In The Moonlight (Gay Werewolf Shapeshifter)

By Veronica Bates

Jeremy's life is turned upside down after meeting Roman, a mysterious man, at a costume themed club.
What will happen to him when he finds out Roman's deep secret of being a werewolf?
Will his chance encounter with the wolf scar him, or will he fall head over heels in love?
Warning: Includes Wiccans, heavy drinking, 80's costumes, and hot gay gay sex!

Contains explicit gay sex (oral, anal, rimming) between a man and a wolf shapeshifter. Adults only.

Excerpt:

“Hey, you need to tell me an embarrassing story.”

“What?” He yelled back from the kitchen.

“You know, I told you about hanging out with Wiccans, and stuff like that. You need to tell me something about yourself.”

Roman walked into the living room with glasses of water. “Like what?”

“I don't know...” I took a sip of water. “Do you have any secrets?”

“Of course I do,” he said. I waited for him to begin, but he said nothing else.

“Such as....?” I prodded.

“Like everybody else, I have plenty of secrets. Some that I'll keep to my grave, and some that I'll only spill to my very close friends. Besides, telling me about your Wiccan friends is not exactly a juicy tale.”

I blinked. I wasn't expecting such a letdown. “Well, then, what's under that goofy mask? You've kept it on this whole night. Is your face a secret? Secret deformity?” I battled back, feeling a little bit better about myself.

In response, Roman took off the mask. I almost gasped out loud at the sight of him. He was a lot more handsome than I had imagined, although at that point I was beginning to expect Phantom of the Opera levels of facial disfigure. He had dark brown hair that spiked up in places due to wearing the mask. His eyes were a golden brown, and his jaw was strong and squared. He had luscious lips, and when he smiled at me his white teeth gleamed.

“Well, now I know one of your secrets,” I said.

“What's that?”

“You're really hot,” I said brazenly.

Roman chuckled, and then bent his head down, his face inches from mine. “I think you are, too,” he said.

I smiled and moved in towards him, and he met my lips with his. We kissed tentatively at first, our tongues tasting and exploring our mouths. Then our kissing became more passionate; our tongues teased one another, our breathing gradually increasing. Roman ended a kiss with a nibble on my lower lip and I moaned out loud.

“Let's go to the bedroom,” he said. I followed him submissively, kicking off my shoes as we walked down the hallway.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Veronica Bates
• Release date: Mar 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465946164

Veronica Bates

Veronica Bates is a former high school teacher turned erotica writer. She loves books, sleazy '60's - '70's exploitation movies, and anything pertaining to erotica.

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In The Moonlight

by Veronica Bates at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Veronica Bates

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locations is purely coincidental.

I was in a beautiful, lush forest. Sunlight streamed through the trees, casting a bright gleam on the green leaves and foliage. I ran swiftly through the forest, sweeping past trees and jumping across logs and stones, enjoying the feel of the wind in my hair and the sounds of birds tweeting. Suddenly, a dark object ran past me. I stopped, feeling dread, and looked around my surroundings but saw nothing. I was disconcerted and began running again, to get away from the weirdness that just happened. I thought that thing was following me. I looked behind me but saw nothing. My heart beat faster. I picked up my running. I knew something was following me, I could just feel it. My lungs ached but I hauled ass. That thing was so close, right behind me, it could smell me. My adrenaline was pumping. I ran faster. That thing reached out to grab me and-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Fucking alarm, I wanted to kill it. I woke up disorientated from the dream. The harder I tried to remember it, the more fleeting it became, until it was bits of vague flashes; A forest; Running; Something scary. I sighed and got out of bed.

Before I had to get ready for work, I checked my phone for any messages. I had one from Mikey, which said, Sup Jerm. Cocos tonite @ 9 dont forget or be late. Oh, yeah, Coco's, a local club, was hosting an 80's party tonight, which would turn out either hilariously bad or boringly uneventful. With Mikey, though, things were always interesting. Mikey and I have been friends for a long time, practically since childhood. We went through a