Guest Post by AF Henley: Wolf, en Garde ~ Blog Tour and Giveaway

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In my limited experience with during blog tours, one thing stands out more than the rest: it gets harder and harder to think of something even mildly amusing or semi-entertaining to put at the beginning of them. My life, no word of a lie, is just not that interesting and I shudder to think of that moment when someone ends up leaving the comment, “you’ve said that before.” Or, as my mind will hear it, “Yes, yes; you’ve already told us that story five hundred times.”

So while I may have mentioned this already in my Road Trip blog tour (honestly, I can’t remember if I did), it is applicable so I will use it and I ask you to pretend you haven’t read it if you have…

I haven’t done a lot of travelling, but of the few places that I’ve driven through there were two that gave me the creeps: Baltimore, Maryland and Washington, D.C. I like to tell people that I’m sensitive to certain things (mostly I just watch too many movies), and I can say without doubt that those two cities pinged all kinds of “stay the f*ck away” bells. With Baltimore I guess I can understand. They’ve got one of the highest ranking violent crime rates in the country, and I have to imagine that if there is a cloud of presence that amasses above certain places, it must be a particularly nasty one over that stretch of land. As for Washington, though, I don’t quite get my oogie-boogieness over that one. It’s a beautiful city, with a lot of history, character, and monuments. Regardless, I always get all kinds of creepy-crawlies from the city and I avoid it completely whenever I can.

So, it made sense for me to make it the setting for Wolf, en Garde, and not just because that’s where Randy’s family lived. In my next post I’ll tell you about one of the creepier locations in the novel, but for this teaser I wanted to show you Washington as Lyle experiences it, alongside one of the locals.

Just a reminder, be sure to read through to the end of the post to find out how you could win your very own signed, print copy of Wolf en Garde, a sterling silver (nickel and lead-free) Howling Wolf Bangle, and a $20 gift certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market!

Tiny Teaser: Introducing – Washington, D.C.

They ran until Lyle’s legs were exhausted and trembling—down alleys and up staircases, over rooftops and across yards. They watched the fog crawl over the city and sat in silence as wanderers made cautious quick steps along sidewalks and walkways. Lyle was introduced to views that transported him back to time before industry and then in the next instant, at a turn of a corner or a shift in direction, had him staring in awe at just how far man had come and all that could be done with tools and equipment and engineering. It was a remarkable city; that Lyle had already known from his earlier trip out with the family. To see it at night, though—while streetlights cast halos through the fog, and headlights bore all but useless slivers of luminance into the darkness—was magical. Ethereal, even.

For a time, real life ceased to exist and Lyle became part of the fairytale. They were the villains of the brother Grimms’ pens, the dark shadows that children whispered breathlessly about, and no one was huffing for Lyle to stay away or hulk back, or admonishing him for his vile existence. With Arius, he belonged on the streets. They were the masters of the dark and the princes of nightmares, complete with Arius’s windblown hair, his own ruffled fur, and their shared grins over the tension in the shoulders and mumbles of the few that unknowingly passed them by. For though he and Arius weren’t seen, they were felt—Lyle could sense it in everything from scent to expression.

They ended their journey by the small plaza where they’d met, but it wasn’t the surface of the park that Arius led Lyle to. Instead, they began to descend into the underpass that had caught Lyle’s attention that first night he’d been out. The light inside the underpass was a sickly, jaundiced yellow. The smell of gasoline and diesel emanated from the open mouth of the entrance and lingered on all the surfaces—roadway, walkway, walls and ceiling. Rainbow remnants of oil slithered and pooled between the white lines of the asphalt. Though the city kept the structure sound and (Lyle had to assume) safe, there was an atmosphere to the underpass that made Lyle’s skin shiver under his fur. Without realizing he was doing it, Lyle tucked his head and pricked his ears up and forward.

Wolf, en Garde Excerpt
© AF Henley, 2016


Wolf, en Garde

Three years ago Lyle made a mistake that cost him his freedom, and almost his life. Now, sick to death of watching his father love the man that Lyle wanted, Lyle accepts an offer to leave Wolf, WY behind and see what life in Washington, D.C. can do for him instead.

When Lyle comes across a seductive, attractive stranger with a fascinating yet terrifying view of humanity, he’s more than intrigued. It doesn’t take Lyle long to realize that Arius isn’t just playing games, though, and when Lyle runs across a secret in Arius’ lair he has no choice but to flee, even knowing his actions will enrage Arius.

On the run, with only a psychic’s second sight and his own instinct to help him, Lyle has nowhere to go but home. The only question is, will they have him when he shows up.

Genre: Gay, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Notes: Wolf, WY contains some explicit and violent content
Book 2 in the Wolf series


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The Giveaway

Wolf en Garde Giveaway

On behalf of the tour, please join the giveaway by taking part in the Rafflecopter below. The prize consists of a sterling silver (nickel and lead-free) Howling Wolf charm bangle, a $20 Gift Certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market (free books!), and a signed, print copy of Wolf, WY.

For all the terms and conditions, please check out the t’s and c’s posted on the Rafflecopter.

** Please note that this giveaway is being offered tour-wide and there will be one winner awarded for the entire event.


A great big thank you, as always, to Cinderella Stories for having me back as a guest. It’s an honour and a pleasure to be here, and I can’t thank you enough for all that you do, as I wouldn’t be able to do what I do without you. 🙂

And another huge thank you to you, my friends, for reading and joining me. Best of luck with the giveaway and I hope you enjoyed the post!

Until next time,

AF Henley ❤

About the Author

AF Henley_Avatar croppedHenley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.

A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.

Henley has been proudly publishing with Less Than Three Press since 2012.

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26 thoughts on “Guest Post by AF Henley: Wolf, en Garde ~ Blog Tour and Giveaway

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  2. Well, I don’t remember you ever mentioning that. And I think you have a much more interesting life than I do but that doesn’t stop me from blathering about it. xD

    Never felt at ease in most places. i could get comfortable, but there was always something nagging at me everywhere I went. The first time that stopped was when we went to live in the country. I was so comfortable there I would have stayed there forever if I could. Then I left….now I don’t feel like I could go back. What was once comfortable is now confining and unwelcoming.

    And the closest I’ve ever gotten to Lyle’s expression of freedom in the night was running through the park late in winter on our way to a movie at the youth center. Sadly that only lasted three seconds then my mind decided running in he dark was a perfect time to imagine monsters coming after me. xD

    This is quite interesting. Looking forward to meeting this Arius.

    • Hi, Jack! Thank you so much for passing by! 🙂 I’m pretty sure you and Freedom both lead much more interesting lives than I do. 🙂 And I agree, I think Arius is something else, based on his appearance in book 1. 😀

      • Oh I think all of our lives are far more interesting than we give them credit for. Probably wouldn’t make for a great novel but they are still more than we make them out to be. I mean, our lives are our lives. We’ve lived them, we know how we feel about the various things that happened. But, since they happened to us we’re used to them. They seem mundane and ordinary from our perspectives.

        Sure we can distill them to others by saying “Oh I’m just this” or “this was pretty boring average way thing that happened when I was younger.” But that’s just us putting a spin on our own stories.

        When I was little I lost sight of Mom on a field trip and was frightened something had happened to her, then frightened I was lost. Pretty normal stuff, especially if you’ve ever been lost in a Walmart at the age of six. Throw in the fact that it happened at a cathedral in Italy and suddenly people are paying attention. At six, that’s all boring. It smelled, was way too yellow (lots of gold), and way too crowded. That’s all I thought of it at the time.

        In the Wolf, W.Y. series, shifters are what brought some of us in. The rest Henley brought in by himself. 😀 But it’s not the supernatural that made us stay. The characters and situations that are so ordinary, mundane, and laughably boring by normal standards captures us in unexpected ways.

        I think if you wrote down your life as more than just a list of facts but really recounted the tales. You’d find a lot more interested readers than you think. 😉

        Absolute best jholitonjua. 😀

    • The characters and situations that are so ordinary, mundane, and laughably boring by normal standards captures us in unexpected ways. –> Hah! I agree! ❤ ❤ ❤ Very well said! 🙂

      I think if you wrote down your life as more than just a list of facts but really recounted the tales. You’d find a lot more interested readers than you think. –> Thank you! This is really encouraging. ❤ I'm writing my memoir, but whenever I reread it I find most parts boring. Lol.

    • Thanks, Frosty. I’m sure Arius would look forward to meeting you as well… while you’re running through the park… in winter… in the dark.

      I love hearing you share about your life. It’s always done in a hilarious way. 😀

      Good luck with the giveaway, my friend. ❤

  3. It’s not everyday Henley’s post draws a complete blank on what to write in my mind. That usually only happens when it triggers something I much rather don’t remember but do anyway. *chuckles* Go figure. Don’t worry, no harm done.

    So what did this trigger? College life. I spent 7 years living one street away from Third Ward and one street away from Fifth Ward at the same time. Just in case you don’t understand what that means, “ward” is another slang name for the ghettos. University of Houston was smack dab next to a not very nice neighborhood(s) at that point in time. Gun battles at various corners, streets, and resident areas a street or so over has the cops and sirens going pretty often. Been a few times for other not so nice things to happen not two halls down from me in a supposedly gated community had me arming myself for the 7 years with various everyday things (and then later Bitworks giving me a care package with more formidable self-protection items).

    I haven’t a clue if things have improved in the last 10 or so years, but I’m not in any particular hurry to go find out. In fact, just the other day, I actually got a call from that university wanting to regale me with how much new and improved that university is. If they think I’m going to go back for any further advanced studies, they’ll better be paying me to do so, and even then I would be hard pressed. I’ve got so many other better universities around me, why go back there? XD

    Lyle in this story seem to be the same age as me going off to college then. Be safe, Lyle. Be smart. Don’t get stupid. Pretend like your parents are half way across the world. Mine were.

    Thank you for the excerpt! ❤

    • Why is the first thought that comes to mind after reading your last paragraph: Lyle? Safe? Smart? XD

      Thanks for the comment (and the reminder!). And best of luck with the giveaway! ❤

    • I had no sense of danger at all when I was a kid. I could walk alone in the dark without fear in our hometown not that I do that on regular basis and then the guy I look up to as a father got knifed in the stomach while he was out in the veranda for fresh air. That was such an eye opener.

      Anyway… University of Houston… that shocked me. I have a college buddy who migrated to US and she studied there. I bet you studied there long after she did. This was around 1998, she never mentioned anything to me. (And then she came back there for her master’s degree lololol) 😀

      Lyle going off to college, that’s making me want to read again ASAP. I was going to read the Wolf, en Garde three days ago, and then I received the news about Eugene. Ugh. 😦

      • I don’t think Lyle’s going to college. I think he’s just moving to Washington D.C. to get away from Dad and Randy. But the shock would just be as severe, I would think, from Wolf, WY to Washington D.C. XD

        I entered University of Houston (“UH” for short, and yes, the joke is pretty merciless…) in 2001, just in time to catch Tropical Storm Allison that summer (2001) and then a hurricane that plowed into New Orleans (2005/2006?). Got my degrees and left. Never looked back and thought to myself “Yeah, I’ll go back there one day.” No. Just no. Hehe.

      • Ohh, I misunderstood. Lol.

        Sorry, I’m not in on the joke. Oh, is that hurricane the one that made the people evacuate to the next town or something? I remember my friend telling me about it.

  4. I enjoyed the post it was a really fascinating teaser I’m so looking forward to reading the book.

  5. Thanks for another interesting post. Cities really can transform at night. One place I have never felt comfortable is El Paso. I’ve traveled through it a few times and stayed the night once. And even though the hotel and restaurant were quite nice, I felt on edge.

    • Ah, I’ve never been there! But the Hollywood-provided mental image I have of the city makes me think I might agree with you. The culture and the food would be almost worth it, though. 😀

      Thanks so much for stopping in, Jen, and good luck with the giveaway! ❤

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  7. I’ve not been to those places at night but my sister lives in one of those regions and she has no trouble driving at night. It’s discomforting to me since there are deer and stuff out there roaming at night and so easy to hit them too. I remember there was a time where i had to travel into part of the suburbs in my state that didn’t have much light. On the way back all these deer were just grazing along the side of the road. All we (my sister and I) saw were yellow reflecting off the beam of the head light. It was the eeries/scariest thing i ever encountered at that point.

    • Yes, I absolutely agree with you. One isn’t so bad when you drive past a whole string of them they start to look like something out of Children of the Corn!

      Thank you for sharing. As always it’s a pleasure to read. Best of luck with the giveaway H.B. ❤

    • Lololol. My nephew mentioned Children of the Corn once. Googled it because of your reply. Those are some pretty disturbing images I’ll never be able to unsee. 😀

      There was a time here in the Philippines when even indoors people feared for their lives. They didn’t have to go out and roam the streets at night, the police and the military knocked on people’s doors if they knew they were still awake. They also knock on doors in the middle of the night to do raid – take the people suspected of rebellion and/or to do this thing called “cleansing.” Men were dragged in the middle of the streets in their underwear, those with tattoos summarily executed. Some men and women forcibly taken from their homes were never seen or heard from again. Some materialized with gunshot and stab wounds, brains missing, heads bashed in.

      Incidentally, Freedom, the uncle I told you about? The one who hanged my cousin upside down-his very own kid-was a soldier in this time and hanging was one of the military’s famous torture methods.

      True to life horror stories. This is perhaps why, even as a kid, I do not fear the dark and those I cannot see. I don’t have much of an imagination to imagine a monster or a ghost in the first place. But those I can see, the hidden monster in each and every one of us capable of doing the unthinkable, those are the ones I fear.

      • Wow. I don’t even know what to say about that except, maybe, that you have led one very interesting life! And yes, there is a monster in all of us. I’m just grateful that most of us can keep it in chains.

        Here’s to better days and brighter futures. ❤

      • Ah, we never really personally experienced that in our province – the military knocking in our homes in the middle of the night – but some parts of the country did especially in the Metro. Except that we did have our very own martial law soldier right inside our house so I don’t know what’s worse – waiting for something that might or might not come or living with an uncle who could go off any minute. Said uncle had gone AWOL from the service when he married my aunt (my mom’s younger sister).

        The martial law lasted nine years and I wasn’t born yet when it started (I was two when it ended but the president would remain in power for five more years, a position he held for twenty one long years). I’ve only ever read about the horror stories but I remember we had to be inside our homes at 8PM and we can’t play, or hear over the radio, or sing particular songs. 😦

        Yes, here’s to better days and a brighter future! Cheers! ❤

        P.S. If you’re interested in reading martial law stories here in PH, you can find it in twitter by searching for #RPNonFiction.

        PPS Apparently I spoke too soon. My province did suffer as well. Our town, Laoang, was mentioned at 16:59.

  8. It’s so funny to read this post and teaser after the other one that talks about the creepy underground Dupont Circle (and yes, if they could do something with it for fun & creepiness that’d be cool). Regardless of how you feel about the city, you write about it beautifully. I can’t think of any city that gave me the creeps, but maybe I just haven’t been there yet!

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