Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since my last blog post, and I apologize for that. Life has been challenging for me since the start of the year. I am working hard to rebalance myself and get back on track. I hope this week is the restart of the blogs that I need to resume my writing time. If not, least you can enjoy and let your imagination soar over this flash fiction scene.

Julia

* * *

Adult Content

If under 18 leave sight

Unedited Scene

M/M Content

* * *

Cal stretched his arm sidewards, finding warm sheets instead of the warm body he feel asleep beside. Where was . . . what was his name? Crap. Another one-night stand that he had no name for. Yet this one was majorly different. He woke up hunting him. Not just sneaking out of the guy’s house. What did that mean?

“Hey, babe.”

Cal smiled up at the guy as he soaked in his long blond hair and sculpted body. Least if he chose to remain behind for someone it was a man who had a stick and half, which had left his ass throbbing in the most amazing sort of way.

“Names’ Talbort, if you don’t remember. You were pretty lit last night.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” The man held out a cup of coffee to him. “Black. If you want something else in it, then . . .”

“No. It’s fine.” He took a sip, letting the caffinne run through his body before he spoke again. “What are you?”

“You picked up on it, did you?”

“There’d be only one reason I woke up and did not think about leaving.”

“Figured so.”

“You too?”

“Yeah. Not one to bring men home. Usually take them to a hotel.”

“So you knew last night?”

“Yes, but I knew you didn’t.”

“What are you then?”

“My full name is Talbort of the Hive. What is yours?”

Vampire. Could have been worse. Could have been a witch. His father would be pleased that he found his soulmate amongst those he was half part of. “I don’t carry a full name.”

“Halfling then.”

“Yes.”

“With what?”

“Vampire and Werewolf.”

“Least not a witch.”

“What I said.”

“They do have the worst rep. don’t they?”

“More than.” Cal bumpbed the guy’s shoulder. “Looks like we’ve got lots to talk about.”

“That we do.” Talbort smiled over at him, leaning in pressing his lips to his. “First, let’s pick up where left off last night.”

“What a plan.”

Flash Fiction Scene

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.

* * *

Adult Content

If under 18 leave sight

Unedited Scene

M/M Content

* * *

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.

Flash Fiction Scene

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

* * *

If under 18 please leave site.

Unedited Scene

* * *

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.

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine was full of some light preparing for upcoming NaNoWrMo. Can’t believe it is a little over two months away. That also means I have to get the final edit done on Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6 and the cover designed. Lots of work coming my way. Thankfully, I have a light week next week and can devote lots of time to editing. Before I dive into that, I wanted to share this flash fiction scene with you.

Hope you enjoy and remember, let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

* * *

If under 18 leave

Unedited Scene

M/M Content

* * *

Cain wiped the sweat off his forehead and pressed the balls of his feet into the pavement, refusing to rush across the street and claw the life from the bear that wrapped his short brown fur covered legs around Lady Beauty. Lady Beauty had been promised to her by Lord Draft. Everyone knew this. Lord Draft had sent out the notice some five years ago. The day the two of them ran across Lady Beauty. The day that Lord Draft approached her, questioning her as to why she had not reported herself to him. Lord Draft hadn’t been upset, or angry, but been stern about the laws. Laws that Lady Beauty had been clueless to. She had swore that she had no idea that anyone like her hid among Earth. Her mother had always told her she was a special lady and that her life would be long and lonely. It had been in that minute that Cain made a promise to prove her wrong. He had reached down his mental path with Lord Draft and claimed her as his in that moment. Lord Draft had agreed and sealed them together then, but told him he had to wait until she was ready to accept him. A fact that had not set well with Cain, but a fact he understood and agreed to watch over her from afar. The first time he saw the Bear Shifter clamber up to her backyard he had gone to Lord Draft and informed him that he would be approaching her and taking her into him. Lord Draft had agreed and wished him luck. That had been ten days ago. He had waited and watched to see how integrated the Bear Shifter had inserted himself into Lady Beauty’s life. The bear had visited her twice a day. Each time Lady Beauty took him inside for a couple of hours and then the bear left. That hadn’t been the case that day. They had remained outside. The bear remained in bear form and sat down, opening his bear arms up to her. She had walked into them and sat down, letting him wrap her up in them. That had been the last straw. There would be no more of that . She belonged to him. It was him that she should come to for comfort. The Bear Shifter knew the laws, he was sure of that. It had been that even that had him fighting for control. Fighting to remain calm and approach them with ease, not a fevous anger.

“Lady Beauty,” he spoke loud enough that they would hear him before he crossed into her backyard.

The Bear Shifter stiffened, but released Lady Beauty, who gingerly rose to her feet and held out her arms to him.

“You would openly embrace me after allowing him to do the same to you?”

“You are angry.”

“Yes. I have right to be.”

“Not really.” Lady Beauty patted the bear’s arm and he ambled to his feet and then stumbled into the woods behind him. “I was doing nothing wrong.”

“You was.”

“How so?”

“I can tell you are aware of my claim on you.”

“I am.”

“Then you know that you should not be embracing any other Supernatural Creature.”

“I can embrace whoever I wish. I have not accepted your claim. Nor am I going to, if you keep up this show of male dominance.”

Cain stepped back and tilted his head. His inner beast stirred at the challenge, but not in anger. Nope. His cock hardened so fast it should have split his jeans.

“Do you not think it wise to ask why I allowed someone else to embrace me?”

“No.”

“Then your claim will never be accepted.”

“Doesn’t have to be.”

“That is where you are wrong.”

“You were enlightened to our way of life.”

“I was, which is why I do not have to accept your claim. You chose me without my consent. I have eight months to accept you from the time you approach me. You approached me over five years ago. Never came for me.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Did you not claim me the same day you and Lord Draft discovered me?”

“How did you . . .”

“Mr. Sam showed me the notification he received from Lord Draft.”

Okay, the bear had a name. That gave him something to research. What he didn’t understand was that he’d invesitagated every supernatural being within ten miles of her. No one named Sam was listed among those ten being. Who was he? How come he was not listed? Was he a threat to Lady Beauty?

“What is Mr. Sam’s last name?”

“Does not matter.”

“Does. He is not listen among our kind.”

“Just because you are some big shot does not give you the right to charge in here and upturn people’s lives. I think you have done enough of that by claiming me and not coming to me.”

“I could not.”

“Why is that?”

“If you saw the notification then you know the reason.”

“I do, but if you truly wanted me you would not have allowed such.”

Did she have a point? How could she? He was abiding by the law. There was nothing wrong with that. It was natural to do so. She agreed to . . .

“Mr. Cain Struggles,” A deep rich voice that he had not heard in over ten years reached his ears as a man he thought dead walked into the clearing, pausing twenty feet from Lady Beauty.

Cain couldn’t believe it. Mr. Sam, aka Samuel Sawyers, the baddest bawler among the Supernatural World stood in front of him. The man had been sent out to eliminated a nest of Vampires and never came back. “You are thought to be dead.”

“I should be.” Mr. Samuel Sawyers pointed at Lady Beauty. “She found me in a cave some five miles in the woods. Has been treating me every since.”

Damn. His woman had been aiding a harmed shifter. “What happened to you?”

“I cleaned the nest out, but one of the vampires was Lord Tangler’s son.”

Flash Fiction Scene

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

* * *

If under 18 leave

Unedited Scene

M/M Scene

* * *

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.

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

* * *

If under 18 Leave the Site

Adult Content

Paranormal Content

Unedited Scene

* * *

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/

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Hope all have huge plans for the 4^th of July. I’m going to be spending time with my family. That thought is what led me to this week’s flash fiction scene.

Hope you enjoy.

Remember let your imagination soar as you read.

Julia

* * *

Adult Only

If under 18 then leave the site.

Unedit Scene

Paranormal

M/M Content

* * *

Rex picked up a stray sock and shoved it into his closest. His mom never looked under the beds or in the closets. He hoped Kale’s didn’t. He thought he’d been nervous when he turned thirteen and went through his Development Rite of Passage. His dad had put a lot of pressure on him to chose the demon skill of foreteller. There had not been a son in the Hackler’s family, which had made each male to push their sons to learn the family skill. It had  been a no-brainer for him, but Rex still feared that the rare chance that the Devil himself would come from the Underworld and chose for him. It did not happen much, but every once in a while the Devil chose a lucky, or unluky, soul to gain the skills set he need for his future army. Every one he chose had a birthday on the 4^th of July, which happened to be his.

“Rex, honey, you with me?”

Rex shook his head. “Sorry, my mind was wondering down memory lane.”

“You going to be okay, baby?”

“Sure.”

Rex hadn’t met Kale’s family yet, even thought they’d been together for two years. Kale’s family had a hard time coping when their son came out to them. Rex’s family had taken Kale into their bosom and treated him like they would have any in-law their daughter, or son chose. The first time his mom met Kale she’d swooped him into a huge hug and promised to take care of him until her dying last breath. She had. So had the rest of his family. Their death fell on his head. He’d known that one day his past jobs would catch up to him and they had.

Five months ago, one of Amaymon’s son took offense to him being charged with stepping out on his wife. It wasn’t a major crime, but his wife took him to the cleaners when she filed for divorce. Divorce wasn’t something taken lightly among the Demon World, which meant Amaymon’s son had disgraced his family’s name. The Amaymon’s family was looked up to since Amaymon was the King of the South. Rex assumed the disgrace was why Amaymon’s son came tracked him down. He’d been on another assignment and Amaymon’s son decided to take his revenge out on Kale. His ultimate downfall was when he attacked Kale when he was at his in-laws. His mother and sister had been the only ones at home with him and they attacked back, protecting their family member. They had ultimately lost their lives. Kale might have lost his, if Rex’s father and brothers had not arrived to eliminate the threat. Too damn bad they’d been a few minutes late.

Kale had tried to make amends for the last five months, which was why Rex found himself meeting his in-laws for the first time. Kale hoped his family had came to terms with his choice to spend his life with a man. Rex had told him over and over that it was not necessary, but his lover wanted to do something that would give him a mother back.

Rex feared his in-laws would reject him and hurt his husband’s feelings. If that happened, Rex would not be held responsible for what he did to them. No one could get by with harming his husband, not even his own family.

“They are here.”

Great. Rex took a deep breath and cleared his mind. Open mind. That was how he would greet Kale’s family. Just like Kale had met his.

Photo Flash Fiction

Hi,

Hope all the fathers around the world had a great day. I spent mine writing in the morning and then the afternoon with my dad, then topped the day off with us celebrating my mother’s b-day. (Both fell on the same day). It was a great day. Hope every one else had such a wonderful day. If not, then maybe this short scene will start your week off on the right foot.

Have a great day.

Remember let your imagination soar as you read.

Julia

* * *

Adult Scene

Over 18 Content

Unedited Scene

* * *

All I could see was his glowing eyes. It made no sense to me. He’d said he had a secret to tell me, but . . . he’d said nothing about it coming through his eyes. He had to be wearing contacts. Right? Only thing that made sense. People’s eyes did not glow orangish-yellow. Nope.

“Neat contacts.”

“Robin, I am . . . Not contacts. My true side is coming forward to greet you.”

True side? What did that mean? David was as sane as me? Or . . . he had been until then. Then he believed he had a second side. Even wore contacts to . . .

“Greet me?”

David nodded. “He believes you will accept him.

What did that mean? No one had two sides. Ok, some did, but that was more . . . It wasn’t a separate being buried inside them. Then again . . .

She walked up to David and rested her hand over his eyes, then removed it when the orangish-yellow seeped between her fingers as it grew brighter. Contact could not give that affect. David . . . Shit. He wasn’t kidding. Was he? Was there any other way he could pull such a trick off? None that she knew of, which meant . . . Shit. He was telling the truth. Lord, have mercy, was she really buying into David’s story. He had said he could give her proof. Glowing eyes had her teetering on the edge of belief, but she . . .

“Need more proof.”

“Okay.” David stood up taller and lifted his arms to the sky.

His face elongated and his eyes rolled back in his head as the unusual colored eyes seemed to surround his entire face. Robin wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew one thing . . . David had told her the truth and she’d asked for the inner side of David. The side he had called his True s Side. His Inner Spirit. Demon side. Crap. What had she asked him to do? What was she supposed to do? Run? Step back? Would fleeing make him chase her? She didn’t know, but wasn’t going to chance it, so she simply pulled out the dining room table chair and sat down and waited.

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/

* * *

Adult Only Content

Unedited Scene

Paranormal and Supernatural Content

* * *

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/

* * *

If under 18 leave

Unedited Scene

Paranormal Content

* * *

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

* * *

If under 18 leave

Unedited Flash Fiction Scene

M/M Content

* * *

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

* * *

If under 18 leave

Adult Content

* * *

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 Scene

Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Those participating in Camp NaNo hope you have reached your word count goal and created a great story. More important you were able to let your creativity flow. I managed to meet my word count goal of 30,000 words for the month of April. Now, it’s back to the editing phase on Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6.

Enough about that for now. Today, I want you to let your imagination fly as you read the below unedited adult scene. So, if you are under 18 please leave my blog. The below scene has m/m content.

Have a great week.

Julia

* * *

Adult Content

Unedited Scene

M/M Content

Paranormal Scene

If under 18 leave

* * *

Fingernails dug into my ass as I thrust drove my steel rod cock deep into my lover for the night. I did not know his name, nor did I care. All I needed was a hole to fuck. I had never been so promiscuous, not even when I was a teenager. I would not be now if my damn inner cat had chosen a mate that refused to join with me. The rebuff left me and my cat desiring a release, but there would be none. No many how many holes I fucked.

Walls clenched around my dick, closing around my dick so much that it should have sucked me dry, but all it did was drive my desire higher for the one man that refused to come to me.

“Damn.” The man under him collapsed onto the bed, taking me down with him. “That was amazing.”

I rolled to his side, not caring that I had not gotten off. With a wipe of my forehead I sat up, picking up my pants.

“Hey,” a hand ran up my back, causing me to shiver. “Where you going?”

“Home.”

“Why?” the man pressed his chest into my lower back and slid a hand around, gripping my cock. “You have another round or two in you. I can tell.”

More than that. My cock refused to deflate. It wouldn’t until I was able to take the one my cat chose as mine. Something that meant walking around with a constant hard-on. Not something I looked forward to.

“Had a blast.” I stood and pulled up my pants, zipping it up. “Got to get home so I can shower and get some fresh clothes.”

“Got somewhere to be early?”

“Yes.” I yanked my shirt over my head. I had to go by Johnathan’s house, reassuing my self that he got home from the bar safely.

“Okay.” The guy flopped back down onto his bed. “Call me when you want to go another round, or three.”

I nodded as I walked into the man’s living room.

Awakening Love Release Date

AWAKENING LOVE

RELEASES APRIL 10, 2018

Pre-Order

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BD2S4Z1?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660

Karen left her human life for her husband of eighteen years. He owned her heart, soul, and body, even though for the last fourteen years another has openly longed for her. Promised her husband that when he screwed up he would swoop in and pick up the pieces of Karen’s broken heart. Now, life has made her make a decision behind her husband’s back that would end her Duel-Blood life. Will her husband accept her choice or leave her in the wind?

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Sorry for the last of post, but time got away from me last week and I totally forgot to write a scene. Hope you enjoy this weeks’.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

* * *

Unedited Scene

Adult Content.

M/M Romance

If under 18 please leave the site.

* * *

You would’ve thought my entire body would have tensed the moment a trendle of awareness crept to life. Anyone else might have attacked, but my wolf knew who created the feather like sensation. Jacob.

He’d been gone on assignment for four months. No a single word had floated down to me about where he went, or who he went after. I cursed each time the alpha sent him on a downlow mission. I knew it was his job when I chose him as my mate, but my wolf and human side despised not being at his side, ensuring he was safe and sound.

“I know you’re awake, Bobby.” Warm air brushed across the base of my spine. “I’ve dreamed about you every night.”

I sighed as his body weight came to rest over my back.

“Need you, love.”

“I’m yours.”

A small sting of pressure caused my dick to spring to life.

“Going to take you rough.”

“Please.” My ass lifted, coming in contact with his dripping cock. “Please. Jacob. Please.”

That must have been all my love of ten years needed, because next thing I knew he’d breached my ring, taking me in one fluid motion, coming to a stop the moment his hips rested against my ass. The dry entrance increased my desire ten fold.

“Ready, lover?”

My answer was to push up into him. That was the only thing Jacob needed to start his hard and fast pace. I knew it would be a short round of love making, but it was just what we both needed.

Scene Flash Fiction

Hi,

Hope all had an amazing weekend. Mine was awesome and full of exercise, which is where today’s flash fiction scene comes from. Hope you guys enjoy.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

* * *

Unedited Scene

Adult Content.

M/M Romance

If under 18 please leave the site.

* * *

“Demons need exercise?” Reginald’s hand went to his hips and his head lifted higher. If he hadn’t been pissed off, it would have drove me up the wall. What was I thinking, it had my cock swelling so fast there’d be zipper imprints.

“I’ve told you - -“

“Don’t care what you’ve told me. I know what I saw.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t think I’d follow you?”

Actually, I assumed he had. Not that it bothered me. I wasn’t hiding anything from him. I’d gone to the gym to workout, not hook up with some guy. Oh, there were a bunch of sweaty, hot men there who’d suck him off, but all I needed had been asleep in my bed when I left the house.

“I’m not sure,” I lifted my hand when Reginald went to interrupt me, “what you think you saw, but I went to workout out.”

“I saw that rich brown haired, hulk like guy rubbing your shoulders and you thrusted your hips back into him.”

“No one - -“

“Don’t feed me any more bullshit, Daniel Calvin Thomas.”

Bullshit? What the held was his lover thinking? Massages wasn’t . . . There was a policy against PDA in the gym. Only one . . .

“Fuck!”

“See you are ready to admit your cheating ways.”

“Hell I am.” I snapped my fingers and pulled up the video Witch Light Video Surveillance that Charlie had me install when he opened the gym. “Take a look at this.”

“I’m not buying anything your witchy ass pulls up.”

“Good, but you know, as well as I do, that no one can toy with the Witch Light Video Surveillance equipment. Don’t you?”

Reginald sighed and crossed his arms. Anger still rode his dark blue eyes, but I had his full attention.

“Who is this?” I cued the feed up to where I walked into the gym, letting it play until Charlie walked in.

“Charlie. So?”

“Okay.” I fast forward the video until Charlie was standing in front of some new member he’d been training for the last two week. Charlie was renowed for taking the new employees, or the male ones, on a quick test. Stupid ass brother of mine. “Who is this?”

“That is the fucker you cheated on me with.”

“Not the stranger, the guy standing behind him.”

“That’s . . . Shit. Damn. Fuck.”

“Caught on, did you?”

“I hate you being a fucking twin.” Reginald’s arms unfolded and his chin hit his chest. “I’m sorry, Daniel.”

“It’s fine.” Wasn’t, but who was he to fuss about his lover of five years being so jealsour that he forgot that his lover’s twin ran the gym.

“It is not.” Reginald came up to him and wrapped his arms around him. “I know you better than that.”

“I know you do. I also know how the green-eyed monster rides you when you are overstressed.”

“Don’t give me reason to take it out on you.” Reginald kissed his chest. “I’ve got to slow down. No more movies for a year after this one is complete.”

I’d heard that before and like always, another can’t miss the opportunity was dropped at Reginald’s feet. I didn’t care how much he worked. He was thankful that the two of them could work through issues when they arose.

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

This week I want to start it off on an upbeat voice. I hope this Flash Fiction Scene helps your week get going in the right direction.

* * *

Unedited Scene

Adult Content.

M/M Supernatural Romance

If under 18 please leave the site.

* * *

I straighten the wrinkles out of my shirt, cursing Ralph for tugging on the hem of it. It was the first time that Lord Jayhem did more than glance my way. I’d came to the club every night he was schedule to make an appearance. Couple of times when I knew he’d be in his upstairs office, one full of floor to ceiling window.

“Would you care to join me?” Lord Jayhem offered me his slimline hand.

I place mine in his, reveling in how it swallowed mine. I knew he was huge, but never considered his hunky, broad shoulders, and seven foot would extend to his hands.

Lord Jayhem shifted his glance to Ralph, who stood there with his mouth open. “I promise to bring him back to you in one piece.”

“Oh . . . I . . . Never . . .”

I silently cursed Ralph for his stuttering. All he should have done was nod, then scurried from the building, ensuring I did not have to be brought back to him.

“Keep him.”

Ralph winked at me, then nodded at Lord Jayhem. “I have no say over him. He’s all yours.”

That I hoped to be. For more than one night. I doubted that would happen, but Lord Jayhem was well known for taking a lover once or twice then discarding them. I knew this, but it never detoured me from longing to be his. My dream. My life depended on it. I wasn’t sure why, but my gut twisted every time I saw him. My father taught me to listen to it, and the only other time I had felt that deep etching for a man was when I fell head over heals for Dave. I had him for thirteen years before he ran across his Lifelong Partner. The one every vampire longed to find. The one made just for you. Getting over Dave had been hard, but I never once despised him. I knew that chance of one of us finding such was good.

“You with me?”

I looked up, locking my eyes onto his glowing red ones. Those eyes that had first drew me to him. There was never a night that I had not dreamed of him staring me down with them as he fucked me into the mattress.

“Cal?”

“Always.” Truer words had never been spoken.

Flash Fiction Post

Hi,

Hope all has been fine over the last week. Mine’s been busy. I got the book Revealed By Love up for pre-release. It will go live on Kindle and in Kindle Unlimited on Jan. 1m 2018. (Lord is it truly weeks a way?) With that being setup and ready to go, I’ve been focusing on editing another revised book of mine. But . . . Today is Flash Fiction Scene. Not sure where this came from, but it came to my mind and I had to get it out , so I could move onto some more edits.

Hope you enjoy this week’s scene and remember to

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

* * *

Note This is an unedited scene

M/M ADULT CONTENT

* * *

Randal shook His head. His mouth had to be hanging open. What he witness was inhumanly possible. No one could turn from a tall, muscle bound man into . . . What was . . . “Scott?”

The large black dog . . no, what stood in front of him wasn’t a dog. It was larger than a wolf. What had Scott turned into.

The area around Scott began to fade red, as it had minutes ago, and consumed the massive animal’s body, leaving behind a naked Scott kneeling.

Randal found himself speechless. Who wouldn’t when the objective of their eyes finally stood naked in front of him. Man sure lived up to Randal’s image of him. He shook his head. Wasn’t time to focus on the broad shoulders. Tight chest muscles that remain motionless with each breath Scoot took. Wide smooth back blocked Randal from seeing what he’d long to stoke, swallow, and feel thrust into him.

“Randal?” Scoot stood fast, fluently and rushed over to him.

Damn, his cock was thicker than any other he’d seen over the last ten years of being an out Gay man. Better yet, it was more an anaconda. How could it not be? Scott’s dick was firm and waving at his stomach. Wait . . . Firm? Nope. Scott was aroused.

“Randal, talk to me. Are you okay?”

Hands feathered across his chest, around his head, and down his arms.

“There’s no outward marks, but did that beast break skin anywhere else?”

Scott knew Randal was asking a question, and from the way he kept gawking over Randal’s skin he was scared for some reason. The other larger than normal wolf had charged him, but Randal nailed him in the side before he could get with an arms length. He was fine, more than. The most majestic sight stood in front of him, devour him with his eye, even if Randal  only did so to ensure himself his best friend had not been harmed.

Fingers snapped in front of him. “Hey,” a hand lifted his chin.

“What?”

“I need you to tell me if any skin was broken?”

“No.” Randal’s eyes drifted back down to the much longer and purpling cock swaying free in front of Scott.

“What are . . . Shit.” Scott’s hands covered his privates. “Sorry.”

“Why?” Randal reached out and took hold of Randal’s wrist. “I liked what I was seeing.”

“You was?”

“Boy, yes.”

Scott let him tugged his hand free and took a step closer. “What would you do with it?”

“Lots of amazing activities could come with me manhandling that beauty.” His hand slid around and down Scott’s cock, pumping him twice, getting a loud moan out of him. “You like.”

“God, yes.” Scott thrust into his next stroke. “You have the perfect hands for that.”

“Have the perfect mouth too.” Randal winked at him. “I would take it all the way down my throat. “Take all the hard thrusting you could send my way.”

Scott groaned, pressing his chest out.

“Bet those nipples of yours love to be tortured as much as your cock.”

“More than.” Scott leaned in, stopping only when his lips were a mere inch away from him. “Can I?”

“I’m yours.” He had no idea why he was going down this path with his best friend, but it felt right. Not like Scott hadn’t been the man haunting his dream since he turned eighteen.

“That you are.” Scott was a hair away from his lips when a loud rumble filled the air.

Scott spun around, growling back, but it stopped before it took on a full force rumble. “Sorry, Sir.”

“No. I’m sorry.” The tallest man Randal every saw strode up to them.

Randal stepped in front of Scott, pushing him backwards.

“I mean your mate no harm.”

“Mate?”

“Ah,” the stranger nodded. “You have not had time to fill your mate in.”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“No reason to apologize.” The man crossed his arm. “We caught the rouge five miles from here.”

“Great. Did you find out why he came after Randal?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Scott?”

“Yes. He believed Scott was encroaching on his man.”

“What? I never . . .”

Scott wrapped an arm around him. “I know, baby. I know.”

Baby? Oh man. As much as Randal loved where things had been going a minutes ago, being called baby, by Scott kind of poured a bucket of water on him. He had longed for Scott for years, but never believed he had a chance. Then, Scott was doing more than giving his chance. He was openly declaring affection for him.

“You okay, Baby?” Scott’s hand brushed across his stomach.

“I will leave you two. It seems you still have some major explaining to do.”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

Randal liked that the man was leaving, but he wasn’t sure how much he would like to hear whatever explanation the man mentioned.

“Let’s take a seat.”

Randal squared his shoulders and walked over to the fallen log, sitting down and patting his lap. “To protect your skin.”

“I . . . For this it would be best if I sat beside you.”

Okay, he’d changed his mind again. Looked as if the thrill of the moment was gone and he was going to be rejected by his best friend. Shit. How would he manage to be at his besties side after he kicked him to the side.

“Hey,” Scott tilted his head, placing a light kiss over his dry lips. “I want to be in your lap, but I want us both to have a level head while we discuss us.”

“Us?”

“Yes. Us.”

“Okay. Let’s get down to it.”

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was super busy, again. I made some progress though on the story I’m revising. Doesn’t look like I’ll get the revision done before the end of the month, but that’s not a major thing. I have one other that is being read for edits.

This week I do not have a theme or anything for the flash fiction scene, it just sort of came to me. Hope you guys enjoy it and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

* * *

Note This is an unedited scene

ADULT CONTENT

* * *

Tap. Tap. Tap.

What in the world? He spun, staring down the beautiful blonde with a half shaved head that showed off her seven pointed star. Unique imagine to have on your forehead. Not like he didn’t know what it meant, but most people into the craft hid themselves. Specially, after the Witch Wars.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

What was her name? She’d worked for him for the last five days and he’d yet to remember her name. Figured it didn’t matter. Most of his secretaries didn’t last more than a week. Human Resources repeditly told him to be nicer. Why? He was who he was. A snarly, toothy, hair covered Lycan. He couldn’t change that. Everyone knew Lycan were . . . Bossy as hell. That’s how come most of them held the CEO spots of major companies. Not that he’d been given his position among the Crank It Publishing house. Nope. He’d worked his way up from the mail room and earned each step up he made. Ticked many people off during his trip to the big room.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Get in here!”

The young woman lifted her head and snarled at him. Literally. She barred her teeth. Her sparkly white teeth did not put him on edge. In fact, they made his dick hard as hell. What was going on with him? He did not get it up for little ole secretaries. Nope. He loved his woman forceful. Dare devilish. Not someone who took orders.

The intercom buzzed and then his office filled with the lovely soothing tone of a woman’s voice. “Mr. Tombbay, did you need something?”

He’d been clear about what he needed. Her in his office. Not questioning him. How dare her . . . He pushed himself to his feet and marched over to his open office door. He pointed at her then back at the chair in front of his desk. Still, she remained sitting and crossed her arms.

“Did you need something, Mr. Tombbay?”

“Office. Now.”

She shook her head then latched onto his eyes. “If you have need of me, then you can request my assistance like any other decent being would. Until then . . .”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Get in the office now.”

“No, sir.” She picked up her coffee cup and walked down the corridor to the break room.

“Who do you think . . .”

“Have trouble, Frankie-boy?”

“No.” He spun back into his office and slammed the door, making the windows rattle. “How dare her. Who does she think she is.”

“Must be someone strong.” Randy, his eldest brother said from the corner of his office.

“What are you doing popping in here?” He hated when his Big-Bad-Alpha-Brother let his Witchy-Mate transport him to his desired location.

“Felt your anger. Thought you might need some assistance.” He sniggered. “Looks like I was wrong and right.”

“What’s that mean? I can handle one little ole witch.”

“brother, dead, that is where you are wrong.”

“What? I can handle anything that comes my way.”

“Most of the time you can, but that is not some little old witch. She’s a Grand  Black Witch. They are rare, according to Beth.”

He looked back at his soon to be ex-secretary.

“not wise t o piss one of them off.”

“Why? She spell me.”

“Might. You might not like it either.”

“I can take care of my own business, Alpha.”

“I’m not sure about that either.”

“What the hell you riding my ass for. I’m your fucking Beta. Course I can handle anyting tha comes my way.”

“Okay, then I’ll let you keep your mate waiting for you.”

“My what!” No way. He would have known. He would have caught the whiff of his . . . Shit. His cock was hard. He could smell the lust floating around his office. “Why did I not . . .”

“You were letting your own bossiness get in your way. That’s probably why she’s driving you up the wall with that tapping of hers.”