About Billy and Bear by Vic Winter Billy needs some companionship, and he decided to adopt a dog to make his life richer and happier. What he gets when he lets big, shaggy stray Bear into his life is something completely unexpected. ReviewKiernan Kelly, bestselling Torquere Press author, writes: Billy has been alone for a while. What he needs is a friend of the four-footed variety, but he finds much more than canine companionship when he takes in a big, shaggy stray named Bear. Bear is faithful, attentive, housebroken, and as it turns out, as sexy as Hell when he shifts into his man-form. The moon wreaks havoc on poor Bear, bringing out his inner beast, and the only remedy lies in silk ropes, Billy's big four-poster bed, and hours of hot, sweaty, amazing sex. Life isn't all puppy chow and orgasms, though. The city has come under attack by a series of vicious dog attacks and all evidence points to Bear. In BILLY AND BEAR, Vic Winter has penned a wonderful tale of two characters that readers will want to adopt and take home with them. Billy and Bear are perfect for one another, the sex is steamy, and the story will absorb the reader from the first page through the last! SampleHe shook off the strange feeling of being watched and strode a little faster. It was just his imagination. He was tired and hungry and it was dark and his mind was playing tricks on him. Of course, those footsteps didn't sound like a trick. In fact they sounded like more than one person following him, like maybe there were three or four pairs of feet to go with the eyes boring into him. He sped up some more, letting his backpack slide off and into one hand. He wrapped his fingers around one of the straps, ready to heft it if he had to. He started to cut across the street. Southdown would take him home the long way round but it would be more populated this time of night than Franklin Road was. He was about halfway across the street when the footsteps grew shadows, and had nearly made it to the corner when the shadows melted into men. Well, kids really, teenagers. A whole gang of them. They were all dressed alike, in jeans and black t-shirts, their shoes bright and shiny in the darkness. Fuck, those things were expensive, certainly way out of his own budget. They each wore a band around their left arm. He couldn't make out the color in the darkness. "Hey man, you can't come this way unless you pay the toll." The speaker had a scar on one cheek and was a good head taller than Billy, probably had fifty pounds of muscle on him, too. A hand was laid flat on his chest and Billy was shoved back, right against another gang member. "Watch where you're going, man." "Oh, so now you're dissing us as well as trying to walk through without paying the toll?" "Hey, this guy is dissing us!" "Yeah. Get him." Oh, this wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. He hadn't said a word, but that didn't seem to bother his attackers. Billy's whole body went tight as he got ready to swing, hoping to surprise them enough to make a hole in the ring of men surrounding him so he could break free and take off. He wasn't very tall, and he wasn't very big, but he could run; and when it was six or seven on one, he knew pride made a very poor ally. He ducked the first punch and swung out with his right arm, his knapsack catching the guy in front of him in the head. Before he could even try to make tracks though, the guy behind him grabbed hold of his arms and the next punch landed right in his gut. Shit. He was just going to have to pray they left him alive. His whole body went tight as he waited for the next punch to land, his heart beating like it was going to explode. A loud snarl sounded before a second punch could land and Billy watched as the guy about to hit him went down under the biggest fucking dog Billy'd ever seen. About the Author |