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Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine was decent. I’ve been doing some editing and preparing for the release of Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6. It comes out, tomorrow, so today, I’m just going to be doing a reminder of such. Give you one last chance to get your copy pre-ordered.

MERCIFUL WOLF

HUMAN-SKINNED WOLVES BOOK 6

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SEPTEMBER 25, 2018

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Blurb for:

Merciful Wolf 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.

Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6

MERCIFUL WOLF

HUMAN-SKINNED WOLVES BOOK 6

RELEASES

SEPTEMBER 25, 2018

PRE-ORDER LINK

Blurb for:

Merciful Wolf 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.

Merciful Wolf Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6

Hi,

I have finished all the small details for Merciful Wolf, and waited to share the Cover and Blurb with all my readers. I do not have a release date, yet, but soon as I do I will announce it.

Cover Design by Oliviaprodesign's Gig

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Merciful Wolf 

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. 

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. 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

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M/M Content

Paranormal Scene

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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.

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

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Note This is an unedited scene

M/M ADULT CONTENT

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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.”

Revealed By Love by Julia Matthews

REVEALED

BY

LOVE

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KINDLE & KINDLE UNLIMITED

JAN. 1, 2018

Detective Walt Bell made decisions all the time, that changed people’s lives. Never once did he think he would be facing the one in front of him. He’d thought leaving the Haven Society Hive had been the worst one he’d face in life. Fate must have other thoughts. The one that loomed in front of his Bear Therianthropy ass could put him in a major bind. What was he to do? How was he to respond? Sure not like he had for the last two weeks. Sitting on his ass and watching. 

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.

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Note This is an unedited scene

ADULT CONTENT

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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.”

Shifters

Hi,

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

Have a great week.

Remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

Shifters

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

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

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

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

Have a great week and remember,

Let your imagination soar when you read or write.

Julia

Human-Skinned Wolf Recipe

Hi,

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

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

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

Have a wonderful day.

Remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia