Love Running Wild 1 & 2 (Werewolf Erotic Romance)
Book Details
Author(s)J.A. Hocking
ISBN / ASINB00LEWXYPQ
ISBN-13978B00LEWXYP2
MarketplaceUnited Kingdom 🇬🇧
Description
Book 1
Mike stared up at the full moon high above him. The bright light was shining down and giving his naked body a silvery glow that accentuated his heavy musculature and made his thick body hair shimmer. He could feel the soft warm breeze blowing through the night and he felt it caressing his tight skin. As he stared at the moon he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, all of those old wives tales. The truth of the matter was, the moon was just another astrological body. It didn't have any more control over his state of being that it did over young lovers staring up at it on a Paris sidewalk. He did have to admit however, that he did always have a special attraction to the moonlight. The way that it made things look, it gave everything a crisp clean sparkle. He loved to run any time he got the chance, but when there was a full moon, there is something even more special about it.
Book 2
Stu walked into the garage and looked around, he knew that Mike was in there, he just wasn't quite sure where. The place was so full of cars and two motorcycles that it was hard to move around. He was grateful for the business. The more business they had the more hours they could punch on time clock, all of a sudden in the back corner of the garage Stu heard a loud clanging sound resemblent of a tool being dropped onto the concrete floor. The sound was immediately followed by a loud grunt, an animalistic growl, and a litany of curse words. Stu made his way through the maze of vehicles, following the deep bass voice of Mike until he saw the big mechanics long legs clad in his dingy grease covered overalls and capped by his heavy wolverine work boots sticking out from under the front bumper of a 1988 Chevy pickup truck. Stu approached the widespread feet of Mike another banging sound came from under the truck followed by yet another expulsion of profanity. Stu chuckled to himself and shook his head as he stood between the legs of his best friend and looked down through the engine compartment of the truck whose hood was up.
***Content warning: For adults only!***
Mike stared up at the full moon high above him. The bright light was shining down and giving his naked body a silvery glow that accentuated his heavy musculature and made his thick body hair shimmer. He could feel the soft warm breeze blowing through the night and he felt it caressing his tight skin. As he stared at the moon he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, all of those old wives tales. The truth of the matter was, the moon was just another astrological body. It didn't have any more control over his state of being that it did over young lovers staring up at it on a Paris sidewalk. He did have to admit however, that he did always have a special attraction to the moonlight. The way that it made things look, it gave everything a crisp clean sparkle. He loved to run any time he got the chance, but when there was a full moon, there is something even more special about it.
Book 2
Stu walked into the garage and looked around, he knew that Mike was in there, he just wasn't quite sure where. The place was so full of cars and two motorcycles that it was hard to move around. He was grateful for the business. The more business they had the more hours they could punch on time clock, all of a sudden in the back corner of the garage Stu heard a loud clanging sound resemblent of a tool being dropped onto the concrete floor. The sound was immediately followed by a loud grunt, an animalistic growl, and a litany of curse words. Stu made his way through the maze of vehicles, following the deep bass voice of Mike until he saw the big mechanics long legs clad in his dingy grease covered overalls and capped by his heavy wolverine work boots sticking out from under the front bumper of a 1988 Chevy pickup truck. Stu approached the widespread feet of Mike another banging sound came from under the truck followed by yet another expulsion of profanity. Stu chuckled to himself and shook his head as he stood between the legs of his best friend and looked down through the engine compartment of the truck whose hood was up.
***Content warning: For adults only!***
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