Aries France Writes

If you celebrate the winter holidays, I hope they filled you with love, family, friends, and all the comforts we tend to seek this time of the year.

I am a HUGE goal setter and resolution-maker, and my thoughts are on the year ahead and what I will be writing next!

Happy Holidays and a very warm Happy New Year, as well.

A fun article to round out the Santa season:

A little nice and a whole lot of naughty: The 10 sexiest Santas ranked The sexy Santa Claus is a Christmas tradition as old as the holiday itself...

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Lycan is an omega hurt and on the run from . . .well he doesn’t even know that. He knows little to nothing, except that he’s lucky Seath is the one who finds him. Seath is the Pack Legate, the next Alpha of the NorthWest Pack; a rich and powerful pack full of humans, witches, shifters, and even a vampire, among a few other magical creatures. They take the abused omega in, and it starts to feel as if Lycan is exactly where he is supposed to be, even if he still has to put together who he actually is.

Betrothed by fate to another, Seath struggles with the intense attraction he feels pulling him toward the little wolf who needs to heal a lot more than just his broken bones. Of course, there are a million other things to keep him busy and keep the Pack thriving, not the least of which is a Pack Alpha with other duties, leaving Seath in charge of the Pack more often than not—even in the beginning of a mysterious unrest among the Fae.

But Fate wants her say, too, and as the spell-induced bonds on Lycan’s mind start to unravel, Seath and Lycan have to decide if they choose each other.

ONE MORE DAY!!!
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An omega with magical amnesia. An Alpha betrothed to another. Disruption in the Seelie Court.

Lycan is an omega hurt and on the run from . . .well he doesn’t even know that. He knows little to nothing, except that he’s lucky Seath is the one who finds him. Seath is the Pack Legate, the next Alpha of the NorthWest Pack; a rich and powerful pack full of humans, witches, shifters, and even a vampire, among a few other magical creatures. They take the abused omega in, and it starts to feel as if Lycan is exactly where he is supposed to be, even if he still has to put together who he actually is.

Betrothed by fate to another, Seath struggles with the intense attraction he feels pulling him toward the little wolf who needs to heal a lot more than just his broken bones. Of course, there are a million other things to keep him busy and keep the Pack thriving, not the least of which is a Pack Alpha with other duties, leaving Seath in charge of the Pack more often than not—even in the beginning of a mysterious unrest among the Fae.

But Fate wants her say, too, and as the spell-induced bonds on Lycan’s mind start to unravel, Seath and Lycan have to decide if they choose each other.

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An omega with magical amnesia. An Alpha betrothed to another. Disruption in the Seelie Court.

Lycan is an omega hurt and on the run from . . .well he doesn’t even know that. He knows little to nothing, except that he’s lucky Seath is the one who finds him. Seath is the Pack Legate, the next Alpha of the NorthWest Pack; a rich and powerful pack full of humans, witches, shifters, and even a vampire, among a few other magical creatures. They take the abused omega in, and it starts to feel as if Lycan is exactly where he is supposed to be, even if he still has to put together who he actually is.

Betrothed by fate to another, Seath struggles with the intense attraction he feels pulling him toward the little wolf who needs to heal a lot more than just his broken bones. Of course, there are a million other things to keep him busy and keep the Pack thriving, not the least of which is a Pack Alpha with other duties, leaving Seath in charge of the Pack more often than not—even in the beginning of a mysterious unrest among the Fae.

But Fate wants her say, too, and as the spell-induced bonds on Lycan’s mind start to unravel, Seath and Lycan have to decide if they choose each other.

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An omega with magical amnesia. An Alpha betrothed to another. Disruption in the Seelie Court.

Lycan is an omega hurt and on the run from . . .well he doesn’t even know that. He knows little to nothing, except that he’s lucky Seath is the one who finds him. Seath is the Pack Legate, the next Alpha of the NorthWest Pack; a rich and powerful pack full of humans, witches, shifters, and even a vampire, among a few other magical creatures. They take the abused omega in, and it starts to feel as if Lycan is exactly where he is supposed to be, even if he still has to put together who he actually is.

Betrothed by fate to another, Seath struggles with the intense attraction he feels pulling him toward the little wolf who needs to heal a lot more than just his broken bones. Of course, there are a million other things to keep him busy and keep the Pack thriving, not the least of which is a Pack Alpha with other duties, leaving Seath in charge of the Pack more often than not—even in the beginning of a mysterious unrest among the Fae.

But Fate wants her say, too, and as the spell-induced bonds on Lycan’s mind start to unravel, Seath and Lycan have to decide if they choose each other.

JUST THREE MORE DAYS!!

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An omega with magical amnesia. An Alpha betrothed to another. Disruption in the Seelie Court.

Lycan is an omega hurt and on the run from . . .well he doesn’t even know that. He knows little to nothing, except that he’s lucky Seath is the one who finds him. Seath is the Pack Legate, the next Alpha of the NorthWest Pack; a rich and powerful pack full of humans, witches, shifters, and even a vampire, among a few other magical creatures. They take the abused omega in, and it starts to feel as if Lycan is exactly where he is supposed to be, even if he still has to put together who he actually is.

Betrothed by fate to another, Seath struggles with the intense attraction he feels pulling him toward the little wolf who needs to heal a lot more than just his broken bones. Of course, there are a million other things to keep him busy and keep the Pack thriving, not the least of which is a Pack Alpha with other duties, leaving Seath in charge of the Pack more often than not—even in the beginning of a mysterious unrest among the Fae.

But Fate wants her say, too, and as the spell-induced bonds on Lycan’s mind start to unravel, Seath and Lycan have to decide if they choose each other.

👑SPELLBOUND OMGEA IS COMING 9/29👑

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An omega with magical amnesia. An Alpha betrothed to another. Disruption in the Seelie Court.

Lycan is an omega hurt and on the run from . . .well he doesn’t even know that. He knows little to nothing, except that he’s lucky Seath is the one who finds him. Seath is the Pack Legate, the next Alpha of the NorthWest Pack; a rich and powerful pack full of humans, witches, shifters, and even a vampire, among a few other magical creatures. They take the abused omega in, and it starts to feel as if Lycan is exactly where he is supposed to be, even if he still has to put together who he actually is.

Betrothed by fate to another, Seath struggles with the intense attraction he feels pulling him toward the little wolf who needs to heal a lot more than just his broken bones. Of course, there are a million other things to keep him busy and keep the Pack thriving, not the least of which is a Pack Alpha with other duties, leaving Seath in charge of the Pack more often than not—even in the beginning of a mysterious unrest among the Fae.

But Fate wants her say, too, and as the spell-induced bonds on Lycan’s mind start to unravel, Seath and Lycan have to decide if they choose each other.

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An omega with magical amnesia. An Alpha betrothed to another. Disruption in the Seelie Court.

Lycan is an omega hurt and on the run from . . .well he doesn’t even know that. He knows little to nothing, except that he’s lucky Seath is the one who finds him. Seath is the Pack Legate, the next Alpha of the NorthWest Pack; a rich and powerful pack full of humans, witches, shifters, and even a vampire, among a few other magical creatures. They take the abused omega in, and it starts to feel as if Lycan is exactly where he is supposed to be, even if he still has to put together who he actually is.

Betrothed by fate to another, Seath struggles with the intense attraction he feels pulling him toward the little wolf who needs to heal a lot more than just his broken bones. Of course, there are a million other things to keep him busy and keep the Pack thriving, not the least of which is a Pack Alpha with other duties, leaving Seath in charge of the Pack more often than not—even in the beginning of a mysterious unrest among the Fae.

But Fate wants her say, too, and as the spell-induced bonds on Lycan’s mind start to unravel, Seath and Lycan have to decide if they choose each other.

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Quinn

Our bed smells like Bish.
There’s the scent of my detergent, sure, but also, that undeniable scent that is all his. I love these little reminders that he lives here, with me.
He’s been here months, but I have to admit that scent? The smell of him everywhere? It never gets old.
I move closer to the heat of his body. For once, I actually get him, warm and sleepy in our bed rather than just the reminder to my nose that he was here. Pulling his warm body against mine, he moves into my grabby hands, sleepily rolling us into a tangle of arms and limbs and bedsheets.
“Morning,” his voice is morning-rough against my ear as he leaves a trail of kisses against my neck.
I wrap my legs around his, tighter, wanting his body weight against mine.
“Morning,” I return, hands sliding against his skin.
He continues with the kisses, and in between we catch up.
“Did you get everything prepped for Pride?” Bishop asks against my collarbone, and I mumble an affirmative.
“What about Matt? Do you think he’s got the wedding of the decade under control?” He asks with his lips pressed to the other side of my neck.
I groan, clutching him closer as he then asks about Liam and Piper, his nephew and my niece, who have been staying in Bear Valley for the week of Pride events happening this summer. Most of that time has been spent with us, but not all of it.
Finally, when he doesn’t get the hint that I can’t think coherently with his hands and mouth on me, I push him beneath me and pin him to the bed.
Confusion swirls with lust in his grey eyes and I feel the smirk on my face. My hips press into his and he responds.
Always. So damn responsive.
“Quit asking me about things we can talk about later. If we time this right, we might have a few minutes to ourselves before Matt and the kids get here.” I punctuate exactly what I am hoping for with another roll of my hips.
“Don’t tease, forty-two.” I grin, because his voice sounds as needy as I feel.
“I don’t tease,” his hand skims up my thigh, making my eyes roll back as his hand grabs my ass and presses it closer still to him.
“I never tease,” I tell him, going in for a kiss then coming back up to look down on all his sleep-rumpled sexiness.
I am just about to finish that thought when I hear the unmistakable sound of the alarm system letting me know someone has entered the staircase at the ground floor. Our apartment is the top floor of a building that houses my architecture firm and Black Diamond, my bar. And, sure enough, I hear feet on the staircase that only leads one place, and that’s to our front door.
I groan along with Bish, right into each other’s mouths.
“That will be Matt and the kids.”
“I know,” I sigh at him.
He taps my ass is this way that manages to be familiar and sexy and full of promises. All at once. “Soon, baby.”
I nod, but I don’t want soon. I want now. I want him, and with as busy as we have been, having Bish has meant fleeting kisses and rain checks handed out left and right.
I whine a little and grind a little against him, both of us hard and ready for each other. I capture his lips in a needy kiss that leaves both of us panting, before getting up to look presentable and letting him have the shower first.
While he takes care of the business of getting ready for the day, I let Matt and the kids in the door.
I’m wrapped up in hellos and big hugs from both kids, and as they saunter off to their room like they own the place, I remind myself that even though the last few weeks have been rushed frots or handies with Bish, the business of our lives right now is worth it.
Matt’s already gone for the coffee in my kitchen, and he looks half-dead.
I remind myself too that I’m not the only one burning the candle at both ends these days and Matt was the one who crashed out at the apartment he has been keeping in town rather than going home to his cabin at the farm.
He downs a cup of coffee and pours another, relaxing into a chair at the massive island in my kitchen.
Bish emerges, looking hot as f**k in some kind of pant with light-weight material from the fancy yoga store, and a Bear Valley Pride shirt that sits perfectly over his chest, leaving his forearms on display. I designed the shirt—the silhouette of Bear Mountain, the front-facing peak of the ski resort everyone can see from town, striped in the colors of the pride flag. Underneath in neat white letters it says “Bear Valley, Colorado” and on the last line “The Peak of Pride.”
Matt is wearing the same shirt, I belatedly notice, since today is the final day of official Bear Valley Pride events, including our Parade that will wind through town.
“Good job with the shirts, Q,” Jack’s voice drifts over the kitchen, and I suppose I was too busy looking at Bish to even notice that now all my brothers are here.
Bish gives me an indulgent smile and a quick chaste kiss. “He researched that, you know. The tag line is 100% accurate.”
Matt laughs, pulling out some cellophane wrapped gummies from his pocket and tapping them. “Can’t we just go with World’s Highest Pride?”
Baylor and Perrin smirk. They are all wearing the shirt. On the back, it gives the elevation of Bear Valley, and yes, I did research and find that all though plenty of places have the shortest or longest pride parades, or some other quirk to put them on the map, we at Bear Valley host—as far as I can tell—the world’s highest parade.
In terms of elevation, of course.
I give Bish a kiss back and then duck in the shower myself while they monitor the breakfast I had prepped and put in the oven, turning my kitchen over to Matt.
By the time I get ready, it’s time to join them, and I find Baylor out on the deck. My eyes slide to Bish, over and over, but I stay outside.
“You ok, Q?” Baylor rumbles, giving me a critical once-over.
“Fine,” I huff. “Just between organizing this parade, and the million Pride events Black Diamond has hosted, I’m craving a bit of time alone with Bish, that’s all.”
“Kids staying with you another night?” Baylor asks.
“Yes, until Sunday, and you know we love that . . .it’s just . . .”I trail off. I don’t know how to explain to my perpetually single brother how I need to spend time stripping down Bish to nothing and making him call out my name shamelessly. I crave that man. On a deep level. Even making long-distance work for a while when he was in Denver wasn’t like this.
I try again. “He gets called to Denver to fix one more thing for the Bureau, despite leaving there. He is getting things arranged out at Rollins to start his stint as a TA and finish his degree. I’m at the bar at all hours. Or planning renovations for the older condos, or. . . .”
“Ships passing in the night?”
“Yeah. And the kids here are great, it’s just . . .”
“There’s no door to your bedroom?”
I smile at my big brother. “Exactly.”
Baylor smiles, his handsome, usually stoic face lighting up.
“What about after Pride? Is Theo working the bar?”
I nod, technically, I have another worker who is a manager of sorts since the bar isn’t exactly my day-job, but she’s becoming unreliable and Theo is a prince among men and workers. He will be there today, pulling a double shift he asked for, and that makes my stress about the bar as low as it can get.
“You know I wouldn’t miss the cookout at the Big House and fireworks with the kids,” I tell him, rattling off the rest of the agenda for the day.
“Miss it.”
“What?”
Baylor shrugs. “All that’s left after the parade is clean-up, which I’m managing. Theo’s got the bar. We can take the kids up to the Big House, and then that’s an afternoon of food and swimming until the fireworks over the mountain. They can go home with me and that leaves you with time on your hands.”
I open my mouth to protest, but I come up short. The kids stayed with Jack and Perrin last night, a night that Bish and I managed to occupy the same bed for all of two hours due to our other obligations. They love staying out with Baylor at the farm. And he’s right, after the parade, Bish and I could have a long stretch of time to ourselves.
“Sh*t.” I rub my face with my hands, excitement about having Bish alone tonight with no obligations running through me. “You make it sound so easy.”
“Nah,” Bee says, leaning back. “I’m just not in the middle of making it all happen like you are. Makes it easier to see what’s possible. Give yourself the time, Quinnie. Jack and Perrin are wrapped up in wedding plans, Matt’s knee-deep in getting this restaurant off the ground and hosting the wedding. Pride has been our thing to take care of and now it’s done.” He tips his glass to mine and I smile, appreciating the gesture for what it is — a thank you for hard work.
“And you are sure you don’t mind?’
Bee smiles, but his eyes look a little sad. “Sometimes after big events like this, it’s nice not to go out to the ranch alone. You are doing me a favor, actually.” The sadness fades and he puts on a smile. “Tomorrow, me and the kids can go run some Class II rapids, now that they have done the Class I. We will be back by noon.”
I shake my head, but just wrap him up in a big hug instead. Bee gives a little humph as I squeeze him, then he gives back as good as he gets. It’s also one of the only times Bee has ever said anything about being lonely. Hearing the loud voices from inside, I smile. No one is alone too long in Bear Valley.

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Bishop

Quinn is up to something.
Not that such a statement means much standing alone—Quinn is usually up to something.
But this isn’t him up to planning the next big bar event. He just had one of those last night and Black Diamond will be hosting a Pride-themed trivia event after the Pride Parade. After that, there will be live music and a Pride happy hour to keep the crowds of locals and visitors happy and busy until fireworks over the mountain tonight.
I’m not sure I have ever seen fireworks as beautiful as they are against a Bear Valley sky. It’s something else—the bright colors bursting against the unique blue sky. One more thing to love about my new home.
After breakfast, I took the kids to a talk given by a Rollins colleague of mine from the history department about the importance and significance of Pride Marches — mostly called parades like ours is. Flynn did a great job with his talk, managing to be entertaining and accessible to kids and adults alike. Asking Flynn to present and making the arrangements has been a big part of my contribution to Bear Valley Pride. Seems big, contributing my own part to the Mann family and a Bear Valley event.
I can hear Liam and Piper still chattering about the talk as they now sit at long tables covered in plastic drop cloths in our public library.
As I help the kids make their signs for the parade at one of the several family-friendly spaces at Bear Valley Pride, Jordy joins us. He has sort of followed me out of Denver, and I don’t mind. He’s not exactly ready to join us for breakfast, although he was invited over this morning, but he’s getting settled in his place out by Rollins and in his jobs here at Bear Valley. He’s got a shift at Black Diamond later.
The long tables are set up with craft supplies and poster board, endless supplies of markers and glitter and rainbow stickers and temporary tattoos with the Bear Valley Pride logo.
Piper has one of the tattoos stuck to her cheek and Liam has one on the back of his hand. I have one on my forearm, and an unopened one I palmed discretely into my pocket as to place Quinn’s design on my hipbone if I can slip away to the bathroom to do it.
Liam holds up his sign for me to critique—it’s the silhouette of a bear in thick black marker with the “love is love” phrase in the middle. Rainbow lines radiate out from the center image and I give him a smile and and a thumbs up as Jordy hands me an iced coffee.
“So, what’s up with you?” Jordy asks.
“Me?” I feign innocence, rattling my ice as a distraction.
“Yep, you. For once you aren’t running back to Denver to help your old job, or running off to Mirror Lake to do something for your new one. And yet, you look ready to jump out of your skin.”
I laugh, taking a drink to distract him. Jordy may know me too well. My thoughts are on this morning, and what Quinn and I left undone.
The truth is, I crave Quinn—like an addict. I need that hit of his scent, the feel of the home we share together. His body against mine. That feeling, the physical need for him, is not one I have gotten used to.
I can’t wrap my head around how easy it was to go without that kind of affection for years. Until I had it from him. And how now, I need it like water. Or iced coffee.
It’s beyond mere physical affection or attraction. Something else entirely. Love, I guess, is the easy word people attach to something so complicated.
Complicated and . . .I sigh. . .difficult, sometimes.
“Earth to Bish?” Jordy says.
I give him a smile. “Sorry. It’s just Quinn and I have been stupidly busy. Stupidly distracted. The Pride events, all the other things going on in Bear Valley. It’s even the summer, no skiing in sight, and we just got in a really busy moment.”
Jordy studies my face, realization dawning.
“But you live together.”
I clasp his back, standing to get the kids who are now done with their masterpieces. “Which is amazing, Jordy. Really, it is. But when he’s exhausted, crawling in after last call at Black Diamond, and I am up a few hours later to head out to Denver or Mirror Lake . . ..”
“Oh.”
I shrug. “We just need some time—unhurried—that’s just for us. It will come. There will be all sorts of that kind of time,” I gesture vaguely, trying to put the future I can see before my friend. The endless stretches of nothing but me and Q, where the business and distractions are not the everyday. “But, I’m ready for it when it does.”
Jordy knocks his shoulder into mine. As we thank the volunteers running this event, and usher the kids out toward our place to watch the parade, Jordy nods at me, seeing me light up at Bish standing outside Black Diamond, waiting.
“You know, there is nothing wrong with needing that time now, even if that season will come later, too.”
I look at Jordy, his easy smile. I forget he’s not a kid. He’s got wisdom.
He gives me a crooked smile as we join my family — everyone but Perrin, who is sitting at a table at the end of the pedestrian street. Right were the parade will turn a corner, a stage has been set up and right now five people are sitting at a table, Perrin one of them, to judge the various categories in this parade.
Let me tell you, some of these entries are wild.
Jack is smiling so big he can’t stand it. Not only is Perrin the one they asked to judge, solidifying his place in the Bear Valley who’s-who, he is able to be in this crowd from a high point. The sun streams down, and for someone who is still working through being in crowds, Perrin seems relaxed.
Rita and Ellen both greet us with joyful embraces, suitable to their large signs proclaiming “Free Mom hugs.”
“Just warming up!” Rita says, before turning her attention to a large man I have to take a double take to recognize as Lucien Moretti. He’s wearing one of the t-shirts and jeans. Pretty sure I’ve never seen the look on him.
He gives me and Jordy a lopsided smile.
I hear Jordy give some kind of choked sound of surprise and then get uncharacteristically quiet.
But, it doesn’t matter, between Quinn’s moms, the two kids, Matt, Jack, Baylor, CJ, Brad, Jordy, and Lucien, we take up quite a bit of real estate.
Strong arms encircle my waist, and I turn into him, lips finding his.
F**k, I miss him. So damn bad.
His kisses feel the way I feel. Full of need and longing and want.
I feel his arms tighten around me and I lean into the taste and feel of him. The bright sky and bright colors of the parade the perfect backdrop to how he makes me feel. The crowd, happy and anticipatory, ready to celebrate—to have pride in who they are, who they love, is the perfect complement for all I am feeling for my man.
Pride is so much more than a bunch of events — drag shows, brunches, read-ins, parties, and parades are just the expression of something so much bigger. What it really is—what pride really means—is this moment right here. Me loving him out loud.
That’s something to be celebrated and as my head spins with this kiss, I know I never looked at it that way before. That just another thing Quinn has brought into my life.
When we come up for air, someone has draped a large rainbow flag around Quinn’s shoulders, and I smile into Quinn’s mouth, the sunlight a distorted kaleidoscope of color through the flag’s fabric, and playing across his face.
I hold on to him, letting the beat of the drum line that starts the parade get closer and closer as they march down the street. That thud-thud plays in my chest.
“Hi,” he says, kissing me before and after his whispered word.
“Hi,” I respond, keeping him close.
Quinn’s lips brush my ear, making my skin prickle and hairs stand on end.
“Let’s say we slip up to our place after this parade, hum? I have an offer from Bee to take the kids over to moms for food and swimming and fireworks.”
I pull back, searching his face.
“All afternoon?”
He nods, capturing my lips again in a kiss that I swear is full of promises.
“And tonight. They are going to stay out at the farm with Bee tonight. He already has their things, and then hit those rapids they wanted to do in the morning.”
I feel my mouth open. I would have given a lot for an hour. Hell, for an uninterrupted blow job in the Black Diamond bathroom wasn’t sounding half-bad if I was being honest.
This is . . .so much more than that.
“Come on,” he breathes. “There are no fewer things taking up our schedules after that, but . . ..”
I kiss him, deep and hard. Public displays of affection are not something I have ever done with any amount of frequency, but this is Pride and I am having a hard time caring when Quinn is smiling through every kiss.
“How did you make that happen?” I ask.
“My family is always there to help. I just have to remember ask for it.”
I tangle my hands in his hair. Letting all my love for him show in the kiss, in the press of my body.
He chuckles as we come up for air. Quinn settles the flag around us and sort of wraps both of us in it as we tangle arms and watch the parade.
“Peak of pride, huh?” I whisper in his ear.
His eyes meet mine and I can feel the love he has for me. Just in that heated look.
“Just you wait.”

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