Emesh has always assumed his odds of finding an eternal mate were somewhere between zero and crap. He’s a god, thousands of years old, but he’s also gay. He’s never experienced a gay relationship, and hasn’t had a clue about how to…hook-up. With the advent of the huge male across the clearing, that’s about to change. Soon, he’ll live every nuance of male love he’s ever imagined…and it scares him shitless. Douglas Wingfeather never allows visitors. Never. He’s the master of one-night stands, and likes it that way. So what the hell does he want with a guy like Emesh? The answer has to be…nothing. Strange attraction or not, his libido needs to shut itself down. He doesn’t need a boyfriend. His screwed up past doesn’t allow room for a normal relationship. End of story.