Wednesday, February 24, 2021

First peek of my new wolf shifter romance

 Midsummer, or, as most of the pack called it, matesummer. Raine watched the vehicles pulling onto the grounds. Large motorhomes, SUVs packed with members of other packs flooding their lands for the gathering. Resting his cheek against the bark of the tree he was sitting in, Raine grumbled a stream of curses, a nearby squirrel angrily chattering his own stream of profanities back at him.

“Why does it always….have to be.…a tree?” Huffing and grumbling proceeded his brother, Noah’s appearance beside him, a sour expression on his face as he gripped the branch overhead.

Shrugging, Raine looked away from his annoyed gaze, and back towards the impending invasion. As soon as they got settled, all of their scents would be filling their lands and lingering for weeks afterwards. “I like trees.”

“I like trees too, to pee on, not to climb. We’re wolves, and wolves are supposed to keep their feet on the ground.”

“There are exceptions to all things.”

“Uh-huh.”

“What are you doing here, Noah? Shouldn’t you be curled up with Evan and Holden in your little love nest.”

He knew he’d failed to keep the bitterness out of his voice the moment his brother’s eyes narrowed at him and wolf amber momentarily replaced the gray.

“And yet I’m here. I wonder why that is.”

“That’s what I’m asking you.”

“I came to deliver a message, not that you’ll care. That big brown and white wolf from the northwestern pack is looking for you. I believe he said his name was Gabriel.”

For a moment, Raine couldn’t breathe. It was like Noah had sucked all the air out of the forest and left him digging claws into the branch of the tree to ground himself.

“How’d he look?” Raine managed to grit out between clenched teeth.

“At first glance you’d never know he was in a fight that nearly killed him.”

“No one asked him to do that.”

“With the way he was always watching you and following after you, there was no way anyone was going to tell him not to.”

Sighing, Raine scrubbed a hand over his face, shoulder beginning to ache from how heavily he was leaning against the trunk. Butterflies and fear warred in his belly, clenched tight to keep from vomiting up his last meal. He was not going to think about the gathering two years past, or the mistake he’d nearly made in allowing himself to be claimed.

“Saw him struggle to lift his backpack with his left arm. It’s a wonder he can use it at all. I was certain he was going to lose it, with as mangled as it was.”

“Shut up, Noah.”

Of course his brother didn’t listen. That was part of his charm, he was stubborn that way, always had been, even back when they were young pups and Raine steadfastly refused to have anything to do with their father, Noah’s mother, or the rest of their siblings. Alone. Scared. Grieving over the death of his mother, he’d become a snarling, feral thing, living in the small apartment at the back of the house that he and his mother had lived in for as long as he could remember. He’d bitten everyone that approached, until Noah.

“My guess is he was still rehabbing it last year, which was why he didn’t show up to the gathering then,” Noah continued on, as if Raine hadn’t interrupted. “You should talk to him. It’s the least you can do.”

His brother was right, not that he planned to listen. Nearly going down that road once was bad enough. Never again. His mother had taught him better.

“He was alone, if that helps any. No mating marks on his wrists either, so it’s safe to say he’s still single.”

“So.”

“Stop pretending you don’t give a shit and take the second chance you’re being offered. I doubt you’ll get a third one.”

“Why can’t you stop meddling and drop it. For fuck’s sake, Noah, I’m not interested!”

“Could have fooled me, what with the way you called to check on him every day after he first went home.”

“And then I stopped, which should tell you something.”

“Yeah, that you’re clinging to an irrational notion put in your head by an irrational woman, who…”

“Do not talk about my mom!”

“Why! Afraid of hearing the truth?”

Snarling, Raine ripped a furrow in the wood. “Leave Noah, before I forget how much I love you and throw you out of this tree.”

“You’re ruining your life, you know that, right?”

“No. Taking a mate and trusting that I would be their one and only would be ruining my life. I won’t do it, Noah, and I wish you’d stop asking me too.”

“I’ll stop asking when you come to your senses and see that there is room in our hearts to love more than one person,” Noah insisted, not for the first time. In fact, he was sick of hearing it.

“Not equally.”

“Bullshit!”

“Do you really believe Evan and Holden love you as much as they love each other?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then you’re a fool. They had three years together before they met you. Three years of memories, moments and promises. No matter what you do, you can never catch up. It will never be equal.”

“If that’s all you think love is then I pity you, Raine, I really do.”

The look on Noah’s face, disappointed, sad, left Raine momentarily upset that he’d put it there. Until he thought about his mother, her tears, the way she’d looked in the mirror, asking what was wrong with her that his father couldn’t love her. Asking why she’d never be enough. He’d spent his early years with a broken ghost who’d hug him one moment and scream at him for wanting to play with his siblings the next.

He’ll drown you the moment I’m not around to protect you, she’d rage, grabbing him by the arm, shaking him hard enough his teeth clacked together. Sometimes she’d forget her strength, or claws, leaving deep, bleeding marks in his upper arm or accidently dislocating it. It had happened so many times he could do it at will now. A constant reminder of her pain.

“I don’t want your pity.”

“No, you never want anything, do you?” Noah glanced away from him, over to the slowly filling grove where the gathering would take place.

“Wrong, I want to be left alone.”

“Fine, wish granted, but I want you to remember this moment in ten years, when you’re alone and sorry you blew your opportunity with someone who really and truly loves you.”

With those final words hanging in the air between them, Noah lowered himself to the ground, shifted, shook himself and disappeared into the forest. Asshole! He’d be the one to see, in ten years, when he was living in an add on apartment or back at mom and dads after his two mates decided there was no longer room for him in the relationship.

If only there was a way to insure a pairing would never become a tri-bond. Then he’d happily go to Gabriel and explore the possibilities.

Another idea took hold then, as he watched awnings popping up on campers and people pitching tents. Maybe he should go to Gabriel anyway, talk to him and get it out of his system. Maybe they’d prove to be incompatible and he could stop daydreaming about what it would be like to finally belong to someone. Hell, maybe he was just looking for Raine to curse him out about the fight. Hearing Gabriel say he hated him would go along way towards helping him to stop dreaming about the man.

Decision made, he dove off the branch, summersaulting twice before hitting the ground in a crouch, sniffing.

Rabbit, squirrel, skunk, deer, moss, dirt, pine, rotting leaves, cinnamon…

Cinnamon?

That didn’t belong out here.

Nutmeg, dough, sugar…

Those definitely didn’t belong out here.  




Saturday, February 13, 2021

Rainbow Snippet 2/13/2021


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“So whose in the mood for what?”

“I could go for a sub,” Owen replied.

“Ditto,” Crowley added.

“I can work with that.” Brooks said. “Order me a chicken bacon BLT please.”

“Eight inch or twelve?”

Crowley’s question brought a snicker from Owen, and it must have hit Crowley how it could have been taken, because he added a few chuckles of his own.

“Is this the part where I’m supposed to say that at least one stereotype you might have heard about black men rings true?” Brooks remarked, turning with a pitcher of iced tea in his hands, curious to see their reactions.

Owen’s mouth dropped open, and there was no way to miss the way his eyes roved up and down Brooks’ body. Well now, that was interesting. Crowley’s response was more subdued, just the raise of an eyebrow and a wicked smirk before he dialed the number.


Friday, February 5, 2021

Rainbow Snippet from a brand new WIP


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From a WIP so knew it doesn't have a name yet, the MC, Crow, has just retired from cage fighting, and he's not handling it well. 

“You do know the definition of retirement, right?”

Rolling his eyes, Crow resisted the urge to flip Neil off. The only thing that stopped him was that the guy knew about a hundred and fifty painful and unique ways to break, dislocate, or mangle a finger.

“I know the definition of retirement.”

“And yet, you’ve conveniently found some reason to drop by every day this week.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Crow searched for the words to explain that not knowing what was next was slowly driving him insane. Waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, because in his dreams, Chuck had tipped the microphone his way, asked the question and the world literally fuckin’ froze while waiting for him to answer, was driving him out of his god damned mind.

“I think I’ve made a colossal mistake,” Crow admitted, and holy shit, he could breath again. He could exhale without feeling like a rhino was sitting on his chest.

“Thank you! It’s about time you figured that out. I’ll pencil you back into the training rotation and get on the phone with FWF so they can find an opponent for you.”

“Thanks, but, that’s not the mistake I was talking about.”