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“You’re pregnant, Graham.”

 Wow. Life has tossed Graham a lot of curveballs, but he never expected to hear those words. Then, just as Graham and his fated mate, Hyden, are getting used to that amazing news, someone from Graham’s past returns and kidnaps him, threatening the very future they want to build. Turns out Graham is an Oletti, a bloodline of wolf shifters that seems to be part of an ancient prophecy, one that speaks of a hidden magical spring of water that can restore the earth and all that is in it. A power some would kill to possess. Except, in the wrong hands, it can also turn humans and shifters totally away from what, and who, they truly love, tearing families and even fated mates apart.

 Unfortunately, Hyden has been forced to drink this water so no one is coming to rescue Graham. It’s now up to him to not only save himself, his unborn child and his fated mate, but very possibly the world as they know it. But superhero capes are hard to come by and he never liked himself much in tights. Still, with the help of his Oletti powers, this should be something he can do, right? Oh, Great Wolf, let this be something I can do...

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ONCE UPON A WOLF

COMING APRIL 11

Blurb: 

Hawk is alone, hiding from the world, living in a tiny, rickety cabin his grandfather built. He has few supplies and fewer yet of the skills needed to survive on his own, but because of what he did, because of what his father caused him to do… well, there’s just no other choice.

But then one day “Ghost” shows up. A large lone wolf who begins to “take care of” Hawk. He brings him game, he protects him from predators, and he even pulls him from a raging river. He is Hawk’s only friend and Hawk begins to talk to ghost as if he is human and can understand.

Except Ghost isn’t human.

Yes, Ghost has filled a void in Hawk’s life, and he is very grateful, but he is a wolf and Hawk needs the company of a human. In fact, Hawk is desperately lonely, to the point he even tells Ghost he longs for the touch of a man, the first time he has ever said such a wicked thing out loud.

Then one full-moon night a large, beautiful naked man breaks into the cabin and grabs Hawk, looming over him like he wants to eat him alive. At first Hawk is terrified, but then he realizes the stranger has Ghost’s amazing golden eyes... 

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Coming April 11 - Once Upon a Wolf

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Blurb:

Hawk is alone, hiding from the world, living in a tiny, rickety cabin his grandfather built. He has few supplies and fewer yet of the skills needed to survive on his own, but because of what he did, because of what his father caused him to do… well, there’s just no other choice.

But then one day “Ghost” shows up. A large lone wolf who begins to “take care of” Hawk. He brings him game, he protects him from predators, and he even pulls him from a raging river. He is Hawk’s only friend and Hawk begins to talk to ghost as if he is human and can understand.

Except Ghost isn’t human.

Yes, Ghost has filled a void in Hawk’s life, and he is very grateful, but he is a wolf and Hawk needs the company of a human. In fact, Hawk is desperately lonely, to the point he even tells Ghost he longs for the touch of a man, the first time he has ever said such a wicked thing out loud.

Then one full-moon night a large, beautiful naked man breaks into the cabin and grabs Hawk, looming over him like he wants to eat him alive. At first Hawk is terrified, but then he realizes the stranger has Ghost’s amazing golden eyes... 

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Once Upon a Wolf - Excerpt

Hawk

The door to his cabin slammed open.

Hawk shot up on the bed and spotted a man standing in the doorway. Back-lit by the full moon, Hawk could tell the man was huge.

The man was also naked, carrying something in one hand.

And he was growling.

Hawk was on his feet but there was nowhere to run. The only escape was through the very door the large man was standing in. Thinking briefly about it now, March had made a big mistake not putting in a second way out of the cabin.

“What do you want?” Hawk cried out. He was frightened now, silently praying for the wolf to return and save him one more time.

“Ghost…want Hawk…” came the reply as the man’s nose went up, sniffing the air.

Had he heard the stranger correctly? The words were slurred, as if the man who said them had been deep in the cider. “W… what?”

The man took a step into the cabin, then shut the door. “Want – Hawk.”

His words were clearer, as if saying them for the second time was easier. A thought started to form. “Who…who are you?”

With the door closed and the bright moonlight blocked out, Hawk could begin to see slight details on the stranger. The low light of the fireplace helped with that along with the same bright moonlight pouring in from some of the small windows. Dark hair, and lots of it. Not only on the top of his head, but on his chest. Wide chest and thick thighs and just a hint of something large sticking out from in front of him.

The man pointed to himself. “Ghost,” he said. Then he pointed to Hawk and took another step toward him. “Hawk.”

Could it be? No! He had to be hallucinating. This man could, in no way, be Ghost, the wolf. Had he truly changed into a man? Exactly what Hawk had been wishing for all this time? Wishes of that magnitude just did not come true. They couldn’t. It was not sane to even think about.

But, of course, Hawk had never been accused of being sane anyway. Quite the opposite, in fact. Not only that, but the man smelled like Ghost. That wonderful heady amazing fragrance was Ghost. But…how? Except Ghost had magic so…maybe.

Or he could be dreaming.

He noticed Ghost was carrying something, a container of some kind. It actually looked familiar. Then he remembered. It was one that Hawk had seen that very afternoon.

The jelly? Oh! It was the jelly!

“How…” But Rufus and Jeremiah had been in a hurry to leave as well. Perhaps they were unable to grab the container when they did. It also proved that this was indeed Ghost.

Ghost dropped the container and came forward, taking a hold of Hawk’s shoulders. “Fingers,” he said, his stubbly face coming near as he bent over Hawk. “Fingers,” he repeated in a whisper as he moved his hands down Hawk’s arms, then up his back, pulling Hawk close. Hawk hadn’t really thought about the fact Ghost had skin of his own until that moment. It was glorious. Hawk wrapped his arms around Ghost and leaned against the bigger man. The skin on skin had an immediate effect on Hawk, one that wasn’t missed by Ghost. Hawk heard him inhale as he grabbed the hair at the back of Hawk’s head, while the other hand engulfed Hawk’s right nether cheek. “Hawk is mate.” He growled again. “Hawk is mine!”

Once Upon a Wolf

Hawk is alone, hiding from the world, living in a tiny, rickety cabin his grandfather built. He has few supplies and fewer yet of the skills needed to survive on his own, but because of what he did, because of what his father caused him to do… well, there’s just no other choice.

But then one day “Ghost” shows up. A large lone wolf who begins to “take care of” Hawk. He brings him game, he protects him from predators, and he even pulls him from a raging river. He is Hawk’s only friend and Hawk begins to talk to ghost as if he is human and can understand.

Except Ghost isn’t human.

Even so, Ghost has filled a void in Hawk’s life, and he is very grateful, but he is a wolf and Hawk needs the company of a human. In fact, Hawk is desperately lonely, to the point he even tells Ghost he longs for the touch of a man, the first time he has ever said such a wicked thing out loud.

Then one full-moon night a large, beautiful naked man breaks into the cabin and grabs Hawk, looming over him like he wants to eat him alive. At first Hawk is terrified, but then he realizes the stranger has Ghost’s amazing golden eyes... 

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Once Upon a Wolf - A First Shifters Story

(Former working title "Hawk's Spirit")

(Spirit's name has been changed to Ghost)

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This was the first winter Hawk spent by himself. Thankfully it had been a mild one. He had brought as many supplies with him as he could when he came to the cabin three months earlier. Even so, sooner or later he was going to have to consider venturing back into that small town at the bottom of the mountain, the town he came from, to buy more. Even though doing something like that might be a death sentence. 

But meat, he had been under the belief, he could provide for himself.

Not that he was a great hunter. Quite the opposite. At least that was what his old man had said countless times and to anyone who would listen.

“That kid got no aim. No aim at all. Totally worthless piece of shit, that boy.”

No, March Grayson was not proud of his son in any form, shape or matter. And that was even before the man learned Hawk had no attraction to women. Prior to that, Hawk could count on getting a beating for every tiny infraction, of which were countless. A good number of those infringements were unavoidable. As in how much work Hawk could possibly get done all by himself in the morning before March got up. In most cases, if all the chores were not complete, if there was anything left for March at all, Hawk could count on receiving some bruises. And Hawk learned early on, he only got a worse beating if he outran the old man, which was easy to do, since the only real physical activity March got was kicking Hawk’s ass.

Then there was March’s craziness.

“Milk the oldest cow first, idiot. How stupid can you be?”

When Hawk attempted to avoid March's wrath by complying, March changed his mind.

“Why the fuck you milking that old cow first for? You don’t fucking listen to me, boy!”

But, of course, it never mattered that he would follow the old man’s insane directions or not. There were always problems. From too much rain, or too little, to it being too cold in the house, to the missing chicken leg out of the icebox that March himself ate in a drunken haze, somehow it was always Hawk’s fault. 

“You’re too fucking stupid, boy. You got shit for brains.”

“Came from you, didn’t I? I am your fucking son, after all!”

However, talking back earned him not only a beating. The old fucker cut his meals off for two solid days. According to his father he was an ungrateful son of a bitch and he was damn lucky he didn’t sell Hawk’s sorry ass into slavery.

But after his father caught him canoodling with a neighbor boy, his father’s word, not Hawk’s, the old fart couldn’t even look at Hawk much less touch him.

Which was just fine with him.

Hawk moved out after that, finding sanctuary with Tom Meyer, the man who owned the feed mill. He worked his ass off for old man Meyer for room and board, living above the mill in a tiny, dusty room. Thankfully the fact he was “not right in the head” didn’t follow him since his father had a reputation to uphold. How do you explain your one and only son turning evil and immoral? He might just lose his status down at the local bar if anyone important found out the truth. Hell, they might think March, himself, was something unnatural. The asshole wasn’t too happy with the fact Hawk was no longer free labor or a handy punching bag. But evidently that was easier to explain to his drinking partners than taking the risk of having something sinful and sick lurking under his roof.

Again, just fine with Hawk. As fucked up as his life had been, he had no love for the man who had once claimed him as son.

A man who was dead and gone now. Murdered, some might say.

Hawk shivered.

Water under the bridge.

Hawk stoked the fire in the outdoor fire pit. He had skinned, gutted and skewered the rabbits and was slowly roasting them, allowing the aroma to spread far and wide. He knew that was probably unwise as well, attracting far more sinister creatures than Hawk was prepared for. But other than that morning, he hadn’t caught sight of Ghost all day. He found he was missing the big animal’s company. Plus, Hawk was hoping to share the gift.

Suddenly he heard a rustling noise in the woods to his left near the cabin. He rose to his feet expecting Ghost to come padding into the clearing, but it wasn’t the wolf. Instead it was a very large grizzly.

 “Oh no,” Hawk whispered regretting he had not been more cautious. The second he thought about the fact he might have been doing something less than intelligent, like personally inviting a monster bear to dinner, he should have brought his gun closer. Right now, his rifle was laying up against the wall near the front door, about twenty feet away. Hawk knew that if he dashed for it, the bear would attack. But it appeared like he wasn’t going to have much of a choice since the bear knew exactly where he needed to come in order to consume the meal it had smelled, and now it had spotted Hawk. This early in the season the bear had to be a male; probably just out of hibernation and hungry. The problem was, the rabbits would only whet its appetite. In fact, the bear most likely wasn’t even thinking about rabbits for dinner anymore. 

Because Hawk was now on the menu.

As the bear lumbered quickly toward him, Hawk began to step back. He knew he would never make it to his gun since he had to run toward the bear to get it, but it was his only hope.

Unexpectedly, Ghost burst from the forest with a terrifying howl, leaped to the back of the bear, and ferociously bit into the bear’s neck. As shocked as Hawk was, he realized he now had time to get to his gun. He turned from the fight just as he saw the bear pitch itself around, flipping Ghost with him. Hawk grabbed his weapon and whipped around, Ghost now underneath the bear, a large paw holding him to the ground. The bear’s enormous jaws had opened and were descending on the wolf.

Even knowing his poor accuracy record, Hawk still aimed and shot toward the bear, hoping to frighten it away at best and gain its attention at least.

But the bear scarcely glanced at Hawk, too caught up in dealing out death to Hawk’s precious Ghost. However, the blast made it hesitate, and in that instant, Ghost was somehow able to fight off the huge paw that held him down. On his feet, Ghost put himself in-between the bear and Hawk, once again lunging for the neck of the animal. It was almost as if Ghost’s intent was to protect him. But even a wolf the size of Ghost could not possibly hold off that gigantic and hungry of a bear. And in answer to Hawk’s frantic thought, the grizzly twisted its body and threw a thick arm around Ghost’s middle. Pulling tight, it knocked the air right out of Ghost, making him vulnerable again to the bear’s powerful jaws.   

Hawk had only one more second to save his friend.

Running closer as he leveled his gun, this time aiming for the grizzly’s head, Hawk squeezed off another round. But instead of the fatal shot he had hoped for, Hawk missed and only ripped an ear.

Thankfully, it was enough.

The bear let out a pained roar and gave up the fight. It lumbered off into the black forest, bellowing its agony.

Hawk ran for Ghost who dropped to the ground.

“Ghost! Ghost, are you all right?”

He was bleeding in several places but none of them appeared life threatening. Still, Hawk needed to get him to safety. The bear sounded like it had scurried up the mountain but there was no guarantee it would stay gone.

Hawk gazed into those beautiful eyes that seemed to understand Hawk was trying to help him. “I’m going to get you inside the cabin,” he announced. Ghost huffed and closed his golden eyes. Hawk smiled as he removed his coat and spread it on the ground. Next, he moved Ghost as gently as he could to rest on top of it. “You’re too big for me to carry. But I think I can pull you. Try not to move too much.”

It took only a few minutes to get Ghost safely inside the cabin and near the crackling fireplace. Hawk added more wood to brighten the darkness, so he could better assess the wounds. Surprisingly, the bleeding had all but stopped, as if the wolf had called upon some magic healing power. Hawk still cleaned the cuts and scratches gently and thoroughly, though, marveling that Ghost allowed it even after Hawk knew there were at least a few times his ministrations had to be painful. After wrapping the worst of the wounds, Hawk sat back. “There. Good as new,” Hawk declared into the quiet of the cabin. Once again Ghost huffed but stayed still.

“Want something to eat? We still got those rabbits you caught cooking over the fire. I suppose it’s what brought the bear.” Ghost whined at that. Hawk chuckled. “Yeah, not the smartest thing I’ve done. Rabbits may be more than well done, too, at this point, but still edible.” Hawk waited as if the wolf would answer. Then, not even receiving a “huff” Hawk rose and headed back outside to grab the skewer of meat. When he returned to the fireplace the wolf had sat up as if he indeed had understood. Hawk smiled as he grabbed a large plate from the kitchen and sat on the floor in front of Ghost, setting the steaming rabbits on the plate to cool. After a couple of minutes, he tore off a portion of one and handed it to Ghost.

Ghost gazed at him with what could only be thankfulness in those eyes. He cocked his head, then nosed the meat back at Hawk as if saying Hawk needed to take the first bite. In wonder, Hawk did just that. He bit off a morsel into his mouth then once again held the piece toward the wolf. This time Ghost took it, gently, from Hawk’s hand, gulping it down, as Hank pulled another portion of the meat from the skewer. With every piece Hawk took, he offered another to the wolf. Finally, full and content, Hawk gave the rest over to the wolf.

“I’m full. Thank you for providing the meal. Thank you, also, for sharing it with me.”

The wolf glanced up at Hawk and damn, if there wasn’t that smile again.

Excerpt from HAWK'S SPIRIT - The First Shifters Series

Ever wonder how the first Wolf Shifter came to be? 

Working Blurb: 

Hawk is alone, hiding from the world, living in a tiny, rickety cabin his grandfather built. He has few supplies and fewer yet needed skills to survive on his own but because of what he did, because of what his father caused him to do… well, there’s just no other choice.

But then one day “Spirit” shows up. A large lone wolf who begins to “take care of” Hawk. He brings him game, he protects him from predators, and he even pulls him from a raging river. And Hawk has begun to talk to Spirit as if he is human and can understand.

Except Spirit isn’t human.

Yes, Spirit has filled a void in Hawk’s life, and he is very grateful, but he is a wolf and Hawk needs the company of a human. In fact, Hawk is desperately lonely, to the point he even tells Spirit he longs for the touch of a man, the first time he has ever said such a wicked thing out loud.

Then one full-moon night there is a large, beautiful naked man at the cabin door claiming he is Spirit. At first Hawk is terrified but then he realizes the stranger has Spirit’s amazing golden eyes... 

Chapter One

He was a lone wolf. After those first few times seeing him, Hawk figured he had to be. The animal certainly was big enough to survive alone. Obviously strong, stealth. Even though those eyes were beautiful, eerily golden, they seemed defiant, alpha-like. His thick coat was very dark, even black, but still Hawk called him Spirit. The name came from how fast the wolf could move because he would suddenly be there, standing and silently watching. And then, just as suddenly, be gone.

Spirit had been hanging around the cabin for a number of weeks now. He wouldn’t come close but Hawk did not mistake that for being timid. He didn’t even think it was caution. Hawk knew the wolf was fully aware he could rip out Hawk’s throat long before he even aimed his gun, much less squeezed the trigger. So, no, it wasn’t any form of fear on the wolf’s part.

Hawk actually had the belief the wolf was trying hard not to scare him.

And, honestly, it truly had been tense that first time Hawk saw Spirit. Hawk had finally been able to bring down a small deer and had dragged it to the cabin where he gutted and cleaned it. There was still snow on the ground and it had been Hawk’s first real kill out there all by himself and he had not been careful. Young and fucking stupid, his father would say. Not that he really cared anymore for what that ass hole had ever thought. Still, the blood trail he left could have been followed by a blind man.

Spirit really had been fierce that day, baring his particularly sharp canines, growling and howling, doing a little dance all around the perimeter as if he would attack at any moment. Except he stuck to the edge of the woods, never coming all the way into the small clearing where the cabin and Hawk were. As nervous as Hawk had been that he had unwelcome company, he eventually went about his business of butchering the deer. If Hawk was going to die then he would die. But if the wolf let him live he was going to need the meat. He offered the entrails to the wolf, not that he looked hungry in the least. He just figured if he shared the bounty he might end the day alive.

And he did.

Hawk wasn’t sure if the wolf ate the offering or not, he never saw him do it, but the mess was gone the next morning.

When Spirit showed up a few days later, Hawk once again offered him raw meat. This time Hawk watched as the wolf sniffed at it, picked it up, seemed to nod in Hawk’s direction, then it loped off into the deep woods.

Huh, Hawk remembered thinking. I just might have made a friend.

For the next several days the wolf continued to visit but stayed to the edge of the woods. He seemed to be watching Hawk’s every move as he chopped wood for the fireplace, did minor repairs on the cabin and attempted to hunt small game.

Spirit even followed when Hawk checked his traps. Unfortunately, Hawk really had no idea how to be a trapper. His old man had the traps hanging in the barn so Hawk had taken them. The small amount of money he was able to find wouldn’t last long so trapping and being able to offer animal hides for trade, would be his only means of support.

Day after day, the wolf would come and sit at the edge of the forest to the point Hawk looked for him each morning. He would nod in acknowledgement, and the wolf seemed to do the same. Most of the time Hawk would go about his chores of surviving another day in the wilderness but sometimes he would just stand and stare at the wolf. He was simply gorgeous and something amazing to look at. Hawk was even finding himself wanting to get closer. What did his fur feel like? Would those shoulders really come to Hawk’s waist? But each time Hawk would try, Spirit would disappear.

After they were well into the third week of the wolf being an off and on again companion, and after yet another disappointing string of empty traps, Hawk stopped and regarded the wolf. He, too, had stopped and was standing about ten feet away, the closest he had ever come.

It was probably just a symptom of his isolation, or maybe he really was as crazy as his old man had kept telling him, but Hawk began to talk to the wolf as if he could understand.

“Well, Spirit, another tripped and empty trap but not any blood as if it were set off on purpose. It’s almost as if the animals know what this is and how it works. Do you think something like that is possible?”

The wolf only turned to him, cocked his head to the side and sat.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Hawk chuckled. “I have to tell you, though. This is mighty suspicious. I haven’t gotten anything in my traps. They’ve been like this since I came up here which is a little problematic because that deer I took won’t last forever.”

Spirit chuffed as if in agreeance.

“I’ve certainly seen plenty of fox. Maybe you have, too? That tells me there’s game. Hell, these tracks tell me that.” Hawk sighed. “However, I won’t fill my belly by continuing to stare at bare traps.” Hawk shook his head. “But I might just as well pretend they’ll yield something in the future and reset them.”

Which Hawk did. He walked from trap to trap and reset them, being careful to wipe away his scent on each one, even though he wore thick gloves, explaining every detail to the wolf. When he arrived back to his cabin he turned to see that Spirit had once again stopped at the entrance to the forest.

“Come on. There’s still meat. I’ll share.” Hawk wondered if he stood his ground this time, if he could somehow get next to the wolf. Something in him strongly yearned to simply touch him, gaze closer into those golden eyes, feel his breath on his face.

Spirit took a step, glanced around quickly before taking a few more. He gazed up at Hawk as he very slowly padded toward him. Hawk’s heart was beating hard. He wasn’t sure what the wolf had in mind. Probably not the same thing Hawk did although he didn’t think the animal meant him harm. He also didn’t appear hungry. But, a free meal was a free meal.

Except the wolf stopped and sat about halfway. After a few moments, Hawk smiled. It was clear Spirit wrote his own rules and Hawk’s desire to be nearer to the large animal was not going to be granted this time. If ever. When it was apparent Spirit was not going to give him another inch, Hawk turned, walked over to the large tin lock box near the front door, undid the lock, reached inside and pulled out another venison slab covered in cloth. He unwrapped it and walked slowly toward the wolf, holding the meat out in front of him.

“Like I said, Spirit. This deer was small to begin with and I had to go pretty far into the woods to get it. I’m just lost as to why, even though there seems to be game, I can’t find it in this part of the forest.”

He stopped ten feet from Spirit, keeping his eye on the beautiful animal, then laid the chunk of meat down on the melting snow.

“But no matter. I’ll still share.”

Amazingly, the wolf seemed to chuckle, shaking his head. Hawk couldn’t help but believe Spirit just might have been amazed Hawk had once again given him meat.

Or fucking stupid.

But Spirit still walked up to the offering after Hawk stepped back and sniffed the piece of venison. He had glanced up at Hawk with what Hawk thought looked an awful lot like gratitude. Then he picked up the chunk and trotted back into the woods.

Hawk had been disappointed he hadn’t gotten closer but wondered if indeed the wolf actually understood that Hawk was sharing not from bounty but from poverty. 

That thought truly hit home when the next morning there had been two fat rabbits lying dead on his doorstep. Hawk had quickly scanned the forest’s edge to find the wolf. Sure enough, Spirit had been there watching him. With what he knew had to be shock on his face, Hawk pointed at the rabbits, trying to ask the wolf if he had provided them. The wolf seemed to nod. Then he turned and once again disappeared leaving Hawk to contemplate the fact that the damn wolf looked like he had actually smiled at him.

Hawk nodded then, too, picking up the unexpected welcome gift. “Thank you,” he called out, hoping the wolf was still within ear shot. Not that he thought Spirit would totally understand him but he was getting the impression the wolf comprehended a whole lot more than really should have been possible.

And it made him happy. It meant he was no longer alone.

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GHOST WOLF

BLURB:

Hi, my name is Trevor. I’m a wolf shifter. I say that like I know what I’m talking about. I don’t. I was simply running off a ton of steam one day when I was about eleven and bam! Okay, not quite that easy or fast but it happened when I was young and stupid. I’m also gay. I say that like I know what I’m talking about with that too. I simply don’t.

I’m grown up now and living in the big city which has me too busy to much care about either one of those things. I get out and run my wolf when I can, trying like hell to stay out of the local pack’s territories. Belonging to a “family” just sounds like too much work. I honestly don’t have time for such things. Besides, I was told when I was young the color of my wolf was all wrong. Too silver I guess. Metallic. I thought it looked cool in the full moon. “An Alpha would kill ya soon as look at ya.” My grandpa used to say. Course he wasn't my real grandpa. Just an old man who lived down the street. But he was a shifter too and I thought he knew it all. He probably knew diddly shit either but a guy can’t be too careful.

So romance? Way off the radar.

But then someone started killing wolves. Started leaving lined up broken bodies all in a nice little row next to the high school in my home town and it got me to thinking. If a shifter is killed in his or her wolf state, does he/she stay that way? Were these dead wolves like me?

I had to see what I could do. Kind of like a super hero. Oh yeah. Probably forgot to tell you this. I can turn invisible.

Yep, Ghost Wolf to the rescue.

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Release Date - January 18, 2018

BLURB

Hi, my name is Trevor. I’m a wolf shifter. I say that like I know what I’m talking about. I don’t. I was simply running off a ton of steam one day when I was about eleven and bam! Okay, not quite that easy or fast but it happened when I was young and stupid. I’m also gay. I say that like I know what I’m talking about with that too. I don’t. Kind of figured it out though when I was more interested in what my best friend Timmy was doing to himself then I was in the pictures he was looking at while doing it. I think I was about the same age. So yeah, two things I knew I was as a kid but knew diddly shit about.

I’m grown up now and living in the big city which has me too busy to much care about either one of those things. I work my ass off every day to just pay the damn rent. I get out and run my wolf when I can, trying like hell to stay out of the local pack’s territories. Belonging to a “family” just sounds like too much work. I honestly don’t have time for such things. Besides, I was told when I was young the color of my wolf was all wrong. Too silver I guess. Metallic. I thought it looked cool in the full moon. “An Alpha would kill ya soon as look at ya.” My grandpa used to say. Course he wasn't my real grandpa. Just an old man who lived down the street. But he was a shifter too and I thought he knew it all. He probably knew diddly shit either but a guy can’t be too careful.

So romance? Way off the radar.

But then someone started killing wolves. Started leaving lined up broken bodies all in a row next to the high school in my home town. Thought that was pretty odd. Really? A school? How does something like that happen?

Anyway, got me to thinking. If a shifter is killed in his or her wolf state, does he/she stay that way? Were these dead wolves like me? The hell of it was, being a shifter wasn’t common knowledge. The police were only concerned that there might be an over-population of vicious wolves as opposed to who it was that was doing the killing. The killers seemed more the vicious creatures to me. But about the only charge the police could bring if they ever caught them was the illegal discharge of a firearm within city limits.

So it looked like I had to see what I could do. Kind of like a super hero. Oh yeah. Probably forgot to tell you this. I can turn invisible.

Yep, Ghost Wolf to the rescue.

Too bad I never really grew out of that “stupid” part of being young…

Ghost Wolf Release date!

Yes, Ghost Wolf is coming!

Release date: January 18, 2018

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Ghost Wolf Teaser

Signing the contract today with Painted Hearts Publishing

for GHOST WOLF!

Ghost Wolf update

I am very close to putting the words "The End" on this, which is good, because I am already at 93,000 words. Can't believe how long this one went. Still hoping to see this published this year. How about you?

An excerpt of Ghost Wolf

I changed it. Shocker, right? Anyway, here is the newer version for Chapter One

Chapter One

They were going to kill me. They were going to hunt me down and pull out all my innards. That's what grandpa said. But grandpa was like that. Kinda blunt and always to the point. Well, a point he wanted to make. Other times he was pretty vague. He had been a big influence on me when I was careening into my teenage years.

He wasn't really my grandpa, though. He was just some old man who had lived down the road but he had been a wolf shifter too, just like me, and he told me that was what they did to shifters without a pack. They killed them. I didn't have a pack. But it wasn’t my fault. It wasn't like I was kicked out or chose to go it alone or anything. My parents adopted me and I never really even knew I was a shifter until I was twelve. And until the old man told me, I never knew I was supposed to even have a pack.

But man, shifting? I thought I was going crazy that summer. I know I was acting a little weird too because I heard Mom whisper to one of her friends I was going through some major hormones. Yeah, right!  Fuck!  “Horror-mones,” more like. That first time I shifted totally through me for a loop. I ran as far into the woods as I could get, thanking God we actually lived in the country at the time, following some crazy need to be as far away from people as I could get. And I shifted. I had no clue what was happening to me, my body contorting and changing. It didn’t exactly hurt or anything, it just felt incredibly strange, like…letting loose, letting go.  Once I was shifted fully into my wolf form I felt free for the first time in my life. It felt so good!  I ran for hours. I killed for the first time too, a small rabbit. I saw it and I chased it and I caught and killed it. I drank its blood and then I ate it.

Then I threw it up.

Fuck.

I never killed again.

But even so, I was kind of proud.

           The shifting part? I didn't understand it. But I loved it. I spent a lot of time in the woods that summer. I think my mom thought I was probably "discovering myself" in a far different way then I really was. No, I was learning how awesome it was to simply run.

          That was when I met the old man.

          He had just made a kill himself and was muzzle deep when I ran right into him. I knocked him over and we both rolled. He came up snarling and snapping, blood and goo hanging from his fangs. Scared the hell out of me. I ran so fucking fast I had burn marks on my face from the crap I must have plowed through on my way out of the woods. I know he chased me but I ran far faster.

No one was as surprised as I was when later that same night he showed up, in human form, at my front door. Oh, I knew immediately it was him. I could smell him. He told me later he tracked me right to my house. He seemed to think I was stupid or something to allow for that.

He introduced himself to my mother, said he was a neighbor and simply decided to "get to know us". Turned out he lived just down the road. He eyed me a few times, almost feral-like, until my mother told me to get my ass into the kitchen and introduce myself. Fuck, I was scared!  I didn't know anyone else could do what I could do and suddenly here was another human who was also a wolf? How much fucking sense did that make?

Of course, it didn't make any sense I could do it either, but two of us? It made it that much more believable that I wasn’t insane and it may sound crazy but I wasn’t sure which was worse. Being insane and hoping I would grow out of it someday or really truly being able to turn into a wolf.

Being twelve the world just shouldn’t be that complicated.

Mom invited him to dinner a whole lot after that, said she felt sorry for him. Besides, he told some pretty tall tales. She said he reminded her of her old man, my real grandpa, who died before I was adopted, so I just sort a started calling the old man ‘grandpa’. He never once corrected me.

And he told me about being a shifter. Nope, we were not the only ones. There were plenty of “us” out there. He told me all kinds of things, even about shifter rules and shit. A lot of it I forgot, but some stuck with me, like the “they will kill you if you don’t have a pack” thing. He said it was why he rarely shifted anymore. Seems other wolves can smell you and track you. You have to be careful. Yeah. I get that now.

“But why kill a wolf without a pack?” I asked once.

“Because the alpha will look at a lone wolf as being competition for leadership. Alphas are fucking crazy that way.”

“So why wouldn’t they just make me a part of the pack?”

“Still could be a threat.”

I laughed. Yeah, me, a threat. I had been tiny back then. Even now, I stood all of five foot six, weighed maybe hundred ten on a good day under my mop of platinum hair and I’ve seen my wolf. Although I think I am a very pretty color, one I don’t think is normal for a wolf, I’m the same kind of “totally not impressive” there too. He asked me about it once, my wolf’s color, right after we met.

“What the fuck color are you, boy?”

“I…I don’t know…white I guess.”

“White my ass. Your…like a blue silver…or a black silver. Shimmery, like a ghost. I’ve never seen that before.”

“Is that…bad?’

“Probably. Color like that’s intimidating. Alpha would probably kill you just because of that.”

Fuck. I wanted to ask more but I was already feeling anxious about the no pack thing, already starting to look over my shoulder, vowing I would never shift again.

There was other shit too, like the alpha made all the rules and everyone in the pack had to submit. I was never any good at playing follow the leader. Pack initiation was another nightmare and I do mean that, literally. They all get to fuck you, he said. You come into a pack at the bottom rung and they all get to fuck you.

Now, I was only twelve, going on thirteen, but I had pretty much already figured out I wasn’t into girls. I had a friend at school named Timmy and he and I hung out a lot. We used to sit up in his room and whack off to pictures in a magazine Timmy swiped from his old man’s bedroom; pictures of naked big titted women, spreading their legs, looking kind of sleepy with their mouth’s all open and shit. Timmy used to be all bug eyed turning those pages and rubbing himself through his pants until he took his dick out. He would usually stop at the centerfold and pull it out to full length. By that time, he was hard and dripping.

“Oh fuck, Trevor, isn’t that the most awesome sight?” That’s what he would say to me. Every time. Then he would get real busy, moving his hand up and down his thick dick, rubbing the shiny pre-cum over the tip and down the sides, just staring at those pictures. I had to agree it really was an awesome sight, but it wasn’t the picture I was looking at. No, I got off on watching Timmy’s dick. I liked hearing Timmy’s moans as he got close to spurting. I liked watching the way he would jerk his hips in time with his hard and fast strokes. He would reach down and play with his balls too. I remembered wondering what it would feel like if Timmy did that to me. Sometimes late at night I would jack off imagining it was Timmy’s hands on me instead of my own.

Nope, girls didn’t do it for me. Not that Timmy did either, it was just that I liked looking at dicks.

But even so, I wasn’t too keen on having a whole pack fucking me and to tell you the truth, I didn’t know at that time how they could. I was a guy. There was nowhere to stick it, is what I thought. I mean, those magazines were somewhat explicit and were pretty much the extent of my sex education. Girls had a hole. I still had no idea how any of it would fit and I wasn’t all that convinced I would want to be putting my cock up inside anyone like that anyway.

But then at twelve, going on thirteen, the horror-moans were just kicking in so not a lot of things really ever did make much sense. Still scared the crap out of me.

“So gramps, did you ever belong to a pack?”

“Yep,” he said, “once.” I remembered he smiled a kind of bitter smile. But he wouldn’t talk about it. Something of course had to have happened to him. Maybe it was the “whole pack fucking you” thing. All he said was that was why he was living in “Middle of Fuck, Minnesota”. There were no packs out here, or at least, none he had ever run across and he had been there since, well, even he couldn’t recall.

Said he was older than dirt.

I believed him.

In fact, I believed everything he told me.

But life cracks you upside the head from time to time and I seemed to be a favorite target. The old man got real sick one day and he died. One day he was there and the next he was lying in a wood box looking pale and…wrong.

He smelled funny too.

Smelled off.

He didn’t have much family, just a man who suddenly showed up who claimed to be a cousin by marriage. Seemed the old man’s long dead wife was the sister to his mom or some stupid shit like that. All I knew was that fucker didn’t smell right either.

After the funeral he said he wanted to get into the house grandpa lived in. I didn’t like his attitude but since he was family – sort of – I showed him where grandpa had lived. He was all business like, going through the old man’s stuff like he was searching for something, but treating everything like it was trash.

“What are you looking for?” I asked finally.

“Nothing.”

Yeah, right.

He searched through drawers and closets; he lifted the mattress off the bed. He even checked the floor boards by stomping his feet all over them. I think he was trying to figure out if they were loose or not. Yep, he was searching for nothing. My instant distrust of the guy was dead on.

When he happened across the box that had my name on it he first shook it and when it made no noise he tried to open it.

“Hey!” I said. “That has my name on it. Grandpa wanted to give me that.”

He harrumphed and only brought it closer to his beady eyes to figure out how to open it. I reached for it but he batted my hands away. I had no idea what was inside the box but I sure as hell didn’t want this asshole to see it. But he managed to unlatch it and open it anyway. “Huh. Empty,” he announced. He closed it, smirked at me, then latched it again. He threw it at me. “You can have it. It’s worthless.”

Somehow, I caught it, fearing it could break if it hit the floor. I looked at the opening mechanism and realized the idiot had not only latched it, he had locked it as well. “Hey! You jerk! You locked it! Now I can’t get it back open.”

He glared at me with a scowl which made the wolf in me cower. I almost whimpered. Fuck, that would have been embarrassing. But he seemed to lose interest in me at that point. Then, after making a total mess of grandpa’s house, he left. Empty handed.

The County came in and went through grandpa’s stuff too. They had a little more respect for it but not much. There was an auction mom refused to let me go to and after the house was empty, they locked it up and a “for sale” sign went up on the ill kept front lawn.

I cried all night.

Then, the next night, I broke in.

GREAT REVIEW FOR HYDEN'S LAW

Submitted to All Romance By: honei on Apr 9, 2016

I absolutely love this story. Cosmo is a wonderful storyteller and with this twist of a shifter story you can't help but fall for Hyden and want to protect Graham. Great beginning hopefully to new series.

Thank you, honei! And, yes, this is a series. Mates, Inc. is part of it (no longer available but will be republished soon) and much more to come from this part of town.

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