โ Scribed by Vicktor Alexander
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Leprechauns do not exist, wolf shifters do not get drunk easily and there is no old Irish Saint Patrick to come and save the day for the Tate pack. There is only the Tate cowboys who are anxiously trying to find the mates who were kidnapped shortly after Valentine's Day. Between Richard and Tommy trying to get Howell and Katharina drunk, Calvin rushing off to save his captured mate and the unexpected people who keep showing up, all with connections to the Tate pack, this St. Patrick's Day is sure to be one that Tate Ranch will never forget.
Hi all! I'm Vicktor Alexander but everyone calls me "Vic." Southern gentleman by day, completely displaced and living in New York, and a writer and purveyor of steamy, sticky, hot man on man (sometimes on man on man on man on man on man) sex. I wrote my first story at the tender age of 10 about my youngest biological sister and her destruction of the world...with her breath. The stories didn't stop there and it wasn't long or much of a shock to those who knew me well, before I was writing interracial historical romances. I quickly realized that my heroes seemed much happier when they were hanging out with other guys (aren't we all?) and that was when I discovered the M/M genre. I now enjoy writing about shifters, humanoids, cowboys, firemen, rent boys, fairies, elves, dancers, doctors, Doms, Subs, and anything else that catches my fancy, all sexy men falling in love with each other and having lots of naughty, dirty, man-on-man sex. I am the author of the best-selling series, The Tate Pack (which still blows my mind) and am a huge fan of the "happily-ever-after" ending. But while all my characters all ride off into the proverbial sunset, all sexually satisfied and in love (because it's the least I can do), they all bear the scars of fighting for that love, just like in real life. I am never satisfied with only one genre, and every book that I write tends to fall into more than one category and has each main character experiencing more than one orgasm. Out and proud, I don't believe that love only comes in one form, one race, one gender and that not only is gender fluid, by sexuality as well. I loves to make people laugh (and guys hot) and when I'm not writing, or rather, procrastinating in writing, I'm reading, playing the Sims 3, hanging out with my very supportive adopted family, talking to my adopted daughter whom I call Chipmunk, seeking the man or men who can handle my crazy, stressful, soap opera-esque life and being distracted from said writing by pictures of John Barrowman and Shemar Moore.
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