A light in the sky. A new world I never imagined. And a tall blue alien with hunger in his eyes and a prehensile tail.
Being a wildlife photographer isn’t a calling, it’s how I make a living. I came to the frozen edge of Alaska for one the northern lights.
Instead, the sky opens. Light slams into the beach. And something tall, blue, and very attractive steps through.
Zav’rek isn’t a cold-induced hallucination. He’s real—striped skin, glowing eyes, and a prehensile tail that hooks my ankle before I can run. One heartbeat later, I’m waking in a nest of furs on a world with three moons… and he’s there.
He says I’m safe. He “heals” me with something that makes my whole body burn. And suddenly, I want him more than anything else in either world.
alien abduction, forced proximity, pheromones, sci-fi romance, forbidden love, and a man willing to trade everything he's ever known to be with his new alien boyfriend.
Willy Stroker doesn’t just toe the line—he straddles it, growls something sinful in its ear, and writes 80,000 words about what happens when a “straight” man meets a monster in the woods.
His gay paranormal romance is dripping with clueless men, seductive creatures, and enough heat to steam up your Kindle and fog your glasses. Werewolves, demons, ancient gods, and tentacled strangers from beyond the veil? If they’ve got fangs, claws, or a mysteriously long tongue, they’ve probably starred in one of Willy’s books.
Equal parts smut peddler and cryptid matchmaker, Willy believes every “I’m not into monsters, but…” deserves a happily-ever-after—and probably a mating bite or two. When he’s not writing, he’s Googling “where does Bigfoot’s hot dad live” or taking suspiciously long walks in the forest for research.
Warning: Reading his books may result in monster cravings, gay awakenings, and a sudden desire to check under your bed—with hope.