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…

 

What I’m reading today II – Goodreads update

Alex Ankarr is 7% done with A Shadow on the Sun: Although it’s well-written I’m having trouble suspending disbelief due to the characters’ very ‘fantasy world-building’ names. It’s always a problem with made-up names, and I’m still at the point of finding them slightly risible. The story’s good so I’ll be able to shake that reaction off soon.

Honestly I’d be as happy if fantasy authors just called everyone Bill and Ted. Well, not the girls, maybe.

 

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…

 

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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Wolf Slave 33 – Alex Ankarr

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Wolf Slave 33 – Alex Ankarr

He hates wolves: it’s the first principle of his life. This is a matter purely initiated through necessity, and for his own potential advantage. He feels an odd spasm, a twist at his heart, as Ree murmurs more, rubs his face deeper into Penn’s neck and sighs gustily. Reaches, catches, squeezes Penn’s hand.

Penn could never love a wolf, no, never. It’s an impossibility. It would lead to nothing but trouble for him.

Penn hopes that he could never love a wolf.

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Wolf Slave 32 – Alex Ankarr

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Wolf Slave 32 – Alex Ankarr

Ree’s in love with him. Whether he’s going to express it that way or not – to a chattel, to a slave, to the friend of his youth – Penn isn’t a fool. He can work it out for himself. There’s barely an equation involved: it’s plain fact. He’s averted something: this isn’t, now, going to be a fast loveless fuck up against the wall or over the table. So where? There’s a big roomy leather couch in the treatment room to the side of the main hall, he remembers. There, then.

And he brushes kisses against Ree’s cheek, feels the stir and tremble it yanks out of him. ‘Not here,’ he murmurs, and strokes Ree’s hand. After that it’s pathetically easy for Penn to lead him by the hand, and lay him down on the couch, before stripping off his tunic and leggings before him.

Ree watches wide-eyed, and Penn feels all the power of it. A slave, he is: and he has this wolf in the hollow of his hand. Who’s the slave, right now? He feels every second of Ree’s eyes on him as he reveals his body: gathers his nerve together and watches his master pull his clothes off fast enough to leave fabric burns, surely.

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Wolf Slave 31 – Alex Ankarr

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Wolf Slave 31 – Alex Ankarr

There must be an extraordinary power in his voice: for it has stilled Ree completely, though he’s still pushed and bent back against the table, Ree’s body pressed up against his, hard and desirous. And Ree’s voice is a low burr. ‘That… wasn’t what I wanted. First we were friends: long since, back in the mists of time, it seems now. I never forgot: I missed you when you were gone. And when I found you and had you back, it seemed like perhaps we could regain that happiness. But you hated me on principle: oh, don’t deny it. Didn’t I say I could smell it on you?’ He reaches down, though, and takes a hold of both Penn’s hands, pulls them from his hair and shoulder to clasp them tight.

Penn gives away more than he intends, his voice more raw than it should be – he knows better than to show this much weakness – when he says, ‘I felt I had reason. You don’t know – there are things that have happened, to me. To my mother, when she was alive. You don’t know the life of a slave.’ He clamps his lips, then. He won’t say more: will not give details. Even if he wanted to, it would hurt too much. He can’t do that: certainly, not yet. He’ll choose another moment: one when it will benefit him more, is necessary to win Ree’s sympathy and support. To gain funds or favours or freedom, some other moment.

So he calculates: but still he’s hard as Ree, and still his hard self-protectiveness has been a little broken down. Ree seems to guess at some of what he’s hinting, in any case: pulls his head back and leans, takes a hold of Penn’s face and stares into it, searching. ‘I don’t know who it was, who hurt you,’ he says finally. ‘But I will deal with that for you, at some point. Someone has a beating coming.’ And Penn draws an unsteady breath: perhaps he might have Ree do that. He well might.

But right now… Ree brushes lips against his hair: it’s good. It’s very good, it’s a vast improvement. The sudden jerk and leap of his heart has nothing to say in the matter: it’s potentially useful, that’s all.

He’s snugged in closer: and that’s it, from a bruising, intimidating pursuit, suddenly he’s being snuggled up close there: tender as well as intense. ‘I kept thinking,’ Ree murmurs, ‘that if I didn’t push you too much, if I took it slow, then we could be friends again. Then it was about more than that. I’d forgotten you were beautiful: I’d only remembered you were funny, and stubborn, and had a temper like an oncoming train… none of which you were showing me, too busy being the perfect slave and hating my guts…’ His touches now are still gentle, but quicker, more urgent. He’s speaking up against Penn’s hair: rubbing his face against it.

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