Werewolves and psilocybin and shamans. Oh, My.

Erin Moore is my guest today and she’s explaining just why we mere humans love werewolves so much.

To answer this, we have to start with drugs. Our pre-historical ancestors all stemmed from shamanic cultures, ones in which spirit journeys were regular occurrences under the influence of strong hallucinogens, of which psilocybin form mushrooms was only one. And shamans and their followers became creatures imbued with power, like hawks, eagles, bears, deer, or leopards in South America.

And wolves, of course.

These cultures celebrated (and still do) the ancient connectedness of all creatures. But with the advent of agriculture, when a more patriarchical society arose, the power of one individual shaman – not a warrior—became less pronounced. Instead, it was up to the group of warriors to gain more land for farming, and less reliance was placed on the shaman’s teachings. Even more so, the use of the hallucinogens began to be phased out: wars could not be conducted if everyone was taking mushrooms! (This is also when the consumption of mead started – a much easier intoxicant for a group.)

But something was lost when most of Western Europe took up an agricultural way of life. Gone were the days of the cave paintings of Lascauz with men with the heads of deer– no more ritual magic was practiced, no more shape-shifting.  The memory, though, remained. And in Western Europe, this became the werewolf.

As the Catholic Church gained more power, these werewolves turned into something that we all know well from the witch hunts: people who had made a pact with the devil. Magic, in all of its faces, was not to be allowed, and the werewolf became something to be feared and reviled instead of respected.

So what changed in the last couple of hundred years? What led us to where we are today – with bookshelves lined with sexy werewolves and other shifters?  As with everything, what was once taboo becomes titillating. Carl Jung would tell us that we are exploring our own shadow nature when we are drawn to these beasts, that their existences in the limens between death and life is what makes them so attractive to us. We fear our own shadow natures, the things that make us beastly, but yet we recognize ourselves in them, too.

But that cannot be everything, right? There is also something of redemption in the story of a beast who becomes man (or vice versa). In my opinion, we all want to be the one for whom the beast recognizes his humanity. We all wish to be the one for whom the beast can become man again.

And, of course, they are just so damn sexy.


When woman meets werewolf, the sex can drive them wild…

Morgane has problems with men. Being a werewolf, and wary of humans, it’s inevitable. But when she meets the intense and enigmatic Aelric, she falls hard. She’s never experienced feelings like this before: desperate for his touch, crazy for the feeling of his skin on hers, and ready to surrender to him heart and soul.

Aelric has never had a problem with women; he’s a master of seduction. So when his alpha orders him to seduce Morgane for information about her clan, he accepts. He’s entranced by her supple curves and soft lips, but for once, he wants more than just her body. He wants her for his mate. But he can’t reveal his true identity, or his intentions. For he’s part of a rival clan of werewolves intent on the domination of Morgane’s pack. And dark forces are gathering that might destroy their fiery relationship…


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Erin has been writing her entire life, but only recently found her voice in the paranormal romance world. With two monsters and one unruly husband at home, she has to squeeze in time to write. She’s an avowed chocoholic, loves travel and good tea, and finds her inner peace by meditating and writing.

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The two of them were not done with her yet — Werewolves in the Kitchen by Shauna Aura Knight

I love the title of Shauna’s book. How can you not want to read something called Werewolves in the Kitchen?

When Ellie moved to the SpiralStone retreat center to figure out her life, she expected peace, quiet, and spiritual practice. She had no idea that the two sexy men running the kitchen would seduce her…much less at the same time. Kyle and Jake turn out to be wilder than they seem and Ellie finds herself wrapped up in devastating magic. She must choose: stay with Jake and Kyle and risk who she has been, accepting the dangerous world of shapeshifters? Or leave them and risk madness, or worse?


Jake turned the shower on while Kyle kissed her senseless. Ellie threaded her fingers into Kyle’s short blond curls, and suddenly Jake was behind her, untying her shorts. Kyle drew her top up, and she could feel Jake’s bare chest against her back.

She was just in her bra and panties when Kyle released her to pop the button on his jeans. Then he kissed her again, nipping his way down her body.

Jake made an appreciative noise from behind her, and she turned her head. He kissed her, grinding his hips against her buttocks. Distracted by Jake kissing her, she gasped when Kyle brushed his fingers over her mound, rubbing her through her panties. He nipped at her hip, and she felt him dragging her underwear down. She tugged him up and kissed him.

“Shower first,” she murmured.

Kyle grinned, placing her hands on the waistband of his jeans to tug them off. Her jaw dropped just a little as his length sprung out. “Oh my,” she whispered.

He drew her to him and into the steaming shower, kissing her. Jake closed the glass shower door behind him; it was just big enough for three. She took them both in before they drew closer.

Jake tipped her head back into the water to wet it before he began lathering up her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp as she blissed out.

Kyle grabbed a washcloth and washed her from shoulders to feet until she shivered. Ellie blushed and protested when his fingers slipped between her folds until she moaned. Jake claimed her lips as Kyle began to circle her pearl where she was slick with arousal. “So wet, baby.”

Jake slid his hands over her body, down to her buttocks, lathering up her back with body wash as Kyle drove two fingers into her pussy.

She cried out into Jake’s mouth at the sensation. She’d never been kissed like this before—the hot water falling on them, Jake’s tongue lapping at her lips even as Kyle was pleasuring her where she’d been swollen and hot for them for so long.

Ellie moaned, thrusting down onto Kyle’s fingers. How many times had she blushed, fantasizing about them doing this to her? She was already on the edge of orgasm from the thrill of having them both totally focused on her pleasure and so many days without release.

Kyle circling her pearl had her gasping for breath against Jake’s lips. “That’s it,” he murmured, stroking in and out.

Their touches finally drove her over the edge. Ellie cried out, bucking, and they had to hold her up as her knees gave. Jake kissed her, and then Kyle kissed her, and she threaded her fingers through both their hair while they murmured sweet things, petting her.

“Feel a little better?” Kyle asked, and she blushed.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Jake grinned.

She panted, knowing the two of them were not done with her yet.

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Shauna Aura Knight is an author, artist, event planner and speaker. Her work is inspired by the mythic stories of heroes and of the darkness we each must overcome. She’s the author of several urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and erotic romance stories including Werewolves in the Kitchen, A Winter Knight’s Vigil, and The White Dress, the Autumn Leaves. She has published and forthcoming books and articles on leadership, facilitation, and personal transformation, and travels nationally offering intensive education on those topics. Shauna is inspired by creating experiences, stories, spaces, and artwork to awaken mythic imagination.