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Book Title: The Offering
Author: Rosary Deville
Publisher: Self Published
Cover Artist: Zoe Perdita
Release Date: November 13, 2020
Genre/s: M/M dark erotica, taboo, mpreg, paranormal/urban romance,
shifter fantasy, werewolves
Trope/s: alphas and betas, strong/unruly protagonist
Themes: dubious/non consent. forced marriage, societal inequality,
abuse, violence, dom/sub, BDSM
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: approx. 65 000 words/ 250 pages
It is Book 1 out of 2. Book 2 will be released later in 2021.
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A beta in an oppressive werewolf society must participate in a mating ceremony where alphas hunt their future mates.
Blurb
As a beta in Wereduin society, Fern has no choice but to be mated when he comes of age. The ideal beta wereduin was subservient to their alpha, bears young, and knows their place in society.
Fern isn't like that.
Rather than become an extension of his alpha, Fern wants to play in his band, hang out with his friends, and stay himself.
Now of age, Fern is to be placed in the Offering—an annual ceremony where alphas hunt and claim their beta mates. And whose attention does Fern attract? None other than Donovan Blackfang, a Highborne alpha who will stop at nothing but to claim Fern’s heart, body, and soul.
Excerpt
Someone grabbed the nape of my neck. Shit, no! Why hadn’t I paid more attention to my surroundings?
This alpha male was stout and gray. His jagged claws dug into my shoulder, and it ripped a cry from my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another beta. This alpha must have been cornering her before I showed up. She didn’t look back at me as she made her escape. The alpha who had me could have come from my worst nightmares. He had a large scar across his eye. His thick, weather-worn hide told me he’d been at this game for a while. He could be my papa’s age, not that age mattered for werewolves, but his face was truly menacing. The glee I found in his glowing red eyes terrified me. Veins riddled his muscular physique. One of his ears had been chewed off. He gripped my shoulder, tearing my skin. I clawed at his hands, face, biting wherever I could as he forced me onto the ground.
I felt sure I was a goner when he was knocked off of me. Growling surrounded us. It was the large, black alpha that had taken on the slaver. He snarled at the alpha who had been about to rape me. Slowly, I crawled away on my hands and knees. That was when he turned his fangs on me, growling. He didn’t want me to leave, as if he already felt some ownership of me. Something in his eyes halted me and trapped my breath in my throat. I shook my head rapidly.
No!
There was no way I would be claimed tonight. And certainly not by a male. I took off running, leaving them to their fight.
It was over shockingly quick. The dark alpha won. My alpha. It confused me when I momentarily thought of him as mine. My body wanted to submit. Arousal grew heavy in my groin, heating up my body.
Hell, no!
Instincts be damned, I was not born so I could have some male alpha’s pups.
The black alpha picked up speed.
Just then, two alpha males sprang from either side of the woods. I ducked low, and they collided into each other. I dodged around them. The left one snatched me back before the alpha on the right knocked him to the ground.
Both alphas were beautiful—if I allowed myself to think something like that about the same sex. One was a scarlet red, while the other a golden bronze. Hopefully, the two would also stop the black alpha who still followed me, and I could make a getaway.
Both tried, not wanting to let a challenger slip by.
I dragged out a relieved sigh. Part of me was disappointed, and that part scared me. The rest of me was thankful. I didn’t want any of them to win—especially the strong dark alpha.
It was apparent by their beauty that all three alphas fighting over me were from the upper-class. But my eye was drawn to the dark one—jet black with those piercing neon-blue eyes and riddled, muscular physique. Of the three, he was the most handsome. Shaking my head and trying to remove those unwanted thoughts about the beautiful alphas fighting for me, I left them to battle.
When I heard them following me, I stole a glance over my shoulder. My heart stopped. Both the scarlet and golden-bronze alphas chased behind me. The dark werewolf must have been beaten. My heart sank. I wanted to slap myself. Why did I feel so let down?
I ran blindly through the forest and over the rocks until I backed myself against a cliff. Both werewolves approached me, snarling. I retreated as far as I could go before I drew my fangs. There was no way I was going down without a fight.
Perhaps they formed an alliance because they no longer fought each other. Instead, they homed in on me. Was I about to be claimed by two males?
How would they take me? I only had one opening. Would they both try to fit? My body trembled, but my beta brain started to submit. It craved having the alphas’ cocks inside me.
Backing away, I shook my head and crouched low. They sprang at me, but before they could touch me, a black shadow leaped from the cliff over my head. He landed in front of me.
There he is again!
The black alpha.
Gratitude overwhelmed me, and I could do nothing but stare at him. I wanted this alpha. I ached inside. Precum dripped from my hard cock. I wanted him inside of me.
Violently, I shook my head. No. I did not want to be claimed by anyone tonight. I found a small opening created by their fighting and snuck out. The black alpha growled at me, and I couldn’t stop my shiver. He wanted me to wait for him. He wanted me to let him claim me. Already, it felt like he had his claws around my heart.
As a beta in Wereduin society, Fern has no choice but to be mated when he comes of age. The ideal beta wereduin was subservient to their alpha, bears young, and knows their place in society.
Fern isn't like that.
Rather than become an extension of his alpha, Fern wants to play in his band, hang out with his friends, and stay himself.
Now of age, Fern is to be placed in the Offering—an annual ceremony where alphas hunt and claim their beta mates. And whose attention does Fern attract? None other than Donovan Blackfang, a Highborne alpha who will stop at nothing but to claim Fern’s heart, body, and soul.
Excerpt
Someone grabbed the nape of my neck. Shit, no! Why hadn’t I paid more attention to my surroundings?
This alpha male was stout and gray. His jagged claws dug into my shoulder, and it ripped a cry from my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another beta. This alpha must have been cornering her before I showed up. She didn’t look back at me as she made her escape. The alpha who had me could have come from my worst nightmares. He had a large scar across his eye. His thick, weather-worn hide told me he’d been at this game for a while. He could be my papa’s age, not that age mattered for werewolves, but his face was truly menacing. The glee I found in his glowing red eyes terrified me. Veins riddled his muscular physique. One of his ears had been chewed off. He gripped my shoulder, tearing my skin. I clawed at his hands, face, biting wherever I could as he forced me onto the ground.
I felt sure I was a goner when he was knocked off of me. Growling surrounded us. It was the large, black alpha that had taken on the slaver. He snarled at the alpha who had been about to rape me. Slowly, I crawled away on my hands and knees. That was when he turned his fangs on me, growling. He didn’t want me to leave, as if he already felt some ownership of me. Something in his eyes halted me and trapped my breath in my throat. I shook my head rapidly.
No!
There was no way I would be claimed tonight. And certainly not by a male. I took off running, leaving them to their fight.
It was over shockingly quick. The dark alpha won. My alpha. It confused me when I momentarily thought of him as mine. My body wanted to submit. Arousal grew heavy in my groin, heating up my body.
Hell, no!
Instincts be damned, I was not born so I could have some male alpha’s pups.
The black alpha picked up speed.
Just then, two alpha males sprang from either side of the woods. I ducked low, and they collided into each other. I dodged around them. The left one snatched me back before the alpha on the right knocked him to the ground.
Both alphas were beautiful—if I allowed myself to think something like that about the same sex. One was a scarlet red, while the other a golden bronze. Hopefully, the two would also stop the black alpha who still followed me, and I could make a getaway.
Both tried, not wanting to let a challenger slip by.
I dragged out a relieved sigh. Part of me was disappointed, and that part scared me. The rest of me was thankful. I didn’t want any of them to win—especially the strong dark alpha.
It was apparent by their beauty that all three alphas fighting over me were from the upper-class. But my eye was drawn to the dark one—jet black with those piercing neon-blue eyes and riddled, muscular physique. Of the three, he was the most handsome. Shaking my head and trying to remove those unwanted thoughts about the beautiful alphas fighting for me, I left them to battle.
When I heard them following me, I stole a glance over my shoulder. My heart stopped. Both the scarlet and golden-bronze alphas chased behind me. The dark werewolf must have been beaten. My heart sank. I wanted to slap myself. Why did I feel so let down?
I ran blindly through the forest and over the rocks until I backed myself against a cliff. Both werewolves approached me, snarling. I retreated as far as I could go before I drew my fangs. There was no way I was going down without a fight.
Perhaps they formed an alliance because they no longer fought each other. Instead, they homed in on me. Was I about to be claimed by two males?
How would they take me? I only had one opening. Would they both try to fit? My body trembled, but my beta brain started to submit. It craved having the alphas’ cocks inside me.
Backing away, I shook my head and crouched low. They sprang at me, but before they could touch me, a black shadow leaped from the cliff over my head. He landed in front of me.
There he is again!
The black alpha.
Gratitude overwhelmed me, and I could do nothing but stare at him. I wanted this alpha. I ached inside. Precum dripped from my hard cock. I wanted him inside of me.
Violently, I shook my head. No. I did not want to be claimed by anyone tonight. I found a small opening created by their fighting and snuck out. The black alpha growled at me, and I couldn’t stop my shiver. He wanted me to wait for him. He wanted me to let him claim me. Already, it felt like he had his claws around my heart.
INTERVIEW
Tell us a little about yourself.
I’m a relatively new erotica author. While most of my stories will be M/M, I plan on writing other with various sexual pairings. While not the focus, The Offering has depictions of F/F, M/F, and M/FM. For me, it’s about the sex not necessarily who’s behind it—that’s the icing on the cake!
What would people be most surprised to know about you?
I’m a stout advocate for equality despite that a lot of my stories will be heavily dom/sub focused.
Do you have a favorite quote (either from your own books or one’s you’ve read)?
“A good story doesn’t have to be a perfect story.” And the exact opposite one…
“Why release a good story today when you could release a better one tomorrow?” Both are quotes that I use for motivation, and to the best of my knowledge I came up with them (although I could be wrong and just forgot where I heard them).
Did you always want to be a writer?
Yes. It’s funny because every single one of those tests used to determine your future profession always resulted in me being a writer—some exact wording. It took me a while to make the plunge, and now having done so, I don’t ever want to return to the corporate world.
What’s your favorite part of writing?
The best part, and the most enjoyable is when I feel like I’m a part of the story. Like it’s unfolding right in front of me. I can equate it to reading, where I picture the events happening in my head. It’s so cool!
Do you write any other genre?
I want to focus primarily on erotica. But I’m drawn to genre fusions. For instance, I would love to write a horror erotica story. As it is, I have a few psychedelic erotica stories in the works. So I would love to play around with fusions, and see what interesting books can come out of it.
Give the readers a brief summary of your latest book or WIP. What genre does it fall in?
I’ve been cowriting a story with Melissa E Costa. It’s a contemporary erotic story about a couple, Jake and Ollie, who met at a sex club. For weeks they never spoke a word to each other, just had raw sex in the sleezy back room of the club. Then Ollie stopped coming to the club, and Jake—who had been falling for him—had no idea why. A few weeks later they meet again, but in a social setting at a mutual friend’s party. Now they want to have a relationship, but it’s made complicated by their sexual differences. While they met at a sex club, Ollie, the sub, wants to live out a dom/sub relationship twenty-four seven, while Jake does not. Ollie’s particular kink is being forced to do things he doesn’t want to do, a reason why he stayed with an abusive ex-lover, who now has come back into the picture to add some waves to their already rocky relationship. These characters came to life in a short story Melissa wrote called A Gift for Beverly which is part of the Bets with Benefits anthology.
Give us a little insight into your main characters. Who are they?
Our main character is Fern Brightwood. He’s a young wereduin (the name of the werewolf race in this universe) who has come of age. But unlike most in his society, he doesn’t want to simply become someone’s beta. He is his own person. He has a spunky personality, loves to play in a band with his three school friends—all of which are from different races, and sports an emo-punk look, flattening his curly dyed black hair, wearing piercings and even eyeliner. All of which make him feel like himself.
Our second character is Donovan Blackfang. He is the exact opposite. Whereas Fern challenges his society and wants to improve it, Don has embraced it. Because of this, unlike Fern, he has learned how to survive in their society. Something that contributes to their different viewpoints is that Don, unlike Fern is an alpha. Wereduin society has no room for weak alphas. Don became what he is today as a result, and it is the only reason why he has lived this long. It also turned him into a brilliant fighter, whereas Fern doesn’t like violence, although Fern isn’t one to back down from a fight.
Will we be seeing these characters again? Is this book part of a series?
Yes. The Offering is book one in a two-book series. So these characters will be back. Additionally, there will be spin off novels where they will return, even if not as the main characters.
What genre/s do you enjoy reading in your free time?
I love MM, of course! But specific genres…I tend to gravitate towards paranormal/fantasy. It’s the fantastical element in stories that intrigues me.
Have you held any interesting jobs while you worked on your books?
I worked as a software developer for a long time. I ended up taking a development methodology called SCRUM and using it when creating a book. The process involves dividing the story up into smaller and smaller tasks. Then you rate the tasks in difficulty. Next, you put the simplest ones first and work your way down. The goal is to always have a working project. While it’s not a direct correlation to how it’s used in software development, I have found this approach to be extremely helpful.
How do you relax?
Major alone time! Chilling out and binging shows. Reading. Playing indie games. Lots of times, though, I will go and write for myself—fan fiction is amazing for this!
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About the Author
Rosary is an author of erotica ranging from sweet and fluffy, to dark and taboo. She aims to foster a sex-positive experience for readers to indulge their fantasies in a fun and safe space. Sometimes she uses her writing to journey into the often hidden and taboo depths of human sexuality, and hopes readers will take away from her stories, not an acceptance of violence and sexual abuse, but rather a way to embrace their inner desires often shamed by society.
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My review
OH-MY-EFFING-GOD!
I never thought this book will be THIS AMAZING. OMG. I'm in love! One of my favorite this year, it was everything.
The world building is so awesome! The alpha/beta part was really interesting, every other shifter book is alpha/omega pairing but not in this one. The betas are who's getting pregnant, and ahh the whole mating scheme is SO GOOD!
Wolves, vampires, zombies... all the awesome things. Loved everyone in this world.
The book was from Fern's POV and I loved it. It held my interest from the very start, I really couldn't put it down. Don was a real alpha, and it was so great to see him from Fern's view. All the action and love, and romance and erotica and ahhhh, so, so good.
Don is a strong alpha and I just loved those scenes when he got in full protection mode and did everything to protect his beta, his love, his Fern♥
As I said, the world building was the best in this story, it is so well written and so many things are there. It's a really unique story, not your everyday shifter romance at all. I love finding new authors and when it turns out this awesome I just love it more!
Oh, I can't recommend it enough. Everyone needs to read this book. The best ever!
I was so, so sad when it ended at 90%, I just wanted to read more. I need more Fern and Don in my life and I miss the others too. This series has so many potential and I can't wait to read more from it.
HIHGLY, HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT.
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