His Bacon Sundae Werewolf

By Angelique Voisen

After his mate died from cancer, Pat Bolton closed his heart to love. Despite the support of his pack, Pat wants to follow his mate into death...until he meets Jules Gutierrez. Enigmatic, gorgeous and funny, Jules embodies everything Pat wants in a new mate. Unfortunately, Pat suspects Jules isn’t straight or a werewolf.

Behind his easygoing mask, Jules is a lone werewolf driven by revenge. Hot on the trail of a killer who brutally murdered his mate years ago, Jules has no time for distractions.

Werewolves mate for life. When their mates die, they soon follow, so Jules doesn’t understand why both he and his beast are inexplicably drawn to Pat. Grief brought them together, but with a dangerous killer on the loose, will they be able to reconcile their differences and let go of old ghosts in order to move forward?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Nov 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781772330939

Angelique Voisen

Angelique Voisen writes LGBTQ erotic romances and likes experimenting with different sub-genres. Her stories are often set in exotic settings and may include blades, fangs, kinky magic systems, and happily-ever-afters. Visit Angelique at www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com

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Copyright© 2014 Angelique Voisen

ISBN: 978-1-77233-093-9

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: JS Cook

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WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To Evernight Publishing, for giving my Wolves of New Haven series a home. To the readers who’ve followed the series from book one, I hope you enjoy Pat and Jules’s story as much I enjoyed writing it.

HIS BACON SUNDAE WEREWOLF

Wolves of New Haven, 4

Angelique Voisen

Copyright © 2014

Chapter One

The trail ended here, at the sleepy little town of New Haven. With his car parked by the side of the road, Jules Gutierrez lowered his windows to let out the smell of cigarettes and take-out. He inhaled a lungful of fresh air and sighed. The refreshing smell of pine caressed his nostrils and he let his eyes devour the picturesque view. Two towering straight rows of pine trees and oaks lined the wide-swept road that led to New Haven, and beyond them rose the breathtaking Blue Mountains the town was famous for.

For a moment, Jules imagined what it was like running through those uncharted woods on four legs with his mate by his side and the wind caressing their fur. After the run, he imagined lying down on an untouched bed of freshly fallen autumn leaves with Cole’s rough unshaven cheek pressed against his neck while his fingers drew lazy circles on his mate’s bare chest.

Then grief would rip out his still-beating heart and he’d remember that Cole was dead. Murdered with no ounce of finesse, like an animal in a slaughterhouse. Cole was the reason why Jules had been unable to sleep and why he’d always been on the move. Why he was in New Haven in the first place.

Sorry quaint little New Haven, you’re just about to get dirty and smudged with the outside world’s ugliness.

Jules tore his eyes from the view and turned his attention to his lunch. He finished his take-out burger in three bites. Like always, most food tasted like paper in his mouth no matter how much he ate. Jules was a sensory deprived man these days, only able to comprehend a limited scope of a world once filled with sensations.

After Cole died, he felt like he was a dead man walking, a man deprived of purpose. As a wolf, it was only right to follow his mate into death once Cole died. Once he found a couple of murder scenes too similar to Cole’s around the area where he lived however, he found a new purpose. Even if chasing after that purpose would lead to his death, Jules really wasn’t complaining. There was nothing else to live for after his work was done.

He took a fistful of fries from his take-out bag, licked the grease off his fingers and worked on the burger chain’s new ingenious invention—a bacon sundae. Most food tasted little better than cardboard to him, but not this bacon sundae. The combination of grease and vanilla sweetness hit and ensnared his senses immediately, leaving nothing to the imagination. Jules finished it off in mere seconds.

With his stomach settled, Jules drove into town. New Haven wasn’t particularly big or small, but somewhere in between. There was the main town center, a couple of residential blocks and a park near the rail system that connected New Haven to the rest of the Quad-city areas.

A contact had already set him up with a cheap one-bedroom space to rent out and he’d already gotten a temporary gig working security at the local hospital. Jules didn’t think he’d be staying long, but he couldn’t afford to be sloppy either. He’d chased Cole’s killer relentlessly across the West Cities, but due to careless mishaps, they’d almost always—but never truly—crossed paths.

He better be ready, because I’m going to tear him apart.

It was no longer a rage-filled thought, but a tired one. Even his metaphysical wolf sat worn-out inside him, burned from restless days and and sleepless nights. A sign caught his eye as he drove through the main town center. A simple single-floor brick building with a Weight Losers banner hung above the front door. Jules parked by the curb and got out.

Gone were the days where he kept himself in top shape for Cole. If he wanted a shot at his dead mate’s killer, he had to be on some level of fitness at least. Sharpen both his mind and body. Being in the program would also keep his mind off things he’d rather not relieve again.

The handsome young thing behind the reception table, probably a college student working part-time, flashed a disarming smile at Jules. Nice-looking boy. The old me would’ve poked and waited around to see if he was gay. The old me…it’s been a while since the old me came out. Jules was just making his way to the table when he bumped into a soft wall.

Oh sorry. The man who spoke was huge, hairy, and had a few inches of height over Jules.

He would’ve looked threatening given his girth and height, but the flush that crept over his bearded face made Jules pause to study him closer. Thoughts of the slender college boy fled from his mind as he took in the other man. He had a biker’s sexy and dishevelled look about him. He wore a beat-up denim jacket and faded jeans. Intelligent chocolate brown eyes peered from his bearded face and his untidy wild hair was tied up in a small ponytail.

No problem, man. I’m Jules. Jules held out