Tuesday Teaser!

Sorry I’ve been a bit off this month. I’m trying to get back into the habit of posting. I’ve not been posting my blog story because I really think it needs a complete overhaul. I’ll try and wrap it up in the next few weeks then rewrite it entirely later :)

I don’t remember if I”ve posted this or not. It’s from my tri-form mate series (Nope I don’t have any of them out yet) Do you hear my evil laughter?

This is unedited.


Dez spun through the crowd, sweat poured down his naked chest. His shirt had vanished beneath eager hands an hour ago and he hadn’t seen it since. He didn’t know how long he’d been dancing, but thirst drove him toward the bar. He could sense his brothers milling about the club’s perimeter. He could’ve told them not to bother but they wouldn’t deny mother.

His brothers didn’t dare leave Dez alone. If something were to happen to him while he was out clubbing their mother would blame his brothers, a benefit and hazard of being the baby of the family.

Swinging his hips, he shimmied his way to the bar. A few patrons turned to glare at him for cutting but one look and they all but pushed the others away to allow him in front. Dez winked at the bear shifter who shoved the others out of the way to make room.

The bartender grinned at Dez, his gaze slid across Dez’ eight pack abs. “What can I get for you pretty kitty?”

“A bottle of water.”

Dez dipped his fingers into his pocket for his change, tugging his pants to his hipbones and baring a strip of skin.

“Oh it’s on me beautiful,” the bartender said, sliding a bottle across the bar.

“Thanks,” Dez flashed a seductive look through his lashes. He snatched up the bottle then danced his way back to the middle of the crowd.

“He’d piss his pants if he knew your other self,” a deep voice rumbled behind him.

Dez spun around and grinned. “True brother dear, very true.”

His oldest brother Maton smiled back exposing rows of sharp teeth. Dez could see the dragon just beneath the surface pushing to come out. Even in a room full of shifters Maton was the top predator.

“You need to go?” Dez was enjoying himself but he’d leave in a second if his brother had any problems controlling his dragon. He might like to poke and prod his siblings but they were there for each other if needed.

Maton shook his head. “No you can stay another hour or so before I need to leave.”

“I could just leave with someone,” Dez eyed the crowd hopefully.

Maton snorted. “You could probably convince any of them to take you home but the morning after would suck and not in a good way.”

Dez’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah.”

“Hey,” Maton patted Dez’s back with a reassuring pat that would’ve realigned any other shifter’s spine. “You know if you wanted to hook up in the club we’d look the other way, we just can’t let them take you off the property.”

“I know.” Their mother would worry about his safety but frankly he just wanted one night sleeping in a lover’s arms. At this rate he’d turn the millennial mark and still not have had sex.

“Don’t give up hope. You’re still a baby. Maybe after a few more centuries we’ll find you a mate.”

Dez rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like I’d take advice from you. When’s the last time you’ve been laid.”

He danced back through the crowd before his brother could speak again. Maton meant the best but dragons didn’t understand romance. Maton was the only brother who was a single animal shifter. All the rest of them were a mix of different shifters. Maton was one hundred percent dragon.

Every hundred years their mother laid another egg with a different shifter. Once Maton’s father died their mother wouldn’t bond with another dragon. Apparently he hadn’t been a nice man and she refused to put herself into that situation again. Now that she’d passed her fertile stage Dez would always be her youngest.

He hadn’t told anyone but he’d be meeting his mate soon. The winds had whispered the news to him. He’d seen shadows in his dreams and portents followed him into his day. Dragons believed in the fates even if they didn’t believe in forever mates. Dez’ lion half smirked at the dragon inside him. Being a dual beast shifter gave him split personality. Most dual shifters went insane and had to be put down. Dragons were the strongest and one of the few creatures that could combine with others without losing their mind.

To other shifters Dez smelled like a lion, his dragon buried deep inside. Most people never learned of Dez’ dragon half. The larger beast only came out when Dez became angry. Being a dragon wasn’t a comfortable sensation, only the flying part made it worthwhile. The rest of it was a large angry beast with little civility.

Midway through the crowd, Dez froze.

What was that?

He scanned the crowd. Nothing. He took another deep breath. Past the stench of sweaty bodies lay the sweet smell of damp leaves and peppermint. Not a combination of scents that usually made him hard.

A low purr rolled up his throat.

“Hmm, come be my pretty kitty.” a bear shifter grabbed Dez and yanked him close.

A shudder of distaste rippled through him. “Maybe later.”

He slithered out of the stranger’s hold. The lion had his body rejecting the touch. When the bear reached for him again, Dez’ inner dragon flared, he could feel it pushing out.

“Whoa, my mistake!” The bear shifter raised his hands to indicate peace then quickly rushed away to be swallowed by the crowd.

Yep, his dragon half always scared away the unwanted. He wondered how his fully dragon mother lured men to her side. Dez’ dragon had always scared off other males not coaxed them closer. Maybe he’d ask her for dating advice.

Or not.

Still, something in the air appealed to both sides of Dez. The lion wanted to hunt it down and lick it while his dragon wanted to devour. From stories he’d heard from his lion father he would’ve thought it was his mate but dragons didn’t have mates. Ice slithered down his spine. He had to get out of there. He’d made a mistake in coming tonight. He wasn’t ready to meet his fate.

Dez motioned to his brothers. Their predetermined signal had them quickly closing rank. “What’s up?” Cort, Dez’ second oldest brother frowned, concern poured off of him. “Someone bugging you?”

“I-I think my mate is here. I need to go.”

Cort grabbed Dez’ arm. “You should go talk to him.”

Dez’ mouth dropped open. “Really? You want to explain to mom how I ran off with my mate? She’ll pop a scale.”

“You’ve always wanted a mate.” Cort didn’t let things go. He was the type to wear something into the ground with his heel then stomp on it a few more times to make sure it wouldn’t move again.

“I do but not at the cost of mother ripping off his head. You know she thinks I’m barely a step away from diapers.”

“True,” Cort agreed.

He didn’t speak again until they’d all assembled on the roof. They didn’t strictly need a spot to take off from but a little elevation helped.

“What’s true?” Manton stepped to his right blocking him from anyone else.

“That mother wouldn’t approve of a mate.”

Manton snorted. “Not unless he came with a treaty or a shiny jewel. Something she can’t resist.”

Cort shook his head. “Mom’s shiniest jewel is Dez. We’ve got to get him home.”

Moon Pack Monday

From the characters from Judging Jager!


Ryder scanned the club and growled. No sign of his lover anywhere.

“He’ll be here.”

He spun around at the sound of his brother’s voice. Dare slid another beer toward him.

“Of course he’ll be here,” Ryder growled. A slight disturbance in the crowd, a hushed noise drew his attention to the front door. Only one person caused that much head turning other than the alpha mate and he’d seen Anthony go into Silver’s office a few minutes ago.

Jager walked through the crowd, like the runway model he used to be. Catching sight of Jager he smiled giving an luminous glow to his beautiful face.

“Your mate is one good looking man,” Dare said.

A low growl from his left had Ryder laughing. “I don’t think your mate appreciates your comment.”

Dare made a dismissive noise. “My mate knows where my heart is.”

“He also knows where your eyes are,” Steven growled.

Ryder laughed at the wolf shifter’s tone. No one could doubt Steven’s devotion but Dare lived to tweak his mate’s tail.

While they talked Jager headed toward him. He came to a stop when someone grabbed his arm. Ryder didn’t bother to hold back his instincts. Pushing his way forward he wrapped his fingers around the pushy man’s throat. “If I were you I’d release my mate.”

The wolf shifter opened his hand to let Jager go.

“Thank you.” Ryder lifted the stranger up and punted him across the bar. His flight stopped when he crunched against the far wall.

Jager cleared his throat. “Not that I don’t appreciate you defending my honor but he was just asking me where I got my outfit.”

Ryder examined Jager’s tight fitting pants and soft, body hugging shirt. “Trust me babe, it was only an excuse to touch you.”

“Well he won’t make that mistake again,” Jager’s eyes danced with amusement.

“No he won’t.” Ryder held out his arm for Jager to take. “How about I get you a nice cold drink and you can tell me all the ways you prefer tigers to wolves?”

Jager laughed. “I don’t know. If I list them all your head might not fit out the door.”

“I’m sure I can manage some how.” Ryder wrapped Jager in his arms protecting him from the jostling crowds. He only had one important job in the world—protecting his mate. Dipping his head the captured Jager’s lips with his own. No one tasted like his mate. He’d once thought wolf shifters were inferior but Jager and in some ways Steven had changed his mind. Most of the Moon Pack were pretty good people and if sometimes he felt the need for fellow tigers he always had his brother to watch his back.

“What are you thinking?” Jager asked when they finally broke apart for air.

Ryder kissed Jager’s forehead. “I was thinking I’m lucky to have found you.” He’d come to find his brother and found his heart instead. “Now let’s go upstairs and I can remind you who you belong to.”

“With. Who I belong with you insufferable cat.” Jager glared at him. “I’m not property.”

Ryder smiled. “You can call it anything you want as long as you’re mine.”

Sweet Jager still didn’t understand Ryder’s possessive streak. Ryder would kill anyone who hurt Jager and not feel a twinge of remorse. Jager was more than his better half he was his everything.

Jager sighed and rested his head on Ryder’s shoulder. “I love you even when you’re possessive.”

“Then you must love me all the time.” Ryder cuddled his mate close and started moving Jager to the music. “Just like mates should.”

They moved across the club dancing to a slow, sexy beat. Ryder breathed in his mate’s heady scent certain he would never find a more perfect moment in his life.

Hubby’s Birthday Contest!

Today my husband turns 45 years old. Or like my teen brat said. “I hear you’re getting old?” yeah he’s a charmer.

My husband is an engineer so to celebrate his birthday I’m giving away a $45.00 GC to Amazon to one lucky winner.  You have until the end of the week to enter.

To enter the contest post your favorite scientific quote or list your favorite technical gadget.

Winner will be chosen by hubby on Saturday, more or less :)

Forever My Love #36

I had a long day and getting over a cold so it’s short today. I’ll try for a longer one on Friday.


Lee watched the pair leave with more than a little envy. Memories of his early days with Antonio flashed through his head. He remembered when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, a passion that barely faded over the years.

He locked up after Trent and Ike made their absent minded goodbyes too wrapped up with each other to look away for long.

Brushing bits of grass of his jeans, Lee headed for church. Despite his grandmother’s insistence Lee tended to avoid places of worship. He’d had too many priests and pastors scream he deserved to go to hell for who he loved to be comfortable spending too much time there. However he had a beef with an angel and he refused to stop him.

There were two churches in town, a new shiny version that could hold the entire town along with any possible visitors and an old clapboard version. Lee headed to the older one. The smaller church was listed in the town register as a historical building and kept in perfect condition. They still used it for meetings but no one worshiped there any more. Lee planned to correct that. He hoped the history of the older church helped him contact the angel.

If only he had a flaming sword.

He wasn’t surprised to find the front door unlocked, they rarely locked public town buildings until after dark. Stepping into the town he sneezed. The church ladies must not have visited it in a while.

The cool interior soothed some of his fiery anger but not his determination. He headed directly to the altar long stripped of any ornamentation and kneeled on the wooden altar. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows leaving trails of color streaking the walls.

“Michael, archangel of assholeness bring me back my man!” Lee shouted.

Nothing happened.

Lee growled. “I mean it, Michael.”

A crackle of lightening lit the interior of the church. When Lee’s eyes cleared and a tall winged man stood before him.

“Archangel of Assholeness.” The angel laughed. “You must know my brother.”

“Who are you?” Lee stood to face the angel on his feet, not that it made much of a difference since the angel still towered above him.

“I’m Chamuel, the archangel of pure love. Your heart called to me. Why are you seeking Michael?”

“Because he stole my husband.”

Chamuel rubbed his hairless chin. “Tell me more. This is right up my alley.”

Torturous Tuesday Teasers

It’s that time of the week again where I tempt you with upcoming books that have no publication date. Enjoy *evil grin*

Please remember these are unedited.


Ryker woke in stages. Awareness came to him slowly. He’d never been a jump out of bed kind of riser.

His body ached and his neck throbbed.

The body beside him lay still as the daylight turned his vampire lover into a statue. A sigh escaped him as he climbed out of bed. He’d miss this place. For the first time he’d been accepted even if they didn’t know why.

With a last wistful glance at the man on the bed he slid out of bed and pulled on his clothes. His faded jeans, soft and malleable, could’ve been scratchy thorns as unwelcome as they were against his skin.

Heart aching he yanked his T-shirt over his head. He didn’t want to go. In fact every instinct screamed at him to stay. Heath would be furious when he woke and found Ryker gone.

A note.

He should leave a message. What did you say to a guy you fell in love with and then left? He had no doubt his spot in Heath’s bed would quickly be filled. Too many others were lined up to be the next plaything of the vampire leader. Most were surprised that Ryder had lasted the three months he had.

Not the least was Ryker. When he’d come to the vampire ball as a lark he hadn’t expected the leader of the coven to take a shine to him. However one look in Heath’s dark eyes and Ryker had known he’d have to stay a while.

Unfortunately all good things had to come to an end. Searching the room he didn’t find any paper or pens. He’d check Heath’s office.

Opening the door he came to a screeching halt. Heath’s head of security stood in the hallway his arms folded over his chest and a disapproving expression on his face. “Can I help you with something?”

Ryker nodded. “I need a pen and paper.”

“Why?” The soldier didn’t move an inch.

“So I can write a goodbye note.” Ryker didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to explain himself to Delmont. The man had hated him since day one. Ryker figured the man had aspirations to be Heath’s lover.

“You’re leaving?” Surprise crossed Delmont’s face. Ryker figured not too many things shocked the hardened soldier.


“Not before he wakes up.” Delmont’s firm tone told Ryker the bodyguard wouldn’t change his mind.

“Listen, I appreciate you being all protective of your employer but I really need to go.”

The tremors were building. It wouldn’t be long before he couldn’t control himself any more. It would be best if he were far away before he lost it completely. Too many people got hurt when he had an episode.

“He’s not going to understand you leaving,” Delmont said.

“Which is why I want to leave a note. I don’t want him to think I ditched him. I’ll come back if he still wants me but we both know he’s got a line of people willing to give him whatever he needs.” Ryker knew he wasn’t important in the scheme of things. “Fuck it. He’ll barely notice I’m gone.”

He shoved past Delmont. For a brief, hopeful moment he thought he’d escape without further instance but he should’ve known better. Delmont grabbed his arm and Ryker lost control.

Ryker’s magic flared bright and hot. Delmont flew across the room and slammed against the wall. The soldier crumpled onto the floor in a heap. Ryker quickly scanned Delmont relieved when he found the man uninjured except a slight bump on the head.

“Crap.” This was why he needed to get away. After bleeding off some magic he could return or he could’ve before he attacked Delmont. Now his return was cut off. Regret sliced him sharper than any knife.

Blinking back tears he headed for the front door. He could get away now. No one would care enough to stop him.

Chapter One

Six Months Later


Ryker slugged back his shot and beckoned the bartender for another. It had been months and he still longed for Heath. Surely he should’ve recovered from the vampire by now. Sometime he swore he still felt phantom bites on his neck. Not to mention the dreams.

Fuck, the dreams had him waking up in a cold sweat with cum decorating his stomach. How could he be so fucking scared and turned on at the same time?

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“No.” Ryker didn’t even look up to answer. He didn’t want to talk to anyone or to fuck anyone. He wanted Heath. Too bad he’d never go back.

“I found him.”

Those words had Ryker turning to look. “Crap.” Delmont stood beside him his green eyes narrowing as he assessed Ryker.

“You look like shit.”

“Fuck you, man.” Ryker didn’t have to take that crap. He could look in the mirror. He knew how bad he looked.

“No thanks. Heath would have my ass and not in a good way,” Delmont replied.

“Heath’s here?” Ryker snapped his head around to search the bar.

“No, he’s at home.”

Ryker relaxed. Good as long as he didn’t see his ex-lover he’d be fine. “What are you doing here?”

“Fetching you.”

“Why?” Ryker tossed back another shot and the world went blurry for a moment before regaining its colourful haze. The auras around him flickered and glowed. Delmont had a pretty aura for such a bad ass.

“Because Heath is pining without you.”

Ryker choked on his whiskey. “Fuck man you almost had me snorting my drink. That burns. He’s a vampire they don’t pine. They grab the next person in line.”

There wasn’t a shortage of people standing in line to be a vampire snack. Ryker had only gone along with Heath because the guy was hot.

“Usually I’d agree but he’s definitely pining.

“Why?” None of it made any sense. He’d never heard of a vampire wanting anything more than the meal in front of them.

“He thinks you’re his mate,” Delmont’s tone indicated his opinion of that idea.

“You think he’s wrong?”

“I’m not paid to think. I’m paid to collect you one way or another. Don’t try any of your fucking tricks either. I’m more than happy to take you to him bleeding. Hell, he might even like that.” Delmont’s grin sent a wave of unease through Ryker.

“I didn’t mean to zap you, man. You should’ve have grabbed me like that. Self-preservation and all that. No hard feelings.”

“Maybe not for you but I’m holding a grudge. The only way to make it up to me is for you to get your drunk ass off of that stool.”

“Is there a problem Ryker?” The bartender leant forward. Ryker knew the guy would try to intervene if he thought Ryker was having an issue with another customer. He’d become close to Dean over the past few months.

“Mind your own business.” Delmont snarled. He flashed his canines sending the bartender scurrying backwards.

“Great job, asshole,” Ryker said. “Now he knows there’s a demon in his bar.”

Delmont shrugged. “He was going to know soon anyway when I opened a portal and shoved you through it. Not much can knock a demon on its ass. Whatever mojo you’ve got you’d best keep it under control. If you hurt Heath I will rip your head off your shoulders and give it to the werewolf cubs as a ball.”

“That’s just sick, man.” Ryker curled his lip in disgust of Delmont’s imagery. He could easily see the demon doing something like that too.

Delmont grinned. “So you can see why coming with me would be in your best interests.”

Ryker sighed. “You won’t go without me?” he checked.

“No. I promised Heath I’d bring you back. Come now and I won’t kick your ass.”

“Fine but I’m still not sure why he’s looking for me.”

“Because apparently you’re his one and only,” Delmont said dryly.

Ryker was still laughing when Delmont opened a portal and shoved him through. His amusement died when he reappeared standing on the carpet before his lover. Heath sat on his throne. However, this wasn’t the healthy in charge man he’d left behind. The vampire’s skin had a sallow tint and his skin hung on his bones.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Ryker blurted out. “Don’t they take care of you?”

He glared at the crowd assembled around them. After flashing them all a glare he rushed over and dropped to his knees before the vampire.

“You’re here!” Heath’s voice, whispery soft gave Ryker chills. Where had the robust, rich tones gone?

“I’m here.” He stroked Heath’s knee. “What do I need to do?”

“Feed me!” Heath replied.

Ryker climbed onto Heath’s lap ignoring the crowd around them. He’d do anything to get the vampire back to his healthy self. He didn’t like seeing the man he’d cared about so sick. He didn’t know what was wrong but he’d get to the bottom of this and make sure it didn’t happen again.

“I offer myself freely. Take what you need.” He’d barely tilted his head back and exposed his throat when Heath struck. Fangs sank into Ryker’s neck. He jolted beneath the lightening bolt that coursed through his body.

Whispers surrounded him but he didn’t concentrate on any. He drifted as Heath drank from him. He knew the vampire probably would end up taking too much blood but he didn’t have it in him to deny Heath anything.

“Enough sire, you’ll kill him,” Delmont said.

The world swirled around Ryker losing its sharp edges to the sparkly world around him. He was losing consciousness but he didn’t care because he was back where he belonged.

Moon Pack Monday


Calvin ran the scrap of fine sandpaper over the wolf engraving. Mikel had ordered a clothing cabinet with Inno in wolf form carved on the front. He had offered Mikel a discount because he was part of Alesandro’s clan but he’d refused. Vampires didn’t really group together like wolves they had looser communities.

With Alesandro out of town on business Calvin gladly picked up the extra work. Alesandro had gifted Calvin with an amazing workshop last Christmas and he’d launched a full-scale carpenter business. His sister handled the client billing and he was considering hiring another worker to help keep up with his orders.

“When are you going to let him bite you?” a female voice asked.

“I’m not ready.” He didn’t look up from his work to answer his sister.

“Come on Calvin, you’re aging by the second,” Cindy scolded.

Calvin laughed. “I think I can hold out for a while yet.”

Cindy grabbed a folding chair then plopped down beside him. “Tell me Cal, why don’t you want to be a vampire? You get cool perks like living for eternity with your lover and drinking blood.”

“Well that does sound tempting.” He set down his sandpaper since his sister showed no sign of leaving. “What if he changes his mind?”

“Who Alesandro? The man who had an entire workshop constructed because you said you wished you had more space?”

Calvin shrugged. “He could. What if I’m just a phase?”

“You are the only phase that will last for the rest of life,” Alesandro’s rich voice rolled across the workshop. “I had no idea you were doubting me, my beloved.”

“I’ve got to go do something.” Cindy rushed off without another word.

“Coward!” Calvin shouted after her.

She giggled as she slammed the door closed.

Alesandro wrapped an arm around Calvin and pulled him close. “You aren’t a fad for me, you are everything. I only get one perfect mate and you’re it for me.”

No matter how many times Calvin heard the words, he couldn’t banish the self doubt. “No one has ever wanted me like you do,” he confessed.

“That doesn’t make our love less true.” Alesandro kissed Calvin on each cheek then his forehead then finally on his mouth. Calvin allowed Alesandro to take control of the kiss, cuddling up to his lover.

When they broke apart he couldn’t deny the love in Alesandro’s eyes.

“If I could hypnotize you to believe me I would.” Alesandro said. “I love you my sweet human. As soon as you are ready I’m going to convert you to stay with me forever.”

“Soon.” He refused to set a date but he still wished to give his lover hope.

“I won’t give up until you’re completely mine,” Alesandro vowed.

“Good. I don’t want you to.” Calvin might not be ready yet but one day he would be. “Why don’t we go home and you can show me how much you missed me.”

Alesandro grinned. “That’s a great idea.”

“ I thought you’d like that.” Calvin wrapped an arm around his lover. One day soon he’d let Alesandro convert him. His birthday was coming up in a few months. He liked the symmetry of being reborn on his birthday.

He’d share that idea with Alesandro later right now he had other plans.