Excerpt from my forthcoming queer werewolf novel Hungry Ghost
“Rory is political royalty around here. His dad is Governor Blackwell. Owned a bunch of local corporations and basically bought himself the governorship. Used to be the mayor of Milton and now there’s all sorts of presidential hubbub around him.”
Lexie looked askance as Rory dug through his backpack. “If he’s so rich and powerful, why the heck is Rory going here?”
“Civic pride, I guess,” Stefan said. “Oregonians might give his daddy some side eye if they shipped him off to New England.”
“Presidential hubbub,” Lexie muttered, trying to imagine this kid in the tech vest and slouchy jeans in a fancy suit in Washington.
“I think Bree was trying to get in on the ground floor,” Stefan said.
“Though he doesn’t exactly look like a Kennedy,” Taylor sassed.
“A Schwarzenegger more like it,” Stefan said with a slight growl.
“Which is pretty much the same thing, anyway,” Taylor said.
“Oh my god, right?!” The boys laughed.
Lexie said, “And you were hoping to be what, the pool boy?”
“Ugh, this skin doesn’t tan,” Stefan said. “Maybe like the stable boy or something. Whatever. Fuck it. He’s straight.”
“You’re finally admitting that? Good boy!”
“He’s not like straight straight. I had a chance.”
“Straight straight?” Lexie asked.
“He’s got something going on. I think he’s got some unique tastes. Bree wasn’t all good, and there are plenty of pretty white girls on campus that are all good. She had a wild streak. I think that’s why he liked her,” Stefan said. “Actually, I’m surprised he hasn’t sniffed up any of your trees lately.”
“The Pack? We’re dykes.”
“Exactly,” said Taylor.
Stefan laughed. “There’s more in heaven and earth, Whore-atio, than is found on your Kinsey scale.”
From Hungry Ghost, Book 2 of the Tales of the Pack Series. Back my Kickstarter now to preorder and get Lunatic Fringe e-delivered at the close of fundraising.