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About the author:
Xander Blythe has too many wild fantasies to not share them with others. Harnessing the deliciously taboo into the written word is his favorite pastime. But when he’s not writing or working his day job, he enjoys playing video games, tabletop games, dabbling in non-writing related creative pursuits, and spending quality time with his cats.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’m a big fan of the Ginger Snaps movies, where the werewolves are permanent monsters. I liked the idea of being unable to shift back to a human form, then thought about pack dynamics, how the human world would react, and went from there.
Here is a short sample from the book:
By the fourth week he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Over three painful days and nights he’d grown a goddamn tail. It was only a few inches long, but he knew it would likely keep growing. He’d heard the shifting stories, the accounts of the often painful morph from human to werewolf. He’d stumbled upon them in his obsessive search for decent werewolf hook up sites. And his obsession had cost him the measly life he’d built for himself since he’d dropped out of college and been kicked out of his dad’s house once his new, young step-mother had pushed hard enough. Sharing an apartment with a few friends and working retail wasn’t so bad. At least he had a job.
But Jamie knew what he had to do before it was too late, and he reluctantly did it.
He told everyone he’d been mugged and bit in a freak incident. Luckily they all bought his story. They didn’t need to know that he’d met the were online and sought him out for a one night stand. A one night stand that turned nightmarish before it got anywhere. He’d been tricked, he’d realized once he’d come to, half naked, lying in a cold puddle of his own blood on dingy motel carpet that was about as absorbent and soft as linoleum. The were had bit and run. It was just like the stories he’d read about in those stupid chain letters online that most people assumed were only hyped up ignorance and bigotry. Unfortunately, he’d found the grain of truth.