Watch out werewolves—the newest Supe in town is a rare Werebear, and he’s out for more than an easy lay. Join this hot furry Daddy as he seeks out his rough brand of dominance. He has an appetite for more than food. This is one bear that bites. This is not a Gentle Ben type, so lock up your doors and Beware The Werebear. He takes what he wants—and he may want you. (Warning: Your Kindle may catch on fire because this story is so hot. An adults only story of Shapeshifter gay rough sex, anal and oral Domination with a hot leather Daddy who is the ultimate bear.)

Meet the newest Supernatural in town who had to relocate when things got a little too rough with a former lover back home. He’s a Werebear—one of the strongest of the shifters. His genetics bind his bear nature to have a spring cycle where his libido rushes back along with his appetite. Now he’s in a new place, looking for a male who will meet his needs for hot daddy sex where it’s so hard to resist the tendency to bite down. It’s how bears show dominance. He’s at a biker bar owned by a local werewolf pack. Will he find someone there strong enough to survive a night of passion with him? This is the second in the Tales Of The Werebear Series that began with Beware The Werebear. (An adults only tale of supernatural hot leather daddy sex, with extremely rough play.) He was gone when I woke up. I guess the empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the floor explained how I slept so hard I didn’t even hear his Harley pull out. He wasn’t exactly the strong silent type. He was a real screamer, every time I slammed into him. The rougher I got, the more he cried out like a fucking cat in heat. But he was no cat. First time I had ever plowed a Coyote shifter before, but then, I was his first Berserker. There’s a reason “berserk” in English means crazy. When a Werebear goes into what granddad called hamremmi, it can lead to frenzy almost impossible to control. It’s strongest when I start my spring cycle, and after a long winter, my libido rages back. So does my appetite, but that’s never a problem. I mean, I might bite when I’m topping a guy, but I don’t eat him. It was rumored Great Uncle Nils had done so when hamremmi took him. When I was a kid I remember coming downstairs unseen when the subject came up of why we really moved to Minnesota from The Old Country. It was the reason Berserkers were watched so closely as they approached puberty and were then kept isolated when it hit. The older you got, the more control you had over your body and its changes. The first time it happens, you really can go berserk. Guess someone had slacked off monitoring Great Uncle Nils.

Only the largest and strongest of the Supernatural Shapeshifting community could have the power to feed his carnal appetite with Werewolves (and a rare Coyote Shifter). The question is if the other Shifters can survive a night of passion with the newly arrived Werebear. This Berserker (as the Werebears call themselves) is entering into spring with his libido awakening after a passionless winter. He defines rough sex. And reflecting his Bear heritage, there is no stopping him from satisfying his desires. No human lover can live if he loses control. Fortunately, Shifters are able to heal in a way humans cannot. Join the Werebear on his journey to taste life to the fullest, including the rich blood of an alpha Werewolf during one of the wildest and roughest supernatural gangbangs you’ll find. (Adults only story of explicit x-rated M/m/m/m/m action.) “So,” he said, taking a swallow from his bottle and looking down at my dick. I usually had that effect on guys. Nobody ever looked me in the eye when I was naked. “How did you like doing it with Derrick?” I flashed back on Derrick, Dallas’ pack master and the owner of the Steel Horse Saloon, the biker bar where I had been picking off tricks. Like most Berserkers, I remembered most things in a physical way, rather than in “pictures,” so I immediately remembered his wet dog smell, the lube we used, the feel of his skin, and how tight he was when I rammed him. I thought about the fine texture of his blonde hair. I thought about how he smelled of the tequila from a round clay pot. I swear to the goddess if you held a gun to my head (and you would immediately lose that hand if you did), I couldn’t tell you his eye color, although since he was blonde, they were most likely blue. I suddenly surfaced from my memories and said, “Wait a minute, why are you asking me? Is this some sort of shit about pack politics? I got caught by the short hairs back in Duluth one time because of what some were pulled trying to climb up the hierarchy ladder. I’m not going down that road again.” “No, no,” he said, waving his hands like he was chasing flies. “He was telling me how much he enjoyed being with you. Coyote guy was knocking back shots and telling me even though he was walking funny for a couple of days, you were the best he’s ever had.” Dallas took a deep drink and set the bottle back down. “And let me tell, you, the Coyote guy has been around the block long enough to leave a rut. If you’re the best he’s had, that’s really saying something.” He laughed and his eyes were shot through with gold. He was growing on me. Maybe it was time to show him the door. I really wasn’t ready for a relationship at this point, and I didn’t want this turning into “the third time’s the charm” thing. “No offense,” I said, sucking down half my ale, “but this feels like one of those were things where you keep prowling around what you really want to say, rather than just dealing with it. My uncle used to say something that translates into English as talking through the flowers. It means addressing the vase on the table instead of the person across from you. It means not being direct. Why are you asking?” “Well,” he said, rubbing the bottle between his large hands as if it were a cock he was trying to please, “I was wondering if you might consider doing a three-way.” “See,” I said, finishing my ale and getting up to pull out the Hot Pockets as the microwave dinged, “how hard was that to just say?”

Dallas knows it’s just a matter of time before he becomes a Pack Leader of Werewolves, but first he has to survive the sexual attention of his current alpha and the largest and strongest of the Supernatural community—the Werebear. Ravaged by hungers Dallas doesn’t fully understand, the Werebear has shown him how the roughest of sex can feel like ecstasy injected by a bolt of lightning. What will it mean when the Werebear joins the pack for a Full Moon Run? There’s a reason the Werebear calls himself a Berserker—and why berserk means “crazy” in English. (This is an adults only story of shapeshifter rough sex, anal and oral Domination)

Wolf Nipple (Tales of the Werebear) This Werebear feels the only drawback of his heritage is how his libido goes into hibernation over the winter, but floods back with the spring. His returned urges draw him out to the biker bar owned by a local pack, where the last time he was there he spent a night of the sort of rough sex he enjoys, topping the pack’s alpha. This time he’s about to meet an ambitious werewolf by the name of Dallas. Dallas had instructions to pop the cherry of the alpha’s pup. But he has his eyes set on the Werebear, and armed with dazzling good looks and an on-line degree from the University of Phoenix, he is confident he’s about to have a night he’ll brag about—if he survives it. (An adults only tale with explicit hot leather daddy sex, taken rough by the ultimate of Bears, the deflowering of a virgin male werewolf, and much more!) This contains an Excerpt from Eye of Dallas had left his Werewolf Pack and former lover far behind in Phoenix to take a much needed break with his Seattle friend, Billy the Power Bottom. He meets another potential alpha—Jax. There is an immediate attraction on several levels that will lead Dallas back into the complexity of the Pack Politics he was trying to escape. Suddenly Dallas finds himself a witness as Jax is Challenged by his brother for Pack Leader. Jax would prefer to walk away, but will his homophobic Pack accept the first openly gay alpha? Especially when Dallas is standing beside him? (An adults only erotic romance that includes explicit sexual encounters and extensive oral sex. This over 14,000 word story includes the Tale of Dallas and Jax that first appeared in Supernatural Sex and the City, along with all new material. An excerpt from Big Bad Werebear that features Dallas and his Werebear lover is included.)