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Full Moon Fever
by Elizabeth Black
Genre: M/M GLBT Paranormal Shifter Romance 

William Shakespeare said All the world’s a stage, but he hadn’t counted on shifters under a theater’s hot lights. Lovers Sam Hightower and Grant Newsome live for the stage. Although they have enjoyed the wanderlust of traveling theater for many years, each has grown tired of the road and wants to settle down. They also have a secret. As shifters and no part of any pack, they are lone wolves in every sense of the word. The full moon brings out the beast in them.

Even though their work as gaffers—lighting techs—puts them in contact with a large variety of willing, sexy men and women to share their love, they prefer men. They find a dancer, Luke Pearce, who makes their blood run hot, but Luke has a secret of his own to test them. Add scenic artists and lovers Charlotte and Lina to the mix, and you have a wild and sexy fivesome.

To spoil their fun and to their surprise, Sam and Grant discover another shifter in their midst, but this young person is so inexperienced and terrified she could expose them to the human hunters and get them killed. How can Sam and Grant protect themselves as well as the people they love?


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​After many decades, Grant had grown weary of running and hiding, and that evening drove his melancholia home harder than ever.
There he sat with Sam in the Portland forest, part human and part wolf, smoking and drinking, waiting for their meal to appear. Grant sat in front of Sam while Sam rubbed his shoulders.
So much had changed over time. Now, he relied on his iPhone to keep track of moon phases. Before his trip to Freiberg, he hadn’t even noticed the moon in the sky at all. No matter where he lived or toured, he had taken to hiding out in the nearest forest on those couple of nights each month when the blood lust took over his mind and body. No one was safe when he transformed, and he did what he could to avoid harming people. A deer or stray dog quenched his blood lust while he hid from the world in the safety of the deepest area of the forest, waiting until the full moon decayed the five percent he needed to be out of trouble. He only transformed at night, and his gallon jug of monkshood rye alleviated his symptoms somewhat, but in the end, he knew he was a danger and needed to hide, not only to avoid killing people but to keep away from the local authorities.
He crouched on the forest floor, swatting the black flies that bit through his thick fur. He wished there were some way of reversing the curse thrust upon him. He wanted nothing more than to sit at home with Sam, drink some beer, and watch a porn flick while making love to Sam again. He cursed his bad timing and rotten luck. He could say “if only” until the tides reversed. Nothing would change the fact that he would go feral every full moon. While he accepted his fate, he did not like it at all. Each full moon he fell into a rage that often came with thoughts of suicide, but when he thought of Sam and his sweet nature and even sweeter body, he realized he had reason to stay alive.
Sam sat next to him, smoking a cigarette, and Grant handed him the jug. Why did Sam seem to take to the change better than he? Or did he really take to it better? What if Sam only pretended so that Grant wouldn’t feel so bad? Misery loved company, but Sam, being a good-natured sort, didn’t wallow in sorrow. He considered the moonlit change a monthly inconvenience, much like some women considered their menstrual cycles. An irritant. If only Grant felt the same way.
Sam gulped as he drank, making slurping noises that grated in Grant’s ears. Sometimes Grant considered the potion the only control he had over his life.
“I feel miserable. I hate the full moon,” Grant said. “Sometimes I just want to curl up and die.”
“It will last only another day or two and then things will be back to normal.”
“What kind of normal is this kind of life?” Grant let his chin rest on his chest as Sam rubbed the kinks out of his shoulders. “My entire body hurts. The monkshood rye helps, but I’m as sore as I know I’ll be every month.”
“I know what you mean. We need something strong for the pain, like morphine, but I don’t know where to get it.”
“I’d rather have cyanide.”
“Don’t talk like that. We can get through this.”
Grant groaned in ecstasy as Sam’s fingers rubbed down his spine. Even though his entire body ached and he wanted to do nothing more than sleep for the next two days, his cock reacted to Sam’s amorous touch, growing larger and becoming sensitive to the slightest touch.
“Hey, I found a great movie for us to watch,” Sam said. “The Brotherhood of the Wolf. I figured it was the perfect movie for our time of the month.”
“Never heard of it.”
Sam turned to Grant and gave him a look Grant was all too familiar with. It was the you’ve got to be shitting me look, since Sam enjoyed relishing in the ways of the world much more than Grant.
“You can’t be serious. What kind of werewolf are you when you’ve never heard of The Brotherhood of the Wolf?”
“I just don’t get into those kinds of movies. I like action movies. You know that.”
“Tell you what. I’ll bring it home in a day or two, and we’ll watch it. It’s really good, and it won’t gross you out.” He grinned. “It’s French, too.”
“That means it has subtitles. I hate reading subtitles. No thanks, I’ll pass.”
“How about An American Werewolf in London?”
“I told you, no werewolf movies. I’d rather watch Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels again.”
“How about The Transporter Two? I hear it’s so bad it’s good. What about that one?”
Grant shuffled on the ground, picked up the jug of monkshood rye, and gulped some down. Pointedly ignoring Sam, he gazed into the forest, hoping something big and tasty would come out soon. Maybe a deer if they got lucky. He was famished, and he wanted to eat rather than waste time and energy talking about movies he didn’t like.
“C’mon, what do you say? It’s got Jason Statham in it. You like him.”
“Okay, that sounds good. Just no werewolf movies, please. What got into you to watch werewolf movies when the moon is full? That’s like watching Rosemary’s Baby when you’re pregnant.”
“I like to have fun with it, rather than mope about like you. You wallow in it. My first werewolf, and you turn out to be overly sensitive.”
“Oh, knock it off.” His sensitive ears picked up rustling in the brush several yards ahead. “Now shush. I hear food in the bushes. Shh.”
A ‘possum emerged from the brush, oblivious to the danger that lurked only a few yards away. Grant had not tasted ‘possum in several months, and he welcomed the change. He needed to eat meat when he shifted, but he didn’t want to call attention to himself by eating his neighbor’s pets or any animals that would be missed. That left the usual gopher, raccoon, or rat if they missed getting anything in the woods.
What I would do for some fresh venison, though.
He eyed up the unsuspecting creature’s flesh, salivating so much he could almost taste its meat, red and bloody, raw and metallic. Inching in, ever so slowly, so as to not so much as break a twig, he crept towards the ‘possum, and when he was ready to pounce, he heard a loud ka-boom from behind.
The ‘possum shrieked and fled into the forest. Birds flew from the trees. Furious, Grant turned on his heels and growled at Sam.
“Dammit, Sam, you sneezed, and that ‘possum got away from me.”
“I couldn’t help it. Allergies. I took Claritin early evening before we changed, but I guess I need a prescription.”
“Ya think? If you sneeze again and drive away a perfectly good meal, I might have to disembowel you myself.”
“C’mon, I said I was sorry. Lie back and I’ll make it up to you.”
Grant stretched out on the grass, arms behind his head and legs extended, waiting for Sam’s gentle touch. When Sam’s hand stroked his chest, his heart skipped a couple of beats. Even Sam’s slightest touch aroused him. His cock jumped a little, in anticipation of what he knew was coming.
The sex will take my mind off my hunger. There’s nothing as distracting as a good blow job, especially from Sam.
Grant relished Sam’s exquisite blow jobs, and he knew Sam would not disappoint him.
I need him, need his touch on me, anything to take my mind off this burning need for flesh.
Sam’s lips brushed Grant’s shoulder, then traveled down his chest to rest near his groin. Closing his eyes to fully enjoy Sam’s kiss, he waited for those soft lips to reach his cock.
Brushing against his head in tight, slow circles, Sam’s lips wrapped around Grant’s cock, and in response Grant dug his fingers into the earth. With a gentle movement, those lips and mouth stroked his shaft, making it jump in Sam’s mouth.
No other man ever had this kind of effect on me. I can’t resist the mere touch of him against me.
Sam’s tongue, slick and warm, flicked in circles around Grant’s shaft. His erection grew harder as Sam’s tongue moved faster around him. Sam alternated between stroking Grant’s shaft with his tongue, then sucking hard on his head, all the while rolling his balls in his hand.
Moaning with pleasure, Grant tensed as Sam took all of him deep into his mouth, sucking and licking, driving him wild. Grabbing Sam’s head in his hands, he pushed him harder against his cock, taking in his entire length. The approaching orgasm made his heart race, but the sounds of motors interrupted his passion. Grant opened his eyes in time to see a shooting star skitter below the full moon.

Elizabeth Black writes erotica, erotic romance, speculative fiction, fantasy, dark fiction, and horror. Her erotic fiction has been published by Xcite Books (U. K.), House Of Erotica (U. K.), Circlet Press, eXtasy Books, Ravenous Romance, Riverdale Avenue Books, Scarlet Magazine (U. K.), and other publishers. She also enjoys writing retellings of classic fairy tales, including her two self-published fairy tales "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" (Puss In Boots) and "Climbing Her Tower" (Rapunzel). An accomplished essayist, she was the sex columnist for the pop culture e-zine nuts4chic (U. K.). Her articles about sex, erotica, and relationships have appeared in Good Vibrations Magazine, Alternet, CarnalNation, the Ms. Magazine Blog, Novelspot, The Erotic Readers and Writers Association Blog, Sexis Magazine, On The Issues, Sexy Mama Magazine, and Circlet blog.


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Thank you for hosting me on your blog today. Have you ever wondered about the antics that go on behind the scenes in movies, TV, concerts, and stage? Is entertainment really a hotbed of sexy excitement? It's no accident I set my GLBT paranormal erotic romance Full Moon Fever on stage. I worked as a union stagehand back in the 1980s, primarily as a gaffer, which is a lighting technician. I had the honor and sheer enjoyment of working lighting for the movies Die Hard With A Vengeance and 12 Monkeys. I also volunteered for community theater, but I was paid to work as a gaffer. I volunteered to act and do makeup, including prosthetics like making wounds and scars.

My first professional gig was as general crew for an M. C. Hammer concert. I ran around and did whatever anyone wanted me to do. In effect, I was a gopher. I was much more specialized in my second gig, which was makeup artist (including FX) for the acclaimed TV show Homicide: Life On The Street. I worked with two other women – one who lead the makeup crew (key makeup) and one who was in charge of hair (key hair). We had our own trailer. We also had the best coffee. Cast and crew would stop by our trailer to chat momentarily and to help themselves to our coffee. I got to meet the entire first season cast and guest star Gwen Verdon, who later was nominated for an Emmy for her performance. I really lucked out, since I was able to work for such a prestigious television show.

I even got to work with the fire departments in Maryland on a plane crash simulation. The hull of a plane was the first thing I noticed when I arrived on the scene. Volunteers were asked to serve as victims and I was able to work makeup ranging from simple bruising to deep lacerations and blood. The simulation was a test of all firefighters in the region. Each firefighter was to assess the damage to each "victim" and triage accordingly. We – the crew – pulled some fast ones on the firefighters, such as bruising on the abdomen that didn't look serious, but when you turned the victim on his or her side, there was a gaping hole made of makeup on the person's back. If the firefighter ignored that person and didn't turn them over to see how bad the damage actually was, that firefighter failed the test. Hundreds of people turned out for this exercise. The simulation looked so real it was scary.

Most of my work was as a gaffer and general crew with various concerts including The Rolling Stones, Phil Collins, The Eagles, Eric Clapton, Amy Grant, Barbra Streisand, and Aerosmith. My then-boyfriend (current husband) was very jealous I worked for Aerosmith. Not only did I work all the concerts, I got to see them for free from the best seat in the house – the wings. I stood next to Steve Tyler of Aerosmith. He was not particularly tall, and he was wiry and thin. He was very friendly. I enjoyed the hell out of those concerts. My only regret was that I wasn't able to work for my favorite rock musician, Peter Gabriel. I was out of state working on an indie horror film, and I was unavailable. Now, I wish I had worked the concert. The film sucked balls, but some of the crew went on to do great things. One man in particular did sound for the TV series iZombie, which I had watched regularly.

There was a great deal of sexual tension in theater, especially. Everyone flirted with me, men and women alike. At the time I looked my best, and I flaunted it. The producer for the company and I were very close – a little too close. Nothing came of it since we never consummated the relationship, but sexual tension was in the air. The same applied to the concerts. I worked with the same people all the time, mostly men. I'm bisexual, but at the time I focused on the guys in the crew. And they focused on me. I was going through an ugly divorce, and everyone knew it. The guys sent me home with gallons of milk and fruit that craft services were going to throw out. It was perfectly good food, too. My son and I weren't starving, that's for sure. Stage crew was very insular and protective of their own. I was part of that crowd, and everyone took good care of me. These were very friendly and kind people.

My experiences led me to write Full Moon Fever. Stage is the perfect venue for the werewolves in my book. They never stay in one location for long since they are working a traveling road show. If the locals become suspicious, it doesn't matter since the show leaves town for another destination and my werewolves don't get caught. I ramped up the sexiness of theater for the book. Although it's based on my experiences, the characters saw more sexual action than I had seen. However, the bald flirtation was evident, and I included that in the book. Flirtations helped make the experience even more enjoyable. I never experienced sexual harassment, but I had heard of women who had been targeted. My characters don't take advantage of each other. Everything is above board and honest. And funny. There is a lot of joking around in entertainment, and my characters engage in it in spades.

I hope you enjoy Full Moon Fever.

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