About Fur and Fang

by Sean Michael and BA Tortuga
254 pages
ISBN: 978-1-60370-700-8, 1-60370-700-X
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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?

Sample

“Then you make bacon, and I’ll make the most amazing eggs you’ve ever had. Fried or scrambled?”
“I like scrambled.” Those blue eyes searched his, so off-kilter he almost laughed. Almost, because sure as shit that would piss the kid right off.
His lips didn’t even manage to twitch. “Cool. I like them scrambled well.” He met Cage’s eyes with his, holding them, sure and steady. “It’s okay.”
“Okay.” The way the kid licked those lips made him want to howl.
He held it in, held off on the urge to grab his cock and stroke, too. “Bacon, hon.”
“Yeah, it’s in the fridge.” Again he got tempted with that ass, this time with a bright red scratch on the top from the edge of the cabinet. Bacon and eggs and milk were pulled from the old fridge, the kid pouring a huge glass of milk and gulping it down before pouring another. “You want one?”
“Yeah.” Hell, yes. He could smell what it would do for him, all of that good shit like carbs and vitamins and just comfort.
He got a glass filled to the brim, the kid still twitchy, not shaking, focusing on the food and the milk. He could see all the little things that had changed. Things fixed up a little here, chewed a little there.
Literally chewed in some places. Lord, the kid must have been going through a chewing stage in wolf... Roman sipped his milk and watched. The bacon would take longer than the eggs.