bathroom and rub one out there!”

“It’s not about getting off, dammit!” Delaney yelled back, before catching himself. “Okay, it’s not just about getting off. God, I wish you were a shifter. Then you’d understand.”

“Well, I’m not a shifter,” Mark snapped, “so you’re just going to have to explain it to the stupid human.”

“I — Jesus.” Delaney sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and find the right words. “Being drawn to a mate, it isn’t just physical. It’s emotional and spiritual as well.” He gestured at his groin. “Yes, I want to fuck you. That’s pretty damn obvious. I also want to know you. I want to talk to you, find out everything about you—where you grew up, what your family’s like, whether you like sports, what your favorite food is, your opinion on Steven Moffat, what you want to do with the rest of your life, all that. And I want you to get to know me, too.”