The Boys Consider Another Worthy Werewolf-Fiction Competitor / Plus, Tomorrow's Hipster Pick!

Richard recently discovered that his Harry Lupus series was competing against a best-selling female werewolf-DJ series about a young wolf-woman named Kitty Norville. Today he learns that another werewolf-centered series is gaining in popularity: Patricia Briggs' Bone Crossed checks in at #5 on the NYTimes bestseller list. Here's the wikipedia description of this series, which centers around Mercy Thompson, "a Native American shapeshifter who was raised by Werewolves::

"The series is set in the Tri-Cities area of Washington state in an alternate world in which Werewolves and certain types of the fae have been forced to reveal themselves to the public. The series follows Mercy, a VW mechanic by trade, as she learns her true nature and is caught up in the affairs of the local werewolf pack, led by Adam, the Alpha who lives next door, and the local vampire seethe, a member of which she has befriended."

And here's a sensual excerpt from Bone Crossed:

"He had it wrapped around me before I could blink . . . and then I was pressed tightly against him my bare breasts resting against his chest. He’d tipped his head to the side so my face was pressed against his jaw and cheek...I knew he was aroused -- even a regular person without a coyote nose would have known it."

This week's Harry Lupus guest-writer is going to have a tough time competing with that last sentence, but we at the LC think that Cl.thier is up to the task. Will be bring the "raw and passionate wolf-sex" that our readers love so well? Tune in Wednesday to find out.

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A Colombia band called The Foundry Field Recordings hits the stage at the Replay tomorrow night, and the LJ-World describes the lead singer as follows:

"Surprisingly, Schuh had never picked up a guitar or sang before college, and his musing on the Cold War, lost love, robots, and isolation were reserved only for his private notebooks."

Chip: "I think it's safe to say that we all have our own private notebooks, tucked neatly under our pillows, in which we muse about the Cold War and lost love and robots and isolation and draw sketches of our favorite Quinton's waitresses. but that doesn't mean that each and every one of us needs a band."