Title: Come On, Get Lucky
Author: Jacqueline Rohrbach
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: June 8, 2020
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 59300
Genre: Paranormal, LGBTQIA+, werewolf, vampire, best friends to lovers, humor, sarcasm, socially awkward character, slow burn-UST, men with pets
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Synopsis
Grant is looking for love, but there’s
one big problem—himself. Due to Grant’s massive size, not to mention the fact
he’s also a werewolf, all the eligible bachelors steer clear of him, preferring
men who are a little less ginormous and a lot less monstrous. Only Lee, Grant’s
best friend and vampire extraordinaire, sees him as a gentle giant who longs to
give awesome backrubs, cupcakes, and endless affection to his lifelong mate.
one big problem—himself. Due to Grant’s massive size, not to mention the fact
he’s also a werewolf, all the eligible bachelors steer clear of him, preferring
men who are a little less ginormous and a lot less monstrous. Only Lee, Grant’s
best friend and vampire extraordinaire, sees him as a gentle giant who longs to
give awesome backrubs, cupcakes, and endless affection to his lifelong mate.
Lee is tired of the same old song and
dance of dating and then breaking up. The only steady presence in his life has
been Grant, a tried-and-true friend who always knows what to say and the right
spot to scratch. So, when Grant finally breaks up with his flighty boyfriend,
Lee sees an opportunity to let his carefully guarded heart out of its box and
try for something real and lasting.
dance of dating and then breaking up. The only steady presence in his life has
been Grant, a tried-and-true friend who always knows what to say and the right
spot to scratch. So, when Grant finally breaks up with his flighty boyfriend,
Lee sees an opportunity to let his carefully guarded heart out of its box and
try for something real and lasting.
There’s a problem, though: Lee has
always forbidden romance between friends, an order he’s drilled into Grant’s
head over and over again.
always forbidden romance between friends, an order he’s drilled into Grant’s
head over and over again.
That means Lee might need to throw their
friendship to the fire. To find passion, they’ll have to become enemies. To
find love, they’ll have to get lucky.
friendship to the fire. To find passion, they’ll have to become enemies. To
find love, they’ll have to get lucky.
Excerpt
Come On, Get Lucky
Jacqueline Rohrbach © 2020
All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
Grant wiped sweat from his brow. Hands
trembling, he struggled to maneuver the oversized shirt button into its tiny
hole. It was like being a virgin all over again. Should he lube the damn thing?
Would that make it glide right in to everyone’s satisfaction? Scratch those
thoughts; Grant couldn’t afford a sexual itch right now. If he stiffened, he
might have a stress boner all night in the fancy restaurant where he’d booked a
table for two. And, oh Jesus, everything was a mess. A total, awful mess.
trembling, he struggled to maneuver the oversized shirt button into its tiny
hole. It was like being a virgin all over again. Should he lube the damn thing?
Would that make it glide right in to everyone’s satisfaction? Scratch those
thoughts; Grant couldn’t afford a sexual itch right now. If he stiffened, he
might have a stress boner all night in the fancy restaurant where he’d booked a
table for two. And, oh Jesus, everything was a mess. A total, awful mess.
“Knock, knock, big guy,” Lee said,
tapping on the wood frame of the doorway. “You almost ready?”
tapping on the wood frame of the doorway. “You almost ready?”
“Come on in. Help me out. Get this thing
in there.”
in there.”
“Goodness, dear heart. I hope you won’t
have to say that tonight.”
have to say that tonight.”
“I’m trying to not think about sex!”
“Boring.”
As lithe and graceful as Grant was bulky
and clunky, Lee glided in on a cloud of glitter and sarcasm. His slender
fingers made quick work of the task, and before Grant knew it, his dress shirt
was smoothed down the length of his torso and tucked neatly into his black
slacks. Standing to the side, his palm supporting his chin, Lee inspected his
handiwork. Grant, for his part, stood straight under his critical eye and
endeavored not to dwell on the lingering tingle along his spine where Lee’s
fingers had touched him.
and clunky, Lee glided in on a cloud of glitter and sarcasm. His slender
fingers made quick work of the task, and before Grant knew it, his dress shirt
was smoothed down the length of his torso and tucked neatly into his black
slacks. Standing to the side, his palm supporting his chin, Lee inspected his
handiwork. Grant, for his part, stood straight under his critical eye and
endeavored not to dwell on the lingering tingle along his spine where Lee’s
fingers had touched him.
Muttering and twirling his finger, Lee
said, “Turn around.”
said, “Turn around.”
Grant rarely dressed to the nines
because it made him feel like he was ten. Lee, who searched him over for any
flaw, didn’t help matters, especially not when he tsked like a disappointed
mother.
because it made him feel like he was ten. Lee, who searched him over for any
flaw, didn’t help matters, especially not when he tsked like a disappointed
mother.
“Well, do I pass inspection?” Grant
asked him.
asked him.
“Oh, you’re delish. Real wagyu beef.”
Grant dipped his head and made a show of
inspecting his shoes to hide the sudden rush of heat to his face, which no
doubt stained his cheeks a telltale shade of alarm-bell red. Then, to his
mortification, he noticed a toe poking through a hole in one of his socks.
Shit, he’d forgotten his shoes. Disaster. This night was going to be a total
disaster.
inspecting his shoes to hide the sudden rush of heat to his face, which no
doubt stained his cheeks a telltale shade of alarm-bell red. Then, to his
mortification, he noticed a toe poking through a hole in one of his socks.
Shit, he’d forgotten his shoes. Disaster. This night was going to be a total
disaster.
Practically hyperventilating, Grant
asked, “Where are my wingtips? The nice ones.”
asked, “Where are my wingtips? The nice ones.”
Lee tapped his chin. Casually, as though
he’d organized Grant’s closet himself, he kicked—literally—the polished wingtips
onto the bedroom floor. “There are your big, goofy shoes. But, trust me,
tonight is a big mistake. David is not the one. ”
he’d organized Grant’s closet himself, he kicked—literally—the polished wingtips
onto the bedroom floor. “There are your big, goofy shoes. But, trust me,
tonight is a big mistake. David is not the one. ”
“Thanks! You’re a lifesaver. I don’t
know what I’d do without you.”
know what I’d do without you.”
“Yes, I know you couldn’t manage without
me. But don’t ignore my warning.”
me. But don’t ignore my warning.”
Wagging his finger in Lee’s face, Grant
said, “No, no. We’re not playing the David-is-no-good game tonight. Tell me
what wine should I order, instead.”
said, “No, no. We’re not playing the David-is-no-good game tonight. Tell me
what wine should I order, instead.”
“Are you asking me what pairs nicely
with showing your flighty, dimwitted boyfriend your werewolf form?”
with showing your flighty, dimwitted boyfriend your werewolf form?”
Exasperated, Grant said, “I’m bringing
this one home for good, Lee.”
this one home for good, Lee.”
Relenting with a sigh, Lee flounced
around the bedroom, windmilling his arms in dramatic fashion as though getting
ready to run a marathon. Was he stretching? Yes, yes he was. Lee hadn’t
surrendered: he was ramping up to continue the fight. Grant should have learned
to not underestimate his best friend when it came to matters of the heart,
which he saw as his expertise as a vampire. The undead, according to him, had
their fingers on the pulse of life. Werewolves, well, they had their noses in
its crotch. The long-term rivalry between their species was great. Truly.
around the bedroom, windmilling his arms in dramatic fashion as though getting
ready to run a marathon. Was he stretching? Yes, yes he was. Lee hadn’t
surrendered: he was ramping up to continue the fight. Grant should have learned
to not underestimate his best friend when it came to matters of the heart,
which he saw as his expertise as a vampire. The undead, according to him, had
their fingers on the pulse of life. Werewolves, well, they had their noses in
its crotch. The long-term rivalry between their species was great. Truly.
Ever since Grant brought David home, Lee
had gone on about how it was a poor fit. Things heated up between them when
David farted and blamed Lee. Fangs out, Lee had said, “Vampires can’t even pass
gas. He’s messing with the wrong Edward. I will glitter bomb his ass to hell.
My sunlight sparkle will burn out his eyes.” From there, matters got worse.
had gone on about how it was a poor fit. Things heated up between them when
David farted and blamed Lee. Fangs out, Lee had said, “Vampires can’t even pass
gas. He’s messing with the wrong Edward. I will glitter bomb his ass to hell.
My sunlight sparkle will burn out his eyes.” From there, matters got worse.
“You’re being petty,” Grant said,
dabbing a bit of cologne on his neck. “Get over the whole fart thing. He was
nervous. That’s all.”
dabbing a bit of cologne on his neck. “Get over the whole fart thing. He was
nervous. That’s all.”
“This is more than passing gas, dear
heart. Although your little beau does disturb the oxygen balance of the room.”
heart. Although your little beau does disturb the oxygen balance of the room.”
“You’re a brat.”
Lee said, “I know, dear heart. That
doesn’t change anything. David is… David is yuck. I’d eat him but it’s an
affront to my sensitive palate. Blah.”
doesn’t change anything. David is… David is yuck. I’d eat him but it’s an
affront to my sensitive palate. Blah.”
“Say ‘blah’ again but do it in a
Transylvanian accent.”
Transylvanian accent.”
“If I do, you have to listen to my rant.
You can’t block me out, not even for a second.”
You can’t block me out, not even for a second.”
Grant’s inner survivalist debated the
merits of the proposal. On one hand, the Transylvanian accent version of blah
never failed to put a smile on his face, and he could use a bit of humor to
settle his nerves before his big date. On the other, Lee’s rants lasted as long
as an immortal desired, which was a very long time indeed. Grant couldn’t gnaw
his foot off to get out of the trap should he decide to walk into it.
merits of the proposal. On one hand, the Transylvanian accent version of blah
never failed to put a smile on his face, and he could use a bit of humor to
settle his nerves before his big date. On the other, Lee’s rants lasted as long
as an immortal desired, which was a very long time indeed. Grant couldn’t gnaw
his foot off to get out of the trap should he decide to walk into it.
“Decisions, decisions,” Lee said as a
taunt without bite.
taunt without bite.
“You make it so hard.”
“That’s what all the guys say.”
Grant stifled a laugh. “Go ahead with
the rant. I couldn’t stop you if I tried, so I may as well get something out of
it.”
the rant. I couldn’t stop you if I tried, so I may as well get something out of
it.”
“Okay, dear heart, I will keep it short.
David is not your mate. He’s a loser obsessed with the occult. You’re…well,
you’re a trophy to him, something to talk about over tea with his friends. You
think he’s sugar, but he’s NutraSweet. You don’t know what he’s made of, but
it’ll probably give you cancer. Stop putting him in your body and find the real
thing.”
David is not your mate. He’s a loser obsessed with the occult. You’re…well,
you’re a trophy to him, something to talk about over tea with his friends. You
think he’s sugar, but he’s NutraSweet. You don’t know what he’s made of, but
it’ll probably give you cancer. Stop putting him in your body and find the real
thing.”
“Feel better?” Grant asked, trying to
keep his tone light. Although Lee’s tongue was plenty sharp, he’d blunted it
for Grant’s sake. Plus, sniping at his friend never got Grant anywhere other
than thoroughly tongue-lashed. Still, he’d be a lousy future mate if he didn’t
come to his sweetheart’s defense. “I know you two don’t get along, but he loves
me.”
keep his tone light. Although Lee’s tongue was plenty sharp, he’d blunted it
for Grant’s sake. Plus, sniping at his friend never got Grant anywhere other
than thoroughly tongue-lashed. Still, he’d be a lousy future mate if he didn’t
come to his sweetheart’s defense. “I know you two don’t get along, but he loves
me.”
“You don’t need more heartbreak.”
“I’m a great big werewolf. I’ll be
fine.”
fine.”
“You’re mostly fluff.”
“Tell that to my previous boyfriends.”
Lee clucked his tongue. “It’s not your
fault they don’t know the difference between a monster and someone who can do
monstrous things. They were ninnies.”
fault they don’t know the difference between a monster and someone who can do
monstrous things. They were ninnies.”
Grant’s facial muscles clenched. He
didn’t want to talk about his last two boyfriends, both of whom knew he was a
werewolf in advance and said they were fine with it, even excited. People had
known of the existence of werewolves for years, after all. None of that
mattered. As soon as he’d shown them his wolf form, their minds changed and he
became a monster in their eyes. The pain of it, still fresh, seared away the
confidence he’d built over the last few minutes.
didn’t want to talk about his last two boyfriends, both of whom knew he was a
werewolf in advance and said they were fine with it, even excited. People had
known of the existence of werewolves for years, after all. None of that
mattered. As soon as he’d shown them his wolf form, their minds changed and he
became a monster in their eyes. The pain of it, still fresh, seared away the
confidence he’d built over the last few minutes.
Things weren’t much better for Lee. He
and his boyfriend broke up after Lee refused to have his fangs pulled in order
to spend a mortal life together. Too bad Lee had a rule against dating friends;
otherwise, Grant might have suggested they give each other a chance—two monster
peas in a pod. The wistful thought, still painful after six years, roiled
around in his heart.
and his boyfriend broke up after Lee refused to have his fangs pulled in order
to spend a mortal life together. Too bad Lee had a rule against dating friends;
otherwise, Grant might have suggested they give each other a chance—two monster
peas in a pod. The wistful thought, still painful after six years, roiled
around in his heart.
“This is going to be different,” Grant
said, trying to work up his courage and take his mind off his conflicting
thoughts. “David is different.”
said, trying to work up his courage and take his mind off his conflicting
thoughts. “David is different.”
“No, he’s heartache and trouble. And,
truthfully, he’s not worth either of those things. Also, blah, I vant to suck
your blood. Blah. There, I did it. You’re welcome.”
truthfully, he’s not worth either of those things. Also, blah, I vant to suck
your blood. Blah. There, I did it. You’re welcome.”
Normally, Grant thanked the heavens his
father hooked up with a vamp and that meeting had introduced him to Lee.
Truthfully, Grant couldn’t have picked a better brother, which is how he had to
think of his eccentric vampire friend. Right now, however, he’d trade the
meddlesome motormouth for a stack of beans—magic optional.
father hooked up with a vamp and that meeting had introduced him to Lee.
Truthfully, Grant couldn’t have picked a better brother, which is how he had to
think of his eccentric vampire friend. Right now, however, he’d trade the
meddlesome motormouth for a stack of beans—magic optional.
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Meet the Author
Jacqueline Rohrbach is a 36-year-old
creative writer living in windy central Washington. When she isn’t writing
strange books about bloodsucking magical werewolves, she’s baking sweets, or
walking her two dogs, Nibbler and Mulder. She also loves cheesy ghost shows,
especially when the hosts call out the ghost out like he wants to brawl with it
in a bar. You know, “Come out here, you coward! You like to haunt little kids.
Haunt me!” Jackee laughs at this EVERY time.
creative writer living in windy central Washington. When she isn’t writing
strange books about bloodsucking magical werewolves, she’s baking sweets, or
walking her two dogs, Nibbler and Mulder. She also loves cheesy ghost shows,
especially when the hosts call out the ghost out like he wants to brawl with it
in a bar. You know, “Come out here, you coward! You like to haunt little kids.
Haunt me!” Jackee laughs at this EVERY time.
She’s also a hopeless World of Warcraft
addict. In her heyday, she was a top parsing disc priest. She became a paladin
to fight Deathwing, she went back to a priest to cuddle pandas, and then she
went to a shaman because I guess she thought it would be fun to spend an entire
expansion underpowered and frustrated. Boomchicken for Legion! You can find
Jacqueline on Twitter.
addict. In her heyday, she was a top parsing disc priest. She became a paladin
to fight Deathwing, she went back to a priest to cuddle pandas, and then she
went to a shaman because I guess she thought it would be fun to spend an entire
expansion underpowered and frustrated. Boomchicken for Legion! You can find
Jacqueline on Twitter.
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