hips to jab Liam in the ass with his rapidly filling cock. “After we clean up.” He leaned down to nuzzle Liam’s ear. “I can’t wait to get you all dirty again.”
Liam booped him on the nose. “Challenge accepted.”
More by Morgan Brice
Badlands Series
Badlands
Restless Nights, a Badlands Short Story
Lucky Town, a Badlands Novella
The Rising
Cover Me, a Badlands Short Story
Loose Ends
Leap of Faith, A Badlands/Witchbane Novella
Night, a Badlands Short Story
Fox Hollow Zodiac Series
Huntsman
Kings of the Mountain Series
Kings of the Mountain
Treasure Trail Series
Treasure Trail
Witchbane Series
Witchbane
Burn, a Witchbane Novella
Dark Rivers
Flame and Ash
Unholy
Afterword
I grew up going camping in the Adirondacks, and those mountains have always held a special corner of my heart. I love the smell of the pine trees, the contours of the land, the beauty of the lakes. After not having been back for a long time, I went for a visit a few years ago and found that not much had changed, and it was just as special as I remembered.
The town of Fox Hollow is very loosely based on Long Lake, which was the closest town to where we tent-camped. There is a Victorian hotel there (great food, cool interior), seaplane rides, an awesome gift shop, and a terrific ice cream place, in case you’re in the neighborhood. Everything else is totally my imagination.
The Saranac Theater’s decor was inspired by an independent theater in Lake Placid. Liam’s attempt to talk with the non-shifter foxes was based on my effort to use my long-ago college Spanish to communicate in Barcelona a few years ago. I got the point across, but inelegantly, with weird conjugation. But we still communicated, which was the goal.
The “forever wild” Adirondacks are a dangerous place. People do go missing. One particular incident that happened when I was a kid has never been solved. You’re likely to encounter bear and other wild animals, and the terrain is vast and unforgiving—but beautiful.
As for the Fox Institute, I’ve always been fascinated by the Spiritualist Movement and Lily Dale and all of the interest in psychics and mediums during the late 1800s. The Fox Sisters were real and were very famous before one of the sisters claimed everything had been faked. She later recanted, but it was too late. Some believe that their gift was real, but the pressure of becoming touring performers pushed them to go beyond what they could actually do. Lily Dale is an actual place, and it figured prominently in the Spiritualist Movement. The idea of supporters of the Fox Sisters being exiled is entirely fictional, but Fox Sisters and fox shifters seemed to go together in my mind!
All of my Morgan Brice series cross over with each other and with my urban fantasy stories written under my Gail Z. Martin name. So that mention of “knowing a guy” in Cape May and Myrtle Beach is a hint that you’ll be seeing familiar faces pop up in future Fox Hollow books and vice versa!
Please also look for a related short story about a squirrel shifter looking for love in the Heart2Heart4 anthology and later, on Prolific Works. You’ll also find another related story in the Beyond the Realm: Imagine linked series, and yet another in a “friend’s-to-lovers” giveaway and ultimately on Prolific Works. Enjoy!
Also by Morgan Brice.
Badlands
Medium and clairvoyant Simon Kincaide owns a Myrtle Beach boardwalk shop where he runs ghost tours, holds séances, and offers private psychic readings, making a fresh start after his abilities cost him his lover and his job as a folklore professor. Jaded cop Vic D’Amato saw something supernatural he couldn’t explain during a shootout several years ago in Pittsburgh and relocated to Myrtle Beach to leave the past behind, still skeptical about the paranormal. But when the search for a serial killer hits a dead end, Vic battles his skepticism to ask Simon for help. As the body count rises, Simon’s involvement makes him a target, and a suspect. But Simon can’t say no, even if it costs him his life and heart.
Read the first chapter free at MorganBrice.com Here
Kings of the Mountain
Fast cars. Outlaw country boys. Snarky werewolves, vengeful ghosts, menacing monsters, and a love that can’t be denied.
Dawson King’s family has been hunting things that go bump in the night in Transylvania County, North Carolina, since before the Revolutionary War.
Dawson was never happier than when he was racing his souped-up Mustang along winding mountain roads and hunting monsters with his best friend, Grady. Then Grady fell in love with him, which should have been perfect since Dawson had already fallen