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HEA: Six Last Lines to Father's Embrace

She'd come to accept my humans. To my delight she lured her pack, all ten of them, to bow to Father, with me behind him, despite our disease.

The changing grew even harder on Father as he aged, but in this moment he swaggered on four legs, a proud grandfather nuzzling my mewing offspring. In a few hours, little Gerranne and five cubs would be embraced in his arms, and my heart swelled with happiness.

I glanced to the sinking sun. Yellow as Gerra's lovely eyes used to be, the rising moon always claimed dominance, glimmering with the memory of those we'd lost and illuminating those we found with affection.


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Hugh Laurie Rocks

Spring Landed on the Icy Pond Today

Don't Argue With a Wolf Trying to Save Your Life. SSS

Carrying a gut-shot man out of the mountains isnt hard for a wolf wearing the body of a man. Getting the guy to understand he should take the wheel to find aid is much more difficult.







"Oh g-g-god, I can't do this." Teeth chattering, Jones's shrunken skin reflected shades of blue.
"You can." Father slapped Jones's hands onto the wheel. "Sleep—I bite. Die—I eat."
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Six Sentence Sunday: Father's Embrace

Their's only one way a couple of wolves can easily carry the man shot by another man and seek aid. They've eaten from the corpse of a wolf-human, sister and daughter to them, to catch her illness.
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The tremors slammed into me before dusk, intensifying with the darkening shadows. Father grabbed me, knocked the paws out from under me and rubbed my forepaws, then my hindquarters as I spasmed. His strong fingers and angry grunts eased the intensity of bones elongating, skin stretching, and my tail pushing its way into my backside, making me yearn for ten bears mauling me instead.

In my father's arms, I became a man.

He lifted me as I tried to straighten on all fours, and eased me upward onto two.

"You're one ugly human, son."


I'd like to say thanks for all the wonderful comments these past couple months. It's been a priviledge reading clips from so many fantastic authors. I havent been able to comment on all (sunday's my only day off the paying job), but it's been alot of fun trying.
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Paranormal and Fantasy Month

Thanks to a lovely host, Cheryl, my interview splotlighting Ashes is up at Books, Products & More today.
    
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Rijo Watches Gerra Turn

I twisted in a panicked side step—her lovely tail had disappeared, her bottom was smooth and rounded. My tears splattered onto my paws as I noted her muzzle had flattened into a tiny jaw and her soft nose had lost its color. All that remained of my sister were her yellow-black eyes—wild and full of fear. She flinched from my rumbling growl, a continuous threat pulling from behind my clenched teeth. Whimpers burst from her pale throat and she collapsed to her knees, submissive and anxious for me to taste her lifeblood.Raw terror spiraling though me, anger shook my hind legs and I lunged.
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Six Sentence Sunday and Father's Embrace

I wrote this paranormal novella for my dad. Here's the first six lines: The moon had yet to rise the night my mother died and my sister's fate was sealed. Mother took the invader down, ripped through clothing, skin, muscle and slammed her incisors into bone before the man managed to slash his weapon across her throat.
Metallic. Salty. Arousing. My first scents of human and wolf blood had me reeling.
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The Thought Process

Words of wisdom to contemplate when scrubbing down, editing a work in progress for the zillionth time.

Six Sentence Sunday--Oops!

It's that time again. Alot of outstanding writers involved this week: http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/

Without an arrow to the heart, she had to understand that a world renowned playboy wanted to bed her and her alone. He had to entangle Cheia so tightly she'd not only forgive him, she'd prove to them both that she could love him for himself, not the persona his parents and the media perceived him to be.

Cu had never felt this way before, and he knew there'd not be another he'd let wrap their hand around two of his fingers like Cheia did now—except—last night as he peeled off his spent condom, the only one he had with him, an infant's face filled his mind. The intensity of joy that had seized him as he imagined her eyes, her dusty skin color to match her mother's, he'd gotten so hard he jumped right back on top of Cheia again. He had pulled out in time? Of course he had.