Monday, February 18, 2019

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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Sunday, January 20, 2019

Once Upon A Wolf - Excerpt 2

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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)

Unedited excerpt


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.

Friday, November 30, 2018

THE DOOR KEEPER out today


OUT TODAY

BLURB:


Nick thought he was too old to find love.But Arrain barged in making it clear he doesn't care what Nick thinks. He wants Nick. Period.

The Minneapolis/Saint Paul 77th police precinct has been labeled as a group of misfits. It's unfair. In reality, they have loads of talent. Paranormal talent. Except, of course, no one knows that. Their job? Chasing and capturing all those creepy crawly things that go bump – or worse – in the night, and sending them back to their realms. In other words, they keep the people of the city safe and totally unaware that doors to other realms even exist.

Nick, their boss, is the keeper of those cosmic openings. He is the only one who can find, open, shut, and more importantly, seal other-worldly realm doors, preferably with its scary and sometimes homicidal inhabitants on the other side. Vicious hungry monsters waiting for Nick to mess up. 

Or for an opening Nick misses.

From a single tear comes an unspeakable horror. A dangerous vampire. Ferociously brutal, he is a killing machine. A creature so lethal it will take Nick’s entire team and absolutely all their power to hunt him down to send him back. And the last thing Nick needs is another partner. Especially one as sexy as Arrain. 

But Arrain intends on being more to Nick than just a partner. Much more. Something Nick cannot allow. Not with the devastating secrets he harbors.

Except Arrain has a few secrets of his own and one thing he knows. Nick is next on the vampire’s list. The handsome monster wants not only to seduce the talented Door Keeper, but to suck his power right out of him. Can Arrain make Nick trust him in time to save him?  

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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

The Door Keeper from Hurri Cosmo


The Door Keeper

Blurb:

The Minneapolis/St.Paul 77th police precinct has been labeled as a group of misfits. It's actually unfair. In reality, they have loads of talent. Paranormal talent. Of course, no one really knows that.

Nick, their boss, keeps them busy chasing and capturing all those creepy crawly things that go bump – or worse – in the night, keeping the people safe and totally unaware that doors to other realms even exist.

Nick is the keeper of those cosmic openings. He is the only one who can find, open, shut, and more importantly, seal realm doors, preferably with its inhabitants on the other side. And some of those doors hold back… well, things even Nick can’t describe. Vicious hungry monsters waiting for Nick to mess up only once.  

Or for an opening Nick doesn’t know about.

From a single tear comes an unspeakable horror. A dangerous vampire. Ferociously brutal, he is a killing machine and must be stopped. A creature so lethal it will take Nick’s entire team and absolutely all their power to hunt him down and send him back. So the last thing Nick needs is another partner. Especially one as sexy as Arrain.

Arrain relentlessly pursues Nick, intending on being much more than just a partner. Something Nick cannot, will not, allow. Not with the devastating secrets he harbors.

But Arrain has a few secrets of his own and one thing he knows. The vampire is after Nick to not only seduce the talented Door Keeper, but to suck his power right out of him. Can Arrain get Nick to trust him in time to save him?

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Friday, September 21, 2018

To Save His Prince is OUT!

It's OUT!

Blurb: 
Emory is a humble kitchen servant intent on working hard so he can continue to earn his daily crust of bread. It is a thankless, back-breaking job but it is exactly where Emory wants to be. In the magnificent West Quay castle. Because that is where the incredibly handsome, extremely talented Crown Prince Riffyn lived. The beautiful, kind and attentive man had stolen Emory’s heart years before when he rescued him and his mother from a band of thieves. Now Emory’s only wish is to be close, so he can simply admire and serve the man. A prince who appeared he just might feel something for Emory as well even though he knew nothing could come of it.

But evil walks the halls of the castle, and Emory stumbles on a plot to kill the prince. Of course, being a lowly servant, no one believes him, including Riffyn. Luckily, he haphazardly thwarted the plot, putting his own life in jeopardy but unfortunately did not stop the threat to the prince. He needs to convince Riffyn of the danger, but how?

Especially, now, after it is announced that it is time for the prince to marry and produce an heir to the throne. Even as Emory’s heart breaks because of this, three separate kingdoms are bringing their eligible princesses to vie for the prince’s hand. And then, to top it off, Emory discovered some of these princesses are using magic to enchant the prince to love them against his will.  Are these princesses part of some plan to overthrow the kingdom? Or are they somehow connected to the evil plot to kill the prince?

Either way, Emory must find a way to save his prince.


Saturday, September 8, 2018

To Save His Prince



Blurb:

          Emory is a humble kitchen servant intent on working hard so he can continue to earn his daily crust of bread. It is a thankless, back-breaking job, but it is exactly where Emory wants to be, in the magnificent West Quay castle. Because that is where the incredibly handsome, extremely talented Crown Prince Riffyn lives. The beautiful, kind, and attentive man stole Emory's heart years before when he rescued him and his mother from a band of thieves. Now Emory's only wish is to be close, so he can simply admire and serve the man,
          But evil walks the halls of the castle, and Emory stumbles onto a plot to kill the prince. Of course, being a lowly servant, no one believes him, including the prince, who has just been tasked with find a bride in order to produce an heir. Even as Emory's heart breaks, he needs to convince the prince of the danger. He has to find a way to save his prince.


Coming Sept 21