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by A. J. Llewellyn
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: Cavan Carmichael has just transferred to LAPD from rural Oregon. It's Halloween and he's expecting...well, the unexpected, since it's the time of spooky things, and this is LA, after all. Nobody, however, could have predicted an animal abuse call that turns out to reveal a beaten, chained-up man in a garden shed.
Then come the words that Cavan knows will haunt him for life: "Don't worry, I'm tame."
Cavan rescues the man who, underneath the bruises and blood, is very handsome. And mysterious. Nothing about the stranger adds up. Nothing he says makes sense. For every medical test the doctors perform, only more questions arise. When Ludo, as he insists he be called, is admitted to the hospital, he has grievous injuries inflicted by a despicable assailant via antique torture instruments.
Unbelievably, Ludo's injuries heal fast and Cavan, who visits the recuperating man, is astonished to find he is attracted and protective of the man. But can Cavan overlook the oddities, such as bristles under the man's tongue? The strange wolf hairs in his wounds? Is the most beautiful man Cavan has ever seen really...tame?
Genres: Gay / Dark Fantasy / Werewolf / Shapeshifter / Mystery / Detective / Contains Brief Instances Of Shifted Sex
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [126 KB]
Reading time: 76-106 min.
Ben arced his flashlight in the same direction. It was very well hidden.
"There's nothing in there. I don't keep my dogs in there." The man kept babbling. "You can't go in there. That's private."
They inched toward it, the big silver bolt on it glinting under the flashlights' beams. Cavan saw a dark stain on the door. He was sure it was blood.
"Unlock this please," Ben insisted.
"No. There's no dogs in there. Come back with a search warrant."
They reached the shack, Cavan touching the lock. The padlock had not been pushed all the way down.
Inside the house, the dogs started barking like crazy, as if sensing something was very wrong. Cavan pulled out his iPhone with his free hand and surreptitiously began recording.
"The lock," Ben said again.
Unbelievably, Luke Masterson took off running.
Cavan heard Ben shouting something to him, but he didn't respond. He wondered what horrors awaited him as he lifted the lock off the hinge, slid back the bolt and prepared to enter the shack. He heard Ben running and realized he'd gone after their suspect. Cavan braced himself as he got the door open and, flashlight in one hand, camera phone activated, began searching the small room. There in the corner sat a huddled creature chained to the wall, shackles on ... his feet. It wasn't a dog. It was a beaten, shivering, shaking, bloodied man. Cavan would never forget how the man tried to make himself smaller. Defenseless. Petrified.
Suddenly, his head came up. His swollen eyes looked right at Cavan.
"Don't worry," the man said. "I'm tame."