The Worst Werewolf Blog Tour, Interview + Giveaway

Title:  The Worst Werewolf

Series: The Immutable Moon, Book 1

Author: Jacqueline Rohrbach

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: February 13th

Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 67600

Genre: Romance, paranormal, gay, lgbt, werewolves, vampires

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Synopsis

The werewolf said, “Race you to the road.” It was the last thing Tovin heard before his life became uncomfortably complex.

Before that night in the forest, Tovin was the type of guy to play it safe. Happy wearing the same shoes, buying the same deodorant, and eating the same meals day after day, he thought his simple existence was pretty great. At least until his boyfriend dumps him for being boring. Heartbroken but on a mission of vengeance, Tovin decides to start a new life filled with excitement, danger, and maybe a meal from a questionable food truck.

A date with Garvey would start it all. Handsome, sophisticated, the man is everything Tovin thinks he needs. It’s a pity he turns out to be a werewolf on a mission to save his pack from destruction.

Now Tovin is caught up in Garvey’s world.

Abducted and forced to be the bloodservant of a powerful Alpha, he lands right in the middle of a brewing conflict that threatens to destroy humanity.

Excerpt

City people came to the forest with heads full of Whitmanesque romantic notions. Most didn’t discover themselves there. Rather, they were found by search and rescue, cold and shivering from disenchantment. And sometimes pneumonia.

Garvey seemed to fall into that camp. At least he sounded that way when he said, “The forest is magical, right?”

Carpenter ants bit his arms and legs, rocks dug into his butt cheeks, pine needles stung the palms of his hands, and droplets of deer poo splattered around the area gave the air a musky odor. The forest sucked. It was about as non-magical as a place could get, the very definition of earthy. But his date’s ass was spellbinding, so Tovin remained agreeable. “Sure,” he said, “this is great.”

Tovin wasn’t dumb, only horny. He’d heard countless stories about people having sex in the woods that all turned out okay. Kids in high school talked about little else, each locker room story was the start of a cautionary tale that ended in sexual conquest, not anything terrible. Even adults did it. His co-workers met women out here. All of them were fine. Just fine.

“…and that’s why I’m here.” Tovin was done explaining himself to Garvey.

Garvey turned. “So you’re here because you finally decided to take a risk and treat yourself?”

“Yes.”

Garvey chuckled. “Oh dear.”

Nervous, Tovin fiddled with the edge of the blanket and sipped at overly sweet wine as his companion fussed to secure the backpack he brought with him. Garvey insisted on lugging the junk with them to, as he said, do it right. A blanket, some cheap wine, a few candles. Tovin wasn’t exactly dazzled. His date was as cheap as he was weird.

Once settled, Garvey was right down to business—taking off his shirt, his shoes, and undoing the top button of his pants. “Too much too soon?” He didn’t wait for a response, only browsed through Tovin’s facial features. “Pants it is. To be clear, we did come to the forest to screw, yeah?”

Tovin nodded.
“Fantastic, then. Let’s get on with it.”
Given the precipitous nature of the man’s undressing, Tovin expected a rough, demanding mouth upon his, taking what it wanted. Screwing, basically. Instead, Garvey traced the lines of Tovin’s face with soft kisses. He used the back of his hand to tenderly follow the same path. Noses bumped. Brown eyes continually met his as if asking, Is this okay? Do you like this?

Tentative, Tovin reached out to touch the nest of hair at the nape of Garvey’s neck, drawing away when the man arched his eyebrow at the gesture. “Sorry.” Tovin mumbled to his lap.

“I’m sorry, too, sweet treat. I want you to touch it, just not like that. It’s not going to kill you.” Garvey presented his head, shook it slightly so that the hair tussled and realigned itself around his crown.

Tovin stammered out a quick reply, “No, it’s made of keratin. Keratin would not kill you. Unless it’s in horns. Or nails. Then, I guess it could.” Inwardly, Tovin sighed at himself when Garvey tilted his head and once again raised his eyebrow. “Sorry, I’m a little nervous.”

“Noted,” Garvey quipped. “Touch my glorious mane of non-lethal keratin, then. It’s the best type of keratin, I say.”

Tovin was in the process of reaching for the second time—faster, slightly more confident—when two howls interrupted. He jumped at the noise, once again pulling back his fingers. He withdrew to the edge of the blanket. “What was that?”

Garvey smiled his same swagger smile, the right side of his mouth curving so that one lone incisor poked out of his lips. “Feral dogs.” He bent again to kiss at the corners of Tovin’s mouth. “And just when I thought you were going to make your move at last. You are so much work.”

“Feral dogs? What are they doing?”

“Being feral dogs. Hunting. Don’t worry. They’re not hunting you, sweet treat.” A reassuring hand traced the length of Tovin’s jaw. “They probably got scent of a rabbit, a squirrel…a something.”

“How do you know? They sound close.”

Garvey’s eyes darkened. “I know,” he paused slightly to bring Tovin’s mouth level with his, “because you’ve already been caught.”

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                    Interview: 


When did you write your first story and what was the inspiration for it?

I wrote my first story while in high school. Inspired by teenage angst and revenge, the story was kind of a tragic mess. On the bright side, my teacher really liked it and encouraged me to apply to a writing camp.

Do you have a writing schedule or do you just write when you can find the time?

I try to stick to a hard schedule. Otherwise, I’m very prone to distraction. Games are a particular vice of mine. Many settlers died in Banished as I wrote this book. Sorry for the untreated pox outbreaks, settlers!

Briefly describe the writing process. Do you create an outline first? Do you seek out inspirational pictures, videos or music? Do you just let the words flow and then go back and try and make some sense out it?

I try to create outlines because I feel like I *should* be organized. Do I follow the outline? No. Why do I bother with it at all? I don’t know. I do enjoy my process. The uncertainty can be fun. Right now I know the last lines of the Immutable Moon series (hope I get there!), but I have no idea what comes between. Very much looking forward to figuring it out. Allowing myself a crappy first draft is key to my process. I tell myself it can be terrible, terrible, terrible. This way I get stuff done and get a better idea of the story I want to tell. Revisions follow.

Where did the desire to write LGBTQIA+ stories come from?

I have a lot of friends in the community, and I’ve often struggled with my own sexuality. I don’t know if I’m asexual or traumatized. Either way, I have significant problems with physical intimacy. 

How much research do you do when writing a story and what are the best sources you’ve found for giving an authentic voice to your characters?

I usually research environmental things when I’m trying to create a setting. For the Immutable Moon series, I researched a lot of myths and legends. A lot of my character names came from this research.

What’s harder, naming your characters, creating the title for your book or the cover design process?

I’m terrible at naming things. For a bit all of my characters were Fred.  So Fred #1, #2, #3. No joke. I later went back and did a find and replace for all of them. Naming things gives me much anxiety.

How do you answer the question “Oh, you’re an author…what do you write?”

I tell them I write LGBTQIA paranormal fantasy.

Meet the Author

Jacqueline Rohrbach is a 36-year-old creative writer living in windy central Washington. When she isn’t writing strange books about bloodsucking magical werewolves, she’s baking sweets, or walking her two dogs, Nibbler and Mulder. She also loves cheesy ghost shows, especially when the hosts call out the ghost out like he wants to brawl with it in a bar. You know, “Come out here, you coward! You like to haunt little kids. Haunt me!” Jackee laughs at this EVERY time.

She’s also a hopeless World of Warcraft addict. In her heyday, she was a top parsing disc priest. She became a paladin to fight Deathwing, she went back to a priest to cuddle pandas, and then she went to a shaman because I guess she thought it would be fun to spend an entire expansion underpowered and frustrated. Boomchicken for Legion!

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Tour Schedule

2/13 – Books,Dreams,Life

2/13 – Joyfully Jay

2/14 – Stories That Make You Smile

2/14 – Boy Meets Boy Reviews

2/15 – Prism Book Alliance

2/15 – On Top Down Under Book Reviews

2/16 – Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews

2/16 – Divine Magazine

2/17 – Happily Ever Chapter

2/17 – Love Bytes

 

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