The Wolf and His Whore – Gay Werewolf Hooker Romance!

The life of a rich alpha wolf like Gregory is surely a happy one, right? Not so much, perhaps, if he still hasn’t found his mate. In fact he’s lonely, lonely enough to hire a whore for the night. And to require that whore, James, to pretend to be his mate…

Full Moon Groupie – Gay Werewolf Romance!

William is hot for werewolves, and luckily there’s a pack run every full moon in his home town. Is he going to get lucky this month? Will hot werewolf Mayot Free choose him? Wil he be mated?

Wolves: Heat & Chill – Gay Werewolf Romance!

Three platonic human buddies take a break. Skiing week-end, great idea right? So do three werewolf friends, likewise. They end up sharing a ski-lodge: and it’s cool. Until it’s very hot indeed: when one of the wolves goes into heat…

 

Plotzing* over Plots

11052054925_3421bbdc21_o*thanks to Louise Fitzhugh via Harriet the Spy. Tomato sandwiches and all.

I’m trying to plan out a plotline for a sequel to A Spell For Destruction, my ‘gay-wizard up to no good with a dodgy ex-boyfriend and his new fiancee’ title. (That’s a sub-genre, right? I think that’s a whole sub-genre in itself.)

(Just a plotline. I’m still hacking away at my wolf trilogy-tetralogy-quintet etc. That’s the one that’s getting actual words added to it, instead of just me doodling mind-maps and making lists of character traits, and places on the ballpoint-pen map where the main characters can shag like bunnies. Em, not bunnies. Or a bunny and a wolf.  Which is probably a risky combo.)

Now, a title is easy – A Spell For Creation, right? Well, probably. Or on the other hand possibly not. But it’ll do as a placeholder for the time being.

The title’s not a problem. Forget the title. But the plot might be a little bit of a problem. Thing is, I thought I was being terribly clever with the first book in the series. In which Pell – he’s the warlock-one – is hired by his old boyfriend, to check out that his new fiancée is absolutely legit and on the level.

(Pretty harsh, right? To hire your old love for that, doing the magical private dick thing and private investigatoring all over the new flame’s past history? But on the other hand, Pell is very good at what he does, and he’s totally over Stephen. Or so he tells himself.)

I won’t give away the whole thing – you’ll need to read the actual book for that! But suffice it to say, that what appears to be going on here isn’t what’s actually occurring. There’s unseen motivations, hunters who are actually prey, and a narrator who hasn’t got access to the true facts of the situation…

Which leads, naturally, to a cliffhanger ending, and a sudden switch in the power balance and relationship statuses.

Cliffhanger endings! Undisclosed last-minute surprises! Because readers are going to go for that, right?

Oh, boy. Readers were mad at me! Check it out here on Goodreads, or here on the link for the book on Amazon.com if you don’t believe me. How mad? Pretty mad!

Well. Readers have a right to their reactions. (LOL, as if they don’t know that already.) And it’s the first book in a series of either two or three – haven’t quite figured that out yet. So I figured I could fix it up and justify the machinations of the characters and the emotional development via – HEY LOOK AT THAT DINOSAUR OVER THERE! THE ONE IN POLKA DOTS!

Well, via some chicanery, a few further plot twists, and the hidden stew of feelings of the apparently unmoved and unloving narrator, that’s what.

Yeah, easy to shrug off some sharp reviews, when your struggles with a sequel are relegated to some distant spot in the future. Except, now it’s time to at least have a tussle with the plot outline for A Spell For Destruction II! And I’m not laughing anymore!

So wish me luck, because I’m sharpening my 2A pencils, furiously scribbling away at dozens of mind-maps with convoluted arrows shooting off in every direction, and writing down lists of major plot points that leave yawning gulfs of WHAT THE HELL HAPPENS HERE? in the middle. From underpants to profits, in 92 easy steps!

 

Image – Thomas Ingoldsby, no known copyright restrictions.

The Charioteer by Mary Renault – book review

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The CharioteerThe Charioteer by Mary Renault

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

It’s a classic, but don’t even think about reading it if you’ve run out of sertraline or just failed your uni exams. It’s not a happy bunny read is what I’m saying.

A re-read usually produces a reaction of either depression or scepticism in me. The depression is easily explained, because this book is depressing as hell. And the scepticism is along the lines of ‘eeeeehhh, you’re going to do R a favour and stick around, L? Really? um, lucky lucky Ralph…’

I dunno. Renault’s preferences and character judgements are clearly legible between the lines, and I don’t agree with them.

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things I don’t understand about Ralph Smart 2

When he says ‘waking up with a bunch of grapes in your mouth!’  (He says it all the time.)  Does he mean literally…  Wouldn’t you choke?  What does he mean?

(Is it a gay sex thing?  Is it?  Isn’t it?  It sounds like a gay sex thing.  It sounds like teabagging, tbh.)

I don’t think he actually means a gay sex thing.  But it still sounds like a gay sex thing.

Ralph, I love you.  I can’t understand half of your tricks, tics, slogans and twitches, though.