Flash Fiction

Christmas is over and I’m sure you’ve all gotten lots of books to read. Fun doglore, which is what I hope you gain from today’s unedited flash fiction scene.

Have a great week and enjoy your New Year’s Eve and Day.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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“Get that hair down!”

I shoved my arms against my side and casually walked to the front door.

“Young lady . . .”

I stopped before I turned the doorknob, giving him a chance to forbid me from leaving the house. It was coming.

“George, please.”

An unexpected turn of events. My mother interceding for me. Never happened before. Ninety-nine percent of the time she shoved the rules and regulations of a woman’s spot among our kind in my face. Dad had always been the easiest of the two, but . . .

“There is no way in Lubx that my eldest daughter leave the house on Trabord.”

Had my father used, Lubx? He never used such strong vile words in the mix company. Lubx was the afterlife reserved for those who fail to remain pure to their kind. Other words, people who chose to mix their lineage with human blood sentenced themselves to an afterlife without their family. Some even considered it a kind of limbo for a Oxanford’s soul.

“Trabord is the one day in her life that will seal her among our kind. I will not allow her to destroy her chances at finding a proper man.”

There it was. My father’s desire to marry me off. I would not be sold to the one who brought him the biggest gift. Mere idea of men coming and offering land for my hand in marriage.

“It is our tradition and it will be upheld in my house.”

“That is the reason I am leaving the house.”

“If you walk out that door today you will have no home to come back to.”

“George,” Mom’s gasp was loud enough I cringed, once again pausing in the midst of turning the doorknob.

“I mean it, Liza Rene. If you walk out of this house, spoiling the most important day in your life, I will not let you come back here.”

No less than I’d expected. It’s why I’d been putting back every little bit of money I could scrape up. It’s why I made a work deal with Miss Timber. Seven hours of work a day for room, board, and food. Any time over seven hours earned me cash at the end of my shift.

“Liza,” mom took a step towards me, holding her hand out to me.

I nodded to her, but opened the door, gasping when Lord Titian removed his navy hooded cloak.

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Flash Fiction Scene - Forgetfulness

Hi,

Less than a week before Christmas. Hope all is ready for their time with family and friends. Now, I’m trying to stay away from the holiday theme, but . . . it’s that time of year and it’s hard not to incorporate it in some manner. I’ll do my best to give you just a small bit of holiday in this week’s fiction post, but I promise nothing.

Have a great week and a Merry Christmas.

Julia

Let your imagination soar when you read.

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“Gifts.” I tapped the top of the stack of boxes. “Check.” Spun around and nodded at the food. “Food. Check. Coats. Check. Luggage. Check.” What was I missing. There was something, but what? I scratched my head and recounted the gift boxes and the stack of Tupperware bowls. I had to figure out what we were going to be leaving behind. It was the first time I’d been invited to Rachael’s house for the holiday. Her parents despised me. Shocked us both when they called and personally invited me to join them for their yearly holiday party. Rachael swore her parents were coming around to me, but I doubted it. I didn’t fit into their perfect lifestyle. I was the man that lead their daughter down some . . .

“That’s it.” I sprinted down the hallway and threw open the door to my in-home dungeon. “There’s my girl.” I walked up to her and ran my finger around her leather collar, unsnapping the chain that held her head in place. “Tilt your head from side to side.”

She nodded at me and did as I demanded. I stepped back, taking a deep long look over her tan skin and then removed the manacles that held her to the wall. She slumped forward, knowing that her Master would catch her. “That’s it, girl. Let your Master take care of you.”

I quickly carried her over to the bed and laid her down, rubbing her arms and legs to revive them from the hours in bondage. I could smell her wetness but had no time to taste and enjoy it. I ran my finger over her wet curls then made a show of sucking the juices from them.

“Go shower and dress. We’ve got half an hour before we have to leave.”

“Yes, Master.”

Flash Fiction Phrase – Get Up

This week’s flash fiction came about because I woke up and wanted to roll back over and go to sleep. Thankfully, there was no one there to yell Get Up. The joys of sleeping in when you are plan out lazy.

Hope you all had a great week and going into a new one with a great outlook.

Remember Let Your Imagination Soar when you read.

Julia

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Kimberly rolled over, tucking her head under the pillow. She counted to ten then bit her jaw to keep her mouth shut when her mom came barging into her room shouting for her to get up. There was no reason for her mom to invaded her space. She was an adult, who lived at home to assist her mother. Finically. She had the right to stay out all night at a college party if she wanted to. She worked five nights a week and went to college six hours a day during the week. She needed the relaxation that the night before had given. Not to mention her thighs were soar as hell from her legs being in the air for half of the night.

“Lazy child, get up.”

Kimberly winched when the door slammed into the wall, leaving what she was sure another dent.

“I will not have you staying out all night and sleeping all day. Get up.”

“Hey.” She shouted when her mom hit her back with something.

“Don’t hey me, missy. You are my daughter. You will not embarrass me by running around town all night long, doing God knows what.”

Kimberly sucked her lower lip between her teeth and counted to fifty. Ten wouldn’t work. Her mother wasn’t going to goad her into a fight. Not then. She’d had a perfect night and was going to see Tiny again tonight. He had his own private dungeon for them to play in. From the way he talked about it, it was ten times better than the clubs. Not to mention he said he had the perfect cross to tie her to.

“Do you think I don’t know where you were all night?”

Kimberly bet her mother did. She’d seen Miss Bucket outside the alley, feeding the homeless as she entered the passageway to the Baker Bondage. Miss Bucket loved to gossip. And Kimberly had been the star in at least half of her tales. Not like Kimberly hid who she was. She’d be damned if she care what anyone in her neighborhood cared.

“My daughter will not be . . .”

Her phone rang, silencing her mother. Kimberly picked it up and saw the photos she’d taken of Tiny last night after he entered his digits.

“Who is calling you so early?”

She ignored her mother and answered the phone.

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Another week has come and gone, but do we stand in the same spot we were last week. Think about it, while you read this week’s flash fiction scene.

Have a great week.

Julia

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

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Lights flashed off the wall, creating a rainbow of red, blue, and white. Not the patriotic color, but one of police and ambulance invading my home. Problem was . . . none existed. There were no police. All the stations had been invaded and destroyed right after the employee information was stolen. That information was taken and each officer ended up in a huge fire pit in the middle of town. From then on . . . no one dared get in anything that resembled a car of authority. Not even me. The one and only living officer among the town of Rayshine, a middle size town, but not one big enough to be noticed if it was wiped off the map. Okay, my town was a good size town, but nothing ever happened in it, which was why I lived there during my down time. Not to mention it helped me keep my true life a secret from everyone. These wacked up animals might have taken out all the police officers, but they had no way of knowing that the SP Agency had an undercover agent living there. Who was I kidding, everything about the SP Agency was a secret. Far as the world knew, no such office existed. Kept it safer for everyone involved. Sure, was going to help save the town I became part of. The town where many good people lived. Where I hoped to settle down one day with a hot woman and have a few children.

Once again, I was kidding myself. These animals had been holed up in Rayshine for five months. I had used my satellite phone to reach out to my handler, but. . .

The jackass said, “Lt. Strength, you know I cannot approve an operation to save a town just because some human assholes have invaded it. You know your orders. No other options, but to stay out it.”

Since then, I’ve relived the same day. Or so it seemed. My world had come to a standstill. Would remain that way until the SP Agency needed my special skills in locating a deadlier nasty monster than the leather wearing, bike riding, gun toting, murdering ass wipes that took over his town. Sucked not being able to do anything to help the community, but . . . what was I to do. I tried to gain help, but until they came to my home to take me out, there was little I could do. I’d been ordered to remain under the radar at all cost. And like a good solider for the SP Agency I had to do as told. No way around it. Sucked. 

Flash Fiction – Come and Get It

Hi,

This week’s flash fiction came to me while cooking Thanksgiving Dinner, so I ran to my little stash of papers and jotted it down. Ah, the strange times when an idea strikes. Right between sticking the rolls into the oven and cutting the ham.

Hope all enjoyed their Thanksgiving and are not in to big of a rush for Christmas to come and go. Yet, at least.

Have a great week.

Let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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Jonas tapped the wooden spoon against the rim of the pot of boiling potatoes. Mere hours away from his entire family joining him for their family meal. Ten hungry people, didn’t scare him. What did, ten family members with full bellies being introduced to his lover. He’d never let them meet one of his men before.  He’d never been head over hills for someone like he was Tim. His family knew, and disliked, his preference, but what could they say. He was a natural born Pride Master. No one, in the pride at least, could match his strength. No one dared challenge him. The last person who had, was the ex-Pride Master. He’s know fifteen feet under the ground in pieces, so his panther’s soul can never return to Earth.

“Jonas,” strong arm wrapped around his waist as warmth seeped through his shirt. “You smell like pure tension.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Your family will know the minute they walk in that something is off.”

He knew it. Anyone of the Pride members would. He reeked of sweat and charcoal.

“Come on, let me give you something else to think about.” Hands slipped over his cock. “Sure I can take your mind off of me meeting your family.”

“Sure you can, but if I’m going to yell Come and get it then I have to tend to this massive amount of food that it takes to feed my family.”

“I’ll come and get it.” Tim’s soft lips kissed the base of his neck, then teeth clamped down over his skin, making Jonas push back into him.

“Crap.” Why did his man have to know all his weak spots. No one before Tim had been allowed to bite any section of the back of his neck. Dominate Shifters let no one take control of them, without a deep reason.

“I know how to take care of my big bad Pride Master.”

“That you do, but it doesn’t change the fact I’ve got four hours of cooking ahead of me.” Jonas snuggeld into Tim’s hold then rested his head on his shoulder. “Go find a movie or something to watch.”

“Fine, but soon as you change your mind, Shout Come and Get it.”

Jonas chuckled as Tim shook his butt before he left the kitchen. He had the perfect lover. Perfect man to take home to the family. Perfect man to make his, officially, one day soon.

Flash Fiction Scene – Stolen Lives

Hi,

This week’s flash fiction came while I was trying to become unblocked from my NaNoWrMo story. I found it interesting enough that I wanted to go ahead and share this with you. I’m sure I will end up taking this small bit and turning it into a full blown story. (At some point and times)

Hope you enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia Matthews

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Dark rich red painted the light blue walls. Ceiling to floor. Small patches of flesh had buried themselves into the dark blue carpet, creating a black spot that would never come up. What had happened? Who had committed such a violent crime? Why would they? No one deserved a death of such brutality. He’d never . . . No, he had. One time before. Long before. Right after he started the Calvin Force. Scene had been so bad that officers twenty years his senior had lost their cookies. A sight he hoped to never run across again.

“Back, isn’t he?”

“Who, Cap?”

“You know who. You were there ten years ago when he struck, taking the lives of ten before he stopped his brutal attacks.”

“You think this is the same man?”

“Sure is. Shows up every 10 years to take a few lives then fades away like he never existed, leaving families devastated and wondering who stole their loved one’s life.”

Flash Fiction Scene – Choices, Choices

This week’s flash fiction comes from my own life experience right at the time. We all face choices each day we live, but sometimes there are more than we can handle. That’s where I found myself lately, but I made it through them and came out on a good side of the results. This is how this week’s blog post came about.

Have a great week.

Remember”

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Choices, Choices

“Time has run out, son.”

Couldn’t have. The situation arose two days ago. There was no way, anyone, let alone him, could make such a life decision in such a short time span. Why had his life spiraled out of his own control? How had he not known any of this was even possible? What was he to do? The choices sucked no matter what he chose.

“Son . . . I know this isn’t easy on you.”

“How the hell do you know that? You told me you never faced this option. So how do you know.”

Stupid ass man had come to earth chose a woman off the street for the sole purpose of impregnating her and abandoning her to raise his son. She had dropped him off at some fire station, without a name. He’d grown up floating from one foster home to another because he had a deformity. No. Not a deformity, but his natural birth mark Two small bumps, more like stumps, on the top of his head.

“Fine. You have me there, but it does not change the choice at your hand. Nor does it change that your time to make up your mind ran out.”

His biological father sigh irritated him more than the fact that the man had shown up on his twenty-first birthday and told him he was the heir to some underground world and it was time for him to come take his place beside his father.

“Who the hell do you think - -“

“Son, I’m not going to listen to this again. You have your choices. Make it.”

“Go to hell.” That’s where he’d be going if he chose to take his spot beside the man whose sperm created him.

“Is that your choice?”

“No. That was a comment.” He thought. Maybe it had been his choice. Had it been?

“You’ve two minutes. Decide. Join me. Or Join my brother.”

One hell or the other. What did it matter which way he went? He hated choices.

Shifters

Hi,

This week we are taking a break from Flash Fiction. It will be back next week. Hope you enjoy this tiny bit of information into my mindset. 

Have a great week.

Remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

Shifters

What exactly is a Shifter? Some people classify anything that changes forms as a shifter. Then there are those who view werewolves as separate from others that shift into animals. A few even consider something or someone who can change into any form or shape one.

Those thoughts above make me think it depends on who you ask. Or from a writer’s perspective the story being written. Who knows if shifters or any of the supernatural begins we dream up is or has ever been true. What I do know is that for an amazing story to be built around a shifter theme the author has to create a plausible and interesting world and backstory for the story they are telling.

None of which is easy, but very doable. In order to accomplish it, a solid definition of the word Shifter has to be formed. After all, that is the base of the entire story. If it is not nailed down, then the story will easily fall apart. To avoid this when I start a new story that includes werewolves, shifters, vampires or any other supernatural being, I sit down and describe how they came to exist, any strengths, weakness, skills and anything else that comes to mind. Those ideas give me a solid foundation before I start to write.

There’s my thoughts on Shifters and how I develop the concept of a Shifter. Hope the small insights into my creative process helps you understand me a bit better.

Have a great week and remember,

Let your imagination soar when you read or write.

Julia

Flash Fiction Scene – Every Red Light

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This week I’m not quite sure where this scene came from, besides the depths of my imagination. I hope each of you enjoy it.

Remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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I sat at the stoplight tapping the steering wheel. I glanced at the dashboard clock, cursing for the hundredth time. My job interview was in five minutes and every freaking red light was catching me. I still had to beat the ten o’clock train that passed each day, holding traffic up for fifteen minutes. There was no way I would make it.

“What a way for the day to go.”

The light changed and I hit the gas pedal, only to slam my breaks back on. There was no way. Dogs did not get that big. Okay, some might come close to hovering a good two heads above the front end of a jeep, but not four. The dog’s dark, rich multicolored coat shined as if it’d just been brushed and bathed. The abnormally large animal’s eyes glistened with amusement. Not a look I’d ever seen on a dog.

“You going to stare at me, or get out, my beauty.”

It talked? Couldn’t have. It had. The long snout had lifted and fell as each word came to life.

“Come on, beauty. Get out of the car and let me see what fate has given me.”

Shit if I would. I was losing my mind. That was it. Nope. The huge dog was not standing there. I was simply imagining things so I had an excuse for being late. Not a good one, but anything was better than saying every red light caught me.

“Come on, beauty, I’m not going to harm you.” The large animal put his front paws on the hood of the car. “Come one, don’t make me shift in the middle of the road.”

Shift? What in the . . . Shit! My head fell forward, slamming into the hard steering wheel when a bright white light flashed, leaving behind a naked hung.

Flash Fiction Phrase Scene - Moving Forward

Hope all is well today. It’s been an amazing weekend for me. I spent a lot of time with my family, gathering stuff to make for the Christmas tree and some outside/inside decorations. I’m going to be super busy painting and creating something other than stories for you guys. This shopping and gathering is what inspired this week’s scene.

Enjoy the rest of your week and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Sunlight shown, lighting the clear blue sky with some yellows and orange. The softness of the image relaxed me enough to do the tuff task I’d put off for over two years. Whoever said moving forward was easy never faced the challenge.

Jane would have came back from the afterlife just to kick my own ass. She told me multiple times during her struggle with MS that she did not want me to mourn her the rest of my life. She wanted me to get back to the life I used to love. The rush of the chase of a stupid criminal who thought he had enough energy to outrun the big bad Joseph The Animal. Little did people know that the name was more accurate than they dreamed possible. What made me good at my job was my extra strong sense. Having a hidden tiger sure gave me a leg up among people.

“You’re procrastinating.” I gripped the gold urn in my hand. “You can do this. It’s simple.”

Boy was it anything but. Hardest task I ever had to do. I had many talents thanks to my tiger, but taking away a human illness was not one of them. My mom had told me I was setting myself up for heartbreak when I married her. Not because Jane would die one day, but because my mom wanted me to wait until I ran across my true mate. I cared less for waiting. Jane was the perfect woman for me. Loyal. Loving. Caring. Beautiful. Awesome. There was no one like her in the world.

“Son,” my dad’s voice had me spinning around, “I thought you might need some help.”

He did.

“I know losing someone you love is hard. Doing as they wish is even worse.”

How did his dad know? He’d been mated for twenty-seven years.

“Joseph, I’m going to tell you something that your mother wanted kept from you.”

“Huh? What are you going on about? Why would mom keep something from me?”

“When I was eighteen I met and married a human woman. I loved her with all my heart.” His father sighed. “Part of me always will.”

His dad had married a human? Wow. Not something I ever considered as a possibility.

“A year after we married she gave me a beautiful little girl. I watched her take her first step. Heard her first word.”

A unknown child. I sat the urn down before I dropped it. My job was to release Jane’s ashes across the orchid meadow where we met. Not break the urn and dump her ashes like a fool.

“The day after her fourth birthday I met your mother. There was no denying she was my mate. There was no denying what I had to do. No matter how much it hurt and boy did it. I told your mother upfront about my wife and daughter. We discussed how to handle things.” His dad wiped his brow and looked up at the sky. “Your mother and me knew the pull of the mate would not allow us to be apart for long. I went home and broke the news to my wife. She was so ticked at me that she took our daughter and left the house. Five hours later, the law came to the house and informed me of the wreck that took her life.”

Shit. That had to be hard. A daughter gone along with the woman he loved. His father must have blamed himself for their loss. Had part of his father blamed his mate? I would have. I would have blamed anyone for Jane’s passing if there was someone to take it. There was.

“Took me about five months to come to terms with what had happened. Your mother helped me deal, but it was no easy on her. Do you see why she was so deadest on you waiting to find your mate? She wanted to save you from the pain I suffered.”

He did, but still did not agree with his mother’s thoughts. “Do you regret your time with your wife and daughter?”

“Not one minutes.”

“I do not regret one minute of my time with Jane. Never will.”

“I know son.” I picked up the urn and opened it. “Join me in putting my wife to rest.”

“Would be my honor.” 

Flash Fiction – Knocked Down

Hi,

Hope everyone had an amazing weekend. Mine was great. Saw some family and spent Sunday at the coffee house, working on some revisions and edits. Just a side note, before we go to the post, I will be posting the pre-release link for Hidden Wolf  Human-Skinned Wolves Book 4 Series sometime this week. I’ll make another post for you all.

Hope you enjoy this week’s flash fiction post.

Remember: Let Your Imagination Soar

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Jacob scanned the room, taking in his situation. Three brutes blocked the living room door. A hulk like guy stood in the middle of the room with his arm around Sammy’s throat, threating to snap his neck if he didn’t give him what he was owed. What was he owed? Who was he? Why did he think Sammy owed him anything? None of that mattered. What did was getting Sammy away from the manic.

One door was unguarded, but it led into the hallway. He’d have to race down it to get to the backdoor. Jacob wasn’t stupid. He knew there’d be goons guarding his last chance exit. Hell, they might even have the kitchen door blocked by someone. All that taken into consideration, he was left with one option.

“Sammy,” revealing the truth to Sammy was going to get him knocked down in a bigger way than the goons could ever dream of. “You know how much I love you.”

Sammy’s eyes went huge, but he remained silent. Like he had any other choice.

“Keep that in mind.” Right up front until and never let it go. If these assholes ripped Sammy from his life he’d hunt down the lunatic that sent them and burry him so deep no one would ever find him. “I mean it babe, keep it in front and never forget it.”

Jacob jumped towards the hulk like guy holding Sammy and slammed into them both. He made sure most of his shoulder hit the bad guy. Sammy helped a lot by stomping the guy’s foot when he saw him move. The guy loosened his hold enough that Sammy could let himself fall on his ass and roll to the sofa.

Guns fired and three others rushed into the room with guns drawn. Next few minutes were kind of . . . blur was understatement. He yanked his knife from his boot and stabbed the man that’d been holding Sammy. Jerked the man’s gun from his holster and fired six shots. Hitting his mark each time. He didn’t spare a single one of them. Okay, the goon he’d knocked down would be alive, but not talking for some time.

When all the noise faded Sammy crossed his arms and cocked his head to the left. Sure fire sign that he wanted an explanation and he was not going to wait until his man called the police station to come and clean the mess up.

“I’ll - -

“Now or you leave with whoever you want to call.”

Great. Why did he have to fall in love with such a stupor guy. “Fine.”

Hidden Wolf Human-Skinned Wolves Book 4

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Pleased to announce the upcoming release in the Human-Skinned Wolves Series.

Hidden Wolf  is up for pre-sale and goes live on December 21, 2016. In other words, the e-book will make a perfect Christmas Gift.

Hidden Wolf Blurb

Jameson Moon’s father abandoned him and his mother at the request of another woman. He gave them plenty of money to live on, but a major part of Jameson’s life was missing. One day, it all became clear when seven talking photos came to life in his head. Resentment and anger lived deep inside Jameson, but the truth increased it tenfold, creating a sense of ease at having to eliminate his father to achieve his destiny. Or, so Jameson thought.

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Flash Fiction Phrase – Hardly Wait

Hi all,

Hope everyone had an amazing weekend. Mine was super busy. Saw family and of course hit the Coffee House on Sunday and did some awesome work, which is where today’s flash fiction scene comes from.

The amazing wonders of what a day someone can have by simply following their normal pattern. I’m sighing at the memory alone.

Have a great week and I hope this starts yours off as good as a wonderful and productive day at the Coffee House did mine.

Remember Let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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Sunshine peeked through the white plastic blinds, lighting the dull gray room just enough for me to see my lover in his wildest form. Burnt orange fur glowed, bringing out the silky, richness of the dark black uneven patches layering his long lithe body. Robert’s second nature, wild as it could be, was tame and loving. Like him. I was not only attracted to his footbllish height. Or, his ours in the gym hard muscles and six-pack abs. Nope. Those were only the outer side of him. His inner beast was wild, yet as careful as a mother welcoming her newborn.

I ran my hand over his ear, down his snout, lingering under his chin to scratch. He wasn’t an animal, but his cat loved to be lavish with attention from his mate. Oh, don’t let the docile abd soft purring sleeping cat or my description of a tame and loving man, which he is, fool you. He was a tiger, and could be as wild as his roaming free jungle brothers.

His latest trip to the deep wilderness proved such. His brother called him five weeks ago, informing him that some poachers were homing in on their homebase. Robert took the next plane out and tracked those nasty people down. Came back with a broken arm and two healed bullet holes. Those kept his cat side present and forced his brother, Joshua, to forge call on some flying buddies to transport him home to me. Upon first sight of him my anger had me cursing the nice gentlemen and then I moved onto him for being so careless by putting himself in such danger. I’m pretty sure Robert’s buried humans die was laughing at me. Cat side sure was. His wild cat eyes glistened as he stared up at me. Those sexy eyes brought me to my knees, literally and figuratively. After several minutes and Robert’s kitty side taking extra care to relieve his mate of a tear streaked face with a rough tongue I loaded him into a darken out window van and brought him to our little house surrounded by three sides of trees. We’d curled up in bed some twenty-four hours ago and we’d stay there until his human side returned. Then I’d give him a piece of my mind about having to cart his kitty ass around in the middle of the night. Then he’d apologize to me in the most amazing way possible.

I could hardly wait.

Author’s Babble

Hey everyone. Hope you guys are had a great weekend. I myself have been lazy and failed to write a post for this week. So, I’m going to do a little babble and then go get some rest.

What kept me busy this week was working on revisions for the next book I will release. (Not Hidden Wolf) I’ve also been busy trying to come up with release dates and such for next year. Man, I can’t believe that October is upon us already.

Wish you all the best upcoming week and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Book Release Announcement

ANOTHER WONDERFUL E-book BY JULIA MATTHEWS

HIDDEN WOLF

HUMAN-SKINNED WOLVES BOOK 4

Pleased to announce the upcoming release in the Human-Skinned Wolves Series.

Hidden Wolf will be available for pre-sale on Amazon in October 2016 and goes live on December 21, 2016. In other words, the e-book will make a perfect Christmas Gift.

Hidden Wolf Blurb

Jameson Moon’s father abandoned him and his mother at the request of another woman. He gave them plenty of money to live on, but a major part of Jameson’s life was missing. One day, it all became clear when seven talking photos came to life in his head. Resentment and anger lived deep inside Jameson, but the truth increased it tenfold, creating a sense of ease at having to eliminate his father to achieve his destiny. Or, so Jameson thought.

Back Up – Flash Fiction

Hey everyone,

Sorry for the later post, but I spent all Saturday cleaning and got nothing else done. Still I like how this short scene worked out. Enjoy it and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Something cool and soft pressed against his back and a hard piece of metal met ground into the top of buttocks. I had no idea what was going on, but could feel the throbbing of a second gun. I remained frozen in place, something George will curse me out over. My lover of ten years taught me how to defend myself against attackers. He swore his undercover position for the FBI would come into our home. I never believed it, but looked like I would have to apologize to him about that. Someone held me against the wall with a gun stuffed in the front of his jeans.

“What . .  What do . . “ Calm down. Shit. Don’t be a pussy when it matters the most. I hated violence of any kind. The mere thought of having to harm another living and breathing item made me sick. It’s why I ate only veggies, fresh fruit, and beans. “What do you want?”

The pressure holding me to the wall faded, but I remained still, with my face pressed into the chipped gray paint. Time for some repairs. I loved remolding. George would grip and groan about me putting him to work, but the moment his shirt left his body, I’d make it all up to him. That we both loved. Shit. What am I thinking about? My opportunity to fight back had been given to me.

“Back up, but remain facing forward.”

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Hope all had a great weekend. I’ve been busy working on an unexpected round of edits on book 4 of the Human-Skinned Wolves Series. Also, put out a short video that I thought everyone would like. Less than a minute long. Hope you all take a quick look at it. It shows the recipe Adam Williams, Father Creator of the Human-Skinned Wolves, used to cure his seven sons. Check it out here. My goal is to have the release date, cover, and blurb for Human-Skinned Wolves up by mid-September. In the meantime, enjoy this week’s flash fiction scene.

Remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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“Tonight is the night.”

Caleb ran his moose covered hands through his hair, making sure the spikes shinned. Ralph loved them when they were stiff and glimmering. Everything had to be prefect, starting with his hair and ending with Ralph’s favorite dish, baked spaghetti with no onions, but extra mushrooms.

“You about ready in there?” Kathy’s hearty chuckle pulled a deep huffed from him. “You are only going to complete the one thing mom and dad always feared us both doing.”

“Doesn’t matter what they want.” Caleb yanked the door open and spread his arms. “Well? Will he go for me?”

Kathy ran her eyes over his entire body, making him squirm. How could he not, his sister, the one who basically raised him since his mom was fifty-five when he was born, was one second away from telling him if he was going to win his lover’s heart for the rest of his life.

“Perfect.”

Caleb exhaled and tugged Kathy into his arm. “Thanks, sis.”

“Tonight is going to be perfect.” She pulled free from him and knocked a stray piece of lint from his shoulder. “Ralph is going to be shouting yes so loud mom and dad will hear him in Hawaii.

“Hope not.”

“Me to.” Kathy snorted. “Prefer not to have mom calling me and telling me just how pathetic of a job I did raising you.”

“Why is she so . . . dead set on us not getting married?”

Kathy shrugged. “Not sure. She’s been with dad going on sixty years.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Caleb wrapped an arm around his sister’s shoulder. “I’m going to be engaged to Ralph tonight and then me and you will be able to plan our double wedding.” The idea warmed every inch of his body. “You sure Shelly won’t mind?”

“Sure of it.” Kathy stopped in front of the door and gave him a sideways hug. “I’m out of here. Enjoy your night and remember . . . keep the noise down. We don’t need Mrs. Henry complaining again.”

“Hey!” He smirked at Kathy. “That was your and Shelly’s doing. Not mine and Ralph’s.”

“Ture.” She winked at him as she shut the door behind her.

Matter of an hour and he would be entering the next phrase of his life. If he didn’t ruin all his hard work by burning supper. He sprinted off to the kitchen, pulling the pan out of the oven just as the doorbell rang.

Flash Fiction Phrase – Walk Away

Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was busy with free writing. I love weeks where I just sit down and let my imagination soar into another realm of reality. This week’s post sort of comes from that idea, because when I get into the flow of free writing I sort of walk away from everything around me.

Enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Donavan pushed my arms above my head, gripping them both in his massive hand. He nipped my lower lip and whispered, “Leave them there and don’t move.”

Wasn’t quite sure how he expected me to obey him when his thick, bulging cock brush against my equally raving rod. It’d been three long months since he walked away from me to go and tour the world with his band. We’d spoken each morning and night, even skyped a couple of times, but there was nothing like feeling his firm body pressed against mine as he slid up and down my body.

“Um . . .” Donavan licked a path from my right nipple to the left. “Taste like heaven.”

Felt like heaven. There were loads I wanted to say to him, but all that came out were deep throat, scratchy moans of pure unadulterated pleasure.

“My man’s missed my touch.”

More than his touch. His kisses. Him leaving toothpaste on the sink. Leaving his dirty clothes laying in the bathroom floor. His muddy shoes staining my white hallway carpet. Plan out missed every little thing about him, right from his nerve wracking habits to his wonderful, lustful ones he delivered when we were alone on the farm.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how happy you are for me to be home.”

My hand slipped around our cocks as his slid up mine. One firm grip and Donavan was singing his own sweet music. God, I’d missed hearing his pleasure fill our little love room.

“Never . . .” I slammed my lips over Donavan’s and forced my tongue down his throat, tasting every corner before I pulled back from the kiss. “Walk away from me again.” I knew my request was useless, but . . . Worth a shot. I wasn’t sure how many more times I could survive having to run the farm by myself while my man was off running from country to country singing for a crowd of rowdy females who had no qualms about flashing him their breast. As if he cared to see them. Donavan had never in his life been interested in a woman. Donavan told him the first time they’d met that he’d came out of his mom’s womb hunting for a nice man to fuck into the mattress.

“Ready to finish our welcome home Donavan Dance?”

Boy was I. “Take me all the way to the moon and back. Make me shout and scream for my man.”

Human-Skinned Wolf Recipe

Hi,

The other day I received an email from a follower of the Human-Skinned Wolves series, asking for the formula/recipe/concoction that Adam Williams, the creator of the Human-Skinned Wolves, used to heal his seven sons.

I didn't like the idea of just writing it down, so I made a short video. Hope you all enjoy it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7elWVYNc3yM&rel=0

Have a wonderful day.

Remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

Flash Fiction Scene – Stop The Anger

Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week. This week’s scene is short and sweet. Sorry, pressed for time today and I hope you enjoy it.

Remember: Let your imagination soar when you read.

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Can’t be happening. What has my world turned into? Total chaos? Devastation? Pain? Horrible dreams? Is it pure over reacting? Maybe. No. It is only fair for people, medical people especially, to talk to their patients before referrals are made. It is not fair for them to allow their patient to receive a call, unexpected and out of the blue, from a complete stranger about a program unknown to them. It is wrong. Unprofessional. Lord, have mercy, my life has turned upside down all because of one simple little phone call. How hard would it have been for the lady to pick up a phone and alert me that I would be receiving a call.

“What is wrong?” Kelly leaned against the door-jam.

“Nothing.” I snapped.

“Yeah, your nose just grew ten feet.”

“Did not.” I looked down to make sure.

“Then why are you sitting there rocking, like you always do when you are over stressing. I’ve not seen you do that since your final exam in Statics.”

Kelly was right. I had found my calm mojo over the last five years and this one incident was sending me into another realm of . . . What? Insanity? Yep. That’s what it was.

“Going to clue me in?”

Nope. Didn’t need Kelly telling me all the things I done told myself over the last two days. Simply, need to stop the anger and move forward. Do what I can and live my life.

Flash Fiction Phrase – Move It

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine has been super busy, but I’m still working hard on creating more stories for you guys. This week’s flash fiction post is geared more towards a serious and intense scene. Enjoy and remember, Let your imagination soar when you read.

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Move it? Was this asshole serious? How did he expect anyone of us to move when his ten men in arms trained an assault rifles on each of the tellers? Robbers were stupid.

“Are you guys deaf?”

“No.” I spoke up, not caring what happened to me. I had no family to worry over, unlike George whose wife was expecting a set of triplets. Or Susie, who had a little four-year-old son to raise on her own. There were seven other of her co-workers all with similar stories. Not me, though. I was single. Had no children. Had no boyfriend or friends to consider. Both parents were resting safely in heaven. I was a bonafied loner, who only left the house to come to work and pick up groceries. Nope no one cared if some idiot thief shot me down in cold blood. Plus, it was my job. Sometimes being over everyone could really suck. “Listen,” I remained still and kept my voice calm, while withholding my authoritative tone I pulled on all my employees. “I can give you whatever you want, but I need you to let the others go.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Miss Tanner. I’m the Branch Manager.”

“Good.” The guy came up to me and jabbed his gun towards the door leading back to the safe deposit boxes. “Let me in there and the rest can go about their daily lives outside the establishment.”

“Let them leave then I’ll take you in.”

He motioned to the guys behind him, who stepped to the side, letting my coworkers pass them. Tonya’s shoes squeaked, like always when she walked across the rich brown wood floor. When they faded out, I tugged the keys free and headed toward the safe deposit boxes.

Flash Fiction Word - SPARK

Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine’s been busy editing Book 4 of the Human-Skinned Wolves Series. I’m also doing some free writing in between as well. Hard at work, but doing these flash fiction scenes give me a small break. Plus, ignites my creativity.

Have a great week and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

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Was that? Yep. A spark. Oh my God. How? Why? Couldn’t be. What was he supposed to do? Did the short, red haired, muscle the size of He-man notice? Hope not. No time for another male. Can’t keep up with the spitfire eight-year-old brother that was his to raise. Mother of all, why had his mother abandoned her youngest son? Why had she waited twelve years to have a second child for her to ruin?

“You okay?”

Shit. Not good.

“Let’s get you sat down.” The red haired man took hold of his arm, tugging him over to the metal bench under a Weeping Willow. He loved the way their branches surrounded him in a cocoon of warmth. Many of nights he spent burying his nose in a book under the one in the backyard while his mother and step-father shouted at one another until they passed out or puked all the beer they drunk during the day.

“Take a sip. Please.” Rough knuckles brushed his cheek. “Please.”

His mouth parted as plastic pressed against his lips. Cool water slid over his tongue and trickled down his throat.

“That’s it.” Deep sexy voice sent chills over his spine. “What’s your name?”

Taking a second sip gave him time to decide if it was wise to answer the question or not. If he did . . . The red haired man might think he was fair game. What kept him from doing so in the first place? Clearly, he’d saw the bright yellow spark flowing between them. The one true sign his kind was cursed with when they ran across their soul mate.

“Mine’s Timothy Green.”

Course, hardworking skin, fingers brushed a drop of water from his lips. Could he deny the man? No. Raptors, a dying out race of pre-histroical creatures, were dying out. Didn’t matter what sex you were. Each Raptor was born with the inate desire to reproduce once they ran across the one who owned their other half. Either could, and most of the time did, bare children. At least one. His mother, one of the rare female of his race, bore two. One on purpose. Him. He was to ease the urge in her. She never wanted children. Didn’t deserve them. She couldn’t take care of herself. Robert had been an accident. There was no way he could . . . No. Children wasn’t in his future. He had to think about his brother. Robert deserved a better life than he had. He could give him that much.

“You are shocked.” A hand ran across his head, knocking his hair off his forehead. “Understandable. Not everyday you run across your destined one.” The guy sat back, kicking his leg out. “We’ll take things as slow as you want.”

Great, did that mean he would leave him be for the rest of his life? He hoped so.

“Would help me if I knew your name.”

Was telling him such a bad thing? Timothy deserved to know who was going to leave him broken hearted, didn’t he? “Caleb.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Caleb’s phone beeped, reminding him he had to get to Robert’ school. “Got to go.” He stood and darted down the sideways, leaving behind him a gaping Timothy.

Flash Fiction Scene – Change sucks

This is yet another week of fiction that comes from my own emotional state of mind. Sorry for such dreary post the last couple of times. I promise I will try to lighten the mood next week, but as anyone with a creative bone in their body knows, you go where your mind takes you.

Have a great week.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Life can suck worse than a thumb tack stuck in your foot. Okay, maybe worse since the thumb tack can be removed. Change . . . it can’t be avoided. Not even if it is going to upend years of hard work and years of staying stable and in control of your own mind. Nope. It can’t be avoided. Change sucks.

“What is it?” Soft hand slid under my hair, picking up the gentle massage that always soothed my racing through. “You’re going to get lines.”

I huffed, not worrying about lines, but it was typical comment from Mark. The man obsessed over his flawless perfection. I had to agree his rich brown skin was the second thing that drew me to him. First, was his masculine, slightly slanted cheek bones. He was perfection served on a silver platter.

“Ricky . . .”

Oh boy, I was in for it. He never called me by my whole first name, unless he thought I was being childish. Might have been. No need for him to worry over my own stability when I was going to be doing it enough for the next few months.

“I mean it, babe. Tell me what is going on.”

Wasn’t going to bring him down with me. He didn’t need to worry over my ass. He done that enough over the years. Nope. Not bothering him with this issue. Going to keep it . . . Who was I trying to kid. My mouth opened and let it spill free, relieving some of the tension ebbing through my veins.

“My therapist isn’t working for the company anymore. Means I’m going to have to change doctors as well.” I waited for the nod of understanding or the look of sadness mixed with dread, but what I got was way worse. I think. Maybe not. Not sure. Either way, my lover of five years took my mind off the pending change.

“You aren’t the same person. You overcome so much, this will be like taking that long haired little white and gray animal you call Bandit for his daily walk. Doable in your sleep.”

My mouth was pressed against his before the last word hit my ears. It wasn’t the least bit of a sexy kiss, but it wasn’t meant to be. It was meant to show him just how much I appreciated his confidence in me, even if I was sure his words were wrong. It helped to hear encouraging words. It helped to have someone take note of all the progress I made over the years. Other words, my lover did exactly what he always did. Eased my distress.

Flash Fiction Scene – Life Long Love

Hi all,

I must have been feeling kind of sad when I wrote this week’s post, but guess we all have those days. Still, I hope the post entertains you and gives you an insight to how deep love can run.

Have a great week.

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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The back of Darrel’s hand ran across his face, staring down at his hand. Something wasn’t right? Why was he staring at his hand? Were there more tears gracing his tanned skin? Should have been. How could there not be? Did it mean love didn’t run as deep as two lovers believed? Had to have. His father and Darrel had been together for thirty years, ten of which before dad and him decided to extend their family by adopting. July 10 of 1996 had been the best day any foster child the age of five could have.

“You okay, baby?” Kimp wrapped an arm around him.

‘Fine, sweetie.”

“Liar.” Kimp kissed his cheek, squeezing his waist. “Jake, I’ve been at your side for six years and when you nibble on your lower lip there’s something amiss in your perfect world.”

Course he knew me. Kimp ran across the track field, right in the middle of a hurdle challenge, after he got one look. It’d been kind of funny. Kimp had been the star of the track and field event, but instead of heading to his next jump he diverted directions and charged towards some college freshman with an arm load of books who’d stumbled to the wrong section of campus.

“Okay. Not so fine.”

Kimp didn’t respond, with words at least, but his raised eyebrow and one eye stare spoke volumes. His lover wanted him to continue.

“Darrel . . . he was wiping his face again and . . . he seemed . . . There he goes again.”

Kimp titled his head from side to side, frowning. “He’s upset. Isn’t that expected?”

“Yes.” More than, but . . . “Watch. He’ll look at his hand.”

“So?”

“Why?”

Kimp shrugged. “He lost his lover in the most horrifying way. I’m sure Darrel is upset.”

“But he’s not wiping his hand as if . . .”

“You don’t think he’s crying?” Kimp took hold of his chin. “I’m promise you, he is crying. Inside, if nowhere else.”

“Then why . . .”

“Darrel and your dad lived a long happy life together. He will cry many nights, even years from now, but crying don’t require tears each time. Maybe . . . He might be surprised not to feel any tears. It doesn’t really matter does it?”

Did it? No. He knew Darrel loved his father. He’d seen them together each day of their live for the last twenty years. There were no two people more in love than his father and Darrel. Well . . . besides him and Kimp. There was no way . . . He wasn’t going there. Nope. Not even bringing that possibility to life. If he thought, it . . .  He was not jinxing his and Kimp’s life. He never wanted to experience losing his lifelong love.