In the forest on all fours with my underwear pulled down, the Pack Leader knelt behind me... I'm a dandy, a kind term here in Victorian England for a son who will never produce an heir. My father caught me one too many times kissing other boys, and when I refused to marry some cow to breed for his sake, that was the last straw. He arranged for me to be sent to a distant Monastery known for "resolving" issues like me. In return, my father's good name in our town would be restored, bringing prosperity for the rest of the family.
I didn't think it could get much worse, but it did. On my way to the Monastery my coach was robbed and I was taken hostage. I was staring death in the face several times, and surely knew it was the worst day of my life. But then, I met him.
I met Alastair. My gorgeous protector, a werewolf leading the men of the Finnegan Clan. He freed me from captivity, and gave me hope for the future. I had one final decision to make: would I go back to the posh safety of society or run with the pack?
This short story is for mature audiences only! Over 7,000 words of a dandy being taken for one hell of a ride by some shapeshifting Scots in Victorian England. Contains adult content and graphic sex!
Blane has been writing since he was six. It started off in his family's attic, slowly learning how to type on the then state-of-the-art Commodore 64. Taking his favorite comic book characters and putting them into his own stories, he passed many cold winters this way. Blane now passes the time writing sex-positive, life affirming romance titles.
While I expected more mounting given the title and the first sentence of the blurb, the mounting that was there was good. There was a lot more setup with bad guys than there was connection with good guys so the story felt kind of imbalanced but it was a good short fairy tale type read.
bwahaha! someone needs to research speech in Victorian time. also "sensitive man hole"? no real connection was established, between any of the characters. Oliver, for still being a virgin, was way too experienced. not a good read
It took longer than I expected to get to the mounting parts. And only one member actually mounted him. The speaking tone seemed a little.. off, weird? While I've certainly read historical romances before none of them were blatant with the sexual stuff and were m/f. The descriptiveness was certainly... colorful.
This was a predictable, run of the mill short story. The language didn't match the Victorian times. "My hot prick erupted around Alastair's big hands, gushing my pearl jam down his fingers." Corny, very corny indeed.
You don't really get to know any of the characters very well. At least one of the pack members liked pussy. That was a pleasant surprise. I guess this is a set up for another book because plot points were brought up but no resolution but I'm not interested in reading anymore.
Exactly what I thought it would be. I'm not a big fan of historical fiction, but this one wasn't too bad. The way they spoke was kind of annoying, but I really liked Alastair.