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Now available at the usual suspects. My site, Amazon and ARe. This was once on the blog but I did change the ending because I didn’t like the first one as much . If you haven’t read it this is my nod to Beauty and the Beast or in this case he’s sort of the same person :)

Excerpt:

Jonah Croft paced his office. He didn’t pay any attention to the panoramic water view out his window or the beauty of the crisp fall day. It might as well have been pouring outside for all he cared. His love had abandoned him. Two weeks had gone by, and still no contact. His calls were ignored, and Sammy still hadn’t returned to his apartment. Jonah had checked, he’d had others check, hell he’d even hired a useless detective who hadn’t been able to track Sammy down.

Fourteen days, ten hours and—Jonah checked his Rolex—fifteen minutes had passed since their argument, and Sammy still hadn’t returned. He knew Sammy had been irritated over Jonah’s insistence they move in together, but was it Jonah’s fault Sammy had a rod up his ass about being self-sufficient? It wasn’t like Jonah didn’t have enough money to support twenty musicians if he wanted. Why did Sammy care so much about being independent? Independence sucked if it kept Sammy out of Jonah’s bed.

A knock on his office door interrupted his furious marching back and forth. “Come in.”

He raised his eyebrows at the excited expression on his secretary’s face. “There’s a Mr. Allen to see you.”

Jonah’s heart skipped a beat. “Send him in.” Maybe the detective had discovered Sammy’s location. He shoved away the inner voice whispering that he’d moved from concerned boyfriend and into stalker territory.

The detective shuffled into the room. Everything about the man had the air of something faded, as if his best days had passed him by more than a few years ago. Even his face fell into a bulldog’s wrinkled folds.

“Did you find him?” He didn’t bother with pleasantries; he needed results.

Allen nodded, briefly distracting Jonah with his wobbling chin. “We found the house you told us about. It’s an estate in the Olympics. Under the name Vinzeno Strassford.”

“Yes, Strassford is the name he gave me.” Jonah clutched at the slender strands of hope with greedy fingers.

Allen pulled a notebook out of his pocket. “Mr. Strassford appears to still live there, but it’s not in the best shape. Your boyfriend’s rental car was found on the side of the road not far from Strassford’s estate. That and the name connection make me think I found the right place.”

Jonah frowned. Had Sammy run into a problem? Had something happened to him? “Was the car damaged? Did he have an accident?”

“No, it looked like some kind of mechanical failure.”

“Did you see him at the Strassford estate?”

“No, I can’t get close enough.” The detective went back to his notes. “The mansion sits pretty far from the road, and no one ever goes in or out of the gates—they’re padlocked. I checked around and no one has seen Strassford for years.”

“Then how do you know Strassford’s still there?”

“According to the local grocery, he has an order delivered twice a month and they have instructions to leave it by the gate.”

Jonah resisted the urge to snatch Allen’s notebook out of his hand and search it for further clues. “Thank you for the information. I’ll take it from here.”

The detective nodded. “I’ll write up a formal report. I thought you’d want to know what I found out as soon as possible.”

“Yes, thank you.” Jonah ran his index finger along the edge of his desk. Sammy tended to be an enthusiastic person who threw himself into everything without thinking about future consequences. Lost in his thoughts, he barely acknowledged the detective leaving.

What have you gotten yourself into, Sammy?

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Moon Pack Monday

Jager grimaced at the stain on his shirt. That’ll teach him to wrestle with a tiger shifter right before a date with his lover.

“Sorry Jag,” Dare’s apologetic smile swept away Jager’s anger.

“I shouldn’t have said your Jello shots were too watery.”

That comment had led to a food fight and Jager’s damaged shirt.

“Well I guess they were since I could toss them at you.” Dare grinned.

Jager laughed. Even covered in cherry and lime food coloring he couldn’t hold his annoyance with the tiger shifter. Dare’s easy-going nature made him a hard man to hold a grudge against. His brother Ryder didn’t have the same calm temperament.

“What’s going on here?” Ryder’s voice thundered across the empty bar as if on cue. Things didn’t improve when the large tiger shifter skidded on one of the more solid globs of gelatin.

“Sorry love. We were testing out if Dare’s shots had hardened.”

Dare’s helpless giggles had Ryder sending his brother a disgusted look.

Jager slid his hand down Ryder’s arm. “I’ll run upstairs and change before we go out. It won’t take long. Maybe you can come help me.”

Ryder scowled and folded his arms over his chest. Some people might be fooled by the stern expression and bulging muscles but not Jager. He stepped up to his mate and pressed his stained chest against the large tiger shifter. “You could come help me change.”

He turned on his heel and headed for the elevators. A low growl behind him made him smile. He didn’t turn around. Ryder would follow. His tiger shifter always followed. Leaving his pack was possibly the best decision Jager had ever made. It had certainly led to him finding his heart.

He’d barely made it to their apartment and unlocked the door before Ryder pushed him inside. “Strip.”
Jager spun around, slowly unbuttoning each pearly button one by one. He made a show of revealing patches of skin in a slow display.

Ryder sat on the couch and motioned for Jager to continue stripping. “This is better than going out.”

“Don’t think this means you don’t have to take me to dinner.” Jager had been anticipating a night on the town with Ryder all week. He’d been busy working for the past ten days straight and needed time with his mate.

After a bit of persuasion from his favorite designers Jager had agreed to do a few more modeling shoots. Although he no longer had to bring in money to support his old pack he liked to feel useful. When he wasn’t modeling he did guard duty. For both positions his tiger shifter followed him around like his personal bodyguard.

“I’ll take you out after I fuck you over the couch.” Ryder’s eyes glowed, the inner tiger prowling behind the human façade and ready to claim its mate.

“Promises, promises.” Ryder continued to pull off his clothes. He’d stripped off his shirt then straddled his lover’s thick thighs. “It’s only my shirt that was damaged, my love.”

A loud ripping noise preceded Ryder tossing the scraps of Jager’s pants onto the floor. “Oops.”

Jager gasped. “I liked those.”

“You can get more.” Ryder’s indifference to Jager’s clothing just made him love him more. His mate didn’t care if Jager was pressed perfect or if his hair was styled in the latest fashion Ryder cared for the man beneath the polish.

“I can.” Jager had many designer friends, they all were more than happy for Jager to wear their clothes.

“Good.” Ryder nuzzled Jager’s neck, nipping at the tender flesh.

Jager groaned then gave himself up to his mate’s desires.

Maybe they could go out tomorrow night instead.

The Changing Years!

outMy book with Allromanceebooks.com has been released. This is the story about a man who gets custody of his teenage son. The teen is going through his changing years where werewolf transformation is possible. Since his son is half human as is the primary character he has to come up with a way to deal with his son’s aggression. In this short story I delve into parenthood (pay special attention to the aggressive teen hormonal parts. I modeled that after my own teen! LOL!)

The buy link if you are interested is here.

EXCERPT:

Grant Thornlin poured over the paperwork before him. Shit, he had too much going on to deal with a human trying to get his kid into the pack school. Each time he added a new member it seemed to triple his number of headaches. If it were just the kids it would be one thing but the parents tended to be the ones that needed all the attention. Dealing with a new parent, much less a human one, could only lead to trouble. He’d only agreed to meet with Mr. McKellan because he couldn’t resist his curiosity. Half shifters were incredibly rare. Most shifter/human bondings ended in no children. It was difficult for shifters to get pregnant by their true mates, much less by someone not bound in the way of the shifter.

He hoped McKellan didn’t take the rejection too hard. Grant had taken over the principal’s office for this visit. He visited the school regularly to check up on younger pack mates. The principal Dan Sonlan and all of the teachers had taken the day off for some sort of in service training, allowing Grant to usurp his space. It was only him and a skeleton staff.

The phone buzzed.

He pushed the intercom button.

“Mr. McKellan is here for you sir,” Joyce, the school receptionist said. She’d been in that seat for twenty years and Grant didn’t think she’d ever taken a day off. He offered her a vacation day once and from her expression he might as well have offered to skin her wolf. The subject was never brought up again.

“Send him in.” He pushed the button to disconnect the call.

The door opened and Grant’s breathing stopped. It took him a few minutes to get it started again.

Damn.

A slender man with dirty-blond hair and pale-blue eyes entered the room. Grant had never seen that color in a human before. His inner wolf howled its approval. Pushing the beast down, he fought for control. Never before had a man drawn his wolf’s attention. Sure he’d looked at a passing gorgeous man or woman but not like this. Not with the urge to pounce, mark and call a man his own.

“Hello, are you Alpha Thornlin?” His soft melodic voice rolled across Grant, stroking his inner wolf.

Would it be bad form to fuck him against the wall?

“Yes, you must be Mr. McKellan.” Grant cleared his throat then stood, grateful for his long suit jacket. If he’d dressed in more casual clothes his erection would’ve been visible. He walked around the desk and held out his hand. A roller coaster of nerves did loop de loops in his stomach.

“Nice to meet you.” McKellan slid his hand into Grant’s. Desire shot between the palms, a lightning bolt of need and want. A whimper threatened to come out but he beat it back into submission. Alphas didn’t make pitiful, needy noises like newly shifted wolves.

“Please have a seat.” He motioned to the chair opposite from him and quickly took his seat, mindful of the comforting barrier of the desk. The more things between them the less likely he’d take the innocent human to the floor and start humping him.

Crap, this isn’t good!

Okay It’s Reboot Time!

I had my week’s reprieve from conference and now I’ve got to get back in gear!

I’m going to take a poll. What is it you want to see the most on my blog? I write this blog for my readers so I want to make sure you are getting what you want out of it. So choose one or more of the following:

Poll closes Saturday!

Thank you!

What’s Going on with the Blog Story?

Okay you are probably wondering what I did with the blog story. I’ve decided it’s too disorganized to finish how it is. I’m going to have to revamp the entire thing to tie up loose ends. Sorry but it needs a solid redo.

I’ll be starting a new one when I get back from RT in two weeks.

Thanks for your understanding!

Also I let my FB group know if you aren’t going to a conference and live in the US you can order a stress ball dragon for the cost of box and postage. You can order one here if you are interested. I will also be at RT, Euromeet, UK Meet, GRNW, & GRL to hand out dragons. *hugs all around*

Tuesday Teaser (on Wednesday)

This one’s working title is Barely Human (but it might change)

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Edward had heard rumors all his life about his mystical family tree. How there was scarcely any human blood to mar its paranormal branches, but it wasn’t until today that he’d put his own ability to the test.

It all started with a cat up a tree.

He’d just gotten off work at the police station. Heading home he cut through an affluent neighborhood that butted up against his working class digs. A soft meow, and the sound of crackling fire had his head snapping around to find the source.

“What are you doing up there?”

A small cat at the uppermost branches of a tree wouldn’t draw a lot of attention. The fact the animal crackled with fire certainly would. Glancing around Edward didn’t see anyone on the streets. Apparently rich people didn’t have time to walk down their well manicured sidewalks they were too busy raking in their billions.

Not that he was bitter about the split with his wealthy family or anything.

A family that laughed when he said he wanted to be a cop and tossed him out when they realized he wasn’t kidding. Police didn’t belong in a magical family who thrived on theft and deception. As far as they were concerned Edward had turned traitor by going the straight and narrow path.

“Here kitty, kitty,” Edward said in a sing song voice. On that famous family tree were more than one siren giving the ordinary policeman a few extraordinary abilities.

“Meow.”

Edward sighed. “I’ll catch you.”

The hell cat crackled on the branch a bit more, charring the innocent tree and making Edward wince at the damage. As soon as the stupid animal came down he could pull up his limited fae abilities and heal the poor plant.

“Meow.”

“Dammit, you’re going to make me come up there aren’t you?”

He hated doing it but he couldn’t let the hellcat stay on the tree, possibly catching it on fire if it lost its temper or became even more distressed. A distressed hellcat could bring down a city. He’d be damned if it burned down his city.

Glancing around again and not seeing any occupants Edward accessed the one power he hated above all others…flying. Scared of heights, he held a great deal of sympathy for the pathetic cat. Taking a deep breath Edward released his hold upon the earth and let the breeze carry him up to the flaming creature.

When he reached the branch holding the cat he held out his arms. “Come on?”

The cat looked at the ground and then at Edward.

“Don’t ask.”

If he didn’t know better he’d think the cat understood him but that was ridiculous. Hellcats were the lowest of the demon pool. This one probably was brought over by a newby wizard who promptly let the little thing escape.

The cat reached out a paw but then jerked it back before he touched Edward.

Impatient and getting nervous about his ability to keep the same height for long, Edward snatched the cat off the tree bracing himself for claws.

A low purr was the only response. Pleased with his victory Edward floated back down to earth letting out a sigh when his heels touched the ground.

The cat gave a soft meow when Edward finally was all the way down again.

“No. I’m not putting you down. You can’t burn me, my great-great-grandmother was an ice witch.” One of the many immunities granted him at birth. Edward might not have any strong abilities or a tendency towards any particular branch magic but his jack-of-all-trades approach worked for him. On the outside he looked like a normal human but on the inside there were barely a few completely human genes to rub together.

“We’ll take you home and then I’ll call a friend of mine to come check you out.”

He’d call Fields his demonology expert. Fields would know what to do with a flaming cat who needed to return to hell. As turned and headed towards his apartment, Edward waved his hand and muttered a few words. He heard the tree’s whispered thank you as he walked away.

Let’s Pretend it’s Monday

It’s been a busy week, you know like every other week. I’ve been horrible at keeping up with my blog lately.

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A sleek, glossy raven flew into the cave. It landed on a pile of jewels, cawed then fished out a ruby.

“Don’t think because you’re my mate you can take all my prettiest jewels.” Rhaegar scolded.

“He doesn’t think it. He knows it.” Blake strolled up to him, bare-chested and carrying a coffee mug. Steam trailed upwards. Following Rhaegar’s gaze Blake handed the cup over.

“Thanks, mate.” They both watched as the raven ignored then and continued to rifle through Rhaegar’s shiniest gems.

“You do know he’s going to ignore you.” Blake held out his arm. The black, feathered head popped up. A minute later the bird flapped its wings and flew over to Blake landing on his arm. The raven tilted its head and examined Blake with an intelligent gaze.

Rhaegar leaned over to meet the crow’s gaze. “Our new bed came in.”

The bird hopped down. A few minutes later the bird transformed into a beautiful man with dark hair and matching eyes.

“There you are.” Blake wrapped his arms around Leif. “You are a very pretty bird but I prefer the human version.”

Leif tilted his head up for his kiss.

Rhaegar watched his mate’s kiss. While they were occupied he ran his hands down their bare backs taking the chill of their skin. His mates were sweet but didn’t have a dragon’s inner fire to keep them warm.

Leif stepped away from Blake and leapt into Rhaegar’s arms. He grinned up at Rhaegar. “You have the prettiest rubies.”

Rhaegar kissed Leif on the nose. “It’s like being mated to a little dragon,” he grumbled. “At least Blake won’t take my hoard.”

Blake grinned. “I don’t know. I can probably hock a bunch of this stuff and life like a king.”

Rhaegar spit a cloud of smoke at his mate.

Blake coughed, waving his hand to clear the air. “That was mean.”

Leif laughed. “You did have it coming.”

Blake kissed Rhaegar’s cheek. “Grumpy dragon.”

“Where’s the bed?” Leif slid to his feet.

Rhaegar took one hand and Blake too the other. Between them they led Leif into the adjoining cavern.

“Oh! It’s gorgeous.” In the middle of the room stood a round bed with crows and wolves engraved on all sides.

“There aren’t any dragons.” Leif crouched down to examine it from all sides. “There should be dragons.”

Rhaegar smiled. “Little bird, you and Blake gave up everything to live in a cave with me here. I think that is enough dragon.”

Blake threw himself onto the bed. “You’re right Leif, this bed is missing a dragon.”

Leif joined Blake on the bed, snuggling up to his side. He held out his arms and made grabby hands. “Come here dragon. Let’s fix this oversight.”

Rhaegar grinned and stripped off his clothes. “Anything for my mates.”