Tuesday, January 19, 2021

DANI GRAY - Part One

 Getting Something Wrong, Right

 

Chapter One

Bobby Smith looked at the text on this phone and wondered who the hell sent it to him.

Hey sexy lady, we still on for tonight?

I can hardly wait to feel your soft body up against my hard chest.

While Bobby really wished he was going out on a date, since his last boyfriend dumped him on Valentine’s during dinner at a fancy restaurant then left him to pay the bill, which he could barely afford. He was able to make sure that his daughter ate, but he was left with crackers and peanut butter for the rest of the month until he got his next paycheck.

Umm, I think you have a wrong number. I’m most definitely not a lady, nor do I have a date for tonight.

Bobby put away his phone, thinking that would be the end of the mystery, but it suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

You sure? I could have sworn this was the right number. 204-555-6974.

Laughing, Bobby leaned up against the counter where he was just finishing the dishes. Someone was given a wrong number as a brush off.

I think you were given a wrong number. While this is my number, I didn’t give it to you.

Bobby almost felt sorry for the guy, but at least he was out there trying to find someone, while he had given up.

Would you like to go out with me then?

While he was tempted, Bobby knew there was one important detail the guy was not paying attention to.

What part of I’m not a lady did you miss? I’m a guy, a man.

Setting down his phone on the counter, he expected that to be the end of the texts. Putting away the last dish, Bobby was surprised when his phone vibrated again. Shaking his head, he picked it up.

You still want to go out?

Holy popsicle sticks, he hadn’t been expecting that. Not sure how to proceed, Bobby could only stare at his phone.

You still there cutie?

Bobby snorted at the phone.

What makes you think I’m cute?

He watched at the little bouncing balls that let him know the other person was typing.

Then tell me what you look like so I can be the judge of how cute you are.

Rolling his eyes, Bobby knew it was dangerous to play this game, so he decided to give him just a bit of information.

Green eyes, red hair, five-feet seven inches, and more freckles then you can count.

Bobby moved to the kitchen doorway and turned off the light and headed to Lexi’s bedroom. After picking up the covers from the floor and putting them back on her and Mrs. Floppy, he headed to his room.

Do you mind going out with another man, or do you only date women?

Shaking his head, Bobby put his phone down on his nightstand, then proceeded to get ready for bed. After doing his bathroom routine of peeing, washing and brushing his teeth, he undressed and put on sleep pants and a t-shirt. Once he was ready for bed, turned off the light and moved to the bed. When he got under the covers, he grabbed his phone and looked at the messages.

You still there, or did you give up on me?

Nope, I got ready for bed. Why are you still texting me?

Bobby wasn’t trying to be rude, but he didn’t understand why the guy was still bothering to keep asking him out.

Because you haven’t been an asshole and yell at me, telling me to go fuck myself.

Wow, what kind of people did this guy know?

Not to be rude, but what kind of people do you know? No one should be talking to you like that.

Bobby once again watched the little bubbles bounce on the screen.

I don’t know. They are the ones I see at the clubs and at work. The ones my brothers and friends introduce me to.

Bobby could only shake his head.

I know you can’t change your brothers, but I think you need new places to hang out, or new friends. They don’t sound like very good people to me. They sound like the only care about themselves, not about you.

Hoping he wasn’t sounding like he was being too preachy, but it sounded like this guy needed a real friend more than a date.

How do you figure that?

Trying not to sprain himself from how hard he rolled his eyes, Bobby looked back at his phone.

Well, for one thing, some woman gives you my phone number instead of hers. For another, if your brothers or friends really did care about you, then they would be trying to set you up with a person who would be someone who could be a partner for you. Someone who you could come home to at the end of the day, someone who you would want to share your life with, and theirs with you.

Bobby stared at his phone for a few minutes, not seeing any of the little bubbles letting him know that someone was texting him back, so he figured that the other person gave up. He reached over and put his phone on the wireless charger and snuggled down in his bed, getting comfy and getting close to drifting off to sleep, when his phone vibrated.

How did you know?

Poor guy, Bobby thought. He really doesn’t see how lonely he is, even with all those other people surrounding him. While Bobby might only have Lexi in his life, but the love he had from her was so unconditional that, even though he was lonely, he would never give it up for just a one-night fling. Bobby knew how fortunate he was, and he knew he was worth so much then just a fling. Taking a deep breath, he decided to offer the guy an olive branch.

Because you are worth more then others leave you feeling you are worth. I might not know you, but even I can see that you aren’t being treated fairly by those who are supposed to care for you unconditionally, and that’s not how it should be.

No, I can’t go out on a date with you, but would you like to meet for coffee?

 

To be continued...

~~@~~

Beginner’s Luck

Winning the huge lotto jackpot should have made Ken Moore’s life better, but instead it turned his life into a living hell. Finding some peace in his new remote home, Ken turns to writing about the love he dreams of, never really expecting to meet the man of his dreams. A forest fire changes all his perceptions, when he finds his dream man stranded on the side of the road.

When Charlie Brandt and his grandfather had to run from the same forest fire, he thought they were going to die when their old car stalled out and wouldn’t start again. In a remote area, with very few people, hoping for a miracle wasn’t easy. The last thing Charlie expected when he waved down a passing car, was to meet a special man Charlie felt an instant connection to.

Finding out that Ken was the huge lotto winner didn’t concern Charlie, but his pride wouldn’t let him allow Ken to keep buying stuff for him. He had never taken advantage of anyone before, and he refused to start now. But that money was important to a lot of other people too. When an old terror from Ken’s past, and a new one join together to destroy Ken and take his money, will Charlie be able to keep him safe?

Story Excerpt

“Holy. Shit!” Ken Moore looked at the person who was staring at him in shock. “What are you saying?”

“You won dude.” The poor kid looked even more shocked then he felt. “You won the lottery! You are the only winner for the jackpot. Do you have any idea how much money that is?”

“Lots?” Ken timidly asked.

“Dude, you won over a billion dollars.”

“How do I get it?”

The kid turned around and started to rummage through a drawer, mumbling to himself. Ken chose to ignore what the kid was saying.

“Here, you need to fill out this form.” Thrusting out a piece of paper to Ken, the kid also grabbed a pen and gave that to him.

After quickly filling out the form, Ken looked back up to the kid, who was looking at him as if he had just grown a set of horns from the top of his head.

“Now what?”

“I guess you need to take that and go to the office listed on the page. You should keep all this put away somewhere safe until you get there. I also suggest you don’t tell anyone until you get the money. I’m sure there are those who would try to steal that from you, cause this is a shit ton of money!”

“Will I be okay?” Ken nervously looked around. “I’m not much of a fighter.”

Ken knew he was a wimp, he only stood four foot nine. He’d been picked on his whole life.

“How did you get here?”

“I drove, my car is right there.” Ken pointed out the window to his small car. He knew it was beat up, but it still ran and got him where he needed to go.

“Get in your car and drive directly to the address on the paper.” The kid ordered. “This way, you will be safe. I’m not kidding dude, this is a shit ton of money and you will need to be safe until you can claim it.”

“Okay, I’m going now.”

“Here, let me walk you to your car.”

The kid quickly came from behind the locked door and stood beside him.

“What’s your name?”

“Sorry, guess you have me still shocked. I’ve never seen anyone win anything big, and this was massive. My name is Randy Smith.”

Ken quickly looked up to the kid, who was grinning at him.

“Yeah, I get teased a lot for my name, but it was the one my mom gave me, and I won’t get rid of it. It would hurt her feelings, so I just put up with it.”

“Your mom must be proud of you.” Ken softly said.

“She was, but I lost her last month.” Randy quietly told him. “She really was my best friend. It has been just us, cause her parents threw her out when she was a teenager for being pregnant with me. She took odd jobs to support us.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s all good. I know how much she loved me, and she knew just how much I loved her.”

“I’ll see you later, do you work the same shift here?”

“Yup. The boss is really good, and he lets me work this shift so I can keep going to school.”

Ken and Randy quickly went to his car, and Ken got in as fast as he could.

“Lock the doors and don’t open them again until you get to that office. Drive safe and congratulations, I hope you do something good with all that money.”

Randy closed the door and hurried back into the store before he had a change to respond.

“I most definitely will, starting with you.” Ken said.

Getting the car in gear, he pulled over a block away so he could look at the address. After putting the information in his phone, he looked at Google Maps to see where he needed to go.

Glad it was a short drive, since his nerves were shot, Ken parked his car in a visitor parking spot and went inside and saw someone at the security desk.

“Excuse me, do you know where I’m supposed to go?” Ken asked the man behind the desk, showing him the paper he filled out.

“Holy shit, this was you?”

“I think so.”

“Yeah, according to this paper, it’s you.” The man looked behind himself and called out to the open door. “Hey George, can you come out here. I need to escort this winner upstairs.”

People stopped to stare at him while they waited for George to come out, and he could hear the whispers of people wondering if he was the person who won the huge jackpot. He wasn’t going to let them know that it was him.

Just as people were starting to get brave and move towards him, George came out and the big, actually massive, security guard came over and stood between him and the crowd.

“Do I need to be worried about people?” Ken quietly asked.

The big guy sighed. “Yeah, and it sucks. People get stupid about money, especially this much money. One of the first things I do know, is you should change your cell phone number, and only give it to people you trust. Also, beware of your family, for some reason, they are the worst when it comes to someone winning this much money. They expect you to give them some, just because they are family.”

As soon as they went up to the elevators, one had the doors open just as they got there. Ken was quickly ushered on, and the guard refused to let anyone else get on with them.

 “Guess I don’t have to worry about that, they threw me away when I was fifteen when told them I was gay.”

 “Fuckers. What about your co-workers?”

“I was just laid off, said they didn’t need me anymore.”

“Well, then I guess you won that at just the right time.” The smile the guy gave him was enough to stop Ken from being able to breathe.

“Can I ask if you can stay with me? All this is beginning to frighten me.”

“I’ll ask, but I still have my job to do.”

“That’s okay, I understand if you can’t.”

As soon as the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Ken stood there, looking at the glass doors in front of him. He just stared at them, not sure what to do next.

“Come on, give me your hand.”

The security guard stood there, holding his open hand out to Ken.

“What’s your name?”

“Derek.”

Putting his much smaller hand into Derek’s, he gave him a small smile.

“Thank you, Derek. I really do appreciate your help.”

 

Adult Excerpt

Charlie left and took Coco for a walk around the hotel, looking at the grounds. He also stood there and watched the sky in the distance. He was able to see in the gathering dusk the brightness of the fire. He was thankful that the smoke wasn’t coming in their direction.

Once Coco had done his business on just every tree on the hotel grounds, he was able to head back to the room.

He quietly let them back into the room, able to see that Ken had left on the bathroom light so that he would be able to see.

Taking the leash off Coco’s collar, Charlie went to his luggage and got something clean to sleep in.

Heading into the bathroom, Charlie knew he was going to be taking care of something while he was in there. He knew that he was falling into serious lust for Ken and holding him in his arms earlier had settled something in him that he wasn’t even aware was restless.

Once he had the water at the temperature he liked, Charlie got into the tub. He began to wash the day off his body, but he wasn’t able to ignore the hardness of his cock. Once he was finished with his hair and body, he quickly poured some shampoo in his hand and slowly began to stroke himself.

He imagined it was Ken standing in front of him, slowly rubbing his hands over Charlie’s body. Fingers were pinching and pulling at the hard nubs on his chest, and his nipples hardened at the thought. He slowly continued moving his hand on his cock, but he kept the grip soft, attempting to prolong the pleasure. He moved his other hand down so that he was playing with his balls, rolling the orbs and pulling on them.

The strokes on his cock quickened, tightening his grip. He could feel that he was getting close so on the next upstroke, he twisted his hand around just below the helmet and dipped his nail into the slit.

His reaction was over in an instant, cum burst from his cock and painted the wall of the shower. He groaned out Ken’s name as quietly as he could. In his imagination, he was painting Ken’s body with streaks of white. Claiming the man as his.

Once he had nothing left, Charlie sagged against the wall and tried to catch his breath. After a couple of minutes, he was able to stand on his shaky legs and cleaned up the mess he had made.

Turning off the water, he got out of the shower and made quick work of getting dried and dressed for bed.

Going back out into the room, he was comforted by the quiet snores of his grandfather. Moving to the bed, he got in and tried to get comfortable, but no matter how he tried he wasn’t able to. After a few moments of moving around, Ken rolled over and snuggled up to him.

That was what was missing. Wrapping himself around Ken, Charlie was finally able to find the peace he needed to fall asleep.

 

~~@~~

I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. I still remember one of the first books I read, it was the Bobbsey Twins. As I got older, I moved into the more interesting books, but some of the typo’s made me nuts! So, after contacting writers I started a career of where I began editing, beta reading and brainstorming. After being harassed for a couple of years by some of the writers, I gave in and have now begun to write.

I live in central Canada with my hubby of over 25 years, 4 kids, and 5 grandkids. We have a collection of pets, including our guard cat. I love nothing more then curling up with a good book, or my laptop to work on the next thing that catches the muse.

I would love to hear from readers, you can find me at https://authordanigray.blogspot.ca/

 

Monday, January 18, 2021

CREE STORM - Part Six

 

PART 6

Sparrow had just barely gotten back on his feet when he was knocked sideways into the table by the two beasts fighting. Congo let out a roar of anger knocking Yukon into the next room and picking Sparrow up, depositing him behind the kitchen counter just as Yukon returned and came flying into Congo, both beasts falling to the ground once more, claws and fangs hard at work to take out the other.

“Damn it, stop it!” Sparrow shouted fearing that his friend and...well whatever the hell Congo was to him would get hurt.

The beasts ignored him and continued to roll around on the floor. Yukon pinning Congo down...but not for long.

Congo used his legs and pushed hard onto Yukon’s chest knocking him back and into the kitchen counter Sparrow was hiding behind.

Congo got up at the same time Yukon did and both came crashing into each other, wrapping their arms around each other. Congo did some kind of ninja move that had Yukon flipping over his shoulder and slamming down onto the kitchen table breaking it into multiple pieces.

Yukon rose with a piece of the table in hand and swung it at Congo...hard. Congo was knocked in the side of his head and fell sideways going through the glass door going out into the back yard.

Sparrow screamed in terror feeling fear like never before that his mate was hurt and that Yukon was about to kill him. Looking around desperately for something his eyes landed on a marble rolling pin. Picking it up, Sparrow rushed out into the back yard rolling pin raised high into the air ready to knock the shit out of both the ass holes but found himself flying backwards on his ass when Congo had accidently brought his arm back and smacked the shit out of Sparrow in the chest.

Laying on the ground looking up to the bright blue sky, Sparrow tried to gather some air into his lungs. “Son of a bitch I’m gonna be hurting in the morning.”

The sound of roars had others racing to see what was happening and Sky about shit himself when the large Turquoise dragon landed just outside the fence line.

The man with the wings that had been with the cows fluttered and landed on the dragons head his eyes wide as he watched the two idiots fighting in the back yard.

“Get him Yuk!”

Sparrow’s eyes narrowed on a green man that was climbing up the back scales of the dragon like stairs to see over the fencing.

“Congo you got this!” The wing man shouted out.

More and more people and other bigfoot beasts showed up all calling out one name or the other. It seemed to cause the two fighting beasts to go at it even harder.

Yukon swiped at Congo snagging him by the arm and tossing him into a large tree that looked like a weeping willow, but couldn’t be if the purple and lavender leaves were anything to go by.

Congo slammed into the trunk of the tree but quickly bounced off and leaped into the air crushing Yukon to the ground with Congo laying over him punching Yukon in the face.

The crowd cheered and kept calling out names and encouragements. Yukon gripped Congo in a bear hug and rolled then began punching Congo.

Sparrow looked around and spotted a water hose with a firemen style handle attached to the end of it. “It works for dogs.”

With that thought in mind, Sparrow rushed to the water spigot and turned the handle. The second the cold water filled the tube, Sparrow got as close to the fighting beasts as he dared to and jerked the handle back.

Icy cold water spewed from the tip hard and fast. “Stop the bullshit! It’s enough!”

Immediately the two beasts pulled away from each other quickly seeming to snap out of their feral status and doing their best to get away from the spray.

Once Congo and Yukon seemed to settle down, Sparrow turned the hose to the fencing and continued to spray, shouting, “You all should be ashamed of yourselves! Encouraging violence? What the hell is wrong with you people?”

The wing man fluttered high into the air away from the spray as the dragon and green man sputtered. The Big foot men backed away whimpering and ducking as Sparrow continued his assault.

Sparrow finally closed the spray on the hose and tossed the damn thing to the ground, “You all are idiots and ass holes.” Turning to Congo, Sparrow snapped, “You! Get your ass in the house and dry off.” He then turned to Yukon, “And you! Go with him and when you’re done clean the damn kitchen. I’ll meet you both in the living room in fifteen minutes and I swear if you aren’t in there ready to fucking talk I’m going to bean you both over the head with that fucking marble rolling pin again and this time I’ll make sure to cause damage.”

Yukon immediately started towards the doors and Congo followed, although a bit slower. He stopped next to Sparrow, but Sparrow held up his hand refusing to look at those pitiful eyes, “Don’t even try it. I’m pissed at you both right now. Just go do as I said.”

Sparrow chanced a glance as Congo made his way inside and then looked down at himself. His clothes were torn and muddy and... “Damn it I broke a fucking nail! Patty is going to be pissed.”

“Excuse me.”

The soft voice had Sparrow turning around and seeing the winged man, dragon, and green man still behind the fencing.

Narrowing his eyes, Sparrow snapped, “Show’s over guys go home?”

The winged man fluttered to Sparrow and landed right in front of him. “We’re really sorry. You were right. We shouldn’t have egged the guys on, but Congo is always so...so...”

“Intense!” The green guy called out.

Nodding, the winged man said, “Yes, intense and Yuk is the sweetest Wetiko we know.”

“Wetiko?” Sparrow asked in confusion.

The winged guy looked confused, “You know...what you humans call big foot. They’re really known as Wetiko. Has Congo not explained this to you when he brought you here?”

“You’re his mate aren’t you? Only mates from other realms are brought to our realm.” The green man said sounding as confused as the winged guy.

“He says I’m his mate but he hasn’t explained shit to me. I have no clue where I am who you people are or what the fuck is happening right now. My parents talked about how I needed to be open minded about fairies, shifters and even vampires but right now my mind is trying to grapple with the fact that I’m looking at a dragon, green guy, a dude with wings and a place filled with more big foot to crush a town...add to that now you tell me I’m not even in the same universe as earth...fuck me.” Sparrow rasped trying hard to calm his breathing.

The winged man placed a soft hand on his shoulder, “It’s going to be alright...”

“Sparrow.”

“It’s going to be alright Sparrow. I’m Juron, the fairy your parents talked about. The green guy over there is our shy little elf, Mon-Tie, and the dragon is Ponu. We are mates to Wetiko men. I know all of this is a lot to take in, but I promise you there isn’t anyone in our lands that would harm you. It is forbidden and anyone that would even think about doing anything to hurt you and Leader Enrik wouldn’t hesitate to put them to death if they tried. It is the law.” Juron explained.

Sparrow gave a snort, “Thanks for telling me that.”

“We know you are wanting to go home and forget this place exists but we would like to beg you to reconsider.” Juron softly implored.

“Look, Juron. I’m not trying to be an ass hole here, but I have a life back on earth. I have friends...family...a job I love. I can’t give all that up for...for...” Sparrow tossed his hands in the air, “this...this Hobbit Town.”

Sparrow started walking back to the house when Juron shouted out, “Congo needs you! I know you feel the pull. I know you want to lick that man like a tootsie pop until you get to the creamy center.”

Turning Sparrow replied, “That’s called lust, Juron.”

“No, it’s called finding your fated mate.” Juron said, flutter to Sparrow once more. “Look, I get it. You’re human and things like soul mates are more romance than reality, but in our world finding that one person the fates have deemed yours...the one that you were destined to share your soul with...that, Sparrow is complete beauty. It is something that will fill your heart to the point you swear it’s going to burst. The feeling of your life being full...complete, is fulfilled to the maximum it can possibly be.”

The dragon sat Man-Tie down in the back yard and Sparrow watched as he walked towards himself and Juron, “You will never feel more safe than you are than with your mate.”

The dragon flew into the yard and shifted into a beautiful dark haired American Indian looking man. His voice soft, but deep as he said, “You will want for nothing. You will be the center of his entire world.”

“But I don’t even know him and besides, why do you even care?” Juron whispered.

“Congo is a good man. Always willing to help others but never asking anyone for anything in return.” Juron said.

Ponu nodded, saying, “We all owe him much, my mate and I especially. Until this moment we have had no way of returning the favor he bestowed upon us. Sparrow, please, all we ask is that you give him a chance. Allow him to prove to you that he is a mate worthy of your soul...worthy of carrying his soul for eternity.”

The sound of someone behind him had Sparrow turning around, Congo stood there looking unsure and uncomfortable. “How much did you hear.”

“Enough.” Congo softly answered then whispered, “If you’re ready to go, I will take you home.”

Sparrow didn’t just hear the sadness in Congo’s voice but he saw it in the man’s eyes at the small glance he gave Sparrow. There was something about the man that called to Sparrow.

Thinking about all those romance novels he read and how wonderful they turned out time and time again had Sparrow rethinking his original demand.  Something told him he would be making a big mistake if he just walked away now. Whether it was the look in Congo’s eyes or the despair he could feel surrounding him by the big lug Sparrow didn’t know.

“You know, lucky for you I always follow my gut and right now my gut is telling me that leaving would be a mistake.” Sparrow said slowly walking to Congo.

Congo’s eyes snapped up to look at Sparrow, the hope glaring him like a bright burning sun. Sparrow smiled, “What do you say we sit down with a nice cup of coffee and talk. You tell me about you and I’ll tell you about me. You know...getting to know each other a bit and then...maybe we can figure out where we go from there.”

“You’re willing to consider our mating?” Congo asked his surprise evident in his voice.

Nodding, Sparrow lifted his hand and cupped the big guys cheek, whispering, “More than willing. Many things I may be, Congo, but stupid isn’t one of them. If this mating is what I’ve been told, I’m all in.”

“Oh thank the gods!” Congo rasped, picking Sparrow up and locking lips with Sparrow in a searing kiss. One that spoke of not just promise but a future as well.

~~@~~


Living in a lab for most of his life as an orangutan, Evian had heard the words Trick or treat but never really experienced them until now. Dressed up for a costume party, Evian is mistaken for a real park ranger and shot. Trick. However, his rescuer turns out to be his mate. If Evian can save his mate from crazy evil brothers he can have his treat.

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EXCERPT

Sundance froze at the lethal tone and look coming from the man they called Law. He was terrified and unsure how to answer. If he told them what they wanted to know, what would happen to his brothers? What would happen to him?

Dropping his eyes downward, Sundance knew he didn’t have a choice. What happened to Evian was wrong. He knew it and there was nothing to be said other than the truth. Maybe if they killed him they would leave his family alone. Maybe...

Sundance must have stayed quiet too long, because Law suddenly said, “Like I thought. Shaw, take him to the cells.”

“Law!” Evian gasped.

Law looked at Evian. “I’m sorry, Evian. If someone is out there that’s a threat to us we need to know. For all we know now this could have something to do with Eos and getting her wings back. Until we understand what happened to you, I have no choice.” Law turned to emerald eyes, saying, “Thank you for helping Evian, Turk. You and your brothers came here at the perfect time.”

Emerald eyes... or Turk as Law had called him, snorted. “Trust me, Law, it was by mere coincidence. My brothers and I came here to talk to you about missing cattle, and stumbled on this guy hovering over Evian.”

“Missing cattle? Explain.” Law ordered.

“Nothing much to explain. We noticed that our beef cattle have been coming up short each month by two sometimes three. At first, we thought it might be coyotes or wolves, but there’s never any blood or carcasses found and the one scent we keep coming across is human not shifter.” Turk stated.

Law’s brow rose yet again as he looked at Sundance. “Why do I have a feeling you have a lot more answers than I originally thought?”

“And I look forward to pulling them out of you bit by bit.” Ookla whispered, so softly the deadly intent was crystal clear.

“Shaw! You will not harm my mate!” Evian snarled.

~~@~~

I was born in Fort Knox, Kentucky. I’m a military brat that travelled a bit overseas and throughout many parts of the United States. I finally settled in Las Cruces, New Mexico, where I eventually got married and then divorced. I was blessed with two fantastic sons. As they grew up and became young men chasing their dreams, I felt that maybe now was the time for me to do the same. That’s when I started writing. Never in a million years did I expect to meet the most wonderful man in the world, move to Quebec, Canada, and get married. However, that is exactly what happened. JP has introduced me to things like; canoeing, snowmobiling, four wheeling, and has taken me to some of the most beautiful locations. Ones that I had only ever seen on a computer or read about in books. I may miss my mountains and my boys, but have discovered that when you work towards your dreams, the future can be one filled with happiness and love. My boys are only a plane ride away, and Skype is a glorious thing. So I say, on to my next adventure…don’t be shocked to find it in one of my books.

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Sunday, January 17, 2021

CREE STORM - Part Five

 

PART 5

Sparrow didn’t think. Hell, he often got into trouble because he would say things without thinking the situation through first and this time was no different. “You may act like Kong but I’m no Fay Wray! I’m going to go out there and get one of those people to take me home, ass hole so step away from the damn door.”

“Congo not Kong.” The man said as he walked past Sparrow and made his way into another room.

Frustration ran high in Sparrow so he followed, snapping out, “What the fuck are you talking about and damn it don’t you dare walk away from me. I need to go home. I have people that are going to be really worried about me. I have a job to do, too and if I’m not there Dallas is going to think her ass can take my lead spot, although I have no idea why she thinks she can hold a candle to what I do. Everyone knows the people come to see me in all my glory.”

Congo didn’t seem to be listening as he grabbed a pot, filled it with water and placed it on his stove. He then pulled out a beautiful antique coffee maker from a shelf and placed it in front of him. He used an old school hand grinder to grind some beans.

“Holy shit is that a Syphon coffee maker?” Sparrow gasped as he went to it and looked it over, “Fuck me, is this original? I mean I’ve read about them and seen some reproductions, but I’ve never actually touched one. They were created in eighteen thirty by a guy in Berlin and...” Congo moved the pot slightly when Sparrow when to pick it up.

Rolling his eyes, Sparrow said, “I won’t break it. I just want to see it. I love antiques. They have character and can you imagine the stories they can tell? We’re talking history and I love history. Sometimes Coco and I go out antiquing it’s so much fun. We pretend we were still back in those days and...”

“Coco?” Congo growled.

Sparrow ignored the angry tone, instead answering, “Yeah, Coco is my best friend... well more like a brother from another mother, but you get what I’m saying.”

When Congo didn’t answer, Sparrow let out another frustrated breath, “Look, Kong, I wish I could say this has been nice, but honestly it hasn’t. Confusing as fuck, but not nice. I want to go home. I need to go home. So hairy your ass up once more and take me home.”

Congo looked at him in confusion, but then shook his head. “I can’t do that.”

“Of course you can. Just close those beautiful copper eyes of yours and call on the bigfoot. He can just poof me back to the club or better yet my place. Easy peasy.” Sparrow said forcing a big smile he wasn’t feeling.

Shaking his head, “I can’t do that.”

Sparrow hissed, “Why the fuck not. That hairy fucker brought me here. I’m sure he can take me back.”

Without missing a beat Congo answered, “You’re my mate.”

No other words were followed by that statement and Sparrow figured the man thought he should know what that meant and he kind of did. Only kind of because he had heard that term before but only in the paranormal romance novels he loved reading but...but those were fantasy books. Weren’t they?

Licking his lips, Sparrow asked, “Uh, this mate thing. Is that the person fate created for you? The other half to your soul? The one person that you would die to protect...uh...that you would keep happy and loved and always put first?”

Congo didn’t look at him, but he gave a sharp nod then turned back to his stove and grabbed the boiling water only to tip it into the bottom glass ball then placed it on the stove placing a cloth to filter the coffee and then attaching the top pot to the coffee maker.

Sparrow couldn’t look away as the water began to go from the bottom of the pot to the top. Once all the water had transferred itself to the top, Congo poured in the coffee grinds and then picked up a wooden stick and began to stir. He never spoke or looked in Sparrow’s direction.

After a couple of minutes, Congo turned off the burner and within moments the coffee began to dribble back into the pot below. “That is so freaking cool. I mean I’m more a tea drinker. I don’t drink coffee but I could watch you make that shit all day long.”

Congo looked up then turned and grabbed an antique tea kettle, filling it with water. He placed it on the stove and then reached up to get a bag of what looked like some kind of loose leaf tea and placed some into a mesh ball he had retrieved from a drawer.

Sparrow knew they should be talking, but for the first time in his life he had no idea what the hell to say. He only knew what his books told him. Paranormal finds mate. Paranormal takes mate. Paranormal fucks mate into another universe. Paranormal bites the shit out of mate and they live happily ever after...well after they face off a douche bent on killing them all or one of those douches try and take over the world and it’s up to them to save everyone.

Snickering at the thought of him and Congo chasing danger was beyond funny to him. There was no way in hell Sparrow was going to be able to do any damage to a nefarious ass hole bent on destroying the world. Hell, he didn’t do anything that might break one of his nails or mess up his hair. Not because he was a primo donna, no...more because he was a sissy-pot...or scaredy-cat. Sparrow had no fight or flight senses. He only knew flight.

The front door flew open banging into the wall. Sparrow squeeked knowing there was absolutely nothing manly that came from that sound...then again there wasn’t much manly about him. He was about to run behind Congo when he heard Yukon shouting, “Where is he Congo? Where’s Sparrow?”

The second Sparrow saw Yukon coming into the kitchen he raced to the man and leaped into his arms. “Thank god!”

The sound of glass shattering had Sparrow turning to see the ginormous bigfoot standing where the sexy Congo had once been. The beasts large furry hands were fisted, his huge white fangs showing in a snarl and his breathing was that of a wild animal that had just chased down his pray.

So entranced by the beast before him he didn’t notice until it was too late that Yukon had shifted and was now a large, hairy, bigfoot.

Without warning Sparrow was dropped to the floor and the two beasts came together claws, fangs and snarls filling the room.

To be continued...

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Nakaka or gargoyles to many were created by two gods to protect humans. When the humans betray them the Nakaka flee and anger the gods. As punishment, the Nakaka have never found another mate and therefore they can no longer reproduce any of their kind.

It has taken over two hundred years, but finally there is one of the gods creation that proves their worthiness to have all Nakaka forgiven, but there is a catch.

Petree offers his life for those being held prisoner with him willing to endure anything in order to keep them safe as well as a secret he holds. When death is emanate, he is surprised to come face to face with his creators. Now he has a choice to make, go to the ever after or return to the living with torturous memories he must relive every day and without his beautiful butterfly wings that define all Nakaka. If life is chosen his people can find their one true love once more, creating offspring and begin building his people back to what they use to be.

Hron is the new chosen leader for a once tortured clutch, surprised to find not just his mate lying on a dirty floor dying, but Petree also holds information that can save them all from a ruthless plan no one saw coming.

Can Hron save his mate and figure out what danger his people are in before it’s too late?

 

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EXCERPT

 “Petree, damn it! Answer me sweetness!” A deep panic ridden voice shouted.

Looking around, Hron saw a ring of keys hanging on the wall. Sern noticed them at the same time and grabbed them. Knowing he had to pull his head out of his ass and start being the Caliph he was brought in to be,  Hron ignored the smells around him and called out, “Hello. Who is down here?”

Immediately the room became silent.

“My name is Hron. I am the new Caliph of this clutch and I am here to help.”

“Then help Petree. He…please…he needs help.”

Hron recognized it as the man calling out the loudest when Hron had arrived.

Sern quickly opened the door to the man who spoke. Hron stepped forward. The man before him stood a little over six feet. His hair was short, black with orange tips and his eyes were an unusual yellow. He looked Hron in the eyes and Hron could feel the strength even if the man smelled of filth. “I am Caliph Hron.”

“I am Abe Videl. Nestle guard for Caliph Tamale.”

Hron nodded and stepped aside, “Are you well enough to help us help those in this room?”

Nodding, Abe stepped towards him, saying, “I have only been down here about ten days. Unlike the others.”

“Go help Petree, Abe. We can wait.”

Sern didn’t wait as he rushed to the door that the yelling had come from. Abe however turned the opposite way and started banging on the locked door, shouting, “Petree! Petree come on sweetness, talk to me.”

When no one called out, Abe turned to Hron, “You have to open this door. Petree needs help.”

Hearing the fear in the man’s voice, Hron shouted, “Sern, open this door now.”

Sern rushed to the door Hron indicated and quickly unlocked and pushed it open, Abe gasping, “By the gods!”

Hron pushed past the ancient’s guard and rushed into the room alongside Abe. Hron couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A Nakaka sat with his back to the far wall and a decanter laying by his side. His head was down and his breathing was so shallow and slow Hron almost thought him dead.

Abe seemed frozen in his spot so Hron rushed to the small creature and lifted his head, softly calling out to the Nakaka. “Petree, you are safe.”

Ignoring the nauseating smells around him as best he could, Hron tried to asses the Nakaka’s injuries, but there were so many slices and oozing slits Hron had no idea where to touch the man to help him. As gently as he could, Hron laid the Nakaka on his back, whispering, “Come on little one. You need to open your eyes so that you know you’re safe.”

Petree groaned and struggled. “That’s it little one. Open your eyes for me.”

Turning and seeing Abe along with four other men he did not know standing in the room a few with tears in their eyes, Hron looked back down at Petree, “You must open your eyes, little one. You have many standing here fearful that you never will. Open your eyes and put your friends at ease.”

Abe rasped, “Please open your eyes, Petree. Chad came through. Open your eyes and see we are free.”

Petree once again struggled and finally did as Hron and Abe requested.

Hron gasped as he looked into the most beautiful lightest purple eyes he had ever seen. Hron felt a spark light within his heart and spread throughout his body like a sparkler from the Forth of July. It flowed until it centered on his cock and there was no way in hell Hron could stop himself from ejaculating in his Gladiator skirt. He felt his eyes flicker to an infrared then back to normal like a flash from a camera and he knew at that moment, the man lying on the ground before him, dying, was his Viata.

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I was born in Fort Knox, Kentucky. I’m a military brat that travelled a bit overseas and throughout many parts of the United States. I finally settled in Las Cruces, New Mexico, where I eventually got married and then divorced. I was blessed with two fantastic sons. As they grew up and became young men chasing their dreams, I felt that maybe now was the time for me to do the same. That’s when I started writing. Never in a million years did I expect to meet the most wonderful man in the world, move to Quebec, Canada, and get married. However, that is exactly what happened. JP has introduced me to things like; canoeing, snowmobiling, four wheeling, and has taken me to some of the most beautiful locations. Ones that I had only ever seen on a computer or read about in books. I may miss my mountains and my boys, but have discovered that when you work towards your dreams, the future can be one filled with happiness and love. My boys are only a plane ride away, and Skype is a glorious thing. So I say, on to my next adventure…don’t be shocked to find it in one of my books.

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