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Fur and Fang
by B. A. Tortuga, Sean Michael
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Danger. Fur. Fangs. Bared claws, ready to defend territory and mate. The stories in this collection have all this and more! In Sean Michael's pirate story Law of the Jungle, Captain Marco is delighted with his crew's gift of a big, emerald-eyed cat. He's even more happy when he finds that the cat is also beautiful as a man. Will danger end their relationship before it begins? In Snake Oil, by BA Tortuga, old west drifter Haskell is just passing by the snake oil salesman's traveling show when he senses the presence of an old friend. Can he teach Truett to be human again? Lost Tiger, by Sean Michael, has were-tiger Torao escaping from the circus. Greyson finds Torao and decides to help this strange man, but will Torao's old Keeper find a way to drag him back to the circus. Finally, in Alpha, by BA Tortuga, werewolf Cage thinks he's found a safe place in his cabin in the woods, at least until the former occupant, alpha wolf Roman comes back for it. Will they be able to get along, and survive the attack from outside their brand new pack?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2009 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: November 2009
 
62 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [290 KB]
Words: 67577
Reading time: 193-270 min.
The Law of the Jungle by Sean Michael Marco Lorencio del Arancia Perania stood at the wheel, his feet planted on the deck as it rolled, the wind in his hair, the sun beating down on him. They had stocked up in the Americas and were making their way in the general direction of Afrika. They would take any merchant ships they met on the way, and sink any of His Majesty's naval ships. It was what he did; revenge upon the English sailor who'd impregnated his mother and left her no better than a whore in the seaside Spanish village he was from. El Spada Nero was a thorn in the side of the English navy, a fact Marco was very proud of. He raised his face to the sun, feeling the warm rays upon him, the salt in the air increasing as they left the land behind them and entered the ocean proper. She welcomed them with high waves and a good, strong wind. "Set the topsail and catch that wind!" The very same wind tore the words from him, but Rupito heard and relayed the order, his crew jumping to obey. They were watching him, though, as they worked, when they'd done. His crew was looking at him strangely. Expectantly. Marco motioned to Rupito to come to him. "What's going on?" "Capitane?" Of a similar height and age as Marco himself, Rupito had eyes of a deeper brown, his skin even darker than Marco's own sun-kissed flesh. And the man was trying to look innocent. Marco nodded toward the deck, two of the crew turning quickly away as his eyes came to light on them. They were trying to look innocent as well. It was not a look that a band of pirates was good at, and he narrowed his eyes. "Something's going on." Rupito snorted. "We're bored, Capitane. As are you. Let me take the wheel and you can go below and have your evening meal." "I still say something's going on." Brown eyes stared back at him, giving nothing away. He shook off the feeling that something was afoot and slapped Rupito on the back. He headed across the deck, rolling with the ship. His cabin was just belowdecks. The largest cabin on the boat, it still wasn't very roomy. It was, however, his home. More so than anywhere on land. Marco frowned as he got to the door, some strange sound coming from behind it. What had his crew done? Very carefully, he opened the door. The snarl stopped him in his tracks. He drew his knife from his belt, hand closing over the black opal hilt as he peeked in. Something rattled, hissing and growling--a blur of ebony that near dazzled him. What in the name of God... It was as if a pair of emeralds were lit by the sun, shining at him. Fascinating. He took another step forward--he should have brought a lantern down with him, there was barely enough light coming into the cabin from the small porthole to see by. And yet, he could see enough. Whiskers. Tail. Black as pitch, and huge. By the sea herself... t'was a damned cat. A large black cat in a cage. He'd known his crew was up to something. But he would never have guessed this. It might prove a most interesting diversion. Or a very bad thing, if pirate superstition about cats proved true.
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