The very first story I ever wrote was supposed to be a straight contemporary. I’d heard horror stories of authors not doing their research properly, and I decided to stick with writing what I knew. Things I could see, touch, understand. I was only into Chapter Two when a ghost turned up and hijacked the book. By the time I was writing book two, and another ghost appeared, I was ready for it, and just went with the flow. After all, paranormals are a lot more fun. It’s not at all surprising I got hooked on werewolves. And when it came to Septimus and Dai, magic, mages, wizards, and all those sorts of things, immediately followed.
Magicians, sorcerers, wizards, enchanters, have been part of fiction since medieval times, maybe longer. Who hasn’t thrilled to a story of Merlin and Arthurian legends. I read Mary Stewart’s “The Crystal Cave” as a child and I don’t think I moved out of my chair at all until I’d finished reading the entire series!
Ursula le Guin’s “A Wizard of Earthsea”, was one of the few books I was told to read for school that I actually enjoyed. (Another was a biography of Queen Elizabeth I of England, but more of that in Ladies’ Month.)
And more recently? Think of the popularity of Gandalf in Lord of the Rings, and the outrage (SPOILER ALERT!) when something happened to Harry Potter’s Dumbledore.
There’s just something that tugs at a reader’s psyche, when it comes to magic.
Septimus, is sent to a pack across the country to see if they have a solution to why almost no females have been born into his pack in over 30 years.
As soon as he walks into the meeting room he smells his mate. The lust between them is instant and fierce. By day they try to solve the problem of the gender imbalance, by night they f*ck each other's brains out.
Septimus finally gets a lead as to why there may be no females born in his pack. An old man, Arthur, remembers a wizard threatening to curse his pack. Septimus and Arthur speak to a very old woman, Richenda who gives them some trails to follow.
Septimus’ duty is to help his pack. But he’d much rather be in bed with Dai. And is the situation even solvable anyway?
Magic and mages are central to this story. I began by wanting to write an MM werewolf book, but I needed there to be a reason why these werewolves, so incredibly Alpha, were gay.
I can’t give away the climax of the book, but I certainly can tell you that magic and mages are wound through it, inextricably entangled in the lives of one or more of the werewolves.
In stories, I find the potential of the paranormal fascinating. I have several other werewolf books, and also several stories with ghosts. This was the first time a mage insisted in getting involved in a book of mine.
This book, “Were the Hell?” just seemed to go in a different direction from my other werewolf stories. In each of the other two books the two men were more involved in sorting out their lives and relationship, wondering whether a future together was even possible. In “Dogged Pursuit” there are extra touches of the paranormal when Dwyer has to turn to save an elderly couple, even though he hasn’t quite gotten around to explaining to Nelson that he’s a werewolf. But nothing as magical as in “Were the Hell?”. And “A Little Light Loving” is all about the two men’s relationship and Dillon’s mistrust of werewolves. Trust is the issue between Cord and Dillon. But if you want magic with your werewolves, the book to read is “Were the Hell?”
Oh, and if you want to find out more about “Dogged Pursuit” and “A Little Light Loving”, you’ll just have to come back in April for paranormal month!
Septimus had sometimes wondered if he'd only ever been sexually attracted to other males because there were so few younger females in his pack, and the few there were didn't light his fire. But the minute he walked into the meeting room with the weres from the Forest Hill pack, he knew he was genuinely, one hundred percent gay. He could smell his mate.
His cock stood up and fought to get out of his jeans, stretching the fabric so tight that he was going to have blue balls for a week. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck were also standing straight up. His skin tingled, electrified with sexual arousal. And the scent of his mate was overpowering him, dragging him into the room with almost physical force.
His nose led him unerringly to his mate: a tall, lean man of about thirty, with tanned brown skin, dark brown hair, and liquid chocolate eyes. Those eyes were staring at him, the man's strong nose was flared smelling his scent and from the huge bulge in his pale cargo pants, the man was every bit as aware of him as he was of Mr. Tall, Tan, and Delectable.
As Septimus walked across the room, his cock leading the way, the man moved to meet him. Their gazes were locked, and Septimus was totally oblivious to everyone else in the room and the task he'd been sent to do. He was about to put out his hand when the other man reached him and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him in for a hard, body-blending hug.
"I'm Dai. We're mates." The words were harsh, bitten off, said almost as a challenge.
"Septimus. I know."
The Alpha of the Forest Hill pack stood just a few feet away. He coughed, cleared his throat, then said, "Gentlemen, let's get this meeting underway. Dai, you should sit next to Septimus, not in your usual place."
So even the Alpha smelled their attraction. That certainly proved he was not being misled by his cock. Damn! His dick had never been this big before. If only he could undo his jeans and give it some room before it broke his zipper.
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