From One of America's Best Selling Spicy Paranormal Authors - A Hot Pack of LGBT Werewolf Tales
What is the attraction modern-day Werewolves hold? They’re usually ultra-masculine. They’re powerful, possessive, and have strong appetites they don’t always repress. And what’s more romantic than a main character who bonds for life? Are there gay werewolves? Hell yes! Some of them, like Dallas and Jax in Eye of Wolf are out and proud. Joshua in Virgin Gay Werewolf is young and still at the stage of coming out—both as gay and a werewolf. Then there’s the main character of Sins of Father Wolf—a newly ordained priest who may be starting to accept his sexual orientation—but not his tie to the Moon.
So—here’s a collection of ten Gay Werewolf stories. These hot and steamy members of different Packs are intended for adults only. They feature romance and fun of all sorts--with an emphasis on Rough. All characters are 18 years are older They’re all available in their separate titles and series, but they’ve all been brought together for this collection:
I sat down on the bed next to him and kicked up my charm to Nova level. I knew from experience it could melt the panties off girls. "Let's make a deal," I said in a conspiratorial tone. "Tell me your secret and I'll give you a kiss."
"Josh, I've known you were gay since we met during Orientation. I can feel your eyes on me all the time. I even started sleeping in just my boxers because I could watch you tent your pants. No biggie. So--I know you've wanted to kiss me. Here's your chance. Trade you a kiss for your secret."
Shit, if he had offered me a blow job, I'd out every Supe in the state. I had already identified a Werepanther who was in the front row of Pugmire's class. You can always tell a Werepanther from the smell. But keeping the Secret was something we were raised with from the time we could talk. After the major massacres in the 1600s, most Supes went underground and had signed treaties to keep the Secret. There were Enforcers who took out chatty Cathy Supes--or at least, that's what we were told. I had never met one. Maybe they were our version of boogie men.
"No," I said firmly. "And is it that obvious I'm gay?"
"Well, yeah. It's like your eyes end up velcroed to every guy's crotch or ass. I think it's funny.