Author’s ramble.

Hi,

Hope all enjoyed the Super Bowl. I know I did. Not just the game, but the time with my family and the hotwings I made and ate. (Way to many of them. LOL.) Still, that did not stop me from revising this weekend. On Saturday I managed to revise six chapters, over 8,000 words. Sunday, I was back at the coffee house for the first of the day, then home to cook some wings. If things goes right for me this week, I should be able to put Huamn-Skinned Wolves Book 7 into edit mode by next week. Ah, what a relief to think that. It’s been a long time coming and I thank you guys all for your patients. That’s why this week, I only wrote a simple ramble for this blog. I hope you all understand and look forward to next weeks’ Flash Fiction blog post. In the meantime, if you need a Flash Fiction fix you can always jump over to my other blog and check those post out. (http://juliamatthewssp.blogspot.com/?zx=707bbac24a1a80)

Have a great week.

Remember let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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Hi,

Hope all had a great weekend. Mines wasn’t that great, sick again. I hate Winter. I’ll be glad when it is over. On the brighter side, I did make it to the Coffee House yesterday and got some revision done on Human-Skinned Wolves Book 7. Progress is always the best thing. I hope to make more this week. Keep your fingers crossed. Now, let’s get onto this week’s Flash Fiction Scene.

Remember to let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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Fingers traced my spine, leaving ripples of electric currents in its wake. Never failed to wake my cock up. Calvin knew, which was why he always started their nightly cuddles with it. If he . . . Ah, there is was. His lover was in the best mood possible. It’d been so long the two of them had been home together. There was no way the two of them would let the opportunity pass.

“Ready for some fun?” Calvin ran his tongue around the tip of my ear, nipping the lobe.

“Always, love.”

“Then . . .”

Calvin’s magical tongue trailed his neck, pausing to bite the hollow between my shoulder and neck, before he moved down to his nipple. Teeth left light stings as Calvin applied pressure to his nipple, before he laved his puckering nipple with his tongue as he trialed his hand down my spine, going lower and lower until his hand rested over one globe of my ass.

“You want me, babe?”

I nodded as Calvin’s finger slipped between my ass cheeks, tracing my pucker, which sucked the tip of his finer inside.

“Please, love. I need . . Ah, that’s it.”

Calvin’s finger slipped in, bending until he found the spot that . . . “Fuck! Do that again.”

“Nope. Going to . . .”

I jerked as his finger left my channel. “Where - -“

“Just a second.”

“Oh!” I pushed my ass back as Calvin’s head slipped inside me.

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Want to start off today’s post by saying thanks to my followers. The last month has been rough between illness and weather and I have not been able to post. Hope to start the year off on the right foot with getting back to blogging, editing and letting my creativity soar. What better way than some great flash fiction.

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My toes curled as my ass clinched, refusing to let Robert slip free from him. They’d made love for the last two hours. Small, sensual touches. Long kisses. Fingers probing, loosing him up, preparing him for Tanner’s extra long and thick cock. There was no way he would blow his load until Tanner was ready to go over with him. No matter how hard it was for him to hold back.

“Baby, let go. Let me catch you as you . . .” that was all it took. Zings raced from his ass to his dick, sending him right over the edge. His muscles tightened so fast that he knew Tanner would follow right along with him, and he did. Warmth filled him as his alpha planted his seed, hopefully his heir, deep inside him. There was no feeling better in the world. Never would be. He would always welcome his mate into his body. He would carry as man y children as the Gods let him. All would belong to the man who took his virginity and gave him the world in return.

Author’s Ramble

Hi all,

Hope you had an amazing weekend. Mine was decent and Sunday was full with some free writing. Working on the ending of Human-Skinned Wolves Book 7. Can’t wait to see the finial version of this book. Finishing up this series will be bitter sweet, but rewarding. I hope to have it written by the end of this month. That way I can put my total focus on NaNoWrMo.

My goal during NaNoWrMo is to start a new series of books. I’m not sure if it will be a multiple book series, or just different parts to one large book. There is a lot involved in the book and it is complicated to write, but I am looking forward to the challenge. After I finish the one I start during NaNoWrMo I will return to finishing up a five book series that I have free written three books on. Those won’t be ready for some time, but that’s fine. I want to ensure that they are books that will take you into the world they each create. Ones that let your imagination soar.

Have a great week,

Julia

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Hi all,

Hope all has been going well for you. Life’s been busy, slowing down my writing progress, but I still took yesterday to fit in some down time to revise another three chapters in the 7^th book of the Human-Skinned Wolves. I hope to finish it up today. That will give me a clean slate to start NaNoWrMo. It will be here before I know it. Until then, I thought I’d give you guys something simple to let your mind soar into another realm.

Hope you enjoy.

Remember, let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Charles stood back, nodding. “Perfect, boy.”

His skin itched from the praise of his Master. It’d taken him two weeks to pin down the perfect gift for his Master. His lover. His heart. His entire body and soul belonged to Master Charles Thompson. When he ordered the ten-holed, mini-red oak paddle. He knew his Master would love such a gift, even if the his gift was more suited towards him. That’s why it had taken him so long to finalize his decision. He knew the gift would bring him immense pleasure, but did that constitute a birthday gift for someone else. In the end, he realized that if it brought him pleasure, then his Master would ensure it was only used on him as a major reward. More likely that the paddle would become his Master’s favorite tool to discipline his boy.

“Boy, do you like the gift you chose me?”

“Yes, Master Charles.”

“Then you know . . . it will be my knew punishment implement.”

“As you wish, Master Charles.”

“Good, Boy.” He watched Charles swing the crop a few times, then he laid it down, picking up a full on face mask. The ears were padded and sealed up. The lip section looked like a Halloween mask with the slitted openings. The eyes held zippers, that sealed away his ability to see. “That will be used as a reward when you overcome your next boundary. Do you understand, Boy?”

He hadn’t expected his Master to use the paddle as an implement to aid his Boy in overcoming his fear of full on sensory loss.

“Do you agree to try and close off your ability to see and hear?”

He would try anything for his Master, but . . . the last time they’d tried to take both from him he had freaked. Majorly. It had scared him. His Master promised they would only try it once he became secure in the use of a swing. A goal he accomplished some months ago.

“Henry?”

“Yes, Master Charles.”

“Clarify, Boy.”

“I will do my best to please my Master in reaching your pleasure point with the use of the mask.”

“Then . . . You have your words. Use them if needed. Understood?”

“Yes, Master Charles.”

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Hi,

Hope all had a great week, and those in NC and SC, I hope you have avoiding Hurricane Florence, as much as possible. My prayers are with those affected by the hurricane, but I hope all are safe and received little, to no, damage. For those who have been affected by it, I hope today’s post gives you a bit of relief from the stress of the storm. For the rest of you, I just hope this starts your week off on a great note.

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Garry shoved his hands in his pocket, cursing his parents and their heritage. They never understood him. Not shocking. He wasn’t like them, or his two brothers, and his baby sister. He was a speck of brown goop on a thin piece of hay buried among a huge pile of hay. And they never let him forget it.

Today had been no different. Why had he thought it would be? It was only a major milestone in his life. Unlike his brother and sister, his slim panther went into heat every three months. The heat didn’t arrive until the age of twenty-one, and it wasn’t an easy period for an Omega Panther. Worse on those who are not claimed by anyone. Not only did the Omega Panther suffer went a constant urge to mate while his heat was on him, but if they had no mate they had to find a partner that was willing to take a chance on impregnating them. That wasn’t easy.

When an Omega Panther wasn’t in heat they had a line of men at their doors. Natural order of things among the Panther World. Why wasn’t it. After all, how else would other panthers find their mate. The signs did not appear until you were locked together. Then it was said to be like a pop of magic bursting through your skin, and throwing the Alpha, or beta, and on a rare occasion a Gama into a rut. His brother told him it was like a moment of pure bliss for the stronger panther, but for those Omega Panthers, it wasn’t fun. His brother swore that when the mate recognized his soul mate he lost himself to the drive to claim him. Worse, his brother told him the stronger panther cared little about what the Omega Panther wanted.

“You in there, Garry.”

Garry curled his knees into his chest and buried his head in his chest. He wasn’t about to open the door to anyone. He didn’t care if his body screamed for him to screw a monkey for relief. He did not want some strong ass panther taking him until his heat had by passed him. Nope. He wasn’t going to risk getting pregnant. Men did not do such.

“Come on, Garry. I know you are in there.”

Human men didn’t at least. Nope. Only strange, weak, powerless Omega Panthers did so. He would not be taken by some brute until his body was limp and sated. Nope. He had control over his panther side.

“Garry, come on, man. I know you are scared.”

Scared? What did Edwards expect from him?

“Open up and let me help you.”

No way. Did Edward think him stupid? There was no way he’d let in a Alpha Panther, even if he’d been his best friend since seventh grade.

“I can control myself. I promise.”

Nope. He wasn’t taking the chance. Not that it would have bothered him to screw Edward any other time, but not during his first heat cycle. Nope. He wanted a simple, get to know you kind of relationship. Not a fuck and imprgenant you then leave your ass to struggle through a pregnancy and raising a cub on your own.

“Listen . . . Garry, I know that you have no one to help you through this, or explain what is happening to you.”

Didn’t matter if he did or not. There was no way he was opening the door.

“I brought someone that can explain what to expect and how to ease your panther.”

“You serious?” Garry didn’t bother to yell or anything, he knew Edward would hear him through the walls.

“Yes, man. You know Darren Kites?”

He did. Man was nice and always willing to assist anyone who was struggling with any type of math. “He’s an Omega?”

“Yes.”

“You leave us be?”

“I’ll go and stay downstairs until you and him have discussed things.”

“Then stay away if I ask you to?”

Garry heard Edward sighed, but the soft yes that slipped free of him eased a huge part of Garry’s throbbing heart. He didn’t need to see Edward to know that his head hung low and his fist were clinched. It was Edward’s natural reaction to anything he disliked, and he knew his best friend would be displeased about being asked to leave him be. Course he would. He was an Alpha Panther near a Omega Panther that was in heat.

“I’m leaving.”

Garry uncurled from the painful ball he’d squashed himself into and moved to his front door. He opened it a tiny bit, but left the safety chain in place.

“It’s just me, Garry.”

He shut the door and unchained the door, opening it for Darren. “Come in.”

“Going to tell you right up front, what you’ve been told is not true.”

“What? How do you . . .” Edward. “He had no right to . . .” Course he would tell Darren what he knew. He was his best friend. He had begged him to find an Omega Panther to talk to since the night they’d gotten drunk and he let his deepest fear slip from his lips. That night things had changed between them. Not in a bad way. Nope. They’d became closer. Spent more time together. Nothing sexual, but there been times that Garry would have loved for Edward to take him in the most natural manner of a panther, but he’d never showed interest in him, so Garry kept his desires to himself.

“He’s worried about you.”

“He’s an Alpha Panther.”

“Yes, but what you’ve been told is incorrect.”

“What . . . My mom said . . .” would she have lied to him? Surely not. His father told him the same thing. So had his brother. Did they all lie to him. “My mom, dad, and brother - -“

“Your family are what you would call Alpha Controlled.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a family who believes they are above anyone else. I bet they have never been around a Beta, or Gama, have they?”

“No. That would . . .” Crap. Darren was right. All his family, right down to his grandparents viewed anyone other than another Alpha as lower class. “Is that why . . .”

“Most Alpha Controlled families kill any child born below their Alpha Status. Most view it as a disgrace for one of their children to be born something other than Alpha. In fact, very few of the Alpha Controlled families give birth to anything other than Alpha. There’s something about their blood that breeds nothing but Alpha. Those who bare children other than Alphas take it as an offense against their lives. View it as they did something wrong in their life and have to make amends for it. That’s why most kill the child they view as defected. Those who let their non-alpha children live usually feed them lies and treat them like shit.”

Fit his family like a tee. Neither of his parnts every gave him praises, came to watch him in events in school, or took him to any gathering. He was always left behind with a baby sitter. Still, . . . how could his family openling lie to him about what he would go through. If they had then . . .

“That’s why Edward did not knock the door down?”

“I assume you were told that an Alpha next to an in heat Omega Panther would tear through anything to get to him. Right?”

“Basically.”

“Did that happen?”

“No, but surely . . . Edward has always had great control over his panther.”

“True, but if what your family said was right then why did Nitro not rush across the hall the moment your scent penetrated the airwaves.”

Crap. He’d forgotten that his neighbor was an Alpha Panther. How come . . . Why hadn’t he . . . he kicked flopped down onto the couch and motionted for Darren to sit. “Think  . . . no, I know I need the truth.”

“I’ll make it quick and let you get to easing the distress that is wearing at you.”

“That would  be great.” He was barely controlling his urges for relief. Looked as if he’d spend his first heat cycle with his hand. Nothing more than he’d expected, but at least he’d know if he had to keep himself locked away until it passed.

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Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was super busy. I have gotten Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6 ready and up for pre-order. Seems like I worked on that story the entire year, but I haven’t. I’m just glad I got it done before NaNoWrMo comes up. I need the rest of Sept. and all of Oct. to prepare for the new story I will start writing then. Anyway, enough on that front. Let’s get to what you all come to see here each Monday. Some Flash Fiction.

Enjoy and remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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“Right there. Oh . . .God. that’s . . . perfect.”

“Feels like it to me.” Not really, but he rammed back into the man’s ass, ensuring he hit the man’s prostrate. He might go from man to man each night, but he always made sure the man he chose enjoyed every minute they were together.

“God . . . Close . . . So close . . . Harold, just . . . that’s it.”

Harold slammed home, holding still until the man’s ass quick squezzing his dick. It did little for him. Same every night. He got the man he chose off, let them have a great night to remember, but he never once reached release. And he never would. Least he could give the man the illusion he did. Sometimes having magical skills came in handy. Little else he could do with it. Since his chosen mate denied him, he was cursed to spend his life with only half his natural born talent. Fate had cursed him in the worst way possible for a Level 7 demon. Harold had been born to Lucifer himself, but when he ran across his other half, the one that was supposed to complete his heart, give him a life filled with love, he’d been rejected. Not that he couldn’t blame Everett. Everett had been a Level 1 demon. Level 1’s held little magical skills and could not access their demon side. That was something that Harold could have helped Everett with, but Everett would not listen to him. He chanted the refusal request before Harold could even introduce himself. His chosen other half had not even remained around to explain his reasoning. Nope. He’d left the moment Lucifer showed up and granted him his request. Harold had hoped his father would have demanded an explanation, but nope. His father had been his normal self. Lord and Ruler over Hell. He did as his demons requested without explanation and dind’t change his method for his sons. Nope. He simply gave life to his sons, aided them when they began to gain their powers, but soon as they had control of them, he discarded his son. Right then, Harold wasn’t even sure if his father knew he was taking his son’s other half from him without a reason.

“Thanks, man.” Harold pulled out, made a show of tying up the condom and tossing it into the trash. He flopped onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm. NO reason for the man of the night to know how upset he was.

“We’ll have to hook-up again.” The man scooted to the edge of the bed and picked up his jeans. “You are the best I’ve found in this god-forsaken, large city.”

“Not from New York?” What was he doing? He never spoke to the men afterwards. He let them dress in silence and leave, never to be approached by him again.

“No. Small town in the boondock’s of North Carolina.”

A hick. Not something he’d every ran across before. Or that he knew of at least. “How long you been in New York?” There he went again, asking questions when he never did. What was going on with him?

“Ten long months.” The man sat down and tugged his shirt over his head.

“What brought you here?” What in the hell? Stop it, Harold. You do not need to know anything about this man. You will never see him again.

“Got a promotion I could not turn down.” The man braced his hand on the mattress as he leaned across the bed.

“What are - -“ His words faded from his mind when the man’s lips covered his. Instead of pushing him away, like he would have any other man he fucked, he pushed the man onto the mattress and moved so he covered his entire body with his.

Dman, the man could kiss. Not that it should have mattered. There would be no other for him. Nope. His other half had rejected him. Doomed him for a life of fuck and go, so why in the world was he kissing the man he’d brought home. He wans’t the first man, Harold brought to his place for a one nightery. Nope. There’d been one every night for the last five years. Everyone always knew the game. They would get fucked, great pleasure, and then they would never be seen by him again. Yet . . . there he was with the man of the night under him for the second time in one night. Kissing him. Running his hands over him in a loving manner. It made no sense to him, which is why he found himself jerking himself up and across the room, pressing his back into the wall.

“What is going on?”

“Good question.” What the heck was he doing? He did not give a man of the night two rounds of sex. Nope. He didn’t. he never even frelt the urge to. Why was he that night?

“You know who you are to me.” The man propped himself up on his elbows. “I know you do.”

You are to me? What was that supposed to me?

“You are Harold, second born son to Lucifer, ruler of Hell.”

Shit. How had he missed the man being a demon? Even if he had little to no demon skills working, he still knew when he was around other demons.

“It is true, isn’t it?”

“What?” Harold ran his hand over his face.

“You have no skills?”

“Yes.” It wasn’t a secret. Most of the demon world had heard about his other half dumping him. Thanks to his eldest brother, who found the entire situation harliorous.

“Is it true that your other half stole them?”

Good way to describe what had occurred between him and his other half. The one that was supposed to spend his entire life with him had not even introduced himself to him. Harold did not even know his name. But he did know what the man looked like. Those deep rich brown eyes haunted his dreams every night.

“He did, didn’t he?” the man sat up and held his hand out to him. “Names’ Jasper, son of Lancelot of Level 6.”

Level 6 demon. Neat. He’d not seen one of them in a very long time. Like a century. He’d written the level off after . . . “Did you say Lancelot?”

“Yeap.”

“Your father was . . .”

“One and only.”

“I thought my life sucked ass.”

“Not as much as mine has. I mean . . . my father is known for the extension of our own kind.”

Shit. Lancelot had taken out Harold’s youngest brother and demanded the other Level 6 demons follow his way. When they refused he killed them, until there was none left. Or so, Harold had thought. “How did you survive?”

“Mom was human.” Japser patted the spot beside him. “How come your mate stole your powers?”

“Didn’t steal them persay.” Harold joined Jasper on the bed. “He requested the mate refusal before he even introduced himself to me.”

“Your father allowed that?”

“Yes.”

“Shucks.” Jasper picked up his hand and wrapped his fingers between his. “You ever heard of a Demon finding a second mate?”

“No.” Harold had searched every history book he could find for a sliver of a hope that he would be able to have a full life. None had came to life for him. “There’s none out there.”

“Then we are different.”

Harold locked eyes with Jasper.

“You don’t feel it, do you?”

“Feel what?”

“Your soul calling to mine.”

What was Jasper going on about? There was no way Jasper felt his soul call to him. There was only one other half per life.

“Mine is screamin for yours. There is no denying it.”

“There is no way.”

“It is.” Jasper took his hand and planced it over his heart. “Listen to my soul. If you open your mind, clear it, and let the past go, I bet you will hear it to.”

He wouldn’t. there was no way he had found a seoncd other half. It had never happened before. Even with his pure doubt, Harold found himself clearing his mind and opening himself up to . . . shit, there it was. Fuck. There was . . . he jumped from the bed and ran over to the trash. Yanked the codom up and . . .

“You shot your load good.” Jasper’s arms wrapped around his waist. “Shocked me when you put that damn thing on.”

Harold bet it did. Mates did not separate themselves from the time they met. Never. It wasn’t done. He had inadvertently disgraced his other half by doing so. Why hadn’t he taken note of Jasper belonging to him?

“I’m not offended.”

“Why not?”

“Took me a couple of minutes into our round of fucking to realize who you were to me. Another few minutes to take in just who you were. Then I realized what you had gone through with the other jerkwad and assumed you kept yourselves closed off to avoid being hurt again. Why else would you tell me up front that there would be no second time for us.”

“Shit.” Harold dropped the used condom and spun around in Jasper’s arms, sealing his lips over his, shoving his tongue down the man’s throat.

Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6

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Ash was the one who should be leading the werewolves among the Moon Chance Area. Not Karl Sonic. Karl was a despicable man who deserved death for all the crimes he committed against the werewolves Ash was supposed to be leading. That wasn’t possible until Ash’s Dream Bearer showed himself to him. Ash dreamed and prayed for it each night, but it never came. He waited for the one being that meant he could take Karl Sonic, an evil, vile man, from the world. That was what he lived for. That was what kept him calm when his natural born urge to run off and take the seat that belonged to him arose and ate at his insides. He told himself over and over that day would come. When was not known, but it could not come fast enough. As if that wasn’t enough for him to deal with from day to day, he had to constantly combat the advances of the woman his dad stashed away with him. The one his dad deemed to be his chosen mate. Ash had other plans and those did not include a woman he viewed as his sister.

His life wasn’t easy, but he bought his time until the day of retribution came. And he knew it would come. When wasn’t clear, but the how was. Or so he thought.

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Hi,

Hope all are enjoying their Labor Day Holiday. Myself, I’ve been finalizing the last few aspects of Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6. Doesn’t mean I can’t take a few minutes out to give you guys your weekly Flash Fiction Fix.

Hope you enjoy and are able to let your imagination soar.

Julia

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Karen ran her hand over her face, groaning at the mess spread across the rich brown hardwood floor. What had Danny been thinking. He knew her boss was stopping by to drop off some last minute briefs that he needed typed up. He knew how important her job was to him. Did he totally forget his mind during the Full Moon.

“Uh . . . I don’t . . .”

“Do not give me an excuse.” She snapped and snatched up an empty pizza box. “I know you turn all furry and stalk mice once a month, but does that mean you have to draw everyone in the damn neighborhood to our home?”

“I . . . Sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cover this mess.” She shoved the box into his arms. “Help me get this shit up.”

“Do you really think I hunt mice?” Danny laid the box down and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a huge black bag.

“I don’t know.” She didn’t. He did not give her details about that aspect of his life. All he’d told her was that he was a Cat Shifter and that once a month he would fade into a large cat that she needed to avoid. She’d made sure to do so. Normally. That night had been the first time she’d came to the house on a Full Moon. “Why is there such a mess?”

“Some of the . . . A few of my . . . Had some company.”

“You telling me that every month I leave you to have a boys night out?”

“No.” Danny dropped a armful of empty chip bags into the garbage bag. “Sometimes.”

“Not again.” She dropped the empty bear box. “You can go elsewhere each full moon. I’m not giving up my house again for your . . . furry ass.”

“Huh?” Danny froze where he stood. “I . . . This is the only place . . .”

“I know it is, but you can spend the night in the woods if you have to have space.” She crossed her arms. “or at one of your buddies houses.” She kicked a half full box of sodas. “That or I’m out.” She was tired of being in the dark. If he had not other option than to keep that aspect of his life from him, then he could keep it out of their place.

Merciful Wolf Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6

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Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6

Ash was the one who should be leading the werewolves among the Moon Chance Area. Not Karl Sonic. Karl was a despicable man who deserved death for all the crimes he committed against the werewolves Ash was supposed to be leading. That wasn’t possible until Ash’s Dream Bearer showed himself to him. Ash dreamed and prayed for it each night, but it never came. He waited for the one being that meant he could take Karl Sonic, an evil, vile man, from the world. That was what he lived for. That was what kept him calm when his natural born urge to run off and take the seat that belonged to him arose and ate at his insides. He told himself over and over that day would come. When was not known, but it could not come fast enough. As if that wasn’t enough for him to deal with from day to day, he had to constantly combat the advances of the woman his dad stashed away with him. The one his dad deemed to be his chosen mate. Ash had other plans and those did not include a woman he viewed as his sister.

His life wasn’t easy, but he bought his time until the day of retribution came. And he knew it would come. When wasn’t clear, but the how was. Or so he thought. 

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Hi,

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since I posted. Sorry for that. Things have been a bit crazy around the house and it has taken me some down time to get going again. I hope that the last few days of editing, and making my weekly post is a sign of more days among the world of words.

Today’s scene simply comes from my fingers flying across the board while I sip my Cold Brew and stare at a black and white photo of an large mythical bird flying through a cove of flowers, trees, and other black and white plants that my mind can vividly see as bright green.

I hope the scene allows you to let your mind soar while you read.

Julia

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He chewed on the fingernails that no longer existed – who named there son Ox – praying that he got the approval required for him and Ox to be one for the rest of their lives. It wasn’t an easy process. Ox had to prove to his leader that I had a solid understanding of Ox’s strange way of life. How did one do that? How could someone ensure another person, a powerful person, a man of authority, that someone could accept that soon as Ox, a man that was loved more than someone entire life, had the approval that he would have to answer to Ox. Hand over his entire life. There’d be no more making decision about his life. Ox would have the last say on what he could do. Where he could work. If he could work. How the housework would be done, even though Ox would never lift a finger to help. That once he sealed himself to Ox that he, a man, would be able to conceive a child. Not something that he totally understood, but he could accept it. Not like he hadn’t dreamed of children. Just not carrying them. He’d seen him and Ox going to adopt a little boy, or girl, that needed a home.

Basically, Ox had to prove that the man he chose, the man he knew would accept that buried deep in side him was a wild, untamed demon, who required total control.

The door squeaked as it opened. Ox’s tall, broad shoulders fill the doorway. There was no smile. No frown. Simply stoic expression. He propped himself against the doorframe and then held his hand out to him.

“Well?” he made his way over to his man.

“Come give your life over to me.”

They had it. Ox had done it. They would be one for the rest of their lives.

“You changed your mind?” a deep voice rumbled behind him, making him sprint over to Ox and wrap his arms around his waist.

“No, Sir.”

“You feared getting my approval?”

Ox stpped out fo the doorway, revealing a man that’s head all but brushed the top of the doorframe.

“Yes, Sir.”

Ox hugged him tighter, giving him a light squeeze. “My man fears everything. I bet he had been chewing on the tips of his fingers.”

“You mean fingernails?” Ox’s leader said.

“No.” Ox lifted his hand and showed them to the stranger. “You see he has a bad habit, that I can’t seem to break him of.”

“The combining might solve that problem.”

“When can we have it, Sir?”

“Soon as you leave.” The man patted Ox’s shoulder. “Go start your new life. Take my greatest happiness with you and bring your man into our world and start the next phase of your life.”

Ox nodded and tugged him towards the main door, nodding at the woman sitting behind the receptions desk.

Sneak Peak of my upcoming release

Hi,

Today I wanted to share an unedited sneak peak of my next release. There is no set release date and it is still in the final edit phrase, but I thought you might like to read a small bit of chapter one of Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6.

Remember to let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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“Here we go again.” Ash muttered.

Strike out. That’s what her night consisted of. Some dumb drunk slob refused her. Other nights he only received an offer she knew he’d refuse. When she whined about Alpha Superior Tanner taking her life by deciding she would be his son’s mate riled up Ash’s anger at his father. He didn’t quite understand his father thinking on stashing away a she-wolf for him. Part of Ash agreed with Beverly’s thinking. There was no way the two of them would have any kind of life together. Wrong. Beverly was his sister. An adopted sister, but a sister none the less.  Some nights Ash could ignore her annoying pursuit, after all he knew why she behaved the way she did. What he didn’t grasp was why his father kept that fact from Rocky and Tabby. They should have been told so they could explain it to her. He’d assumed his father had his reason, so when he found the evidence he decided to keep it to himself. He would until . . . There’d come a time when he’d have to inform Rocky. He wished for Beverly to settle down and find what Rocky and Tabby had. A happy, love filled life. True love. Every lasting love. Fulfilling love. Destiny. Sure was what he longed for.

Not some chosen woman, who went out to the bar at the age of fifteen and let some drunk stranger take her most cherished gift.

The bedroom door flew open and Beverly, in her shortest mini-skirt, walked in, propped her leg on the footboard. “Come on Ash. You know you want this.”

He closed his eyes, not wanting to be scared by the sight of Beverly as she gave him a free shot of her womanhood.

“Get out.”

“No.”

“Now.”

“Why?”

“Don’t make me remove you.”

“You owe me.”

“One.”

“You know you do.”

“Two.”

“Come on Ash, quit fighting the inevitable. Mate me and I’ll quit running to the club every night.”

“Three.”

“It’s your fault some human got my pussy first.”

The comforter flew to the floor as he leapt from the bed without giving Beverly his normal five count.

Beverly sprinted out the door, running right into Rocky.

“What is all this noise?”

Photo Flash Fiction

Hi,

Hope all had a great fourth of July. Mine was great. Spent it with my mom and dad. Perfect way to enjoy myself. Gave me the best setup to go back to my free write. Love it when more of my story springs to life like it came from the pits of the earth.

This week I chose to do a Photo Flash Fiction, so I hope you enjoy what I come up with.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Rain dripped from her hair as she screamed the initial pain of the change from a human body to one that belonged to the night. She’d been told by Jack that it would not be easy upon waking, but to her it felt like every other day of her life. She woke each morning with a deep desire to scream for someone to rescue her from the house of horror that her dad condemned her to five years ago. A house of nothing but women who sold themselves in order to please one man. The man that gave them their next fix. She’d been told over and over that if she only subcummed to the high of whatever drug she was offered that she’d be able to make it through the long hours of standing on the corner. She’d tried to run many nights, each time being caught and taken back to the one who owned her. The one who had stolen her innocence. Who had bought her because she held her viginity close to her heart. She had given up hope on escaping her cruel and abusive life, until the night that Jack purchased her for a couple of hours.

Her first look upon his face put the fear of God in her, but his soft tone and promise to do nothing  but talk to her put her at ease. She had doubted he would live up to his word, but it had been nice to hear kindness. To feel like someone would listen to her. Take her at her word. He had. Then offered to give her the escape that she longed for. Even promised he’d be there upon her new entrance to her new life. Be there to teach her how to cope. Deal. Live. Even protect her from unwanted advances from others. Part of her had expected his words to be a lie, but the way he described his world appealed to her twenty-times more than the one she lived in, so she’d accepted his offer.

“Rachael,” Jack’s tall, lanky body swayed into view, “how are you feeling?”

Her mouth opened and a second scream of pain rippled from her. She had not expected the wave to hit, which is what brought her to her knees. Before she could even stop her loud shrill Jack was at her side wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, pressing her head into the protection of his body.

“Breath, chérie. Breath.”

Right. That’s was all she needed to do. Breath. Gain control of her own mind. Stop the racing and whirling consuming her mind. Then she could take the next step into her new life.

Photo Came from: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/597852919258775834/

Photo Flash Fiction

Hi,

Hope your weekend was great and that your Monday has started off on the right foot. If not, I hope the small break you are taking to read today’s flash fiction helps you relax and that your mind is able to soar into the scene I wrote today.

Have a great day and remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

Photo came from: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/597852919256520423/

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It had worked. Years of never siring another like me had came to an end by the method that I saw on the TV. Who would have known? How did the creator of the television show known? Why had I tried such an absurd idea?

A scream ripped the air as the woman I loved for the last five years sat on the pile of dirt that had been her grave for one night. Her fangs glistened off the half cloud covered moon. Better yet, was that the blood red lingerie I buried her in had been filled out nicely. Not that she hadn’t looked amazing before, but adding my blood to hers had increased her beauty ten-fold. What other changes had turning her into my perfect mate had taken place over night. Would she crave blood like me? Would she be able to walk in the sun, or be a creature of the night like me? Would it harm her to try? Could I even ask her to attempt such? No. I would not put her at risk. I had learned the hardway that I could not go out during the day.

“I’m thirsty.”

Course she was. Why had I not thought of that? I should have known. Yet . . . how would I have? I’d been a blood drinking creature of the night so long I no longer knew when, or how I became such.

“Teddy?”

“Okay,” I held my hand out. “Come on, let’s go get your some food.”

Photo Flash Fiction

Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was busy and I did not get in much writing, but today is my dedicated day to writing. So I hope that this short flash fiction scene allows your imagination soar, like it did me when I saw the photo.

Photo came from: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/597852919255251103/

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I’d never seen anything like it. The owl sat perched on my leg, staring me in the eye. Movement seemed to have ceased. No other birds chirped. Crickets were quiet. It created a spooky atmosphere, but I was not scared. I knew my bird friend would not harm me.

My other friends freaked out when the owl perched itself on the railing. Hell, when the friendly wild bird hopped onto my lap they took off inside. Shara, my best friend, shouted at me to get inside, but I couldn’t do so. I had to run my fingers through the soft, silky feathers and stare into the bright blue eyes. I wasn’t sure how long I had sat there with the bird on my lap, but by the time it moved back to the railing all but Shara had left.

“Girl, get your ass in here.”

I’d take on more look at the amazing creature and went inside, knowing she was going to give me down the road for being so enthralled by such a wild creature, but I couldn’t help it. The bird had came to my house every night since I was mugged on my way home. Something about the bird eased my distress when I had to leave the house. I wasn’t sure why, but my gut told me that the bird was watching over me.

“You drive me mad.” Shara snatched her purse from the table. “Rest of the girls went home an hour ago. If you care.” She huffed. “I wasn’t going to leave you here for that wild beast to maul.”

“it wouldn’t have.”

“Right.” Shara moved to the door. “Call me tomorrow.”

“Will do.” I watched the door close and then spun back to the balcony. The owl had not moved. He sat with his head high and his eye latched onto me.

An invisible pull had me opening the door and sitting down at the bar. The owl hopped down and waddled to my feet, stopping. It was then that my entire life perspective shifted, right along with the owl.

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Once again, this scene comes from me just sitting down and letting my fingers fly. Hope you all are able to let your imagination soar when you read it.

Julia

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I ducked Carl’s fist cuasing him to shove it into the dry wall. Wasn’t my goal, but it gave me a minute to step around him and brace myself for his next attack. I expected him to freak when he found out about me belonging to the Supernatural World. Most humans despised us. Some hunted us. Some exerpientent on us, with and without permission. It had been like that for the last ten years. The humans just could not come to terms with my kind. I never thought Carl would fall into that catergory. Not alfter us being an item for over five years.

“Come back here you freak.” Carl braced his foot on the wall and jerked his hand free, spinning to face him. “You are not,” he lunged for me, but I dodged left, making him fall. He caught himself, landing in a pushup position.

“Come on, Carl.” I took four steps back. “You have known me for years.”

“I wouldn’t have if you told me who what you were.” He huffed and got to his feet. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Keep this from me. Tell me now.”

“Do you have to ask why I kept this from you?” His reaction spoke volumes. Even after considering his reaction, my heart told me, and convinced me, that my species would not matter to him.

“What did you expect from me? That I would just . . . not give a damn?” Carl moved to the hallway closest, extracting one of his suitcases. “You are a fucking animal.”

“Hey.”

“Don’t hey me, Justin.” Carl walked past him, bumping his shoulder, making him stumble to the left. “You should have told me from the start. Given me the chance to decide if I wanted to fuck and animal or not.”

Answer was pretty clear. It’s also why I had not told him from the start. I’d hoped that after some time he would be accepting. Wrong. Looked like his lover of five years only cared about . . . what bothered him the most. Not knowing? Me being a Supernatural?

“What bothers you the most?” My stomach spun around and around as fast as my mind was. Not so much as sickness, but burning anger. “Don’t bother.” Didn’t matter anyway. All that did was that Carl made his stance on Supernatural beings clear as glass. “Just get out of here.”

“Be glad to.” Carl walked into the room they’d shared and slammed the door.

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

I know lately there has not been much paranormal aspects to my flash fiction, for that I apologize. I hope to rectify that, but I can’t promise. When I sit down to write these flash fiction post I simply let my imagination. in soar free and I have no control of what comes from So, I hope that whatever I come up with each week allows you to let your imagination soar.

Enjoy

Julia

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Did he really expect me to believe that? No way. Not happening. There are people who might buy into the shit he was spilling, but not me.

“I promise I am not crazy.”

“Right.” She grabbed her tote bag and stood. “Don’t call me again.”

She barely made it to the door before a big black beast with white tipped ears  blocked her path. Like most people with common sense I took three steps back and froze. Not sure why people do that when they should be running to safety. Used to think it was just something people said, but . . .

“Don’t run.”

“Donald?” She scanned the room, but Donald was nowhere to be found. Apparently, he released this wolf like dog and left her to fend for herself.

“I am right here.”

Another scanned proved him wrong. But he somehow managed to keep talking to her.

“I am inside the wolf’s body.”

“Wolf?” He really thought her gullible. “Where are you? Where are the microphones hidden. Camera? Not a good joke. Just call her beast off and let me leave.”

“You are perfectly safe.” The wolf took another step to me and dropped to his belly, letting his large head rest on her feet. “I would never harm you. Nor would my wolf. You belong to us, whether you like it, or believe, not.”

Okay. Breath. You have a huge dog-wolf resting his head on your feet. It has not made a move to attack. Donald was somewhere talking through a microphone playing some kind of joke on her. Right? The wolf at her feet ran his head up the side of her leg, stopping at her knee to lick the bar skin showing there.

“You are the most beautiful woman. I am one lucky guy to have found the one person who can hear my wolf. It is rare for my kind to find someone so special.”

“Where the fuck are you Donald?”

“Right at your feet. Reach down and pet my wolf, then he will recede and you will have your proof.”

She wasn’t sure why she reached down and ran her hand over the top of the large beast’s head, but soon as her hand left his head a light brown glow appeared around him. When it faded a very naked Donald knelt at his feet.

“Shit.”

Flash Fiction

Hi,

Hope all had a great time celebrating their mothers. I sure did. Not sure where this week’s flash fiction came from, but I hope you all are able to let your imagination soar when you read.

Have a great week.

Julia

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It’s all he does. Come home. Sit down. Kick his shoes off. Lift the leg of his recliner and click the TV on. That’s it. No hello. No how was your day. Nothing. What was I doing? Where was my life gong? I had nothing left. Mom died two years ago. Dad five years before that. No brothers or sisters. Cousins deglore, but am not close to any of them. The ones I was, have their own families and that is the way it should be, but it leaves me with a man that has little to say to me, or do with me. Yet, I still do what I always do. Wait on him. Cook for him. Give him my heart. Why? What do I gain? What should I do? My mind says leave him and start over, but I’m too old to do that. I set my life’s path in motion so many years ago. Now I am stuck with it. Aren’t I?

“Miss,”

I looked up and the shiny green eyes captivated me so much that I forgot to respond to him. Not that he seemed to mind. He kept right on going.

“I was wondering if you cared if I joined you.”

My head shook, but eye remained latched onto his.

“Thanks. This place is packed.”

Always was. That’s why I had chosen it. I could drown in the noside of others people’s conversation while I debated the never ending situation of my life.

“You come here often?”

I squared my shoulders and forced my eyes to take in the rest of him. Nice slender face with a ski-slope nose that was emphasized by his plump lips. What would they feel like against mine? What was I thinking. There was no reason for me to consider kissing someone else. I was living with someone. Devoted to him. Even though life sucked.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” How could one word sound so helpless.

“Seems like there’s a lot on your mind. Why not let it go and tell me about some of the interesting things around town. I’m new to this area.”

I could do that. There was no harm in that as long as I kept my mind from taking in his broad shoulders. His thick muscled arms. All I had to do was tell him about the sites around town. Not that hard. Do that, drink my coffee, and then leave. I can do that.”

“Well, I suggest . . .”

Photo Flash Fiction

Hi,

Hope all had a couple of great weeks. This week I chose a photo to write a scene based off of. Hope you all enjoy it and let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Rave’s legs should have given away. He should have fainted. Screamed. Ran. Something. Anything other than stand there and stare into the dark, dreamy eyes of a lion. Yes, a lion. Full on mane with large sharp teeth. Not that he saw those teeth, but he didn’t have to, to know they were there. What kept him rooted in place was the shards of clothes that clung to the lion’s body. Yep. It was the light blue silk shirt that he’d bought Rex last Christmas. And Rex’s freshly pressed, tattered dress pants that laid around the lion’s massive legs. More that that kept Rave in place. His own eyes. He could not dispute what he saw. Nope. No laying it off on being drunk. He’d not drank a drop of liquor in five years. He was high on weed. Not smoked a joint since he was in high school. Nope. He was his normal down to earth self. Had came into his lover’s house like any other night of the week and sat down beside him to decide what to eat for supper while they watched the basketball game. Except . . . wasn’t any other night. Nope.

Rex had told him he had to tell him a secret. Before Rave got ready to absorb something bad his lover had moved to the corner of the room and became a fucking huge lion. Yep. Lion. That’s what had him springing to his feet and what managed to keep him there, until reality hit.

“Rex? What . . . Rex? Is that . . . Shit!”

Soft hands cushioned the back of his head before it slammed into the glass coffee table.

“Rave, babe, you okay?”

“Okay?” Was his . . . Shit. He had been fucking a lion. “Damn.” He ran his hand over his face. “I’m fine.”

“Let me get you on the couch then I will . . .”

“Will what? Go back to being a lion?”

“No.” Rex groaned. “Unless you want me to.”

“No.”

“Then I will sit beside you, if that’s okay.”

“Think you might need to. I need to understand what I . . . what you . . . Hell, did you just transform into a fucking lion?”

“Yes.”

“Explain.”