Welcome Sixers! This week we’re back with Miki, Grant and Dayne.

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“That’s not underwear. That’s, that’s, hell, I have no idea what that is but it certainly isn’t underwear,” Grant argued.
“I’ll have you know they’re very expensive underwear.”
“I’ll write you a check.” Grant stuck his fingers into the lacy webbing and ripped them apart. The sound of tearing cloth was drowned out by Miki’s gasp.

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This week’s theme is setting but with a twist. Setting as a character. I wasn’t sure how to approach this one and in the end I decided to use a scene from Coyote Wild  where the tension of the coming meeting has a life of its own.

Coyote Hunger Book 2

Brogan Wilder knows all about animal urges. As a coyote shifter, he’s lived with them all his life but he’s never experienced the bone-deep hunger Eloise Crawford elicits. Claiming a mate is one thing. Claiming one who’s human and has no idea shifters exist is another matter altogether. In El, he’s found his destiny. Now he just has to convince her they are meant to be together.

A visit to help her best friend with wedding plans seems like just the kind of relaxation El is after. But once she arrives, there’s nothing relaxing about the reaction she has to her friend’s brother. Suddenly her senses are on high alert and she’s drawn to him in a way she finds nothing short of terrifying. But there’s more to this man than his golden eyes and magical touch. There’s something else. Something not exactly human.

Accepting her fate should have been the difficult part, but when El finds herself the target of an outraged pack member, the true struggle begins.

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Brogan paced the meeting room. The seven other members of the pack sat in silence. No one had spoken a word since he and Quinn had arrived. William was the one to break the quiet.
“There’s no point getting agitated, Sovereign. Marcus should be here soon.”
Brogan glared at him without breaking stride. Every instinct he had screamed at him to return to El. Something wasn’t right. Marcus took every opportunity to undermine his leadership with the eagerness of a teenager getting his first taste of pussy. So where the hell was he?
Something was definitely wrong.
“Five more minutes and we’re leaving,” he growled.
He had to get back to El. He’d left her at the house with Rowan. She should be safe and the time together would be good for El, she could learn a lot from his sister but he wanted to be close by. Needed to be close to her.
There was a ruckus outside the room before the door crashed open. Expecting Marcus to have arrived Brogan turned to find Rowan, red-faced and covered in sweat. Naked as the day she was born, Rowan stood, her chest heaving for breath. Steve slipped into the room behind her.
Quinn was out of his chair, stripping off his jacket and across the room in a second. Like a gunshot, the echo of his chair hitting the floor thundered in the quiet room.
“He took her!” Rowan gasped out.
Every muscle went taut. Every nerve sprang to life and Brogan’s coyote fought to be free.
“What the hell?” Quinn struggled to get Rowan covered. “Let me get my jacket on you.”
“No. He took her,” she repeated taking a step toward Brogan.
“When?” He didn’t need to ask who, it was obvious by his conspicuous absence at this meeting he’d prompted.
Marcus.
I’ll kill him!
“I don’t know how long.” Rowan’s breathing had eased and Quinn lowered her into a chair William pulled over.
“Oh my God! You’re hurt!” Quinn pulled her from the seat, took her place and cradled Rowan in his lap. “You’re bleeding, Rowan.” Color drained from Quinn’s face.
Brogan strode over, pushed William out of the way to get to his sister. “What the hell happened, Rowan? Who hurt you?”
“It’s okay.” Her words were laced with exhaustion. “Just a bump.”
“Like fuck it’s ‘just a bump.’ The damn thing is bleeding down your back.” Quinn’s barely suppressed anger vibrated in his voice.
Brogan lifted the hair from the back of Rowan’s neck and saw the trail of red running from her scalp. Examining the cut on the back of her head, he decided she’d probably need stitches.
“Get Doc,” Brogan barked.
One of the Council members scuttled off to do his bidding and he turned Rowan’s head gently to look at her eyes.
“How long were you out, Rowan?”
“Don’t know,” she murmured.
“Do you know where he took El?” Fear for El clawed at his gut and gave him a harsh tone.
“No, I lost them. They were gone when I came to. I followed their scent through the woods but he had a vehicle waiting about halfway down the drive. I just know he took the road north. He went up the mountain, not down.” Her words were starting to slur and her eyelids drooped then finally closed as she used the last of her energy.
The room around them came to life with the councilmen talking over one another. Doc Munroe hustled in closely followed by two guys pushing a gurney.
“Lay her on the bed, Quinn,” Gordie Munroe ordered.
Indecision flashed in Quinn’s eyes. Brogan knew he’d be torn between getting Rowan the care she needed and not wanting to let her go. Brogan could relate. He’d felt the same when El had been caught in the snowstorm.
Steve stepped close beside him. “Brogan, I think I know where he’s gone.” He kept his voice low so only Brogan would hear.
“Where?”

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It’s Sunday and you all know what that means. Yep, Six Sentences for all you sixers.  This week’s six are from my upcoming release. *bounces around like a three year old on sugar* Just over ONE week until Truth or Dare goes live! Of course it’s up for pre-sale in all the usual places already…..enjoy!

“Truth.”

“What’s your most secret sexual fantasy?”

Jeez, she wasn’t pulling any punches. He kept his gaze on Frankie. If he looked at Miki and Dayne like he wanted to there wouldn’t be any point in taking the shot or opening his mouth and spilling the beans. He tapped the glass.

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The theme this week is fear and while that might seem to be an easy choice I found it hard to decide what I’d share today. I’ve gone with a scene from Coyote Home where Quinn discovers that having Rowan home doesn’t mean everything is a-okay.

Coming home was never going to be easy for Rowan Wilder, but after six years she didn’t think it would be this hard. First she can’t control her inner coyote, then she has to deal with her mate and the madman out to get them both. Determined to take her rightful place in the pack, Rowan must face each hurdle and succeed. To fail could mean losing her life.

Quinn MacClellan is more than ready for the return of his mate and he’ll do anything to keep her safe and by his side. He couldn’t protect her years ago, but things are different now and he won’t let anything or anyone separate them again. Together they’ll confront all obstacles and ensure the future they both deserve.

Snippet:

Quinn stared at Rowan.

What the hell just happened?

One minute she was in his arms the next she was shifting. He let go, allowed her to slide to the floor as she changed to coyote. If he wasn’t so freaked out he’d laugh at the sight of her in T-shirt and shorts. Brogan made it across the room as Quinn dropped to his knees beside her.

“What the hell happened?” Brogan’s words echoed his own thoughts.

“I don’t know.”

Quinn stroked the fur along her neck. Rowan’s eyes drifted closed and she lowered to her belly on a sigh. Her movements were lethargic—listless, as she settled into a comfortable position. A shudder rippled down her canine body and her breathing evened out, slowed, deepened. He knew she’d taken a run earlier, that’s how he knew she was here. Brogan had asked him to check on the group of naturals living up on Whispering Ridge—make sure they had a food source. He’d been heading back when he smelled her. Rowan’s scent was imprinted on his soul, he’d know it anywhere.

He had run the rest of the way back to the house as fast as his human legs would take him, only to discover she wasn’t there. His nose never failed him, he had known she was close. He’d yelled for Brogan to follow, stripped out of his clothes and taken to the forest in coyote form. Excitement and fear in equal measures had swamped him. What was she doing up the mountain? Why hadn’t she told him she was arriving today?

Rowan’s warmth and scent soaked into him. His fingers tangled in her coat, trailed down her neck and over her side. She whined softly, snuffled and settled back down when he petted her head and murmured soothing words. It didn’t matter how she’d gotten here or why she’d come without telling him or Brogan. What mattered was the years of waiting were over.

Rowan was finally home.

“Is she asleep?” Brogan’s whispered words were laced with concern.

“Yeah, I think so.” Quinn scooped her up in his arms, bundled her against his chest as best he could. Brogan steadied him as he got to his feet. “I’ll put her on the sofa, closer to the fire.”

“Is she sick?”

“I don’t think so. Her temperature feels normal and she talked and looked fine before…” He didn’t want to think about the scorching kiss they’d shared before she’d changed in his arms.

He placed her on the sofa and settled on the floor in front of her, continued to stroke her coat, more to soothe himself than Rowan. Brogan brought the cups of coffee she’d poured them. He passed Quinn his before he sat in the chair opposite. They remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Neither voiced their concern about Rowan’s sudden appearance. Quinn had no idea how long they sat there while she slept, all he knew was he’d finished the coffee long before her eyes opened.

A sigh of relief huffed from his chest and he smiled.

“Shift back, Rowan,” he murmured.

She took a long time to change back and Quinn wondered if Brogan’s concern about illness had merit. She looked tired. The dark circles under her eyes were a deep purple and sunken into the tender flesh of her face. He ran his fingertips over her cheek, along her jaw, around her neck and into her hair. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over hers. Quinn pulled back an inch and kept his eyes focused on hers.

“Hey. How do you feel?”

“I’m okay, just need to rest.”

“What happened, Rowan?”

“I’ve ignored my coyote too long. I can’t control the shift anymore.” She swallowed hard, licked her lips. “And changing drains my strength.”

“What do you mean you can’t control it?” Quinn asked.

“It just happens. Like just now, my coyote took over and I couldn’t hold her back. I couldn’t earlier either.”

“Here, drink some water.” Brogan offered her a glass. “When did this start?”

Quinn helped Rowan sit up and she leaned back into the sofa, squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep trembling breath. Her eyelids lifted and the tears pooling in the brown orbs tore at Quinn’s heart like claws. “Today’s the first day I’ve shifted in six years.”

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We’re back! We skipped last week due to Christmas but this week we’re back to flashing six sentences.  

“What?” she croaked.

“You should fuck him.” Jane’s gaze was steady. “I’ve seen the way he eats you up with his eyes. He’s hot for you, and before you deny it, I know you’ve been having all sorts of interesting fantasies about him. You told me so yourself.”

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This week’s theme is endings, quite appropriate when you consider the date. I wasn’t sure what to pick for the snippet this week but I finally decided on an ‘ending’ of sorts. This is the final appearance of Marcus in the Coyote Hunger series and it’s most definitely an ending for him. Enjoy.

“Doc” Gordie has tried to keep Steve McKenna at arm’s length, but the sexy coyote shifter is under her skin, in her blood and in her heart. No matter how much she fears what he makes her feel, she can’t bear to stay away. After he rescues her from a vicious attack, Gordie is helpless to deny the sizzling attraction burning between them.

There hasn’t been a day Steve has not wanted Doc in his bed, but bruised and bloody is not what he had in mind. The need for revenge is riding his coyote—almost as much as his aching desire to finally claim Doc as his own. But that will have to wait. He must first convince Doc the safest place for her is by his side. When a second attack draws them together, suppressed needs explode, leaving no doubt where they both belong. But danger is never far behind and Gordie is forced to make a fatal decision that could destroy all they’ve worked so hard to discover.

Snippet:-

“Gordie, run!” Tatum’s shout got Gordie moving again.

Her heart pounded against her ribs and her lungs refused to take more than small gulps of air. She would not let him win this time. There wasn’t much in the way of weapons in the clinic but she could improvise. Gordie picked up the bundle of magazines on the corner table and threw them at the mass of wrestling bodies. It was enough to draw the masked attacker’s attention away from Tatum.

With a growl he shoved Tatum aside and came at Gordie. Spinning on her heel she ran toward the room most likely to hold some kind of weapon. The morgue. Moments ago the hallway had seemed short, now it appeared to go on forever before she reached her destination. Trays of sterile surgical implements sat to one side of the large room and Gordie headed straight for them. Scooping up a handful of plastic-covered steel, she darted around the end of an exam table, putting the slab of cold metal between her and Marcus.

She had no doubt who hid behind the ski mask. Gordie would never forget those eyes. He’d been wearing the same clothes two days ago so it was obvious who had returned. Tatum hadn’t made a sound after he’d flung her against the wall and the doctor in Gordie wanted to go check to see if the other woman was all right but she couldn’t afford to let her guard down or neither of them would be okay.

“You can’t hide from me, non-blood bitch.” His shout echoed down the hall.

Gordie crouched down behind the table and peered around the pedestal base to watch the doorway. If he kept going she could sneak out of the room and back to Tatum. His heavy footfalls grew closer.

“I’ll kill you when I get my hands on you.” He was moving from room to room, searching for her.

Fear sliced into her. He outweighed her by at least one hundred pounds, probably more, but Gordie knew the soft spots, knew where to strike to inflict the most damage if she had to.

“You can’t hide and that bitch out front isn’t going to save your sorry ass from what I’ve got planned.”

His words chilled her blood, the venom in them unmistakable. She also couldn’t miss the slight tinge of madness ringing in his voice. Gordie knew he’d checked most of the other rooms, knew it was only a matter of time before he reached this one and she needed a plan. Two plans. One for when he found her and one for if he passed on by.

“You’re going to pay for all the trouble you’ve caused.”

Trouble? What trouble? Gordie had no idea what he was talking about. She’d never had much to do with Marcus. He’d always considered her beneath him because she was human and then after Anthony had died he’d never even glanced her way. He hadn’t even come to her for medical treatment once since she’d taken over the clinic from her stepfather.

“You think you’re so smart hooking up with that McKenna bastard.” He was in the next room, moving closer with every breath.

She fingered the plastic packets in her hands, glanced down quickly to see exactly what she had. Three scalpels, two sets of forceps and two pairs of scissors. What would she do with the forceps? A sound in the doorway drew her gaze. Black boots and jeans up to the knee were visible. She wasn’t game to move for a better look. Gordie watched those boots intently. The second he came toward her or left she’d be ready.

He turned and went back into the hall. Air rushed from her chest, hissed through her teeth as relief filled her. Gordie carefully removed the plastic from the instruments and counted to one hundred before standing and tiptoeing toward the door. She couldn’t hear anything and that worried her more than having him in the doorway in front of her would have. Soundlessly, she made her way across the room.

Her skin prickled and instinct made her jump back seconds before he charged into the room. He reached for her throat, his hands wrapping around her neck and hooking in her jacket as she tried to spin away. The zipper on her coat dug into her skin and she gagged as her airway was crushed. Gordie brought her hand up, scissors extended and drove them into the nearest body part. Cloth tore and skin broke as she pushed with all her strength. Marcus howled in pain and his grip loosened, allowing her to twist free of his hold.

“Bitch!” He’d removed his mask, his gaunt face skeletal in appearance and a mere impression of his former self.

Marcus lunged for her, the scissors protruding from between the fourth and fifth ribs near the center of his chest. His fingers caught her sleeve and he wrenched her back against him. The steal handles of the scissors dug into her shoulder and she applied pressure to drive them deeper. A curse filled her ears and he shoved her forward, sent her tumbling to the floor. Pain exploded in her back as she went down and she rolled away just before he kicked out a second time.

“Not so fucking tough now are you?” He lashed out with his foot again, grazing her hip with the toes.

Gordie grabbed at his pants, tangled her fingers in the fabric and pulled. He teetered above her so she gave the jeans another yank and sent him crashing to the ground beside her. She clambered for purchase but she slid on the slippery tile beneath her hands and feet. Steal glinted next to her and she realized she’d dropped her makeshift weapons in their struggle. Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around the nearest one.

“Fucking bitch!” Marcus crawled after her.

With desperation she lashed out, but he dodged to the side and the blade of a scalpel glanced along his cheek, barely leaving a scratch. He kept coming, managed to pin her beneath him, his body crushing hers. She kicked and punched, bucked and thrashed in an attempt to dislodge him. Marcus tangled his fingers in her hair and used his grip to slam her head into the ground repeatedly. Stars burst before her eyes and Gordie’s arms flailed about without purpose.

He was going to kill her. There was no way she could throw him off, he was too heavy. Tears burned her eyes and throat as he once again wrapped his hands around her neck and began to squeeze. The back of her head pounded but the pain had begun to go numb. Her arms and legs wouldn’t work properly, their weight too much to move. Her vision blurred, blackness creeping in around the edges and she thought she heard someone call her name.

Steve.

“He’s too late.” Marcus laughed above her, his face a grotesque, distorted image. “You’re dead, bitch, and he’s next.”

“No.” The hoarse cry hurt her throat but she couldn’t let him get Steve. With the last of her energy Gordie lifted her arm, the scalpel still in her hand, and slashed out at his face. At first she thought she’d missed. Marcus stopped squeezing and his mouth fell open. Everything happened in slow motion. For seconds neither of them breathed and then blood began to bead in a long line down the side of his neck. The beading quickly turned to a flow.

The flow increased rapidly until blood pumped from the slice in gushing waves. She’d hit his carotid artery. Marcus let go of her throat and grabbed his neck but he couldn’t stop the surge. He fell to the side and Gordie used her hands and feet to scramble backward. She slipped and slid in the pool of blood forming on the floor, the slick warmth made her move quicker in a bid to get away. But it was all around her, over her. His hands fell from his body as he collapsed with the gurgle of his final breath in his throat.

Gordie stared at Marcus’ lifeless body, the sea of red spreading out around him and began to tremble. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she curled into a ball and brought her hands up to cover her face. Sobs racked her chest, the heaving gasps compressing her ribs and stomach with pain. Wetness soaked into her clothes and she uncovered her eyes to see nothing but the blood she’d spilled surrounding her.

A cry of anguish echoed in the room, the sound vibrating in her ears as her scream of agony went on and on.

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Delilah Devlin
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Rhian

We’re already knee deep in presents at the in-laws house. We were up early ripping into our own before loading presents into the car and heading out for the day. I hope, like me, you get to spend the day with family and friends enjoying way too much food.

From the Cahill tribe to you and yours, we wish you a happy, safe Christmas and New Year.

Rhian

The theme this week is beginnings so I thought I’d go with my first ever published story, One Night In Bangkok. 

One night in Bangkok is all it takes to turn Beth Martin’s plans upside down. After being betrayed by her fiance the last thing she needs is another man screwing up her life. But Tom is different. He makes her feel sensations long forgotten, makes her want in ways best left unspoken. Can she live out her wildest fantasies in one decadent night? And when it’s over, can she walk away?

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Sweat oozed from every pore, pooled and then dripped between Beth’s breasts, the slide of moisture a warm caress, like a lover’s tongue. The loose blouse she’d picked in hope of beating the oppressive heat failed miserably when faced with the stifling temperature of downtownBangkok. Plastered to her skin, the saturated blue silk had turned opaque and did little more than cling to her leaving nothing to hide her flesh from roaming eyes.

Her back and arms hadn’t escaped the flood of fluid this humid, stinking hot climate pulled from her body either. Her flowing cotton skirt stuck to the rivulets of sweat that coated her legs. Beth could imagine her knees making squelching sounds with every step she took.

Her thighs clung together on every pass, grabbed and held before they let go with a small pop. Her hotel stood at the end of the block, and she lengthened her stride as the urge to run the last few steps stole through her. The ten minute walk from the American Embassy felt like hours.

If today’s heat and humidity were the norm, it would take far longer than she’d anticipated to acclimate to living inThailand. Every breath she dragged in bathed her airway with a layer of the moisture that hung heavy in the air. Was it possible to drown in such humid conditions?

As she approached, the doorman offered a smile and opened the door to the hotel foyer. A blast of cold air reached out and wrapped around her. The chill burned as it stroked over her hot flesh. Each step inside the air-conditioned room took her temperature down by small increments. The coat of sweat she wore turned tacky and cool, not much of an improvement but relief was in sight. Beth turned away from the elevators and toward the lobby bar. An ice cold drink would do wonders to help restore her composure.

Beth made her way to the far corner, picking three chairs grouped around a large, low timber table. As she sank into the plush leather upholstery she breathed a sigh of relief and dropped her bag on the table. Her body sagged into the cold seat and her head fell against the backrest. As her eyes closed, she drew in her first deep breath.

Bliss. If today was what she could expect weather-wise, then being able to find relief for just small amounts of time would be enough to get her through until she could adjust to living in a tropical location.

Around her the room started to come alive. Beth hadn’t taken notice of anyone when she’d made her way to the corner but now she could hear others. A murmured conversation was taking place to her right—two businessmen speaking in English. Off to the left she heard a man and woman speaking in what she assumed was Thai.

She turned her head and opened her eyes to see. The man behind the bar smiled and placed drinks on a tray as the woman spoke rapidly in a language Beth didn’t understand and he laughed. With an ease that belied her small stature, the waitress picked up the tray, placed it on one hand and turned as she brought it up to hold over her shoulder.

Beth knew it wasn’t an easy skill to learn; she’d dropped many a tray in her first years as a waitress. She smiled at memories of a life that until six months ago had been all she’d ever wanted.

Her lips pulled down in a frown. It had all been a lie. How did one man’s deceit shatter everything she thought about herself? Just thinking about what she’d allowed Alexander to turn her into and the doubts about herself his words had provoked had her grinding her teeth.

No more. He would never again have the opportunity to hurt her.

The waitress stepped up beside her. About to order a drink, Beth watched in shock as the server placed a drink coaster and a tall glass filled with an orange liquid and ice on the table in front of her. As the woman straightened, Beth snapped out of her stupor enough to speak.

“I didn’t order that.”

“No ma’am. It’s compliments of the gentleman over there.” The waitress turned and pointed to a man sitting on the other side of the room.

“Oh.”  Lost for words, she turned back to look at her own table.

When was the last time a man had bought her a drink? A man she didn’t know. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been in a bar. Beth reached for the glass, the cold surface slick and wet against her fingers. She plucked the little umbrella stabbed into a piece of pineapple from the top, brought the beverage to her nose and tried to distinguish the contents by smell.

“It’s the house specialty, a tropical fruit cocktail, ma’am. There’s no alcohol, just fresh fruit from the local region.”

Beth hadn’t heard the woman return and she jumped at the sound of her voice. As she jostled the glass, ice clinked and some of the cocktail sloshed over the side and onto her fingers. She swapped hands and quickly brought her fingers to her lips to lick up the runaway drink. The juice’s fresh sweetness burst across her tongue.

As Beth slid her finger out of her mouth she looked over at the man who’d sent her the drink. Intending to send him a smile, her lips froze in half a curl when their gazes connected.

He watched her with such rapt attention over the top of his drink her breath caught in her throat. Too engaged with the man across the room she never noticed the waitress leave. Holding her gaze, he raised his glass in a silent toast. She could see the predatory gleam in his eyes and knew it was more than a simple toast, so when she raised her glass in response, she knew she’d just extended a silent invitation for him to join her.

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