About Waiting: Green's Hill Werewolves Book 2, a BBA Menage
by Amy Lane
96 pages / 26000 words
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After a year and a half, Jack finally has what he wants -- Teague in his
bed. But Teague is having a hell of a time showing Jack his heart anywhere
but in bed. Plus, there’s the idea of the lovely Katy Garcia joining the two
of them. Werewolves in Green's Hill have a very limited time to bond. Teague
and Jack are well on their way, so if Katy wants into this relationship, she
needs the door to open now, or the man she loves is going to be out of her
Teague's scarred inside and out, and the fireworks between him, Jack, and
Katy have made him afraid of being naked, emotionally or physically, but
he's going to have to man up and strip down. If Teague thought being bitten
by a werewolf was hard, it's nothing on the rest of his life on Green's
Sue Brown, author of Prey Time and the soon to be released Mr. Plum,
writes: I was thrilled to get the chance to review Waiting, the second in
the Green’s Hill Werewolves series, and it didn’t disappoint. Amy Lane took
me back to the world of Jack and Teague, this time focusing on the complex
relationship between the two men and Katy, the vulnerable young werewolf who
had loved Teague her whole life.
In Waiting, Amy Lane explores how blind Teague is to the way his loved
ones see him, the frustration Jack and Katy feel at Teague’s refusal to see
himself as anything except ugly and damaged, and the need Teague feels to
prove him as something other than a “second rate supernatural PI”. On top of
all that there is the tension between the three of them. Jack and Teague are
together, yet there is this sexual charge between the two men and Katy which
hasn’t been fulfilled as yet.
This story is filled with charge and tension between the three
characters, and as the plot developed I found myself gnawing on my knuckles,
worried what was going to happen between the three of them. So yes, I loved
this sequel. I was nervous as I rarely read anything except M/M these days
and I was worried that the introduction of Katy was going to ruin the
chemistry between the two men. Amy is far too skilful to let that happen and
the sexual chemistry between the three of them could light up Green’s Hill.
There is pathos too, as Lady Cory takes an interest in their
relationship, she and Green still mourning the death of their dead lover,
the vampire Adrian. I found myself in tears as Jack and Katy overhear a
conversation between Green and Adrian.
I don’t want to spoil too much of the plot so I will leave it there, but
this is Teague’s story, and Amy keeps you on edge all the way through the
book as he tries to deny Jack and Katy’s love and they refuse to accept it.
Go buy this one as well. You won’t regret it.
"He’s looking at you again," Katy
said from Jack’s side. They were sitting at the weekly banquet -- which they
understood was a smaller version of the Thanksgiving that Grace had been
running them ragged to plan all week. Teague was up at what Katy called the
Alpha table, where he’d been sitting in one way or another since the two of
them had woken up in their semi-permanent guest room after Jack had
recovered from his wounds.
A private smile flirted at Jack’s lean mouth, and he flipped his longish
dark hair back from the part down the middle as he returned his lover’s
Teague flushed, the red mottling his Irish-fair skin, making the freckles
stand out on his razor cheekbones. Abruptly, Teague’s attention was very
seriously on the short young woman at the head of the table. She was plain
and freckled, with wide hips and shoulders, and a flat chest, and at first
glance looked incongruous with her tall, anime-beautiful mates, Green and
Bracken, but one look at the deference everybody at the leader’s table paid
to the little college student, and she suddenly assumed a glamour all her
Right now, that glamour made Teague laugh a little at something she said,
and Jack would be jealous, but she smiled at Jack as she said it and waved
gaily, and it was obvious that whatever it had been, she didn’t have any
designs on Jack’s chosen mate.
He couldn’t say the same thing about the breathtakingly pretty woman sitting
next to him.
"I like the way he looks at you," Katy Garcia said lowly, her own dark hair
floating around her face in a spangle of silver from something she’d put in
it when she dressed for dinner. She had clear dusky skin, a heart-shaped
face, flared hips, a tiny waist, and lush breasts. If it hadn’t been for her
direct gaze and the wisdom in her brown eyes, he would have said the silver
spangle was overkill.
"What do you like about it?" Jack asked, curious, and the smile she slanted
up at him was speculative and sultry. Jack’s mouth went suddenly dry, and he
realized that Teague wasn’t the only one who knew how to send hot looks.
Katy saw him blush, and her eyes grew positively predatory.
"It’s the way I used to look at smack," she murmured, "all hot, like it was
everything I ever wanted, like it would make my heart beat and fill my
stomach and caress my skin…except…"
"Except what?" Jack asked, surprised that his voice didn’t squeak. Between
Teague’s looks -- oh, he gave them all day -- across the common room, in
their own shared bedroom as Jack was reading, across the table at breakfast…
all day long those hungry, devouring looks -- but between them and Katy’s
playful, seductive voice…
Goddess, he had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.
"Except he doesn’t want anything from you," Katy finished wisely. "I wanted
that smack -- I needed what it had to give me. He doesn’t want anything from
you, does he? He just wants to give and give and give until you have to stay
with him, doesn’t he?" She shuddered a little, ecstasy by proxy. Until she
came to Green’s, no one had wanted Katy. Now that she was clean -- becoming
a werewolf did that to you--it was clear that smack had been a pale
substitute to the drug she’d really wanted.
Jack looked at her, wondering if that low sultry voice was his imagination,
if she really wanted him as well as Teague. She’d made her attraction -- her
lifelong crush, actually -- on Jack’s lover absolutely clear. But since
she’d never been competitive with Jack, had never tried to vie for Teague’s
affections, never tried to show Jack up or seduce Teague behind Jack’s back,
Jack had no choice but to accept her friendliness -- and her willingness to
help them through their first transition -- for what it appeared to be.
But that didn’t keep her from being brutally honest, either.
"So, Jacky," she was saying now, since his attention seemed to be cleaved
between her honest conversation and his own covert observations of the man
he’d loved for over a year, "what’s it like to be looked at the way he’s
looking at you?"
"What’s it like?" Suddenly Jack’s attention was all on Katy, the question
vibrating through him like a cathedral bell. What was it like to have Teague
turn those burning brown-green eyes on him, wanting him, yearning for him,
begging him to be ready and willing, hands on the bed, ass in the air
accepting his rough, desperate sex as the only love he could give?
It’s like a hand on my ass, a mouth on my cock, fingers on my nipples, a
voice in my ear whispering sex, a come so hard it hurts…
And one of those shudders of sixth sense that he’d been having since he’d
been bitten shook him hard, and he looked up to find Teague’s eyes fastened
hotly, hungrily, not just on Jack but on the both of them, Jack and Katy,
their heads bent together and almost touching, the breath of their
conversation in the midst of the weekly banquet close enough to be a scent
on the other’s skin.
Jack’s eyes connected with Teague’s, the current flowing between them so
thick he wondered that anyone in between them didn’t get fried by the
"If you want to know what it’s like, Princess," Jack murmured, "why don’t
you look at him now, because he’s got us both in his sights."