Thursday, July 6, 2017


I hate how long it seems to take me to write these days now that I decided to let my stories see the light of day. However, I have to say my timing is perfect for my July 18 release of The Vet’s Big Cat. If you have a great memory, you may recall that most of the story excerpt was actually part of my short story last summer – where the theme was Fourth of July. I doubt the present story will take on a life of it’s own, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy.

Furry Wedding

 “James!” I groaned when I heard my mother calling for me in one of those sing song voices you expect to hear from some nosy matriarch. Which is funny since my mom is everything that is a nosy matriarch as the alpha mate to Gosper and Furnas County Wolf Pack.

“Mo – om.”

I know, I sounded like a whiny bitch. But the fact was that I hated being called James. I much prefer my nick name, Jimmy. It just grated against my nerves. Sometimes I expected to turn around and see my deceased grandfather, a snarly alpha who had kept the pack on a tight leash, so to speak, until my father had taken over and modernised the pack. Under my father’s rule the Furnas County Wolf Pack had been allowed to move around more freely, mingling with the local lion pride and bear clan. Most importantly, it also meant pack members could mate their true mates, especially if they weren’t wolves.  Something that had been a big “no, no” under the previous regime.

“Yes, dear. Jimmy.” Mother smiled at me, her eyes swimming with unshed tears and pride. “Look at you. You look absolutely beautiful in your suit. I need a picture of you, your brother and father together. The three of you are absolutely stunning today.”

“Mom, it’s not my day. Just make sure you get photos of my brother and his beautiful bride.”

She only tittered dashed away, announcing that she was going to take her seat in the front pew of the church. My brother and I had just used a couple of the side rooms of the church t make sure we were all in order before going to take our places on the left side of the pastor.

I found my brother and gave him a quick embrace.

“Ready, Matt?”

“Sure am, Jimmy!” my brother beamed at me.

“Well, let’s get this party started!”

We took our place, nodding and the pastor and showing him the proper respect required for the lion pride’s alpha.

My brother took in a long, shuddering breath. He had every reason to be nervous, I suppose. After all, this was his wedding day.

My big bad brother, Matthew, the big brave alpha who was being trained to take over from our father so long as there wasn’t a challenge, was a romantic when it came to his mate. Brianna was human and so he insisted that she plan the wedding of her dreams, even if they had already mated and gone through the official mating ceremony. Because Brianna was going head long into her new world of shape shifters, instead of getting married in the front of the human Catholic priest in Furnas County, her family’s traditional Church, they were getting married by the Gosper County Anglican pastor, who happened to be the alpha of the local lion pride.

If I was diabetic I’d be in a coma.

That’s not to say that I’m absurdly ecstatic about being my big brother’s best man at the wedding. All I had to do was stand there with him at the front of the church, hold the wedding rings, sign a form and make an embarrassing speech at the reception. It’s awesome. I had typed and printed my four page long speech a month ago.

They were doing some things traditional – other things not so much.

Brianna, instead of having a maid or matron of honour, was having a best man of her own. My brother, who had met the mysterious best man, said that Simon was a fox shifter. Brianna had, according to my brother, been pissed to find out because of her fiancรฉ that her best friend in the world was a fox shifter. I believe she felt betrayed because the guy didn’t say anything about shifter. My brother had fixed all that, though, and apparently the two best friends had gone all out with wedding plans.

My brother had described the other best man, Simon, as very, very gay. I had laughed at that. Being gay or bisexual was not unusual with shifters, which meant that my brother knew a lot of gay and bisexual individuals. Very few species also had male pregnancies. A good example of that was the alpha of the bear clan had knocked up his very male mate years ago.

My thoughts were disjointed when the pastor, Alpha Pard, cleared his throat at the precise moment that the doors to the church opened, revealing a stunning bride who was glowing with happiness. Brianna practically floated down the aisle towards my brother. Matthew shuffled his feet nervously, seemingly unable to figure out where to look or what to do. It was truly strange watching my big, bad alpha brother crumble when faced with his mate. I mean, after all, this wedding was just a formality.

Then my breath was taken away as I laid eyes on the most gorgeous creature I had ever encountered in all my years. He wore charcoal suit with an aubergine vest and powder blue tie. His tie was the same colour as mine, just as I had the same charcoal suit. Matthew on the other hand wore a black suit with an aubergine tie. I sensed my sister-in-law’s hand in this level of attention to detail.

But back to that gorgeous creature I had just sighted.

He was maybe five-ten, which was perfect match to my six-three. While I was a beta and held position in my pack, I did not sense the energy of an alpha or a beta from the man. His scent was different to me – but then again I had never encountered many foxes. He also had magnificent auburn hair and crystal clear blue eyes. Another contrast to my darker features.

I licked my lips.

My brother growled at me, nudging me with annoyance.

I darted my eyes at Matthew and knew that I had to get a hold of myself. This was not my day, just as I had told our mom. It took some effort, the beta in me wanted to obey my brother’s alpha, while at the same time was anxious to stake his claim.

The magnificently beautiful fox – Simon – stared at me wide eyed, as though he wanted to run a mile.

I licked my lips again before composing myself. My wolf whined for me to reach over and grab my mate as he took his position on the opposite side of the altar as me. Simon looked down at his feet but I didn’t scent any fear. The scent of earth, wood and lichen floated my way, teasing my nostrils. He darted his eyes at me before regally lifting his chin and turning all his attention to the bride.

Oh fuck. I just met my mate at my brother’s wedding.

The very gay best friend of my soon to be sister-in-law was my sexy mate.

I knew that little fox was going to give me a run for my money.


coming July 18th, 2017
Kit Pryde is a human who was welcomed into a Coyote Pack as a child when his mother mated. Now an adult, Kit is leaving the safety of his home town and pack in San Diego to take the opportunity to gain more responsibilities as a vet in small town Nebraska.
Leo Pard is a lion shifter, whose parents’ terrible sense of humour landed him with the unfortunate name. Leo is a police deputy for Furnas County in the Nebraska town where his pride is based, Holbrook. He is also the enforcer for his pride alpha, who also happens to be his much beloved uncle.
The guys meet at the alpha’s Fourth of July barbeque, where Leo scents his mate and the fireworks figuratively go off. There are a few bumps along the way – Leo’s well meaning wish to make claiming Kit perfect and Kit’s past with the ex-boyfriend he had at first meant to be moving to Holbrook with. The question is, how much does Kit have to fear from his ex and how will his lion mate deal with sense of danger?

Story Excerpt
Kit Pryde

Honestly, I never planned on being alone for the July Fourth weekend. I cannot say that I am the most patriotic person around, but I love my annual excuse for a barbeque and a few cold beers with friends or family as much as the next person.

However, I was stuck here, alone, in Holbrook, Nebraska. Meanwhile my family—my mom, my stepfather who raised me as his own, plus my older stepbrother, Elijah, in addition to a sprinkling of cousins from my mother’s siblings and my stepdad’s massive family who had welcomed me with open arms—were largely back home in San Diego where I grew up.

Jesus, I would kill for chicken chipotle flautas and a grande original flavoured margarita from Cafe Coyote in Old Town, San Diego. I have to admit, reminiscing about home makes me hungry.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Kit, if you’re that miserable, why did you move to Nebraska from San Diego?”

Fair question, I must admit.

And no, I cannot say that I am miserable.

Yes, I fully own up to the fact of being disappointed that it was too soon into my new job to take time off to go back to San Diego for the Comic Con. All I wanted to do was see John Barrowman—Stephen Amell, Nathan Fillion, and Bruce Campbell would have been the icing on the cake of awesome actors.

I am happy in my new job. I am a veterinary surgeon and moving to the heart of farm country was not the worst career move I could make. Even a city vet can find a reasonable job in the middle of cowboy country. Let’s face it, for this gay city boy cowboy country was also a literal and figurative wet dream. Even if I was only going to be tending the smaller animals at the surgery, while the two other more experienced vets went on calls to ranches to deal with larger animals. I hoped to get the opportunity to learn about farm animals, too. The country life really did call to me.

I am happy in my new home. It’s a two bedroom home with a small patio and garden. The rent is pretty cheap, too. Though since I only know about the rental market in San Diego, I suppose I can only say it’s cheap to San Diego standards. I am actually making friends, so I am not always alone.

It is just the circumstances surrounding the move that make me sort of bitter.

I suppose most importantly, I do miss my parents, brother, and dad’s massive family, if that is what you’d call it being in a pack of shape shifters. You see, my dad and brother are shape shifters! It was a shock to my mom years back when the man she just met and had already started falling in love with claimed that he was her soul mate and could shape shift into a coyote. Eight-year-old me was excited to hear the news, and the first thing I wanted to do was ride on the back of my new fifteen year old brother. Living with coyotes was actually part of the reason why I wanted to study veterinary science in college.

So yes, my mom is my dad’s soul mate. That means that they are together forever and all that mushy stuff.

I’m sure it was more difficult on my parents, the whole mating thing, some mates came together easily, and others took a bit of fighting. We are not the only humans in the pack—that’s what a group of coyotes were—so shifting was just a normal part of life. We were made aware of, and met other shifting species who joined the pack. But I am only one of two unmated humans. I know that is difficult on my mom. Before she mated my stepdad, she had been scared knowing that, like shifters who lived for centuries, I could not unless I found my own mate to extend my lifespan. However, the pack elder that was also a renowned seer assured her and Dad that I would one day find my mate outside of the pack, a long way from San Diego, and that he would be a lion. So my parents knew I was gay before I did, that would have been useful information to know. But, and this is a big one, I never knew the exact details from the seer about my mate until my dad told me after I told my parents that I had broken up with my ex, and was not sure if I should continue the move, even though I got the job. Dad figured it was time to give fate a hand.

Needless to say, shape shifter and other paranormals decided centuries ago to keep their society secret from the humans. Humans like mom and I were only taken into the fold because of the whole soulmate thing, but paranormals consider our place in their society as equal to any other.

As part of my move to Nebraska, dad’s alpha—who is a scary biker looking dude who is over one hundred years old but didn’t look a day over thirty five—had spoken to the local lion pride and bear clan. It was a simple courtesy call to the alphas, and no one had asked me any strange questions yet, so I assumed that it was kept between the alphas.

Now, let’s get back to the point of my sitting here in Nebraska and not in San Diego.


Adult Excerpt

Leo Pard

The moment the door was closed behind us it was like the whole world did not exist. I was pushed against a wall in the kitchen and my mate was fumbling to undo my belt, the button and zip of my jeans.

“Fuck, I need to wear fewer things from now on,” I cursed, hissing as my now painful erection rubbed against the soft cotton of my underwear. Instinctively, I knew exactly what was happening and helped my mate by pulling down my jeans and underwear in one fluid movement.

“Oh my God, sweet Jesus.” My mate fell to his knees and looked at my cock in awe. Normally that would probably make me soft but for my mate, I got harder. “I can’t wait to have this inside me.”

“You will, baby, soon.”

“Mmm…” Kit pressed his lips together. “But first...”

Then my mate’s lips were wrapped around my dick. Kit first nibbled and then sucked at the head while he stroked my shaft. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I dropped my head against the wall and arched into my mate’s sexy mouth.

“That’s it, Kit, you’re perfect.”

I let out an unmanly yelp and called out my mate’s name when he deep-throated me. I pulled my hands through his hair and thrust forward. My dick is not a gargantuan size, but it is a sizeable length and girth that I knew I had to be gentle with my mate. I moaned when Kit hummed around my length.

“I really can’t last long, my mate.”

I was struggling to keep myself together. I had absolutely no control. All my nerve endings were being hit at once, it seemed.

Then Kit pulled off my dick. He massaged my balls with one hand and pumped my shaft with the other. I love the way he paid attention to the head of my dick. I was gasping for air and mindlessly thrust into his eager hand.

“I need to come, Kit.”

“Mm, yes please.”

I’m sure that is what Kit said. Then once more he had his mouth on my dick. He still worked my shaft, but now he swirled his tongue over the head. He sent exquisite jolts of pain down my spine as he squeezed my erection in his fist and used his tongue to apply pressure at the slit.

A series of rapturous noises escaped my mouth as I got the best blow job of my life.

Minutes after we had started and with Kit’s mouth sucking on my dick, I erupted inside my mate’s mouth. The pulses of his swallowing my cum had him draining me dry. I thrust in and out of his mouth once or twice before removing my spent cock for the final time.

I slid to the ground and dragged Kit with me. I cuddled him in my arms. “Let me help you, sweet mate,” I whispered into his ear. “What would you like?”

“Just jerk me off.” Kit gasped. “I can’t last for anything else.”

“As you wish.”

We made short work of getting my mate’s dick out.

“You feel so good in my lap. You belong here, Kit.”

I kissed him thoroughly as I stroked his cock. I could taste myself in his mouth as I swept my tongue inside. Kit whimpered, trying to thrust his hips in a desperate attempt to get more. I thought of drawing out the pleasure but decided I wasn’t going to leave him hanging. If nothing else, I didn’t have the patience at that particular moment.

Kit came, spurting semen on my hands and our shirts.

I felt my dick twitch in interest when he cried out my name.

I kissed Kit and rocked him, treasuring the feel of his weight in my arms while he came down from his orgasm.

“Mm, that was mind blowing.” Kit sighed, slurring is words like he had downed a six pack of beer.

“I know, love.”

“I’m not your love yet,” he protested weakly. “But you are my mate.”

“Yes my mate.” Something primitive inside of me made me feel like beating my chest in victory, or something like that anyway. “We’ll get it right soon, Kit. Even though you have lived in a pack most of your life, I will still take things slow for you, to get used to me.”

“I don’t like too slow,” he complained. “You’re my mate. I know what it is to live with shifters and I have seen other mates. I really don’t need to wait, Leo.”

“Yes, I am your mate.” I kissed him again. “But we will go slowly for just a little bit. Could you just entertain my crazy idea for a little bit?”

Kit appeared to be thinking about my request deeply. He sighed heavily. “Oh. Alright. But as I said, I do not want to go at a glacial pace. I may not be a shifter but I was raised with other shifters and treated equally to them. I have the same expectations for mating as the others in my pack.”

I nodded. “I understand and thank you for accepting my request. For now, though, I am hungry and I would like to tell the whole world that you are my mate.” I threaded my fingers through his hair, gently, trying to smooth it out. “You are one amazing man, Kit, and I look forward to knowing you more. I can’t wait for the moment that I can claim you properly.”

“Right back at you, Leo.”

This time Kit pressed a chaste kiss on my cheek and it was still so fucking sexy.


Author Bio
Lilybeth Zefram is the pen name for an Australian writer and scientist, who still can’t figure out if she is a real writer yet. She is a lover and viewer/reader of sci-fi and history. She has been known to binge watch Time Team (UK), Doctor Who, FireFly and Star Trek TNG on a whim. (Can you figure out the inspiration for her pen name?). All her reading and learning has given her a somewhat philosophical outlook but deep down loves nothing more than a hot romance and a sweet happily ever after. The only problem these days is that work and the single life get in the way of writing!



  1. Looking forward to the new book!

  2. Hope this does well for you. Thank you for being a part of this contest

  3. Aww I'm so glad your other entry has made its way into a full book and your new entry has all the makings of a great series too! Thanks for sharing.

  4. Love it, thank you. Excited to read the new book

  5. Thanks. Looking forward to the new book.

  6. Okay...I want to know what happens next.

  7. I am so looking forward to the new book. Hope this excerpt turns into one too.

  8. This is an awesome start to a new story. Can't wait to see how far and long the fox makes Jimmy run.

  9. Loved it. Hopefully it will turn to more.

  10. Enjoyed this excerpt. I too hope it turns into a story!

  11. Fantastic. Can't wait to see what happens next.
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  12. I really enjoyed it.

  13. The Vet's Big Cat Link

  14. Can't wait for what's going to happen next!

  15. I liked this story.

  16. Oh wow that was really good.

  17. Nice story.... thanks for posting

  18. Nice story and another new book to add to my TBR pile.

  19. Loved the best man and matron man connection. Hope they get a story it would be fun.

  20. Good story

  21. Good short story. I do wish for more!

  22. Nice story.

  23. My this needs a full story, or at least expanded in someone else's.

  24. Looking forward to this book.

  25. Wanted more.

  26. Is this part of another story? I'd love to read more!

  27. So cute! Can't wait for the full story!

  28. I just love your story Furry Wedding. I'd love to see more of Simon's and Jimmy's mating courtship. Lilybeth, please post buy links for THE VET'S BIG CAT soon; you've created a unique world and I'm eager to read more. j dot stonewright at gmail dot com

  29. Omg ...I need to read more of Furry Wedding!

  30. Replies
    1. Loved it!!

  31. Looking forward to The Vet's Big Cat and really want more of Jimmy and Simon!

  32. I really enjoyed this short and I hope we get to read more! I loved the excerpt and can't wait for the new book!

  33. LOVED the short story! Looking forward to reading the new story too.

  34. Love the short and looking forward to the book.

  35. Nice short story.

  36. Bahahahaha!!!! Very, very gay ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ Love this!!$

  37. Very nice little story. Thank you.

  38. Enjoyed the story, thanks!


  39. The poor fox seems nervous...can't wait for what comes next!

  40. cool story
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  41. Cute story!

  42. omg loved this thank you so much new author to me yahhh......

  43. I would love to know more!

  44. Thanks for sharing.


  45. I would love more

  46. Everyday leaves me wanting more from each author.

  47. Pretty sure i havs to go find the book

  48. Looks really good.

  49. Aww thank you



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