It's Wednesday and you know what that means....time to say "Oi, Vera, would you look at that!"
This Wednesday we have a bevvie of beauties all bearing the name Daniel...Daniel what we neither know or care (although I'm sure my lovely, Sharita, will know -- I don't know how she does it) but they're all squee-worthy regardless of their surnames....I know, I'm shallow, sue me...
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Real life was a bit pants yesterday and I apologise to Jianne for not making this post then...hopefully she will forgive me...
Jianne's new book Deviant Devil was released on the 23 August and she's on a whistle stop tour and is graciously chewing the fat with me on the sofa today, answering my questions and sharing with us a little teaser to get your taste buds, and other places, tingling.....
Jianne's new book Deviant Devil was released on the 23 August and she's on a whistle stop tour and is graciously chewing the fat with me on the sofa today, answering my questions and sharing with us a little teaser to get your taste buds, and other places, tingling.....
Thanks for answering some questions for me, Jianne.
1. So who is Jianne Carlo?
My alter ego. She’s the person who can fulfil every one of my fantasies and then some. She can go anywhere, do anything, and best of all, can create the most delicious alpha heroes and sexy stories.
2. Tell us a bit about your new release Deviant Devil - Book #3 Hades Squad, which was released on the 23 August.
OMG – Devil’s the most ornery hero I’ve ever written. I just loved him to death. And Jess, the love of his life, can turn him upside down with a blink. Their story was just plain fun to write.
3. Is it easy to write a series? Or does it take you a while to slip back into the characters?
I wrote Deviant Devil and Demon Seed right after finishing Lucifer’s Choice, so I was still in the mode for these books and didn’t have to re-read anything.
For the next series, White Wolf Women, it’s going to be more work. I wrote White Wolf in 2009, so it’s been two years, and I’m going to have to get back into that world.
I love writing series because it gives me the freedom to explore the secondary characters that come along in each book.
4. I am looking forward to reading the entire Hades Squad series, but do you have a favorite scene from Deviant Devil?
Oh yeah. That scene after Devil’s won Jess in the auction. No – wait – the one where he discovers she went to a BDSM club with another man - no, no, the one when Jess discovers he’s set the stage for a proposal. OK, I give up, I have no favorite scene.
5. When did you know that writing was your passion?
My husband and I were invited to a wedding in Wales in 2007. We’d declined the invitation and, at the last minute, he decided we’d attend. I grabbed a book at the airport. Turns out it was Christina Dodd’s first historical - Only a Knight. The wedding was held in a castle built in 1735. I loved the book, the setting, and, on the plane ride back, told my husband – I’m going to write a romance novel. Now, I can’t stop. So weird and so totally unplanned.
6. What was your first book and how long did it take to get it published?
My first book, That Tantalizing Lick, went up in smoke right after I’d received requests for partials from seven agents. I mean that literally – my PC burst into flames and I didn’t have a backup. For about two months I couldn’t even look at a book. Then I heard that my best childhood friend had lung, liver, and fibroid cancer. She lived in England and the prognosis was dismal. I took six weeks off and went to London to take care of her. It was intense and awful and wonderful. I started writing Manacled in Monaco on the second day there. Writing Manacled kept me sane. When I came back, I submitted it to Loose-Id and received an offer for publication within four days.
7. What some don’t realize is that writing is a discipline and you have to proportion a part of your day to it – how long does it usually take you to complete a manuscript?
Some come easily and some not. My Viking Warrior series flew off the pen, so did Devil and Demon Seed, I finished those in less than four weeks. Carnal in Cannes took almost three months and I attribute that to the earthquake in Haiti. The heroine of Carnal, Martine, is from Haiti, and I felt such guilt writing a romance novel when there’d been and continues to be such tragedy. Only a thorough scolding from my editor, Georgia Woods, got me back on track for Carnal. Something worked though, because Carnal’s had nothing but five star reviews.
8. Do you outline your plots first? Or are you like me and just go hell for leather?
I wish, wish, I was a plotter or a planner. I’m like you, I go hell for leather. For me, it’s all about getting to know the characters. I write two chapters, one from his point of view, and one from her’s. Then I have an idea of where the story’s going. Of course, there’s always a surprise that I never anticipate.
9. Out of your body of work – do you have a favourite character?
Master parachutist Lincoln Abraham Chapman. I love that he’s a SEAL and a paratrooper and that he sings opera – Handel’s Messiah. And of course, there’s the title of his book, A Paratrooper in a Pear Tree.
10. If you were to offer advice to someone starting out, what would you say?
Write what’s in your heart and head. Don’t go with trends. Enter contests. Listen to constructive criticism and ignore everything else. Believe in your dream.
11. Who are your favourite authors? Not just in the M/M genre.
Christina Dodd, of course, though I prefer her historicals. James Patterson, Stephen King, Kurt Vonnegut, Lori Foster, Lynn Lorenz, Belinda McBride, Sindra Van Yssel, Lisa Marie Rice, Gail Faulkner, Lacy Savage – the list goes on and on. There are so many talented authors out there.
12. If you hadn’t chosen writing, or rather, writing hadn’t chosen you, what do you think
You would be doing for a living?
My day job’s in computers. I manage financial software implementations. Been doing it for over twenty years and still love it. I know that the two don’t go together at all writing romance novels and accounting – go figure.
12. What do you do in your free time? And don’t say writing!
What free time? I have a day job, three sons, and a husband…but if I have a spare moment, I love nothing more than going for a trail ride.
13. What makes you laugh?
So much. I love to watch America’s funniest videos, anything with animals doing outrageous stunts, and kids being kids. I also have a secret – not so secret anymore, I guess – obsession with Pink Panther cartoons.
14. What irritates you most about other people?
15. Would you like to share with us your favourite joke?
Okay – let me preface this by saying that I live in a household of four men, all uber-macho.
If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it will always be yours. If it doesn’t come back, it was never yours to begin with. But, if it just sits in your living room, messes up your stuff, eats your food, uses all your cell minutes, takes your money, and doesn’t appear to realize that you had set it free….You either married it or gave birth to it.
I bloody love this and it's so true *glances over to the TV where her something is sitting glued to it* lol
Thank you for coming to chat, Jianne and I wish you many sales.
Thank you so much for hosting me, Lisa, I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with you.
It's been a pleasure talking with Jianne and you can find her at:-
Facebook: Jianne’s Facebook Author Page
Twitter: Follow Jianne on Twitter
Amazon: Jianne’s Amazon Author Page
Goodreads: Jianne Carlo on Goodreads
And here’s a little taster of Deviant Devil – Go Buy it! http://www.loose-id.com/Hades-Squad-3-Deviant-Devil.aspx
This excerpt takes place after Jess finds out that her condo’s been burglarized. She and Devil are on their way to her place to take stock of the damage.
Neither Jess nor Devil spoke for the first couple of miles.
“The cops are finished with your condo. It’s a mess. We’re going there so you can grab what you need. Pack for at least seven days. They went through everything, Jess.”
“They?” She checked his profile, noted the grim set of his mouth, the muscle twitching under his eye.
“We figure that there had to be at least two of them to clean three condos so fast.”
The way he avoided looking at her had goose bumps prickling all over. “What are you not telling me?”
“We sent in a sweep team after the police gave us the go-ahead. They found two cameras and several bugs.”
What he said didn’t register for a few seconds. Then the words seeped into her brain, but as a jumbled anagram designed to make no sense at all.
“Bugs, cameras? Like in a bad B movie?” She shook her head. “This doesn’t happen in real life.”
“It’s happening.” They’d stopped at a light, and he looked at her. “And it’s no joke. No B movie. This is your life, and someone’s targeting you. Got that?”
“I…I guess. It’s so surreal. Is this all related to Aung’s disappearance?” She could only manage shallow breaths because of the invisible band squeezing her ribs and chest.
“It looks that way.” The light turned green, and Devil switched his attention, stepping on the accelerator and changing gears. “Has anything else out of the ordinary happened within the last three months?”
“Three months?” She flinched when her voice came out as a squeal. “Someone’s been watching me for three months?”
“Calm down, Jess. That was my bad. Three months is an arbitrary time frame we decided on for investigative purposes. Fact is we have no way of knowing when the bugs and cameras were planted.”
She hugged her arms. “It’s all so creepy. That someone’s been watching me in my own home. It makes me feel sick to my stomach.”
His hand captured hers and squeezed. “Don’t let it get to you. Besides Aung’s disappearance, has anything different happened within the last ninety days?”
“You’ve no idea how boring my life is.”
“Boring? In the last month alone, you’ve been to the opera three times. Attended two concerts. Held four press releases. Been interviewed on three local TV stations. Boring isn’t the word I’d use to describe your socializing.” His voice coarsened with each word, his nostrils flared and thinned, and the clipped delivery spoke of a rising temper.
What right did he have to be annoyed with her? She welcomed the anger spiking her temperature, grateful to avoid the thought of being watched.
“What you refer to as socializing is part of my job. I’m in PR. Each and every public appearance is designed to focus attention on one of my clients.” So pissed was she that Jess didn’t notice they’d arrived at her building until Devil snapped the pickup’s door open and hopped out. Anger kept her pinned in the seat, and she didn’t flinch at the sudden bang, but gritted her teeth and watched him lope to the passenger side and peel back the door.
“Oh yeah. You and Tom Gordon doing kissy face at Le Circe is part of the job?” His vanilla-scented breath warmed her chilled lips. Nose to nose, they stared at each other. The scowl he wore had the perfect brows most women envied, drawn together into a straight line.
“Yes.” She spat the answer. “And your activities at Bacchanal are job-related?”
He went from smoke spewing to lazy charm right before her eyes, the perfect dimpled smile doing a cat-ate-the-canary appearance. “You’re jealous.”
ISBN : 978-1-61118-511-9
Genre : Contemporary Suspense
Pages : 217
Series : Hades Squad Book #3: Previous Book: Lucifer’s Choice
Once again, thanks for having me Lisa. Hope everyone enjoyed!
Joining me on the sofa is my pal Pender Mackie who talks about Mother Nature, the weather and Dog Days of Summer :)
When Lisa invited me over I was going to blog about names and the subconscious assumptions readers can have about a character, based on their name. (Names like Joe and Zander conjure up two very different reader expectations.) But thanks to Mother Nature I’ve changed my mind. Since it’s Waffling Wednesday that’s okay. Right?
Here in western Canada summer came late this year. We had a soggy June and a dreary July.
I’m not ready for summer to end so I was dismayed to see the leaves on the tree in my front yard. They’re already changing color. Noooo! I feel cheated. I want a summer like the one in my story, Dog Days of Summer.
I wrote that story for the Goodreads’ M/M Romance Group for their Hot Summer Days Anthology. It’s a free read and it’s available over at ARe. For those that might want it, I’ll include the link.
I intended the story as a one-off, ending just as Shea and Levi start dating. But while basking in the sun a couple of weeks ago I started thinking about them and some of the problems they’d face in their new relationship. Inspiration hit and I wrote a rough outline, right then and there.
The sequel, if I ever get it finished, will take place in the winter. I’ve been working on the edits for my Halloween short story, Right Street, Wrong House so the transition to writing about winter is not as difficult as I’d thought. I’m just not ready for the real thing.
Right Street, Wrong House will be released by Silver Publishing on October 29th. Lisa and I share a Halloween cover and release date. It’s an eye-catching cover! This is my first attempt to write a BDSM themed story. Here’s the blurb and excerpt:
Right Street, Wrong House Blurb:
Lewis is in love with his best friend Dylan and if those looks the other man keeps throwing his way are anything to go by, Dylan feels something too. So why does he refuse every advance Lewis has ever made? Does it have something to do with those mysterious evenings he's so tight-lipped about?
After six years of waiting and hoping, Lewis reluctantly decides it’s time to move on. An invitation to a Halloween party is the perfect opportunity to try to meet someone new and maybe get over his unrequited feelings for Dylan.
Lewis realizes he's ended up at a very different kind of party and inadvertently discovers that Dylan may have a secret that is keeping them apart.
But Lewis has secrets too, and maybe the two of them are more compatible than Dylan thinks. Now all he has to do is convince Dylan to give them a chance and let Lewis show him just how good they can be together.
Lewis looked at himself in the mirror. He was showered and shaved and wore a clean, neatly pressed golf shirt and jeans. He frowned at his reflection, frustrated. He looked so damned…nice.
Except for his sandy blond hair, which was a little too long, he looked like the typical boy-next-door. Maybe he shouldn't have shaved, but he didn't have enough facial hair to pull off the rugged look. He tried a sexy smile then grimaced. He'd only managed to look pleasant.
Lewis pulled the golf shirt over his head and put on a tight, silky black t-shirt, enjoying the sensuous brush of the fabric against his skin and nipples. He swapped the comfortable jeans for a pair that was much more form-fitting. The outfit was new and not a style he usually wore, but he was trying to make a statement.
With his blue eyes and wholesome, clean-cut looks he still looked like the kind of guy that would help his neighbors carry their groceries, but at least he didn't look like he'd forgotten his pocket protector at the office.
His cell phone buzzed. Lewis grabbed the phone from his dresser and checked the message.
Where are u? U are missing all the fun.
Lewis typed rapidly. On my way.
He took one last look at his reflection then headed to the kitchen to grab the cookies he'd made for the party.
Tonight's Halloween party was being hosted by a coworker's friend. Lewis had purposely waited 'til the party had started before leaving home. That way, his coworker Rob, the only other guest he knew, would already be there. Thank God costumes were optional. If he'd had to dress up in a costume he wouldn't have gone.
He wasn't shy. His dad always said he could talk the hind leg off a donkey—whatever the hell that meant—but he didn't normally go to parties. Hanging around some stranger's house, watching people getting drunk and acting stupid wasn't his thing, but tonight was different.
Tonight he would go to the party and if he saw someone interesting, he was going to flirt.
Rob had told him everyone was bringing snacks and that there'd be soft drinks provided, but if he wanted alcohol he should bring his own.
Lewis had considered taking some beer, but he'd decided to stick to soft drinks. When it came to alcohol he was a lightweight, plus he was driving.
He hadn't been sure what to bring for snacks so he'd made sugar cookies and decorated them with orange and black icing. He'd taken some to work and they'd been a big hit at the office. His best friend Dylan had eaten three or four, one right after the other.
Lewis laid the cookies on a large plastic plate shaped like a pumpkin. He frowned as he wrapped them with cling wrap. Dylan was the reason he'd agreed to go to the stupid party in the first place, damn it.
He'd known Dylan had been invited, but after Lewis had already accepted, he'd found out Dylan had other plans and couldn't make it.
He wondered what Dylan was doing instead. He'd asked when they were eating lunch in the break room, but Dylan had looked at Lewis, and shrugged. "Just stuff."
Lewis had been frustrated but he'd known he wouldn't get anything else out of him. Even though they were best friends, Dylan could be secretive.
"Come on, Dylan. I already said I'd go and if you don't come too, I won't know anyone but Rob," he'd complained.
"Oh, please. You make friends everywhere you go. Within half an hour you'll be on everyone's Christmas card list."
Lewis had rolled his eyes. "No one has Christmas card lists anymore."
Dylan had thrown his balled-up napkin at him.
Lewis grumbled to himself as he grabbed the cookies and his keys from the kitchen counter. He was disappointed Dylan wasn't going to be there, but if he had some place he'd rather be than at the Halloween party with Lewis, that was fine. Lewis squared his shoulders. In fact, that was all the more reason to go.
It was time to meet some new people and try to get over his feelings for Dylan. They'd known each other for six years, but no matter what he did or said, Dylan refused to see him as anything other than a good friend.
Lewis had been attracted to Dylan since they'd met in their late teens, the summer after high school. They'd both had a summer job at the same grocery store, stocking shelves early in the morning or late at night. They'd horsed around and swapped friendly insults, and traded secrets.
They liked the same types of music and movies, and they were both planning on getting business degrees at the local college. If they'd gone to the same high school they would have already been best friends, but Dylan lived on the other side of town and had attended a different school.
Lewis had fallen hard for Dylan but he'd kept his crush to himself. When Dylan confided that he was gay, Lewis was ecstatic. Since they had so much in common and they were both gay, he'd thought it must be fate. They were meant to be together.
But when he'd made his move, Dylan hadn't seen it that way.
All summer long they'd had an on-going game of trying to sneak up on and startle each other. Late one night Lewis had seen Dylan kneeling, his head down as he stocked canned vegetables on one of the lower shelves. Dylan hadn't seen him yet. The store was almost empty and there was no one else in their part of the store.
Lewis crept down the aisle. He stayed close to the far shelf, out of Dylan's line of sight until he was directly behind him. At the last minute instead of tackling Dylan or poking him to make him jump, Lewis leaned over and bussed his lips against the back of Dylan's neck, tasting warm skin and salt.
It wasn't one of his better ideas.
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt. I’ll post the link on my blog as soon as it’s available. In the meantime, here’s the link for Dog Days of Summer.
Thanks for letting me waffle, Lisa.
Loved it Pender :) It's always a blast having you on the sofa with me xxx
The unwelcome visitor I hear you say...no I'm not talking about your Auntie Maud who smells of mothballs and lavender and really should get that mole on her chin removed. I'm talking about the most unwelcome visitor of all....depression.
Some people never suffer from depression and if they do they just shrug their shoulders and give themselves a mental talking to and move on. For the rest of us...it's not that easy.
We muddle through, we smile and we joke, and the game face is securely on so no one will see that inside we are broken. We have to carry on, we have children, jobs, lives to attempt to live...but there reaches a point where you just can't do it anymore, and even you can see the cracks beginning to appear in that carefully sculpted mask.
People who have never suffered from depression, and I don't just mean you wake up in a bad mood and by your 10.30am cup of coffee all is right with the world again; I mean heart-wrenching, soul-destroying panic and the mire of darkness you can't seem to get out of. I mean the kind that when your friend says, "have a good cry, you'll feel better," it's hard to make her understand that you are too terrified to cry in case you never stop. I've heard the expressions; attention-seeking, drama queen, lazy, just pull your socks up for heaven's sake, and more of the same, from people who make you feel like you are completely insane for feeling this way and that it's all in your head and you're just making it up. These are the sort of people who stand and stare when you say you've decided to get help. Because they have no idea what it means to be struck down with this illness.
And it is an illness. It's a chemical imbalance in the brain that can attack anyone, at any time. Some are lucky enough to be able to pull themselves out of the swamp of emotion they find themselves in, but most are not and it is through a lack of understanding on other people's part, that they don't seek the help they need. They consider it weak. They think that maybe they are making it up, that it is all in their head and they are just seeking a bit of attention.
Been there, done that.
But it's not weak to seek help. It takes courage and strength and determination to stand up and say, please help me...I can't do this by myself. I did, and if you are suffering at the moment, or know anyone who is, I hope that maybe something I said here has made you think..."I can get the help I need." Or "Oh God, I need to help her/him find the strength to get the help she/he needs."
Just remember one thing, anyone in their cosy little bubble who thinks it will never happen to them and that depression is just a ruse to sit on your arse all day....
Depression is an ILLNESS. It doesn't care who you are, male or female, young or old, black or white. It grabs hold of you out of nowhere and hangs on tight because it thinks you're weak, it thinks it can take you down. But it can't - not if you stand up and say "I will beat this. I will accept the help there is available to me, be it psychological or pharmeceutical. It won't keep me from achieving my dreams."
So my final word is to Depression itself - I am stronger than you, I am better than you and you can just FUCK OFF!
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
After six long months in rehab, Navy Veteran Tyler Hardin received his medical discharge and heads west to visit with his mentor and surrogate father, only to arrive minutes after his old friend passes. Ranch owner Cass Cartwright takes one look at the handsome stranger and knows he's in danger of doing the one thing he swore never to do: fall in love. Cass works to convince Tyler to overcome his past and give a relationship with another man a chance, even while someone is working to sabotage his ranch, and maybe their love.
Rating: 5 Lulu's
Available now at All Romance Ebooks
This is Laura Harner's first forage into the M/M genre in the shape of a gorgeous cowboy and a broken man; a man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders along with past grief, PSTD and the denial of who he really is.
Okay, so I've read it before and anyone who sees the dedication page will know why I squeed when I opened it on my Kindle last night - my name is alongside two other lovely ladies as I am one of Laura's critique partners. My first reading of the finalised version of Ty Hard was done on word so I didn't realise she'd done that and I actually filled up I was so touched. Anyway, enough of that.
As I said, I've read it before as a CP but last night I opened it as a reader and was totally lost in the beauty of Laura's writing all over again as I was sucked into the world of the Willow Springs Ranch and Cass, and Tyler.
The two characters are written with such strength and conviction and their instant attraction is sizzling. Underneath all that lust is Cass' realization that he doesn't just want this man's tight little ass, he wants the whole package. He wants to protect this man from the world that has left him uncertain and in pain, both mentally and physically. For the first time in his life, he wants more than phsyical release. My heart ached for him as he not only has to come to terms with the fact that he's falling in love with his 'sailor' but also with the knowledge that Tyler may never be ready to take that final step.
Tyler is a broken man, looking for somewhere to call his own, and meeting Cass Cartwright was the last thing he expected. The man stirs up feelings and wants in him that he is not ready to face, even though he knows he has been denying them all his life. A tragedy in his past has left him hiding behind a wall that Cass has to break through to get to him, and even though he knows his feelings for Cass are true, he is uncertain whether he can truly allow himself to give over to them. My heart ached for Cass, but it shattered into a million pieces for Ty as his story was revealed and his insecurity and fear of letting himself love Cass.
In short, I couldn't put it down and finished it in the early hours of this morning, hence my late wake up. First of all, you'd never know that this was the first m/m Laura has ever written, the sex was hot without being overly graphic and the sensuality of it all will leave you needing to open a window and racing for the next page. The story was seamless, not once were you left wondering if you'd missed part of the plot as you are in so many books of late. Laura's descriptive writing style and emotional content reaches in and grabs the pit of your stomach one minute and your heart the next and then she has to go and throw in a little suspense and terror along the way, just to keep you on your toes. It was a beautiful story of love, romance, and overcoming the odds to realise that the one might just have been standing in front of you all along.
I can put my hand on my heart and say that this is a must have addition to your Kindle, bookshop, bloody everywhere. It's one of those stories that you can read over and over and still want to go back to it again. Pure class.
Monday, 29 August 2011
Milo yawned and stretched, his back popping like a firecracker as his vertebrae realigned. He winced at the high-pitched singing of his calf muscles, hell let’s face it, every Goddamn muscle was singing, and settled down on his bed. After he’d managed to coax his body into a comfortable position, he yawned again, wide and loud into the silence of the room as his mind drifted to the events that led him here.
He’d known he shouldn’t have gone out tonight, but he’d been wired and needed to blow off some steam. That’s how he’d found himself at Spider, the new Goth club on 22nd. Not that he’d looked out of place; he hadn’t. Dressed in his tight black jeans, a ripped, black T-shirt strategically two sizes too small, and his long leather overcoat. To top it all off, he had painted thick black liner around his ice blue eyes and smoothed jell through his dark hair, artfully picking out strands here and there to give him a rough and ready look. He’d looked amazing when he’d left the apartment, and he’d known it.
The club had been humming when he’d arrived and it hadn’t been long before he’d been held against a muscled chest on the dance floor. The guy was hot, all sinewy muscles and soulful brown eyes, the studs on his T-shirt leaving sparks of pain and desire where they’d touched Milo’s lean torso. His length had pressed into Milo’s belly as their hips moved to the thrumming beat and he’d grabbed Milo’s face and brought their lips together, his tongue insistent and needy in Milo’s mouth.
Knowing he had time, not much but enough, Milo had grabbed the hunk’s hand and guided him through the sea of writhing bodies and out the exit door, ignoring the alarm that sounded as he door opened. In a dark corner of the alley, Milo had kissed, licked and bitten every piece of skin he exposed until the man was a quivering mass of want and need, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the brick wall he’d been pinned against. Milo had prepared him roughly and without much decorum, each needing the other rightthefucknow, before slipping his sheathed length past the rim and into the dark heat beyond in one swift movement.
The music from the club had pounded inside Milo’s head with every thrust into the whimpering man beneath him. His fingers had gripped tightly to lean hips, hard enough to break the skin with his nails. Judging by the helpless mewling coming from his conquest, the man wasn’t bothered by the roughness of their coupling, in fact he pushed back onto Milo’s cock in a punishing rhythm.
When his climax rushed through him, lifting him high and then throwing him down onto the rocks while waves of ecstasy washed over him, time and again...Milo felt the familiar prickling up his spine. Shit! He’d known he shouldn’t have left the apartment, but it was too late for regrets now. Although he did feel a nuance of remorse for the man losing control in the intensity of his own orgasm, head bowed and hot reams of come spurting from his cock onto the ground. It wasn’t often he found a partner with the size and stature to withstand a hard fucking the likes of which Milo handed out. Oh well, there would be others.
He’d seen the man’s terror as he’d watched Milo shift before his very eyes into the monstrous wolf he had become so many times before. Lost himself completely in the horror in the man’s gaze when he’d ripped his throat out and drunk hungrily from his spouting vein before clawing open his chest and taking the most precious of trophies.
Back in the here and now, Milo yawned again and stood, turning three times on the spot before sinking onto the mattress. He wouldn’t shift back until the early morning rays crept through the window, and no doubt he would wake again before the dawn. But he always made provisions to quell any hunger pangs he may need to satisfy. His long tongue flicked out from his snout and he lapped at the slowly congealing blood around the man’s heart where it lay on the pillow beside him. Milo made it a rule to make only one kill per shift and so he always made sure he had a midnight snack.