Werewolves, meet Jane Eyre…


‘He doesn’t want to play at brother wolves.  Romulus and Remus can go take a hike, the romance of their tale is lost on him entirely.  (God damn Ree for making him into Scheherezade.  For reading him more stories night after night, since drawing him into an intimacy like ropes about his chest and arms. All the fault of Jane Eyre that first day: Ree has woven a whole romance about their reunion, as well as their boyhood amity, and now must replay it constantly.  His own Mr Rochester: but Penn remembers, Miss Jane had a few pithy opinions about the man, however infatuated.

But anyway.  A three, four mile run? After the night he’s had already?’

-Alex Ankarr, ‘Wolf Runaway’.

Photo credit: Sam Vekemans, Creative Commons licence.



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…


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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?

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Wolf Slave 28 – Alex Ankarr


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Wolf Slave 28 – Alex Ankarr

And now he’s for it: Ree has jerked back, too, almost instantaneously, grabbed a hold of him by both arms, and is looking full into his face with wild, wild eyes. And wild eyes on a werewolf are pretty damned wild: there’s a glint in Ree’s, that tell Penn he’s at real risk now, and must tread with the utmost care. ‘I’m sorry, my lord,’ he begins. ‘I apologise most deeply.’ And he’d do well to end right there: but Penn has always been pretty close to a fool on certain subjects. He lifts his eyes: just glancingly. ‘But why, my lord, why would you…’ And he peters out: but his meaning is clear enough.

Ree throws him away from himself, and stalks to the other side of the hall: and rants as he does it. Penn accounts himself fairly lucky to be ranted at: rather than, say, torn limb from limb. ‘I’ll do as I please. In my own household, Penn, my own household, I think I have a right to dispose of my… of members of staff as I see fit.’ He’s not even looking at Penn: has leaned to look out the window, is clutching at the internal railing that circles the cabin. It squeaks, almost buckles under the strain. ‘Of course, it is not my business if you choose to…’ The pause is long, and Ree seems to collect himself, to come to and wake up a little.

Then he swivels around, and lopes back to Penn, and takes a hold of his forearm once more. It’s not a savage grip: only hard and steady, and his look is intent, his mouth a very thin line. ‘No. Scratch that: it is entirely my business. You are property, Penn, as is she. I will dispose of the pair of you as I see fit, I will: only think yourself lucky I do not bar you from her company and sell her to the local whore-house while I’m at it. Enjoy her while you can: it’ll be brief enough.’

Penn’s limbs tremble under the force of Ree’s grip, and it’s not from fear. It should be, but it isn’t. This is his problem, right here: he hasn’t the self-preservation to keep his anger and rebellion tamped down, or only just barely. Never has had: it’s a wonder he’s survived this long. Now, he should be quaking under Ree’s hands, aware of their deadly potential. But no, instead he’s quaking with fury. And what he longs, absolutely longs to do, is to lift his eyes and stare right into his master’s face. And to strike him.

And if he has such a deathwish, he might as well take the sharpest knife from the kitchen here, and drive it straight into his heart forthwith, to make of the job a quicker one.

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2013  All rights reserved to the author. No inspirations for characters drawn from real-life individuals, no resemblance to real individuals intended.

Read the sequel to Wolf Slave immediately, available on Amazon and free to read to members of Kindle Unlimited! Find out what’s next for Ree and Penn, and if love or freedom are in Penn’s future, in Wolf Runaway, 2nd in the Wolf Wars quintet!

What I’ve been reading – The Wolf of Ash and Fire by Graham McNeill

The Wolf of Ash and FireThe Wolf of Ash and Fire by Graham McNeill

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I’m not much of a fan of self-consciously sparse, tight writing – no thanks – but this was a bit too elaborate in style for me.

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Alternate bookcover 06/02/2018 b): an alternate to the alternate!

Or here’s a slightly different version.  Better with a grey background? Anyway, it’s another alternate bookcover for ‘Wolves In Leather‘, using the same Canva element.  And monochrome is still pretty.  Like it?  Let me know in the comments!

wolves in leather2

Looka that moon!  Arooo!  Pretty, right?

The ‘Daily’ Book-cover – Sunday!

And today – for the, er, biweekly alternate bookcover/creativity exercise – tadah, an alternate cover for ‘Another World, Another Love’!

another world, another love

This cover uses a detail from one of my wolf drawings.  And I think the pseudo-abstraction and colour-scheme give it a definite ‘mid-1970s middle-school textbook’ vibe, which is sort of cute.

Me and Pam, Week 5

Fifth chapter of ‘Art and Soul, Reloaded’, and my efforts at the tasks set by Ms Grout.  Wow.  Seems like this is really a thing, at this point.

This week’s chapter is called – oh, fortuitously – Dare To Be Mediocre.  And the essay part, the bit of inspiration from Ms Grout before the actual tasks, is about how if you let go of an anxious worry about producing perfect results, then you’re free to fly, to take action.

Oh, my.  Has she seen my wolfy drawings?  It’s like this chapter was written just for me!

Moving on – right along!  The main task for this week’s chapter is, I quote, ‘Come up with the title (just the title) of your forthcoming memoir’.

Ehhh.  I do love a memoir.  By almost anyone.  Don’t matter if you’re a filing clerk with a couple of pugs and your most exciting hobby is joining the local Gilbert & Sullivan society.  Still love ’em.

Ehhh, so, – ‘Under The Bus’, I think.  Yeah.  Yeah.  We’ll go with that.

I guess now is the time for that promised simply appalling wolf drawin’, right?  Seein’ as how it fits with this week’s subject, and all.  Boy, it’s difficult to pick the least worst, though.  They’re all pretty bad.

wolf 3 - Copy

Hey!  As a thumbprint it doesn’t look too bad!  I’ll have you know.