Gryvon – Writer of LGBTQ Erotic Fiction


Peter opens the door to the cottage, a greeting ready on his lips and freezes. His nostrils flare as a strange scent hits him right in the gut, the smell as solid as a punch to the stomach. He almost flinches from the force of it. The scent is complex, something like honey and cedar and the burnt ozone left behind after a lightning strike.



M/M. Alex always dreamed of finding his mate.

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