My inspiration for Hank O'Malley - (model/performer - Mick Lovell) an Omega in Werewolf lore. But he's not just any ol' Omega. There's something very different about Hank. Something that proves to be a game changer amongst the weres - and that makes him both extremely valuable and extremely dangerous.
Author's Note: This story is meant to be an eroticallycharged lark. I wrote it as a 2014 NaNoWriMo challenge and thought I'd have some fun with the shifter/were's sub-genre in M/M romance/erotic format. It's turned out to be a little bit of fluff that I've really enjoyed playing with. So much so, that I think I'll keep churning these out from time to time. My boys of Sparrows Hollow are intriguing to me more than I initially realized. They are not like my more serious work, so let them soak in as you will (or not).
UPDATE!Amazon KDP blocked the sales of HO'M,O and I resubmitted it under the title "The Shrill of Sparrows" as a re-worked abridged edition. The story is essentially the same but the abridged edition has removed some of the darker elements from the original work. If you purchase Shrill, there is an offer in the back of that book notifying the reader that I will send them a free copy of the original work if they would like it.
Henry O'Malley, Omega — Hank to those who know him, is about to have his world turned upside down.
You see, Hank is just a nice boy on the verge of becoming a man trapped in the quietude of Sparrows Hollow, West Virginia. The year is 1956 and Hank is in his senior year at the Cavanagh Gap Regional High School. Not that he has much to look forward to that he isn't already doing. His life thus far is limited to the mundane existence of school work and the general store he runs with his mother in Sparrows. His Daddy ain't been around much since Hank was a boy, when his daddy went off to the World War in Europe and the military just sorta lost him. No body to bury, nothing to grieve over.
Having idolized his father from a early age, Hank hasn't been the same since.
Yet the scent of his father lingers around Sparrow's, like a long ago caress he recalls from his father's hand when he was a boy. His mama says that's just "the spirit of his daddy lookin' out for him."
Only Hank ain't so sure.
Then there's the boys from his high school football team. Ruffians to the core. They're the kind of boys that girls want to be with and other boys want to run with. Iconically beautiful and fearsome all in one. These boys were once Hank's childhood friends - now scattered to the far corners of the school running like a pack of wolves - given the school mascot being a wolf, the irony isn't lost on Hank. But Halloween is fast approaching, Hank's eighteenth birthday, and the bad boys have cornered Hank and ominously informed him, "It's time..."
Just as Hank is getting his bearings with these boys, this pack of bad boys, a mysterious visitor arrives in the store stirring up trouble. It seems Mama and Daddy weren't as normal as Hank thought all along. This new stranger threads his way into Hank's already upside down world and his boys ain't too happy about it. The tang of anger and testosterone fill the air in Sparrows and the makings of a pack blood feud is about to ignite. Just as Hank feels he is out of his element, he discovers that something he resigned to in his past my not be as he thought it was. He may just have gained a powerful ally to take on this new threat.
A slightly scary, over the top, story about hormonally charged werewolves, powerful witches and erotically charged boy on boy love-action. A gay take on those classic movies of the golden age of classic horror monsters. What could be sexier?
First of a erotic horror novella series, episodic in nature. A NaNoWriMo 2014 Challenge Event Story was completed on November 26, 2014.
An Unexpected Reveal -
The most interesting aspect, aside from my gay wolves, is that they all seem to have a great affinity for Steve Grand's music.
Steve's music has quickly evolved to become the muse for the project. Normally, when I write, I listen to movie scores - John Williams, Danny Elfman, Bernard Herrmann, you know, classic composer scores to keep the creative juices flowing as I write about my were's of Sparrow's Holler.
Well, on November 5th, Steve released some new music for his fans and Kickstarter supporters (of which I am a #GrandFam team member and #teamproud of it!).
So along with my listening to those classic movie scores I cycled in a Steve's new music with his previous releases and set back to writing. Well, my boys just came to life under Steve's music. They just blossomed brilliantly. It seems they like the thread of hope and love that wends its way throughout his work. I just hit a groove whenever one of his songs plays in the rotation - so Steve's sort of become a fixture while I write.
It was a delightful revelation to know my boys like Steve's music and seem to really know what they want to say to me as their world comes alive before me.
Please support this brilliant and engaging out artist. I admire his work and the courage he has to live proudly and with such compassion for his fellow LGBTQI brothers and sisters as well as our straight allies.
Mr. Grand is a brilliant composer and lyricist in his own right. His songs carry an emotive weight that speaks to us all - no matter what your journey in life has been thus far. There is an emotive truth to his work.
So thanks Steve, for being my were's and my muse for this pressure cooker writing challenge. I know you didn't ask for it. I am just thankful that you're music is giving me the drive to press forward and finish this tale in record time. If my boys were here, they'd thank you too!
General Disclaimer - As I write Fictional Literature with a decidedly queer perspective, I want to make it abundantly clear that I have used imagery of male models that I feel help me convey the vision I have in my head and in my works, but in NO WAY does it imply, construe or insinuate the nature of the male model's proclivities or personal orientation. They are intended merely as a representation as near to I can come to visually describe the men in my works. All copyrights apply to their original content owners (where applicable). I make no such claim.