Cowboys and Werewolves

By Vivian Leigh

When Marshal Felton goes out into the badlands in his first solo pursuit of a gang of train robbers he discovers that the gang is really a pack of werewolves. They capture him and drag him to their lair where they make him a deal: survive the night and he can go free. To survive he's going to have to satisfy their appetites for... man flesh.

Caution: This MMMM adventure contains shapeshifting men, throbbing cocks, pulsating orgasms and hot man on man on man action by the campfire.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Leigh
• Release date: Feb 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466038295

Vivian Leigh

Vivian Leigh is a mild mannered CPA by day and a raunchy smut slinger by night. She enjoys chocolate ice cream, pretty sunsets, gang bangs and chianti.

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Cowboys and Werewolves

By

Vivian Leigh

Copyright 2012 Vivian Leigh

All rights reserved

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Marshal Felton clucked his tongue and his old mare trotted onward, her ears pricked and wary. His eyes were bloodshot and rimed with dust. He peered into the stony landscape, using his hand to shield his eyes from the glare and the wind. The tracks were still visible, but only barely. A scuff here. A broken branch there. Nothing most folks would notice, but a trained marshal wasn’t most folks.

The mare trotted over the crest of a hill and Felton looked down into the valley beyond. A thin stream with green banks wandered through the bottom of the valley and a few trees grew on the far bank. He rode halfway down the hill and paused again.

A pack of wolves lazed on the bank amongst the trees.

He sat up straighter in the saddle and studied the animals. A bigger, darker wolf lay a little apart from the pack. Another snoozed in the shade. A final pair cavorted along the bank, nipping and tumbling as they played.

Felton tugged at his rifle and made sure it was easily accessible if he needed it. There was no sense in taking a risk. Old Marshal McBride would be disappointed if he did anything dumb. Wolves, especially in these parts, were creatures to be respected. He rode on down the hill, but split off from the tracks. The thieves