Life as we knew it pretty much ended with the lightning fast spread of the plague. The media called it Werewolf Syndrome. Women got sick, many died. They were the lucky ones. Men got sick, too, but those who didn't die... changed. A few immune men, like myself, joined the bands of refugees, scrounging for survival in the post-apocalyptic devastation.
I lived in a fortified compound with a couple dozen women, a bunch of kids and two asshole straight guys. Sounds like a man's wet dream -- unless you happen to be the last gay man standing. At the time, risking my life scavenging in the city sounded like a fucking vacation.
I went out hunting supplies and found something else. Not a quick death, or even a slow, painful one at the hands of the beasts -- no such luck. Instead I find myself captive to the largest, most well organized gang of beast men ever. Their leader, Mace, wants more than just a generator -- he wants my body. Oddly, a certain part of me likes that idea. The other part –- the part with working survival instincts -- insists I get the hell out of Dodge before my smart mouth gets the shit kicked out of me. Again. Tradeoffs...
Praise for Apocalypse
"It's dark and dreadful, dripping with conflict, yet has all the things that will make your heart flutter and your pulse race while you ride the edge of your seat...hot man love."
-- Raine, Joyfully Reviewed
"Brannan Black weaves a great tale with fantastic characters full of emotion and depth. I was pulled in right from the start and couldn't put it down. Wolfman Apocalypse grabs your attention from the first page and keeps you on your toes all the way to the end making this a book that should not be missed."
-- Mistletoe, Whipped Cream Reviews
"...I thoroughly enjoyed this work. Brannan Black has created an intriguing world and rich characters that I wouldn't mind seeing more of."
-- Patchcat, You Gotta Read Reviews