Book Title: Feral Hearts
Author: A.J. Church
Publisher: Nytshadow Publishing
Cover Artist: Gigi at G-Cat Designs
Release Date: July 17, 2026
Tense/POV: First person, dual POV
Genres: Contemporary MM Romance
Tropes: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, hurt/comfort, mutual obsession
Themes: Bisexual awakening, mental health
Length: 129,000 words/565 pages
It is the first book in a standalone series and does not end on a cliffhanger.
Heat Rating: 4 out of 5 flames
Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited
There’s nothing closer to love than a good hatred.
Blurb
Aubie
I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I’ve never let that stand in the way of my two favorite past times–breaking hearts and disappointing my family. An ardent fan of the smooth line and shallow hookup, I excel at keeping things gliding on the surface. Feelings, when I have them, are reserved for the few I call friends. Until the night I walk into Club Eros and come face to face with Cutter Knight. Tall, dark, and mouthwateringly handsome, he’s also an uptight prick. Doesn’t stop me from wanting to toss all my rules out the window for just one taste.
Cutter
Once upon a time I was the golden boy of my family. Future planned out. Ducks all in a row. Then my idiot brother threw my world into a tailspin. Now I go out of my way to avoid his type, which is why I hate Aubie Gauthier. He’s a spoiled brat with an old money trust fund and a reputation for being a shameless slut. And for some reason he’s set his sights on me. I’m not gay, and even if I was, I wouldn’t be interested in someone like Aubie. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to matter to him.
“So what do I need to know about Cutter Knight?” he asks.
“You don’t need to know anything.”
He sets his mug down. “I’m just being friendly. We’ve got some time to kill until your clothes are dry, unless you want me to bring them to you at work.”
Oh fuck no. “They’re not getting dry until you start the dryer,” I snap.
He shrugs and reaches down to unzip his pants.
“What are you doing?” I demand.
“I can’t start the dryer until my pants are in there, too.”
“So go in the bathroom and change like I did.”
“Why?” He leans closer and runs his tongue slowly over his lips, his eyes teasing. “It’s not like you haven’t watched me get undressed before.” His eyes openly rove over my body, down to my crotch. I can feel my dick immediately respond. “As I recall, you enjoyed it.”
I swallow and clear my throat, my voice a plea. “Go in the bathroom.”
He hesitates for a minute, then shakes his head and slides his hands down his chest suggestively. “I don’t think so.” He finishes unzipping the pants, holding my eyes with his. “You know, I usually walk around my house naked.” His thumbs hook under the waistband and slowly start to push down, exposing his slender torso.
A sliver of the red dragon tattoo on his hip.
The whisper of a sheer purple thong.
Look away.
His eyes dare me to keep looking. To watch him shimmy out of the skintight jeans, his body lean and sinuous. As if the dragon on his side is shedding its skin.
I should leave. I should grab my phone and order a rideshare. Get out of here before he has a chance to…
To what? What is he going to do?
“You’ll eventually come crawling to me.”
I have enough self-control to resist this weird hold he has over me. I just have to get out of here. I back up and glance behind me toward the door.
“I think I should go.”
He takes a step closer.
“Is that what you really want?” He grabs the hem of his shirt and drags it over his head, dropping it on the floor. He’s only wearing the thong now.
Why does he look good enough to eat?
Another step closer.
“Is this what you want?” he purrs.
“Aubie, I…”
“What?” he whispers, his voice a silken promise. “Tell me exactly what you want, Cutter.”
Fuuuuck.
He slips one finger into the strap of his thong and pulls it away from his hip. “You want this?”
Another step closer, and now we’re inches apart.
He reaches out and closes his hand around mine, pulling it to him. Pressing it against his stiff cock while he undulates his hips.
“Feel what you’re doing to me?”
My mouth is too dry to form words. My dick suddenly so hard it’s painful.
He slots his body next to mine, the bulge of his cock in the flimsy thong rubbing against my own raging hard on. I bite my lip and concentrate, trying to will my body to resist, but I can feel my heart thundering in my chest.
My pulse pounding.
No. I do not want him.
He grinds against me while his head tips up, his lips seeking mine. I try to pull back, to keep my distance. To prevent him from closing that gap, but he’s persistent and I’m apparently a weak-willed idiot.
When his lips finally meet mine that static spark shoots up my spine again. What the fuck is it with this guy?
Growing up a military brat meant I was always the new kid in school, so my friends were often the characters I found in the books I read and later wrote. I love dreaming up bad boys and the trouble they can get into, and lucky for them, I’m a sucker for a well-earned happily ever after. Or at least a happily for now.
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