The UC Peckers World w/ Jacques N. Hoff

September 21, 2017





Welcome to the world of Undercover Peckers. Where love is instant the moment you find your mate. Where there’s only one true pecker for every man. Where the sex is so hot it will singe your tailfeathers. Where bird watching is both a recreation and a preoccupation—that usually leads to feathers flying. Let Simon and his avian shifter mate Jay lead you through this world of sinful and ridiculous exploration.


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Then pain radiated across his shin, erasing every ounce of pleasure Scott had just given him.

“Ow!” He glared across the table. “What the fuck, Irwin? Did you just kick me?”

Mickey smirked. “No, monsieur, I did. May I remind you, we are in public, and you two are drawing unwelcome attention with your inappropriate display.”

Atty reached down and rubbed at his aching shin. Then he lifted a double-barreled fuck-off in hand signal form as he grinned. “Inappropriate this.”

“Challenge accepted,” Mickey sniffed, but he was smirking. Apparently both of them liked this game too much to let it go even though they were on better terms now.

“Would you two knock it off,” Irwin demanded. He gave them both disapproving looks.

“Yes, do knock it off.” Mickey tipped his head toward Scott. “I thought you were opposed to breeding.”

Atty caught movement behind the sarcastic booby and spotted the suspicious man sipping from his glass as he stared at Atty. Mickey’s approach had stung—literally—but Atty had to admit he was right about one thing. The last thing they needed was unwanted attention.

He wasn’t about to let Mickey have the last word, though. Atty leaned over as far as the table would allow. “I’m not completely against it as long as I’m the one being bred, you cocky tit.”

Mickey’s face lit up with mischievousness. “I assure you my cock—”

“I think we should get the check and take this somewhere more private,” Irwin suggested, cutting Mickey off. “I’m glad you two seem to have found a way to communicate with each other, but it’s probably not best for us to linger anywhere for long. Just in case.” He glanced over his shoulder at the man outright watching them.

He agreed with Mickey that the man likely wasn’t a threat, but now wasn’t the time to take any risks.

“Okay, I agree with the Winnie,” Scott said. He waved his hand, gesturing for the waitress to come over. “The bad mojo vibe all of you are giving off right now is stressing me out. I don’t know if I can hang out with you dudes anymore.”

“Fuck,” Atty ground out. He couldn’t let Scott go. “I’ll try to be less… umm… bad mojoed. Winnie and the tit can go.”

Scott tilted his head and looked at Atty with a blank stare. His eyes glazed over for a second. But just as quickly as the strange expression had crossed his features, it disappeared and Scott smiled. “Hey, hottie. Would you like to go out with me sometime?”

Atty shot a confused look at Irwin, who shrugged in reply. Okay, what the fuck is my mate on? He had to be dropping some serious drugs to keep forgetting who they were. He’d do whatever it took to help Scott, give him whatever he needed, but Scott had to give up the drugs if this was going to work. “Yeah, babe. How about tonight?”


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Freed from the Australian zoo where he was the subject of forced breeding experiments, Atticus makes his way to the tufted puffin grounds in California, only to find he may not be free after all. Atty is a loner, but he doesn’t want to fight the pull of a flighty surfer who gives his inked skin a pleasant, uncontrollable itch.

Scott has the sun on his face, the waves beneath him, and gratitude for every second of life he gets to embrace. Then Atty appears, and it’s like the universe has tuned his meditation bell to the perfect frequency.

The Tiki Pro surfing competition in Florida is calling to Scott, and Atty agrees to make sure Scott gets there safely. A cross-country road trip in the Hunny Wagon seems like a perfect way to live in the present and get tantric all at the same time.

But they aren’t making this trek alone.







My father told me all about the birds and the bees. The liar. I went steady with a woodpecker until I was twenty-one. I now travel the world in search of the hottest pecker—in tandem with my best friend Simon Spoonwell and his blue jay partner Jay Azure. What you read here is all true. Well, at least in the world of UCPeckers it is. Wherever you see peckers, you may just find me there.


Jacques N. Hoff is the brainchild of SJD Peterson and SA McAuley. Two authors who shouldn’t be allowed to interact with each other (at least in public). It was either co-write hot pecker porn or plot world domination. It’s not clear which outcome will take the forefront on any given day.


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