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.
Let your imagination soar when you read.
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M/M SEXAUAL CONTENT
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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.
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.
“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.