I love doing character arcs, following a man’s journey as he crosses the divide into awareness of who he is and what he might still become. Coy Carruthers is such a man. Cast into a role not of his making, he tries crafting lemonade out of bad choices and even worse outcomes. He begins his journey as a self-indulgent ne’er-do-well, easily dismissed except for one thing… the size of his heart.
Coy Carruthers cares, deeply. He is man who quietly walks the walk, holding out a hand to those most in need, giving wounded warriors sanctuary, respect and a chance at reclaiming a life lost to battles that failed to end with discharge papers.
This is Coy’s story—a story of possibilities, of betrayal, and of the kinds of sacrifices a man will make when it’s time to do the right thing.
Alpha’s Last Stand, Book 3 in the Ranch to Market Chronicles
Sometimes the end of your quest is only the beginning…
Trust is a strange commodity. It can’t be bought, but it can be sold. And sometimes it’s not the highest bidder you want when the going gets tough. Faced with losing control over all he cares about, Coy sets in motion a string of events that puts his own sanity on the line.
Coy’s got a choice. It’s not a good one, but it’s all he has.
With bravery and foolhardiness two sides of the same coin, it doesn’t take long for the odds to stack against the reluctant alpha and those who still believe in him.
Question is… can he believe in himself?
Alpha’s Last Stand is paranormal gay fiction, utilizing adult language and adult situations, and is intended solely for adult audiences. Novel word count: 67700
I swallowed spit and nerves as claws not quite retracted scraped against skin already so sensitized to touch it hurt in a way that was hard to explain. Not hurt, not exactly. More like a… like a promise. Or maybe it was hope and, damn it to hell, there was that word again, the one that always did me in and shoved my nose in the dirt because hope was nothing without the muscle to back it up, or the chops and resources to make things happen.
Of all the things I’d lost faith in? Finding safety in our fucked up world was the big one. But hope, yeah, that one was next in line in a race to take top spot, because why should a skinny shifter who’d lost touch with his other nature, his coyote side, ever have the luxury of facing a new day knowing the odds were at least fifty-fifty. It was getting pretty damn old, always being on the losing side of the betting pool.
Grinning, Troy had asked, “Do what?” while I squirmed and mewled like a lovesick kitten. Those claws were crazy fine running laps around my nuts, then detouring south to prod none too gently into an already slicked and primed channel, rasping across that spot, the one destined to make me grovel and drool and promise him anything… any damn thing he wanted.
I asked… begged, “Tell me what you want of me. Why me?”
Ignoring the question, Troy said, “I ain’t like the rest of them, Coy boy, I ain’t.”
It made no sense, it didn’t, but underneath the truth lurked the lie, so I countered with another lie, hopscotching over logic, like I knew deep down what the hell we were talking about. It was a simple statement, a muttered, “I know,” but of course I didn’t. What was there to know, right here, right now?
“No, I don’t think you do, boss.”
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