The Worst Werewolf

by Jacqueline Rohrbach


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The Immutable Moon, Book 1

According to pretty much everyone, Lavario sucks at being a werewolf. He’d rather go shopping than run around in the forest eating campers. Besides, he loves people. That’s exactly what got him exiled from the Isangelous pack and will most likely get him killed.

Now dwelling amongst the Varcolac, a wolf pack that detests humans almost as much as he loves them, Lavario lives at the mercy of his daughter Kijo, who has continually refused to challenge him despite mounting pressure.

Together, they have enough power to stop the scheming Mazgan from seizing control of the bloodservant trade and killing off humanity. But Kijo’s association with her father has eroded the good will of her packmates. They have begun to see his faults in her as well. They believe she, like her father, wants to coddle humanity rather than conquer them.

Mazgan seizes on this opportunity and plans one last embarrassment for Lavario: the abduction of his bloodservant Tovin. This will prove, once and for all, that Lavario thinks far too highly of his pets.

An explosive confrontation between Mazgan, Lavario, and Kijo looms. The outcome will decide the fate of humanity and the future of the Varcolac and Isangelous.

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Book Info

Author: Jacqueline Rohrbach

Series: The Immutable Moon

Release Date: February 13, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-945952-66-1

Format: ePub, Mobi, PDF

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Category: Literary/Genre Fiction

Genre: Paranormal

Word Count: 67600*

Pages: 150

Sex Content: Non-Explicit

Orientation: Bisexual, Gay

Identity: Cisgender

Warning: Violence and mention of death of children



The Worst Werewolf
Jacqueline Rohrbach © 2017
All Rights Reserved


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?”


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.”

1 review for The Worst Werewolf

  1. Rated 5 out of 5

    Isabelle Adler

    If you’re looking for a conventional shifter romance, this one’s definitely not for you. In fact, this is not a conventional sort of romance at all. What it is, though, is a unique and imaginative piece of speculative fiction.
    Reading this book was like watching a gritty, engrossing TV thriller series. The scenes are fast-paced, visually striking, and very cinematic. At time you want to look away, but you can’t, because you just have to know what happens to these characters. (My favorite character was definitely Garvey, btw. I loved his wry, twisted sense of humor and obscure cultural references that nobody else in his pack got.)
    There are a lot of POV characters, and the only gripe I had with this book was that sometimes it was difficult to follow their motivations and relationships to each other. I assume that all the plot lines will be tied up together and resolved as the series progresses, and I’m really looking forward to seeing how the story unfolds.
    This was a very strong, very promising beginning.

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