He wants to control the map…but his ex marks the spot.
Dolphin shifter and treasure hunter Vince Ito just got his dream mission: find King Arthur’s sword.
Unfortunately, he also got his mission partner, the one man he ever let past his defenses, only to get wrecked.
Now he has to see the guy every day. Travel with him over his home turf of northern Scotland.
Well, no way is he going to eat with him too. Or share a room with him.
Or crack open the whisky that led to his first intoxicating taste of command.
Hawk shifter and adventure photographer Lachlan McAlistair remembers exactly how it all went down.
And he’ll be damned if he’ll give Vince that kind of power over him again.
Any realist knows there’s no sword to be found. So Lach will play along and collect his check.
No unnecessary time alone with Vince. No chatting, no joking, no reminiscing.
And definitely no admitting he’s developed a craving for Vince’s brand of discipline.
Stripping His Armor is the 1st novel in the Shift & Seek m/m shifter series.
Set your coordinates for a disoriented control freak, a Scot who knows just how to push his buttons, some damn fine whisky, and two guys secretly hoping for a second chance.
Tropes: second chances, opposites attract, forced proximity, fake relationship
Content Notes: This story involves depictions/descriptions of a consensual D/s dynamic; production & consumption of alcohol; firearms & hunting; murder; and attempted murder.
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Fine. He was letting the leadership role go. As much as it hurt to admit, it had never been his. In a way, that made him feel a fraction better because he hadn’t done anything to lose it. Cross would’ve said so; the guy was pretty straightforward.
Okay, so where did that leave him? On the mission of a lifetime, frankly. Partnered with the human embodiment of challenge, but when had he ever backed down from a challenge?
In a lot of ways, he’d been training for this for years. Decades, even. And as cold as it sounded, his knowledge of Lachlan McAlistair was part of that preparation.
A painful, frustrating part but like walking through fire. He’d survived it, and so had Lach. They could do this. They could be grown-up enough to work together like adults, right?
Beside him, Lach stretched. The lines of his thighs grew hard under his kilt as his long legs extended under the seat in front of him. One hand—the near one that had been tapping—lifted the hem of his sweater to scratch at his belly. The hair there was dark and curling, and a memory of it brushed across Vince’s lips.
His own hand shot into the air.
The flight attendant approached, smiling expectantly. “Yes, Mr. Ito?”
“Whisky, please,” he murmured, then silently mouthed, Double.
She turned for the galley, and he settled back into his seat.
But not before he caught the smug little smile curling Lach’s mouth.