Good Luck

Sometimes bad luck can lead to something very good.

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Allegro Romani is a fairy. Literally. Disowned by his family because of his sexual orientation, he’s left the Fae realm for earth. He’s done all right for himself, establishing a small store in a paranormal-friendly town. He’s even made a few friends, despite his awkward social skills. But one day a week, everything goes to hell.

Alli is a Fayte, and they don’t tend to fare very well out of the magic-laden air of their home world. Once a week, their body rebels and the result? A day full of the worst luck imaginable. For Alli, that day is always Friday. He’s come to dread them and would, in fact, spend every Friday tucked up in bed with the covers over his head if he could. But he’s found out from past experience that it doesn’t help, so now he just grits his teeth and tries to get through Friday without killing himself. Or someone else.

Then one particular Friday, his bad luck results in something surprisingly good. He meets a gorgeous bear shifter named Michael. And despite seeing him at his worst, Michael isn’t running the opposite direction. In fact, he’s chasing Alli down with resolve and determination.

Now Alli just has to find a way to keep his bear shifter, get rid of the trouble plaguing him, and figure out who wants him out of Putman County for good. It’s enough to make any sane fairy run for the hills. Fortunately, Alli has never been accused of being particularly sane. And with his new bear at his side? Alli is determined to hang onto his new life. Bad luck or no bad luck…

Alli dropped facedown on the couch with a loud groan. Michael chuckled, shoving the door closed with his foot.

“I’m hungry,” he declared.

Alli buried his head in one of the throw pillows. “You can’t possibly be hungry again,” he muttered. “You ate an entire pizza by yourself.”

“It was only a medium,” Michael pointed out.

Alli stirred himself enough to wave one hand in the air. “Get your own food. I’m not moving. Ever again.”

Michael grinned. Alli was just too cute. They’d worked hard all day, and it showed. Michael was feeling a bit sore himself. Amazing how much dead plants could weigh. And then there were the clay pots and the small trees and…

Yeah. He could sympathize with Alli’s drama. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have fun with it, though.

Michael plucked a leaf out of Alli’s tangled hair and twirled it. “Someone needs a shower,” he teased.

“Showering requires moving.”

“What if I joined you? Tempted then?”

Alli’s head turned, one eye popped open, and he looked interested. For all of three seconds. Then he shook his head. “We’d slip, fall, and end this marvelous day in the hospital, because that’s all it needs to be absolutely perfect.”

“Stop being such a grouch. Come on, I’ll wash your back,” he wheedled.

“I’ll take a shower tomorrow,” Alli declared. “When the danger has passed.”

“You make absolutely no sense sometimes.”

“We all have talents.”

Michael reached down, wrapped his hands around Alli’s skinny waist, and hauled the man up. Alli yelped, limbs flailing.

“What the hell? Stop that, you jerk! I was sleeping!”

“No, you were complaining. Come on, the least you can do is keep me company while I shower.”

“I’m not sitting on the toilet while you get all wet and soapy and…” Alli trailed off, licking his lips. And oh, happy day. His pupils were dilating, breath just the slightest bit choppy.

Score.

“Sure you don’t want to join me?” Michael whispered in Alli’s ear.

“We’ll die.”

“From a shower?”

“It’s Friday.”

“And that still means nothing to me.”

“I don’t…Oh, fuck.” Alli lunged, smashing their lips together with enough force that Michael actually heard their teeth collide. He didn’t complain, though. He was far too busy kissing Alli back.

“That’s my goal,” Michael murmured into Alli’s open mouth.

“Huh?”

“Fuck.”

“Oh. Sounds good. No. Wait.”

“No more waiting.”

Michael was done waiting. If it were up to Alli, they’d dance around for another couple of weeks before Michael would even get a blow job. So he was taking matters into his own hands. Literally.

With that thought foremost in his mind, Michael dropped his right hand and palmed the front of Alli’s jeans. Alli moaned, head dropping back, when Michael squeezed.

“Do that again,” Alli demanded.

“That and more,” Michael promised.

God, but Alli was hot. His lithe body was squirming against Michael, legs spreading to give his cock more room. The scent of arousal filled the air, Alli’s prick a delicious, hot bulge under Michael’s touch. Alli lifted one leg, wrapping it around the back of Michael’s knee to give Michael a better angle. Michael took advantage, rubbing and pressing until Alli was moaning almost continuously.

Then he moved his hand.

Alli whimpered. Honest to God whimpered at the loss of the touch.

“No, so close,” he begged.

“Don’t worry,” Michael told him, nipping at the skin behind Alli’s ear. “I’m not even close to being done with you yet. And if anyone rings the doorbell, they’re out of luck. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.” And that could take a few days.

“Yes, please.”

4 Nymphs
“Lucky is a well written romantic comedy…K.M. Mahoney has created a fantastic, humorous and especially enjoyable saga.”
~ LiteraryNymphs

“Filled with witty banter and snarky thoughts, Alli and Michael embark on a wild and wooly courtship…Warmth, passion, and a bit of drama add to the general craziness…No question, Lucky will make you smile.
~Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed

2 Responses to Good Luck

  1. Michelle Waskwoic says:

    This is still one of my favorite books. I thought I read one of the earlier comments about other books in that take place in Putnam County. Is that true because I so want to read about Tristan, Chris and Lucas. Please!

    • K.M. Mahoney says:

      I always love hearing that! I actually have Tristan’s story written. It’s currently out of print, and I want to do some work on it. I’m hoping to have it available again sometime this year. Chris will also eventually get his own book, too, although I have no clue when I’ll get to it lol.

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