Thursday, October 22, 2020

Be the Boss: A Gay Shapeshifter Menage Romance

Eight years ago, I wrote a story about a raccoon shapeshifter who changes the lives of a gay couple--for the better! It was published in an Evernight anthology called Alpha's Claim: Manlove Edition. Perhaps you've read it? If not, Be the Boss is now available as an ebook! 

Be the Boss
A Gay Shapeshifter Menage Romance

By Giselle Renarde
Word Count: 7,500
ISBN: 9781005525446

Desmond and Markus have tried everything from couples' counseling to threesomes. What's it going to take to stop all these petty arguments?

After seven years together, Desmond still feels like Markus expects him to be the boss when he doesn't suit the role. They can't even get excited about each other's bodies anymore... at least, not until the raccoon in their attic shows the boys his human side.

Markus and Desmond both want a man who takes charge. Maybe Azeban the raccoon shifter can give them what the need.

A gay shapeshifter menage romance from award-winning queer Canadian author Giselle Renarde.


Be the Boss is available now. You can find it at a wide range of retailers and subscription sites, including:

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1049025?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LH9J7W7?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=gIQEEAAAQBAJ
Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/book/x/id1536196732

If you're a Scribd (or you want to be), here's the link for Scribd: https://www.scribd.com/book/480795799/Be-the-Boss

And if you do your reading at Radish, here's the Radish link: https://radish.app.link/XuqZfLtoNab

Read an Excerpt:

Alone in bed, Desmond drifted off to the sound of sharp little nails scraping across the joists overhead. He’d have to call animal control tomorrow, see if they could help. Get the raccoon out of the attic, get Markus off his back—two birds, one stone…

Dreams spun him off in all directions, from fanciful flight to surreptitious seduction. When he rolled over in his empty bed, he wasn’t surprised to find the man from the side yard sitting naked in the reading chair. Hell, he wasn’t even surprised the man’s eyes were masked in black, like a thick streak of charcoal from temple to temple. He’d had much stranger dreams, and often they were lucid, like this one.

“Someone’s got to be the boss.” The stranger tossed an apple into the air and caught it with the same hand. “Can’t go through life like this.”

“I don’t want to be the boss,” Desmond said.

“Never said you had to be.” He took a bite of the apple and smiled as he chewed.

Desmond’s body felt like lead sinking into the mattress. He couldn’t move his arms or legs. “Markus doesn’t want to be the boss and I don’t want to be the boss, so we’re sort of stuck.”

“Are you?” The stranger stood, and his erection drew Desmond’s gaze away from the apple.

“Are we stuck? Yeah.” Desmond watched the stranger’s cock swing as he approached the bed. “Aren’t we?”

“You need someone to tell you want to do.”

“Who, me?”

“Both of you.” The stranger hopped off the floor, landing with both knees at the base of the mattress. Desmond felt it sink between his feet. His heart froze as he stared at the man’s swollen dick. “You and that man of yours—you need someone to take charge.”

“Someone like you?” Desmond asked, barely pushing the words past his lips.

Here are those links again: