Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Mine! Chapter 29

Another week, another update. No drawn out intro... just enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-nine
“You know, I don’t remember you having a thing about being clean like this when we were younger,” Kraig said. He leaned against the counter while I started the shower.
“Who said anything about getting clean?” I looked over my shoulder at him and grinned. “Besides, I like this shower. Two heads, great water pressure, and best of all, I get to be in here with my naked mate.”
Kraig crossed his arms over his chest. “There is that. But maybe I need some incentive. Otherwise, I might just decide to go to bed. I am tired.” He faked a yawn.
I straightened and fixed my stare on Kraig. He raised his eyebrows and stared right back. Our emotions had been all over the place lately, and it seemed liked trouble was destined to find us, but I didn’t want to lose sight of the fact that, no matter what else happened, I had my mate.
Who was definitely thinking more along the lines of getting dirty too. I could handle that.            
“What kind of incentive are we talking about?”
“Hmm, let’s see.” Kraig tilted his head sideways. The black markings on his face framed his eyes and the rounded jut of his muzzle, giving him a curious look. His eyes flashed golden. “You weren’t going to shower with your clothes on, were you?”
“That’s not usually how I do it.”
“Well, all right then.” Kraig gestured toward me with one hand. “Let me see what kind of mate picked me.”
I’d show him all right. I pulled my shirt up and over my head, slowly drawing each arm down and out of the sleeves, making sure to crunch my stomach muscles. I dropped my shirt on the floor. Taking the time to tease, I traced the outlines of my chest, circling my nipples but not touching them, and then the slight grooves of my six pack.
Kraig’s breath sped up when I reached my waistband. I pushed the button out and slowly reached for my zipper. I hadn’t taken the time to put on any underwear before we left, so I had to be careful of those metal teeth. I slid one hand my pants, and Kraig whimpered.
The callouses of my hand were rough against the head of my dick where it was peeking out of my foreskin. I resisted the urge to stroke it. I didn’t want to go off too soon. Unable to tease either of us much longer, I unzipped my pants and shoved them down. I turned sideways to lean on the shower door, and to give Kraig a look from another angle, so I could peel off my socks.
Fully naked, I turned and stood stock still, letting him see his fill. My breath came faster and harder as I scented his arousal growing stronger in the warming air.
Kraig didn’t say a word as he copied my striptease until he was just as naked. My nails flicked in and out, but his were fully exposed all the time. I wanted to feel them digging into me as we shared the steamy shower, dragging down my back.
“Come here,” I said thickly. I backed into the shower as he came toward me until we were both inside standing under the streaming showerheads. Water trailed down Kraig’s body, and I wanted to suck it off.
I dropped to my knees, holding Kraig still by his hips when he tried to join me. “No, stand still.” I started just below his nipples, right where the water dripped off his pecs. I made my way down, kissing each rib and licking a meandering trail down his belly. I sucked on the thin skin just below his belly button, not satisfied until I left a dark mark—my mark.
“Mine,” I growled. I squeezed his hips and then slid my hands back to his ass, kneading the taut muscles.
“Oh holy fuck.” Kraig slapped a hand against the wall, letting out a long, shuddery breath. His cock bobbed as his stomach muscles rippled. “Please.”
“Not yet.” Drawing it out was torture. My cock was rigid, and I wanted to wrap a hand around it and stroke, but I had other plans. Using just the tip of my tongue, I drew circles around each one of Kraig’s testicles before I sucked one into my mouth.
He groaned as I sucked them one at a time into my mouth, pulling down before letting go with a pop. I nibbled on his sack until I could hear a steady whine above the water pounding down.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to feel Kraig lose himself to the pleasure only I could bring him. The soft skin covering the head of his cock was skinned back, the tip bright red and shiny with more than just water. I licked a circle around the spongy surface, greedily gathering every musky taste, and then I sucked him deep inside my mouth to the back of my throat all at once.
“Ahhh.” Kraig shouted and shook, but I didn’t have any mercy as I pulled back, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock and then sank forward until my nose nudged his belly. Then I swallowed.
His need was mine, and I finally grabbed my throbbing cock. I palmed it roughly. Neither of us were going to last long. Kraig’s legs shook when I growled around his cock so I did it again. He thrusted, and I squeezed his ass. “Yes….” He drew out the last sound and shuddered, the very tip of his cock slipping into my throat.
I kept up with his rhythm, but he drove us there. He thrust harder until he peaked and the bitter salt of his come filled my mouth. His scent, his taste, his touch surrounded me as he grabbed the side of my head and held on tight.
That was all it took to push me over the edge.
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Friday, November 25, 2016

Contest Winner and New Sales!

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Thursday, November 24, 2016

Author Spotlight: Rachel Ravenheart with Your Alpha, My Mate

Today I'm welcoming Rachel Ravenheart, and author I've known for a while and see grow so far, with her new release "Your Alpha, My Mate".

Hello everyone! It’s me, Rachel Ravenheart, and I am visiting today to talk about my new release Your Alpha, My Mate - Lonestar Chronicles Book 1. This is a book about a young werewolf who comes from an abusive background and a cruel pack. The only way to escape this torture was to run away where he joined his cousin in Texas. 

I chose to locate the two packs in locations that I knew to make it easier to describe and allow the reader to be able to visualize them and see the kind of people that I was writing about. With this being the first story that I originally wrote by using locations I knew was easier and helped me to get into the hang of writing and made it fun to be able to share some of my favorite places.

When I finished this story I felt that there were more stories to be told about some of the other characters in the book, which is where Book 2 and 3 come from. It was fun to actually include characters from another series that I hope to share soon.

I became interested in werewolf stories after watching Twilight. This caused me to start reading werewolf stories. I have always had a fascination with m/m stories and it just felt natural for my stories to follow along those lines. 

Jamie is a shifter.
But he can't shift. That's what he wants his pack to think.
Truth is, Jamie is a white wolf. The biggest, best, strongest kind of wolf. He refuses to shift because his pack, and his parents, treat him as a misfit. An outcast. And when he takes matters into his own hands by fleeing to join the Lonestar Pack, his fate is already determined.
There will be sacrifice.
There will be war.
There will be death.
Above all, there will be love.
And love always wins.
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“You ready to go in the water?” I asked. “Let me take care of these for you. I want to see all of you.” He dropped to his knees taking my pants and shoes with him, then stood up, taking hold of my cock. He moved his free hand down and across my back and nipped my ear playfully. My body heated up as he tweaked one of my nipples gently, and I released a moan. He didn't hesitate at all before taking one of my nipples gently into his mouth.

I reached over, unbuttoned his pants and removed his jeans. I knelt before him and licked his precum that leaked out. As I licked, he reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair, and moaned loudly.

I licked slowly at first, but was soon licking faster. After a few minutes, he reluctantly pushed me away, helped me stand up, and pulled me in for a long, hard kiss.

He broke the kiss and assisted me in lying down on the soft grass. He kissed his way down my body, making sure to pay attention to each nipple. He continued his journey down my chest and down to my hips. He placed kisses on both hips and moved to my straining cock.

When his mouth enveloped my cock, it felt like I was in heaven. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair as he bobbed his head up and down, I could feel his gag reaction but he recovered quickly. He would occasionally move his attention to my balls.

He held his hand up to my mouth and had me suck on a finger to get it slick. I went up and down for a few minutes before he took his hand away then rubbed his finger over my hole, trying to gain entrance.

“Relax for me babe, this may hurt at first, but I promise it'll feel good soon.”

Author Bio
Ms. Ravenheart is new to the literary world, but has had the desire to write since junior high school. She moved from a small town in Iowa in time to start high school in Louisiana. Rachel lost sight of writing as she got bogged down with sports and school. Her dream of being a writer forgotten as she looked to the future to study Political Science with the hope of going to law school when she moved to Texas. To make her way in the world she got wrapped up in the field of nursing when she got a job as a C.N.A. and soon even her dream of law school was forgotten. Strangely, thanks to an injury, she was at home recuperating and was bored when she remembered her love for writing. Never thinking she would ever get published, she began. It was writers like Rob Colton, Mann Ramblings, and Alicia Nordwell that inspired her creativity. She found and after some encouragement she decided to post her first story. With the enthusiasm of readers her confidence grew and she took the step to send off her first story to be published. Hopefully, the first of many.
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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Mine! Chaper Twenty-eight

Hi all! Thanksgiving's tomorrow, and I hope all my fellow US citizens will have a happy and safe holiday with family and friends. This week's flash doesn't have a prompt inspiration, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!

Chapter Twenty-eight

“Why would a human werekin do this to me?” Kraig said.

“I bet I know.” Park’s nostrils were flaring. “We’ve heard the jokes and the biased bullshit about human werekin, but I don’t think any of us in this streak know how bad it is. Ritch told me stories… he was given away, sold, to another man.

“Before that, he was the lowest member of his streak. In the new group, he was even lower than that. He was a slave, a plaything. They could beat him, starve him, do anything they wanted. That’s the life of a human werekin.” He clenched his hands into fists.

“But that’s insane. It’s helpful to have human werekin loyal to the group. They can be the face to the humans. It’s not their fault they were born that way.”

Park snorted. “Apparently that sort of attitude is pretty rare. Because their spirit didn’t attract an animal soul, they’re viewed as defective. Weak. Unwanted.”

Kraig was breathing raggedly. I moved over to his side and pulled him close to me. “I didn’t know,” he said softly. “My life….”

“Has nothing to do with what they suffered.” I wouldn’t let him feel this guilt. “And just because someone tortured them doesn’t mean they can take it out on someone else. You can’t go around hurting people because they have a better life.”

He squeezed my hand and nodded.

“I don’t know how your dad got involved, but when they snatched you it was to test if a human werekin could be changed and take a bonded werekin’s soul. You had a good life, were young, happy, and healthy.”

“A prime candidate,” Park growled.

“Yes. But Kraig would be driven out of any traditional streak even with the animal soul bonding to him because he has two. That’s why he wasn’t useful to them anymore.”

“What good will it do for human werekin to become bonded werekin? Their clans already know what they are.”

“I’m not clear on that part, but I think it has to do with why Dr. Brynter was testing my blood. I thought he was making another werekin into an alpha, one more powerful than me, to take over the streak.

“I’d never do that!” Kraig said.

“Well you and I know that. He obviously didn’t. This is just part of it. I think a lot of what he was doing was testing the chemical markers that have to do with bonded werekin. That’s how he came up with the serum your dad used on you to trigger your cheetah soul to go feral.”

“Controlling their animal, making them more powerful than existing alphas… if this works on human werekin, would it work on humans?”

“I don’t know,” I said. Those were my fears, though. “If they’re stronger than even an alpha bonded werekin and they have legions of changed humans behind them, they could take over.”

Kraig’s eyes went wide. “There’d be no way to hide a war from the humans. We’d be exposed.”

“Maybe that’s their goal?” Park suggested.

I rubbed the heels of my hands against my eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t.” I took a deep breath and let it out. “I think it’s time to gather all the evidence and call for a general counsel. I don’t want to do it, but even those bigoted bastards need to know what danger we’re in.”

“What if news gets back to them? They might have accomplices like my dad, people who could warn them.”

“They killed him, so I’m sure they already know we have a lot more information than they want us to.”

Park sighed. “I’m going home so I can check on Ritch.” He stood up. “Do you want me here when I make the call?” It had been a while since Park acted as my beta officially, but I wanted to make a show of strength.

“Yes. Bring your mom and Ritch once Cameron gets back, and I’ll have Uncle Radford come over to present what he knows. I’ll reach out to the Alphas via Skype to submit our proof and demand a counsel session.”

“Goodnight.” Park gave Kraig a hug and squeezed my arm. “We’ll convince them.”

“I hope so,” Kraig said softly. “This is so messed up.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you, no matter what those other alphas think.”

Kraig shook his head. “I never realized how sheltered I was. People being bought and sold, forced to do things.” He shuddered. “Just because they were born. We didn’t do anything.”

“I know it’s wrong. My father was working on changing the minds of the older alphas, bringing more groups into the modern world, but after I took power they basically ignored me. Too young. Don’t know what I’m talking about. Would take humans in if I could since I obviously loved their world so much…” Ugh. I made a face. “I heard all their excuses why our society didn’t need to change. Well maybe now they’ll see exactly why their archaic, bigoted bullshit needs to end.”

“That’s not going to stop these werekin, not if they’ve figured out how to steal a soul and make themselves stronger. What if they attack?”

“We’ll defend ourselves,” I said grimly. No one was going to hurt Kraig ever again. Not if they wanted to live. “Let’s try to get some sleep. I’ll send Uncle Radford a text in the morning after I check on Cameron’s progress.”

Kraig glanced at the bed, but I led him into the bathroom. A hot shower—together—was exactly what we needed.

I can see a lot of drama in the future with hidebound leaders too entrenched in their own power! More next week but you can still read more flash fiction today.

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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

I'm Thankful Sale! $1 self-published titles!

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Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Mine! Chapter 27

Hey! It's another week and another flash update. There are answers in this one!!! I won't go on and on, I'm sure you're eager to read it. This week's 1k was inspired by the prompt: I doubt it sincerely.

Chapter 27

I paced back and forth across the living room floor, but it wasn’t enough. My mind raced, and being trapped inside four walls was only making it worse. I picked up my phone and sent Park a text. That way if he and Kraig came back they would know where I was. It also reminded me that I needed to get Kraig a phone. We may not be parted that often, or very far, but he needed a way to get in touch with me if he needed me.

Once I hit the grass in the backyard, I removed my shoes. The blades were cool between my toes. It had been too long since I let loose, and the strain on my animal soul was telling. My senses fluctuated, since getting too strong and then fading away, the sounds from hundreds of yards away echoing in my ears.

Even stronger than the bond between my spirit and Kraig’s was the bond between me and my animal soul. A part of me, yet also somehow a separate force, the wild nature of my Tiger soul needed to be let free. I ripped my shirt over my head and dropped it to the ground. I close my eyes and lifted my face to the night sky taking deep breaths, listening to the land around me.

And then I ran.

I quickly left the manicured lawn behind and entered the forest that joined with the back of the alpha property. It was even darker under the trees, but that wasn’t a problem for me. I ran on instinct, giving everything up human so I could think of nothing. Every movement was dictated by the Tiger inside of me as I fluidly avoided trees, rocks, and roots sticking up out of the ground ready to trip me. I didn’t stop until I finally reached the rushing river.

Panting I stood next to the water. I wish it was clean enough to drink because I was very thirsty. Running felt good, but there was no way to outrun my problems. All werekins’ problems. I made a loop checking the other border on the south side of my property, making sure there were no intruders.

They knew we had Ritch. Henry had told them we had Kraig after I found him. I’ve never seen any indication that Henry knew who the doctor really was and that he still held Kraig prisoner, or if Henry thought truly thought he disposed of Kraig like he was supposed to do when the experiment went wrong.

When I got back to the house Kraig and Park were waiting for me. I picked up my shirt from the grass and used it to wipe the sweat off my face and chest. “How’s your mom doing?” I asked.

“She’s fine." Parker tilted his head to one side and stared at me.

“What?" I scowled at him. “Why are you staring at me?”

“You haven’t run like that in a long time,” was all he said. He wasn’t joking. The muscles in my calves quivered, and I was exhausted. Lack of sleep, stress, and running for miles had me on edge.

"Tell us what’s wrong," Kraig said. He was wrapped in a blanket and sitting on the porch swing. “And don’t try to say nothing. You were coming to look at the files on your laptop but it doesn’t look like you even opened it.”

“Let’s go inside. I need some water.” I was also afraid of who or what might just be hiding in the darkness. I’d already missed a betrayer close to me. If there was anyone else still here working for the group responsible for what that doctor did to innocent werekin, I wasn’t going to give them any information they didn’t already have.

I trudged up the stairs and into the house. “I need some water,” I said. I filled a tall glass, gulped it down, and then refill it again. How was I going to tell them this?

“Let’s sit down.” Sitting would be a good thing. I set my glass down on the table and then spread my fingers out, placing my hands flat on the surface. I took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. Kraig, that doctor kept you a prisoner because of me."

“What!” Park leaned forward and hissed. “What do you mean because of you?”

“I doubt it sincerely. And who are they?” Kraig asked.

“Instead of coming back here to look to the computer files again, I went to that house. I found information hidden in that secret room where you are kept, Kraig. I found an ID that belongs to Ritch’s cousin. It must have been because he had secretly mated a leopard that it didn’t show he had a blood bond.

“They never intended you to have two animal souls, Kraig. You were supposed to receive a Tiger soul. They wanted to see what would happen if the created a bonded werekin from a human werekin, and then sent him to infiltrate a group. The doctor’s notes said that when a bonded werekin dies his soul can rebond immediately or waits in some sort of limbo before a suitable unborn werekin is ready to receive a soul.

“They gave you drugs, and cut into your brain to stimulate part of it into that same state of an unborn werekin, and then they killed the Tiger. But when his soul left his body, his leopard mate also lost her soul. She died, and they both entered you.”

“The doctor was ordered to kill you. Your dad told the doctor about me. The bastard wanted to experiment on a blood-bonded pair, so he brought you here."

Kraig’s hands curled into fists. “You’re saying my dad knew I was in the basement the whole time?”


“You haven’t answered his question yet.” Park’s voice was a quiet snarl. “Who. Are. They?”

“Human werekin.”


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Monday, November 14, 2016

Interview with Lexi Ander, Author of Death Mask

I'm super excited to welcome Lexi Ander to my blog today to share about her newest eBook, Death Mask (omg, that cover is HOT!) with an interview. And don't forget to enter her Rafflecopter for your chance to win a one of two signed paperback copies!

*waves* Hi! I'm Lexi Ander, author of the new release Death Mask. I'd like to thank Alicia for hosting me today and for the fun interview!

What’s one location you’d love to go to research for a story?
Hands down, India. I would need a lot of spending money because there would be so much that I would want to bring home with me.

Do you have a favorite quote?
This has been my #1 favorite quote since I was seventeen.

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.” 
Frank Herbert, Dune

If you had to only work on one project for the next year... what would it be?
Bespoken… Because if I didn't there would be people knocking on my door ready to lynch me for not getting to it yet. LOL!

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
Play Minecraft. No joke. There's something very relaxing about playing the game. Plus, it's really easy to play and listen to an audiobook. That's the ultimate in my opinion. The second best activity is crocheting. I can multitask while doing that, too, whether it's watching TV or listening to an audiobook. :)

How long did it take you to write this story?
Surprisingly, Death Mask took about three weeks to write and an extra week to edit before submitting. It really didn't fight me at all. I started on Releasing Chaos right afterwards and that book took forever—three months—and it fought me all the way from beginning to end.

What are your future projects?
I've just finished putting together what I wanted to accomplish the next twelve months. There's every chance that I won't get to half these but the first four are a must.

Title: Death Mask

Series: Black Harbingers MC

Author(s): Lexi Ander

Cover Artist: Kirby Crow

Categories: Gay, Urban Fantasy, Fairy Tales, Roughhouse Raiders

Length: 43,000 words

Release Date: November 9, 2016


Grim Misery, the President of the Black Harbinger Motorcycle Club, discovers a wounded warlock and four werepups aboard the club's LSD shipment. And the news kept getting better and better. Not only is the warlock sitting on the edge of death, he's illegally bonded to the werepups, which could trigger a war with the werewolves—and he turns out to be Misery's estranged husband.

Years ago, Griffin turned Misery away to be with another warlock by the name of Marcheso Aldo. Misery left everything behind, even his family, but couldn't shake the heartbreak Griffin caused. With Griffin thrust back into Misery's life, he discovers things aren't as they seem... and everything is about to get much, much worse.


Chapter One

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live." ~Norman Cousins

"Prez, you're gonna want to take a look at this." Nightingale, Sergeant in Arms of the Black Harbingers MC, called to me from the tail end of the box truck that recently arrived from the docks. The products the vehicle carried included the much-awaited shipment of LSD for the city's elder vampires. The goods were late by one week, and I had some agitated parasites on my hands. If someone so much as fucked with the shite, they would be in a world of hurt, because I had no qualms feeding the arseholes to the bloodsuckers.

The clubhouse for the MC was a repurposed three-story library. The block had been slated for demolition after World War II to make way for a strip mall or some such. I loved the building, with its Grecian columns, marble floors, and the liberal use of dark woods. She had character, and after I greased a few palms, she became our clubhouse, our home.

On the ground floor, to the rear of the building, were two bay doors. Semis could back up to one of them, allowing people to walk into the bed without using a ramp. The second bay, vehicles drove directly onto the dock. Granted, unloading the boxes was harder, but we didn't have to worry about prying eyes and for this shipment, we needed complete privacy.

By the tone of Night's voice, I wouldn't like what I'd see. One of the prospects had been sent to retrieve the truck from the docks. Not quite members of the MC, prospects were initiates working through the probationary period. Simply put, they were the club's gofers. They did anything and everything the brothers asked of them. They guarded the bikes in public places, manned the doors at the parties, and made sure no one unauthorized entered the clubhouse. If a brother's old lady needed to go somewhere, a prospect escorted them. The list of shitty duties was endless. At the end of the probation period, the brothers voted the prospect in or out, but until then, the prospect did what they were told, without complaint. Our newest prospect, Tinman, who'd picked up the box truck, stood off to the side looking concerned, but not afraid.

"The truck was where you'd said it'd be, Misery. There weren't any problems and no one followed me," he said, without prompting.

When I rounded the rear of the non-descript vehicle, the door was rolled up, exposing the back of the compartment, stacked with boxes. Nightingale stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his cut hidden by the muscular bulk of his arms. At one time, he'd been a Noble Fae. From which court, I'd never asked. When most preternaturals came looking to join the Black Harbingers, they left behind who they once were. The brothers only cared about the here and now, content to leave whatever hell they'd escaped in the past. We all carried secrets best left undisturbed, and we let sleeping dogs lie, so to speak.

Those who didn't know of Nightingale's origins wouldn't have believed he belonged to that waif-like race. He'd shed his litheness, becoming a motherfucking powerhouse of strength and muscle. Even his unnaturally-white hair, which many people assumed the poor bastard had gone gray early, didn't soften his appearance. Most bikers didn't have facial piercings because they stumbled into too many fistfights, but not Night. He wore a ring in the right nostril and two in his bottom lip that he fiddled with when something bothered him, like now. When he met my gaze, his green eyes were troubled. Then the scent hit me.


When I went to ask what the fuck he was waiting for, Night placed a pale finger over his lips, biding me to listen. The sound was faint, but the soft whines of some kind of dog or… Well, fuck me sideways.

"Someone find Hog and Lalios." My request was made in a low voice, but the brothers jumped to it as if I'd yelled. Perhaps they felt my tension or they, too, scented the blood wafting from the back of the truck, now that the door had been raised.

More than one person drew a weapon. Grabbing the handrail on the side of the door, I readied to climb into the back.

"Misery," Night called to me softly, but I ignored him.

Even if werewolves had hidden in the truck, I didn't worry about my safety. The sound of the pitiful, tiny snarls and growls intensified when my heavy boots struck the bed. Pausing to listen, I couldn't hear an adult voice among the pups. With the scent of blood heavier in the confines of the cabin, I surmised the parent was severely injured. A werewolf in pain was a dangerous creature, more animal than man. Blinded by the agony, instinct would take over, and he, or she, would attack first to protect their young. If that were to happen, then I was the one equipped to handle the werewolf. Sure, I could be hurt like anyone else, but I was hard to kill. Living for almost two hundred years had proven that.

Listening intently, I heard three, perhaps four distinct voices, which was surprising. Nowadays, werewolves lived longer than they did five hundred years ago. When they became the stuff of folklore, people stopped hunting them. Since they lived a more peaceful existence, the number of litters they birthed dropped off to where pups were now born singly to couples every hundred years or so. The young were precious to the packs and there being four here made my skin crawl with foreboding. The day kept getting better and better.

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Giving Away Two (2) Signed Paperbacks of Death Mask

Author Bio
Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.

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Thursday, November 10, 2016

On Fire Release Tour Contest Winners!

I want to thank everyone who followed the blog tour for my newest eBook release, On Fire. I wanted to announce the winners of the prizes in the Rafflecopter contest. Emails have gone out, but I wanted to congratulate Paul, Sandra, Jen & Shirley!!

Also, if you didn't win and your budget hasn't stretched to a new story in a while, check out my 4.3k short story, Death Left Forgotten, live today! Part of GayAuthor's newest anthology themed Blindsided/The Forgotten,  Parker Owens says: It's heartbreaking, yet beautiful.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

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Wednesday Briefs: Mine! Chapter 26

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Chapter Twenty-six

I was halfway home when I stopped dead in the middle of the road. I poured over the files that the doctor had secured on his computer, and Uncle Radford was researching the scientific information. What I hadn’t done was gone back to that house. After I pulled Kraig out of that horrific room in the basement, I’d ordered the house closed and locked. I didn’t want anything to remind him of what suffered there.

But who knew what might be there? I’ve been in shock when I realized Kraig was the werekin being experimented on. And why had he been taking samples from my streak? He’d already changed Kraig. Was there something about him specifically that was different?

The last thing I wanted to do was go into that basement again, but it look like that was where I was about to go. Answers were more important than my rage and pain, knowing just how long Kraig had been there suffering when I should have known. He told me to forgive myself, because there was no way I would have connected to him as a human werekin. They were outside the power of the alpha.

I marched to that house in the darkness. My eyes were just enough to see by the moonlight as I went inside. The stench of old death was awful, and I tried to take shallow breaths. No one in their right mind would keep sensitive information on the open, and the doctor had gone to all the trouble of constructing a hidden lab in the basement concealed behind a false wall.

It would make sense to start there.

Once I hit the basement stairs I turned on the light. I didn’t want to alert anyone to my presence in the house, if one or more of the guards passed by on patrol, but there were no windows in the basement so the stairs to send it in to pitch blackness. The wooden stairs creaked under my feet, and I had to resist the urge to creep down them silently.

There was no one to surprise here. The house was empty. Not even flies buzzed around the dark bloodstain staining the concrete floor where the doctor had fallen after I eviscerated him. I climbed through the hole in the false wall and reached up for the bare bulb dangling from the ceiling.

Harsh light cast shadows all around the room as the bulbs swung and then gradually steadied. I flipped my claws in and out as I prowled the perimeter of the room first. I couldn’t escape the sight of those chains, the vicious sharp cuffs that it held Kraig to the wall.

When we need uncovered this plot, and stopped everyone involved from hurting anyone else again, I would have this house razed to the ground and the empty hole filled in. I rapped on the wall as I walked just in case the doctor had seen fit to hide another area behind a false front, but they were solid.

My stomach churned as I approached the long metal counter that ran along one wall. Needles, vials, little metal tools, and even an electrical stun gun cluttered the surface. There were several specimen jars, Petri dishes and slides along with two different microscopes and a few other pieces of equipment I didn’t recognize. Maybe Uncle Radford would.

I pulled out my phone, and brought up the camera. I took pictures of everything. Slipping my phone in my pocket, I growled. This was the part I really didn’t want to do. I picked up the first petri dish and looked inside. There was a red gel surrounding a piece of flesh, clearly something cut from Kraig’s body because one edge of it held a rosette.

The only thing that would keep me going was my rage. If I stopped for even a moment and considered how they’d taken these bits and pieces from him, I’d go insane and destroy the entire room. I took a deep breath— instantly regretting it— and then blew it out. What I needed was papers that had to be some here somewhere.

Nothing was visible on top of the table, so I began to run my fingers along the edges of the wall along the top. No cubbies or anything else that I can detect. I crouched just a few feet away from where Kraig had lain for months on that cold gray concrete floor, and looked under the table.

“Jackpot!” Built into the bottom of the table were two recesses. They each were fastened by a lock creating a built in secure box. Lack of the key wasn’t going to stop me. I jammed my fingers into the crack between the table and the front of the boxes and I yanked downward. Pain shot through my claws, and one cracked, but the metal gave with a screech.

And notebook, a phone, and several file folders tumbled to the floor. I gathered them up and set them carefully on top of the table. I reached inside both boxes to make sure they were empty. Something slick was under the fingers of my left hand. I slid it out.

It was an ID. Studying the face, I could see the resemblance to Ritch. This had to be what I was looking for. I clutched the ID and stood. I grabbed the rest of my find and headed home like I originally planned.

The doctor had definitely thought he was secure in his hiding places. The actual experiment results made little sense to me, but the personal notes he made in the notebook were invaluable. I finally knew why he’d chosen Kraig, why he’d been taking so many samples from me.

I shoved the notebook across the table and rubbed my forehead. There was no magical rewind button, no way to put the genie back in the bottle.

But revealing the information could rock the entire werekin world.


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