From Journal of a Lycanthrophile, Book One of the Scattered Dark Series…
when the kink most forbidden is the monster that sates
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About Journal of a Lycanthrophile
Warning: This series thrives on explicit, graphic shifter sex, gay kink, and horror elements, often and usually all at once.
A dark tale of forbidden love, insatiable lust, and desperate need… Jesse Holloman has a fetish for justice and a kink for werewolves. He only feels alive with werewolf lovers, yet he discovers a terrible secret that’s destroying them, and will possibly ruin him, as well. His passions spiral into a world of pain, shadow desires, and an even more sinister, secretive sort of shapeshifter—the kind that changes without shifting. When the kink most forbidden is the monster that sates, can he overcome his shadow proclivities to intervene, or will he risk the only thing that’s ever been important to him?
From Journal of a Lycanthrophile
June 26, 1999
My first sexual experience was with a werewolf, which is weird to write. I mean, seeing it in words, yes, but also because journaling reminds me of gossipy diaries and schoolgirls, and this is neither. What can I say? I’m a guy with biases, a work in progress. Writing makes what happened to me tangible, helps me understand what happened better. Anyway, maybe somebody will find these notes and understand the real deal, or at least believe things like this happen. I would never have believed if it hadn’t happened to me. I was just a kid—nineteen—a couple of years back.
I was in my junior year at a stuffy boarding school in the foothills of Rainier. Had no fucking clue what I wanted to do with my life, and no real motivation to decide. Factor in how badly I sucked at academics, sports, pretty much everything, and that’s why I was stuck at a boarding school in the middle of no-goddamn-where. So it’s no surprise I was out goofing off late one night. Goes without saying, the moon was full. I never bought into any of the stories about the moon making people crazy, or turning werewolves. Actually, the encounter started out pretty ordinary until I realized there would be sex. I was nineteen. Getting it on with a werewolf made no difference to me. Any sex is good sex. Guys that age will do just about anything—literally. Besides, it’s not like he was a wild animal that took advantage or anything. The opportunity just sort of sneaked up on us both. He could easily have killed me, and for a long time I didn’t know why he let me live.
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“This book didn’t just exceed my expectations, it completely shattered them. It was not what I was expecting, not at all.”
“A brilliant journey into the world of kink.”
“Not for the faint of heart.”
“Dark, primal, taboo, hooked me and read it in one sitting. Then went back and read it again.”