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When brutal killings leave victims partially eaten in the northern California coastal town of Big Rock, Sheriff Arlin Hurley scoffs at the talk of werewolves...until a tuft of wolf's fur is found on a ...

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Overview

When Emily Crane's car breaks down on a dark, lonely road at night, she is attacked and raped by a man she kills in self defense. That night, the dead rapist walks out of the morgue. Later, Emily begins to experience strange cravings and her body undergoes terrifying changes.

When brutal killings leave victims partially eaten in the northern California coastal town of Big Rock, Sheriff Arlin Hurley scoffs at the talk of werewolves...until a tuft of wolf's fur is found on a victim. It soon becomes clear that whatever is responsible for the killings, it's not alone. There are more than one. And they are doing something much worse than killing and eating people.

Nearly 25 years ago, Ray Garton reinvented the vampire mythos with his erotic novel Live Girls. Now he has updated the curse of the werewolf in Ravenous.

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A serial rapist is on the loose in the sleepy California town of Big Rock, and sheriff Farrell Hurley's secretary is the latest victim. When a self-proclaimed werewolf hunter named Daniel Fargo comes into town claiming that Big Rock has an infestation of the creatures, Hurley thinks the man is insane, until the eviscerated corpses and attacks by large animals start in earnest. For Garton, lycanthropy is an STD, spread mostly through rape, that runs rampant through a small town fraught with affairs and intrigues. His werewolf is a terrifying creature: not a remorseful, helpless cursed human but a homicidal beast driven by a dual urge to breed and feed. Hurley is a sheriff to root for, and Garton's well-paced horror novel reworks the werewolf myth to great effect. (Apr.)

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  • ISBN-13: 9780843958201
  • Publisher: Leisure Books
  • Publication date: 3/11/2008
  • Pages: 368
  • Product dimensions: 4.00 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Ray Garton, a HUGE name in horror in the 1980s, has returned, to the delight of fans both old and new. His recent novels were published by Pinnacle, Avon, Pocket Books, and Bantam. Ravenous was originally published by Dorchester in mass market in 2008. It was his fourth novel with Dorchester.

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Ravenous

By Ray Garton
Dorchester Publishing
Copyright © 2008 Ray Garton
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ISBN: 978-0-8439-5820-1



Chapter One
Attack

Tuesday

Emily Crane had lost another four pounds, bringing her total weight loss to sixteen pounds, and she felt good about it. Of course, she still had a long way to go-her goal was to lose eighty-five pounds-but she tried not to think that way. It was a day-to-day process, a one-day-at-a-time endeavor. As soon as she started thinking about how much she had left to lose, it became overwhelming and she became discouraged, and when she became discouraged, she wanted to eat.

She was returning home from her T.O.P. S. meeting. T.O.P.S.-Take Off Pounds Sensibly-was a weight loss support group she met with every Tuesday night. On that particular Tuesday night, she had left the meeting early, right after the weigh-in, because she had a splitting headache. All she wanted to do was go home, take some aspirin, and sink into a hot bubble bath.

That was not entirely true; that was not really all she wanted to do. What Emily really wanted to do was stop at the Carl's Jr. on the way home and get a Double Western Bacon Cheeseburger.

T.O.P. S. met in the neighboring town of Seaside, and Emily lived sixteen miles south in Big Rock. It was an inconvenience to drive over to Seaside every Tuesday, but it was worth it to her. She needed desperately to lose weight, and she could not do it on her own. She needed the kind of support she couldn't get from anyone but other women struggling with their weight. Hugh tried to help, but she knew his heart was not in it. Hugh's heart was not in much of anything lately-that was why she wanted so badly to lose a total of eighty-five pounds.

They had not made love in over a year-close to a year and a half now. It made Emily sad to think about it, made a knot form in her chest, a soggy, thick knot, and her throat burned with gathering tears. They used to have so much fun together in bed. They'd been married for twelve years, and for most of those years everything had been perfect, especially in the bedroom. But three kids and a lot of afternoon snacking later, Emily had packed on the pounds, and the incidents of lovemaking had grown further and further apart. She gave Hugh credit for one thing-not once had he ever mentioned her weight gain. He did not criticize her for it, or make snide remarks about it, not even when they fought. Emily knew other women at T.O.P. S. whose husbands were cruel about their weight, husbands who publicly ridiculed their wives, humiliating them and hurting them so badly that they only wanted to eat more-a vicious circle. But not Hugh. Instead, he'd simply become less and less affectionate. Hugs and kisses became more scarce, and it had been a long time since he'd playfully grabbed her ass or tickled her or squeezed her breasts. She missed those little things, and she was determined to get them back.

Overall, it had been a good marriage, even though much of the life had gone out of it in recent years, mostly due to her laziness and her weight gain. She spent her days at home with Jeannie, their youngest, at three. Donald, six, and Annie, eight, got home from school in the afternoon. Emily spent most of that time on the couch, eating while she watched old movies on television, and while Jeannie puttered and played around the room with her. There were days when she did not lift a finger to do any housework, and as a result, her once immaculate home looked dusty, cluttered, and a little too lived-in. Sometimes, Emily missed the early years of their marriage, when it had been just the two of them, herself and Hugh. Back when she was still a slender one hundred and nine pounds. She'd had a great body back then: petite and compact; full chestnut hair that cascaded past her shoulders; clear, large brown eyes. Now her eyes seemed to have shrunk-her round fleshy cheeks had given them a piggy look that she hated. She had no illusions; she knew she would never be that svelte one hundred and nine again. But she planned to slim down to some semblance of her former self, for Hugh if for no other reason. Of course, she sometimes wondered what she would do if she met her weight-loss goal, and Hugh still had no interest in her. Had he fallen out of love with her? He was still considerate and treated her well-he left little notes for her on the fridge, and every once in awhile, he brought her flowers for no reason at all. Emily took comfort in that, and clung to the hope that, once she'd slimmed down, things would go back to normal and they would have a sex life again.

Clouds obscured the moon, and the night was dark and misty. It had been raining since Christmas-about three weeks straight-with no end in sight. Emily drove along Seaside Trail, a two-lane road flanked by lush woods on both sides. Fat-trunked redwoods towered overhead, and to her right, it was possible to catch glimpses of the ocean during the day in the occasional gaps in the strip of woods. Mixed in with the occasional patches of towering redwoods were scattered Douglas firs, bay laurels, and a few spruce trees along the edge of the road. Below them, thick green ferns and other foliage carpeted the mossy woods. But none of that was visible in the dark of the misty night-it was, instead, sensed. She could feel the thick woods around her.

Emily reached up and rubbed her right temple with two stiff fingers, traced small circles over it, pushing hard. The headache was only on the right side of her head, behind her eye.

She was in the middle of a yawn when a ding from the dashboard made her look down at the lights. The "check engine" light was blinking.

The engine died.

Her power steering died with it, and she had to struggle with the wheel to pull her metallic green Volkswagen Jetta onto the shoulder to the right. Gravel crunched under her tires as she brought the car to a stop.

"Shit," she said.

She turned the key in the ignition to start the car again, but nothing happened-the engine did not make a sound.

"Oh, shit," she said, her voice higher, more shrill. On the verge of tears, she took in a deep breath to steady herself, let it out slowly. She pounded a fist on the steering wheel once, then reached over to the passenger seat for her purse. She reached up and turned on the light above the rearview mirror, then unzipped her purse and plunged her hand in, groped around for a moment, then found her cell phone. She flipped it open, pushed the button with her thumb to turn it on, then put it to her ear. The phone beeped three times, and she heard no dial tone.

"Oh, no!" she shouted.

The cell phone's battery was dead.

"I knew that, dammit!" she said. She'd been meaning to recharge the phone, but she used it so seldom that it had slipped her mind. With a lugubrious sigh, she threw the phone into her purse, then sat there for a long moment, staring out the windshield at the beams of her headlights, which melted into the misty, murky darkness up ahead. She killed the lights.

A car drove by going the same direction she'd been going, and a couple of minutes later, another came the opposite way. She turned on her emergency blinkers.

Tears stung Emily's eyes. She sniffled, but tried to hold back the crying. She took in a deep breath and said, "I'm screwed."

She was getting out of the car when she heard it, and it made her freeze where she stood, in the open door of the car, made gooseflesh crawl over her shoulders. It had come from the woods to her right and had been very distinct-a howl. She frowned. It had to be a dog, that was the only explanation-but it had not sounded like the howl of a dog. Not really. Not at all. It was a full sound, but piercing, a resonant cry. A chill trickled down her back like ice water.

Emily got the long, heavy Maglite from the backseat. She leaned in, popped the hood, then closed the door. She went to the front of the car and shone the light onto the engine. Gravel on the shoulder crunched beneath her feet, and the Jetta's emergency lights blinked on and off with a soft clicking sound.

She laughed coldly and muttered, "What am I doing?" She knew nothing about cars and had absolutely no idea what might be wrong with the Jetta. Even Hugh's knowledge of cars was limited. They relied on Phil at the Volkswagen dealership in Eureka when something went wrong with the Jetta.

Facing the front of the car, Emily pulled her denim jacket together in front-it was shudderingly cold.

Something moved in the bushes to her left, the same side from which the frightening howl had come, and she took a step back from the car and turned the flashlight on the woods. The bright beam pierced the darkness and passed over some heavy ferns and thick tree trunks. The night smelled of the sea, and, in the overwhelming silence, she could hear the whisper of the surf beyond the strip of woods.

As she lowered the light, he rushed out of the woods, tattered clothes dangling all around him, a shadow that quickly took on features-wide silver eyes that weren't right, somehow, they were wrong-

No, that can't be, she thought.

-and then he was on her.

Emily shifted into a murky, dreamlike state as he grabbed her arms and his fingernails dug deeply into her flesh, piercing her denim jacket and her blouse and her skin. He reeked of filth and the stench of him clogged Emily's nostrils.

He spun around, dragging her with him, and threw her into the ditch. She landed on her side and rolled halfway up the ditch's other side. Pain exploded in her ribs as she landed on a large rock. She fell still in a puddle and cold water shocked her through her clothes. She dropped the flashlight, which sent its beam this way and that as it rolled back and forth in the ditch's water. For a moment, he was gone-

-then he was on her again, and she heard him growl as he tore at her clothing, ripping it loudly. She managed to scream as cold air touched the bare, wet parts of her body exposed by her attacker. Emily kicked her legs and flailed her arms, but when she tried to scream again, it caught in her suddenly dry throat like ground glass and remained lodged there.

He continued to make low growling sounds in his throat, and something warm and wet spattered her face. It was spittle-he was slobbering on her as he growled, a sound punctuated by the clack-clack-clack of his jaws snapping shut repeatedly.

The flashlight, in its final rolls back and forth just above her head in the ditch, passed its beam over his face, giving her a glimpse, just a glimpse, but it was more than she needed-his face would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. The face simply was not ... right. It was wrong in some way she could not yet define, in some way that her brain refused to process.

Long stringy dark hair, with silver eyes-they were eyes that did not look human, like the rest of his long face.

That was it-his face was too long, too narrow, somehow misshapen.

More ripping as her clothes were torn from her body. Then she felt his fingers under her panties, and he tore through the panties with his sharp black claws, ripped them off of her and touched her most private place.

He's going to rape me! she thought.

And then she screamed, a long ragged scream that was swallowed up by the night's silence, a silence that towered over them like some invisible dome, holding her scream down, keeping it from reverberating or carrying, smothering it. She tried to close her legs, but he was already between them.

She was dry and it hurt, but he was soon lubricated by his own fluids, and she continued to scream and fight as he pounded into her again and again.

He panted furiously and continued to slobber on her, releasing a low growl each time he exhaled.

He laughed then as he thrust into her harder, a deep, throaty laugh, nails scratching her and drawing blood. His long hair fell down over her face. His smell enveloped her like a filthy, oily blanket. Something happened to his throaty laughter-it became deeper, rougher.

Emily's hands began to claw the ground, searching desperately for a weapon, for something, anything she might use to stop him, to get him off her.

The thing on top of her screamed. It was a sickening sound, a sound that made her wish she were unconscious so she did not have to hear it. The ragged scream collapsed into a howl.

The howl ... the one she'd heard earlier ...

Her right hand found something on the ground beside her. It was hard and cold, made of metal. She closed her hand on it and swung her arm back, then plunged it forward. She drove the metal object home hard, and something crunched beneath it.

The long howl stopped.

Her rapist stopped moving.

He collapsed on her heavily, suddenly still and silent, not even breathing. He was so heavy on top of her, she found it difficult to breathe. But he had stopped. He was still inside her, but he had stopped slamming into her.

Is he dead? she wondered. What did I do to him?

She remained there for an endless time, unable to move at first. Then, when she did move, her movements hurt, as if her entire body were raw. Emily tried to crawl backward, out from under him. When that did not work, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed. She threw her whole body into it, all her weight, and heaved him off her to her left.

When his body hit the ground beside her, it expelled a long, gurgling breath, its final sound.

Then she crawled backward, away from him, until she reached the flashlight. She rolled over and closed her right hand on the flashlight as she struggled to her feet. Her torn clothes dangled from her in wet tatters, and dirt and gravel clung to her exposed skin. She turned around and shone the beam down on him.

The long, dark hair looked unwashed and matted. Dark stubble grew all around his gaping mouth, covering the lower half of his face. He was a man of medium height, pale, arms spread at his sides. His filthy clothes were torn and tattered into strips. His right eye was no longer silver, and there was no longer anything wrong with it. It was open wide, like his mouth, a blue eye, perfectly normal. There was, however, something wrong with his left eye-something protruded from it. She stepped toward him, bent down, and turned the light on it.

It had a fat black handle, caked with damp earth. Emily reached out, closed her hand on it-the black handle was plastic. She pulled on it, not very hard at first, and it did not come out. She put a little more strength into it, and it came out with a wet sound. It lifted his head off the ground for a moment, then his head flopped back down as it was released.

It was a long rusty corkscrew-with the man's left eyeball impaled on the end, something long and wet and jiggly dangling from the back of it.

Emily gasped and dropped the corkscrew as she stumbled backward. Her right heel hit something-a rock embedded in the ground, maybe-and she fell backward, flailing her arms for balance, trying to come out of the fall.

The back of her head struck the edge of the paved road hard, and blackness overcame her.

Hugh Crane closed his hands on Vanessa Peterman's round breasts and his thumbs flicked over her nipples, which stood rigid beneath them. Vanessa straddled his lap in the backseat of her white Chrysler 300 with darkly-tinted windows, which was parked in his driveway. She bounced up and down on him.

The children were planted in front of the television in the living room, enraptured by the Cartoon Network, or the Disney Channel, or Nickelodeon, or whatever it was they'd been watching when he'd left them there. They were avid television watchers, and he knew they would stay right where they were, their attention focused on the screen, until he called them away.

Vanessa made high-pitched sounds behind tightly closed lips, and her hands closed on his chest, her fingernails clawing him through the cotton of his unbuttoned shirt as she came. Hugh quickly followed her, crying out short, staccato sounds as he thrust his hips upward, driving himself into her.

It was the second time for him-he'd lost count of Vanessa's orgasms. She was wildly orgasmic. It was one of the things about her that drove him crazy.

They both gasped for air afterward, their skin moist with perspiration in spite of the night's biting cold. She fell limp against him and he embraced her with weak arms. Their scents mingled-his cologne, her perfume, their sweat. The air in the cab was heavy and warm, and the tinted windows had fogged up.

Vanessa laughed between gasps. "That was hot," she breathed. "So hot."

"You're hot," he said, his voice trembling just a little.

She laughed again. "We sound like Paris Hilton." She put on her goofy Paris Hilton face and spoke in a breathy, brainless voice: "That's hot."

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2012

    Great book.... wheres number 2?

    I love these books and love that ravenous is so cheap as a ebook, but i cant find the sequel on here :(

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  • Posted November 28, 2009

    Best Werewolf book i've ever read

    Everything a person could possibly want in a werewolf book is in this one; savagery, heartlessness, dominance, murder, disbelief, sex (could have been a little more graphic here), love, betrayal and revenge.possibly more. This not a book for the week of heart or someone that thinks werewolves are heroes. I am going to look for a sequel to this book because the ending begs for one. I just hope he will follow up on it

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  • Posted September 12, 2009

    insulting.

    the author has made the book quite insulting actually. he makes unnecessary comments about overweight people, almost condones wife beating and having affairs.and all the rape scenes were a little much also. spends over half the book doing character development to kill them all in 1 shot with half the book still to go. the book was very drawn out and anticlimactic.

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  • Posted March 31, 2009

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    AN EXCELLENT READ!

    I was blown away by this novel. This was the first novel by Ray Garton I have read. I read it in 1 day because it moved at such a fast pace. I never wanted to put it down, it really was great! Highly recommended!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    a fabulous horror thriller

    Big Rock, California is a small quiet town where violent crime never occurs as everyone knows everyone else. However, that was before now Sheriff Hurley struggles with a apprehending a serial rapist whose last victim works in his office. He feels overwhelmed but keeps searching for clues.------------- Fargo arrives in Big Rock claiming to be a werewolf hunter and that the town is infested with them, Hurley has enough on his plate with the rapist so he ignores the lunatic¿s ramblings although he keeps an eye on him. However, Hurley reassesses his belief when reports of assaults by large animals begin and torn up mutilated bodies surface.-------------- Ray Garton turns lycanthropy into a sexually transmitted disease thus a vicious epidemic cycle occurs in which those victims who survive the sexual assault become unrepentant nasty RAVENOUS werewolves on the prowl needing to rape someone. With a nod to Maslow¿s Hierarchy of Needs the werewolves are motivated by Physiological Needs making them seem real and more terrifying. Hurley is terrific as the beleaguered small-town sheriff initially struggling to accept the evidence, but it is the widening werewolf epidemic that turns this into a fabulous horror thriller.------------ Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2013

    Hurley must have 2 wives

    I couldn't figure out if Sheriff Hurley had 3 wives. He started out with Ella and midway thru the book, someone named Marge popped up.....

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    Ravenous: A sexy thrill ride

    Ounce I read this book I was hooked. It took me only 3 days to read. It is mature, dangerous, and thoughtful. The second book is called BESTIAL and is the story of the few remaining people from RAVENOUS. I highly recomend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2008

    wertewolf horror fan a.k.a chris jones

    When I went to barnes and noble with my family I chose ravenous this book stood out to me since I am only 14. When I got to some point's in the novel I laughed about it over all Ray Garton needs to get to work on the sequal Im dying for another bite

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2008

    Not bad

    I enjoyed Ravenous. THe werewolf in this film is very nasty and scary. THe book moves at a brisk pace as it also develops the characters to a point. THe downbeat ending affected it though. I guess I'm getting a little tired of horror movies and books ending in such a way. Probably why I like Stephen King so much. Most of his novels, not all, have humankind winning at the end.

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