GENRE: Gay Erotic Romance
LENGTH: 6,513 words
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Local news photographer Ethan is pretty sure there's no such thing as a jackalope. Every bunny he's ever seen has been a cute little furry creature, not a dangerous, horned beastie. But somehow he lets big, tough American hunter Logan drag him into Parkhurst Forest on the Isle of Wight on what Ethan's convinced is a wild goose chase.

Logan's on a mission to wipe out the jackalope colony he's convinced has been brought to the island by a madman. He's got a healthy respect for the vicious critters, which is more than he seems to have for the less physically imposing Ethan.

But when an escaped convict from a nearby prison bursts into the mix, all their plans are thrown awry. Seeing Ethan at the mercy of the violent criminal brings Logan's true feelings for the smaller guy out into the open ... and what happens next could lead to a change of heart about the jackalopes, as well!

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

"Listen, Eth, if I'm gonna nail this asshole Van Matthews, I need to prove he's been importing dangerous animals. Even a backwater country like this has laws against that kind of shit. Now you just stay put where you'll be safe and don't go worrying that pretty head of yours over the whys and wherefores, you got it?"

Logan stalked out of the clearing and left Ethan to kick his dainty little heels. Sighing, he sat down on a fallen tree, hoping that if it was infested with ants, he wasn't about to be. It was quite clear how Logan viewed him, he thought bitterly. A lightweight. A liability. Just a necessary evil, to help gain the recognition the big man so obviously craved.

It would serve Logan right if Ethan just got up and left right now. In fact, that was just what he ought to do. Take his cameras and his journalistic witness credentials, and get straight out of this fugitive-infested forest.

Except ...

What if there was something in what Logan said? Ethan would be kicking himself if he missed the opportunity of his career. Then there was Logan himself. Okay, the man was annoying, infuriating, and overbearing. And those were just his good points. But something in Ethan couldn't shake the feeling it might be rather nice to show Logan that Ethan did, in fact, possess a pair. Plus, obviously, the usual accompaniment -- the meat between the two veg, as it were. Ethan wondered idly which two veg they were supposed to resemble. Brussels sprouts, from the shape, he supposed -- although anyone whose family jewels were that particular shade of greyish green was probably in urgent need of medical attention ...

There was a flurry of movement in the corner of Ethan's field of vision, and he raised his head in mild curiosity -- and froze. It couldn't be!

There, not six feet away from him, was a small white rabbit.

With horns.