• Crystel Greene

LASKA: A SINGLE DAD GAY ROMANCE

Finally, here's Laska! Sorry he's a little late - it's not at all like him, as you'll see!




LASKA: A SINGLE DAD GAY ROMANCE is book 4 in my omegaverse non-shifter Fennys Den College series. It's the story of a young single omega dad with sensory processing issues and his professor, and here's what to expect:


*Hurt/comfort

*Student/Professor

*Omega on the spectrum

*Single dad

*Evil ex

*Chosen family

*Happy Ever After


A few reviewer quotes:


"Made me a fan of this trope (student/professor) just for this novel"


"I enjoyed this book especially how it depicted the omega, Laska, on the spectrum with sensory processing disorder"


"The dynamics between Torien & Laska had a sweet flow and the development of their relationship was perfection."



LASKA and the whole series is free on Kindle Unlimited!


Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/LASKA.../dp/B08739BKFF/ref=sr_1_1...

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Amazon Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08739BKFF

Amazon Au: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B08739BKFF




About LASKA:


Laska Greyson goes to a party one single time and ends up with a kid and no mate. Gossip at Fennys Den College is raging. Laska couldn’t care less. The bookish omega is so guileless and focused on his studies he mostly doesn't even realize that people can be nasty or have hidden agendas. It’s his superpower and also his greatest weakness.


Toriên DaSilva, professor for Were Studies, is notorious for mercilessly enforcing college regulations. Everyone cowers before the authoritarian alpha with the permanent scowl. Everyone but the young Greyson omega with the baby, the brilliant test scores, and the dreamy eyes.

One night, Toriên catches Laska after curfew on campus in a downpour. Toriên decides to accompany the student to his dorm, purely for safety reasons. Laska needs a hot shower so he won’t catch pneumonia, and someone to tell him that. When Toriên does, Laska complies – and asks the professor to please watch the baby till he’s done. He seems to assume that Toriên can deal with a fussy six-months-old. And with the sight of Laska in a flimsy bathrobe.


It’s the beginning of a very particular relationship. Toriên finds he simply isn’t equipped to resist the pull of the gently anarchic beauty. Laska triggers all his protective instincts - and a couple more.

Old wounds mean he can’t ask Laska to be his mate. He’s damaged goods, and Laska deserves someone better. Someone younger too. To keep Laska safe from unwanted advances, Toriên makes him his official consort. It’s hard to keep himself from marking Laska, but the professor is determined not to ruin his lover’s prospects for a better future.


Until the alpha who took advantage of Laska and sired his kid turns up to claim him, invoking ancient law. Forcing Toriên to forget the rules, face his demons and desires, and fight for what’s his.

LASKA: A SINGLE DAD GAY ROMANCE is a non-shifter omegaverse gay romance and book 4 of the Fennys Den College Series. For readers 18 and over. 88k words.


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The Fennys Den College Series is a paranormal non-shifter omegaverse gay romance series about the Greyson brothers and their struggles to find love in a world under threat.



EXCERPT from LASKA (Toriên’s point of view):


Laska is sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace, wrapped up in a blanket. With the fire burning, my office is way warmer than my apartment, so this is where I’ve taken him. It feels safer, too. He’s recovering from an assault. There must be no trace of anything that might feel like a threat to him.

God, he looks so small in the big chair.

“Try not to think about Hagen for now, Laska. He’s not a danger to you anymore.”

He takes a few sips from his mug, then lifts his head. “Can you come sit with me?”

I know he needs the body contact; I should have joined him and let him snuggle up to me right away when we came here, and I would have, if it hadn’t been for my darned feelings for him.

“Please?” he says like an afterthought. It’s typical for him to forget to say things like please and thank you. The thought that he believes I’m not helping him the way I should because he hasn’t been polite enough is intolerable.

Shoot, I’m supposed to be strong. I can do this.

Putting his mug to the side, I bend down to him and lift him up, then sit down in the armchair with him on my lap. Not hesitating for a second, he slings his arms around me and wriggles about to find the perfect position. With a sigh, he relaxes against my chest. Since he’s still wrapped in his blanket from neck to toe, all I feel of his body is his modest weight and his silky hair tickling my chin. Which leaves his scent as the main problem. It’s sweet, sweet temptation, and the fact there’s still a whiff of Hagen’s mixing into it sparks off a primal need to make him mine in my loins.

I fidget in my seat, trying to will my body to cut off the blood supply to my groin.

“Am I too heavy?” he asks. “I’m really sorry…”

Something bubbles up inside me. I’ve been prepared for all kinds of uncontrollable reactions he might trigger in me, but not for laughter. “No, you aren’t too heavy.” …

“I’ve been thinking, Torie,” Laska says. “Maybe you could make me your consort.” … He traces the buttons of my shirt with two fingertips, almost as if he were about to open them, but that’s not what this is about. This is stimming. “Hagen said people were considering me… up for grabs,” he continues. “If I were your consort, they’d stop thinking that. They’d consider me yours.”

I stare down at his smooth brow.

“You’ve decided you don’t want a mate, and I have, too, but by being your consort, I could belong to you without marriage, right?” he says. “We’d both be able to keep our resolutions, yet people would leave me alone.” He raises his gaze to mine, blinking. “What do you think?” …

“It’s complicated.”

“Not really, is it? Claiming a consort is a pretty straightforward procedure.”

He’s right. All it would take is for me to wrap him in my scent every couple of days and to have him live here in my apartment as our shared territory. That would suffice to advertise his new status as my consort to the community.

He’s stopped fingering my buttons and bites his nails now instead. “Of course, you don’t have to do it. It’s not your responsibility to help keep nasty alphas away from me or anything, obviously—”

“It is. It is my responsibility. You wouldn’t be in this situation if I had done my job and kept you safe. I do want to help you; God, I do. Only, taking you as my consort would feel really wrong. An omega consort is considered property. You aren’t an object.”

He shrugs. “I wouldn’t mind. You wouldn’t treat me like one, so, no problem.”

I try to think of another argument.

He’s stopped biting his nails and is watching me. “There would be a couple of benefits for you, too, you know. I’d do your housekeeping—”

“You definitely won’t be doing any housekeeping.”

A small frown appears between his eyebrows. “I can do things. I know how to do the laundry, load the dishwasher, make an omelet, and a lot more things.”

“I’m sure you do. That’s not the point.”

“Why don’t you want me as your consort, then? You could sleep with me anytime, too.”

Oh God. I could.

His way of making his points gives me whiplash. He spells things out with absolutely no filters, and it’s made all the worse by the fact he’s doing it from a place of utter innocence.

“I wouldn’t do that. I…”

“You wouldn’t sleep with me? Why not? You’re having a reaction to me.”

I slip out from under him and get to my feet. “I’m not having a reaction.”

He glances up at me, looking completely confused. Somehow, it feels really bad to lie to him, knowing he has these troubles with seeing through people. It feels like the worst kind of gaslighting.

“Okay, I have a reaction to you. I like you.” That is the truth. Of course, it’s also a giant understatement, but there’s no need to be specific about the exact degree to which I like him, to be sure.

He smiles. There’s a remote hint of roguishness to that smile, and I find him sexier than ever, wrapped in his blanket up to his chin like he is.

“So, are you saying yes?”