WIP - Laramie's Chaos

Lynen is the youngest of his family. Power grows within him, but he won’t know whether it is Alpha, Beta, Omega, or the rare Delta power like his uncle’s, until he comes of age at twenty-five. That’s five long years from now.

Things in their pack have drastically changed since the old Alpha drove out his Delta son, Lynen’s Uncle Gil. Now, Lynen’s father is Alpha and the pack laws have gotten worse than ever.

But what Lynen hates more than anything is the humans that inhabit their remote compound. Humans that are the male shifter’s pets…or slaves as far as Lynen is concerned. Once upon a time, humans were forbidden within shifter compounds. For the humans, that was better than the subjugation they now face.

Lynen wants to leave, to find another pack. A pack that is away from his father’s far reach. But he can’t. Not until he comes of age. And what then? He will be presented with his own pet. Something Lynen doesn’t want.

What he wants most, is to find his Uncle Gil. But the last time he saw his uncle was during the Sodalis, and that was seven years ago, when Lynen was barely a pup. He didn’t know where his uncle was and what if Gil didn’t want him? What would he do then?

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Laramie was livid that Gil had let, yet another, shifter into their small pack without consulting him. He was the Alpha! But Gil did what he wanted, something Laramie both admired and hated.

The only saving grace was, with Gil’s Delta powers, he could weed out any shifters with dubious intents or malice in their hearts. A handy skill to have, as far as Laramie was concerned.

But this latest shifter had Laramie’s hackles rising. He didn’t like him. He smelled funny. Like he wasn’t pure wolf, though Gil had assured him, Matthias was all shifter. Laramie didn’t have a lot of patience, something he was working on, but he had even less with Matthias.

It wasn’t until Gil’s nephew, Lynen showed up that they figured out why Matthias felt different. Bad enough that Laramie had to deal with a Delta mate, not that he’d trade his bond to Gil, or Jeriah, for anything on earth, but now he had a Morgan in his midst. A shifter kind thought to be extinct. Morgan shifters had no powers of their own, but the innate ability to enhance the power within other wolves. And, much to Laramie’s alarm, to force shifts.

And Lynen didn’t come alone. Much to Laramie’s annoyance, he brought a human and a half-breed boy with him and Laramie’s patience was running out.

A Morgan was not a wolf he wanted in his pack, but Gil was adamant that Matthias remain, especially after finding out Matthias was Lynen’s mate. Laramie wasn’t sure what to do, though, when it appeared Lynen, and Matthias, were oblivious to the mating pull. And what was he supposed to do with the human and the little half-breed?

Laramie and Jeriah were both at a loss when Lynen told Gil what was happening in his home pack, causing Gil to emotionally retreat. Laramie knew guilt ate at his mate. Gil was the prince of wolf shifters, and Laramie was certain he felt it his obligation to stop the kidnapping and enslavement of the humans.

And to make things even worse, Laramie’s brother, now Alpha of the Wyoming pack, had a vendetta against him for killing their father and had put a price on Laramie’s head.

Where was the peace he had so desperately wanted?

WIP - The Lottery

Jenner Calabria had won the lottery. But win was not a word Jen would associate with what was to become of him. An alliance with the Adredules was all well and fine, but he wanted nothing to do with it. He’d had no choice. Because he was twenty-two, he’d had to draw for the lottery.

Earth Global, to placate the rulers of Adredule, were to provide a consort for the royal house. A human. Jenner.

Jen was somewhat familiar with the ‘Dules, since his former boss was one. But Adredules were ugly! They were bi-pedal, like humans, but that was where any similarity ended. Abnormally tall, hairless, with only three fingers and toes, skin like leather, and eyes that reminded him of the old, extinct crocodiles, Jen feared the worse. And to top it off, Jen preferred males.

He only hoped, when he reached Adredule, that he could remember all the rituals, rules and laws…and go through with the mating.

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Te’Dalrian was incised that his father, the emperor of Adredule would make an alliance with the Terran humans. Te’Dalrian was perfectly capable of finding his own consort, thank you very much! But the deal had been struck, and he was trapped into a mating with a being he knew nothing about.

His only salvation was his father knowing he preferred males. He’d been assured that the consort picked would be a man. He still wasn’t happy. Humans were strange beings, not that Te’Dalrian had ever actually seen one. But he’d heard about them. And what he’d heard made him shudder with revulsion.

But when his new consort arrived, Te’Dalrian was surprised, and pleased with the man they had selected, Jenner Calabria. He was gorgeous…for a human. Now, if he could only get Jenner to cooperate.

WIP - The Legend of Broken Fang

Everyone in Austin’s small world had heard the legend of Broken Fang. Austin believed the myths, but his twin, Artis didn’t. Most shifters thought it nothing more than a fable, a superstition to keep young shifters in their place.

But when Austin became an adult, his Omega status cemented, the legend of Broken Fang faded into childhood memories. Being an Omega was hard enough as it was, the emotions of the pack driving everything else from Austin’s mind. Austin’s link to his twin severed when Artis challenged their cruel uncle and became Alpha.

Life changed with Artis leading the pack, his brother unsure of himself even after winning the challenge, the pack seeing him as weak and ineffectual. Some of the stronger wolves manipulated Artis, using him and causing havoc and violence in the pack. All that ended the day a very strong Alpha entered their territory.

MaCraye was big and powerful, but didn’t seem interested in helping their small pack, even when Austin encouraged Artis to talk to MaCraye. Austin could feel the potency rolling off the stranger. An immense power pulling on him as no other alpha did. He didn’t understand it, and it wasn’t likely he ever would with MaCraye turning his back on them.  

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MaCraye wanted to run and run far when he felt the Omega that was destined to be his mate—again. Five centuries and he’d avoided the pull, a fate he didn’t want, not after losing Terric. He’d managed to avoid his reputation as well, hiding until most shifters who knew who Broken Fang was died out, or forgot him. His infamy fading into obscurity.

But the bond of a mate would bring it all back. The power running through him would increase, and his destiny would grip him, forcing him to lead the shifters of the world into a better, brighter future. A responsibility he didn’t want. Look what happened last time?

But he couldn’t abandon this Omega, especially with a brother that wasn’t strong enough to lead. Did they not know that this—Artis?—was not an alpha? Had shifters gotten so complacent that they allowed any common shifter to lead their packs? Did they even realize there were no true alphas in their pack? The prophecy had foretold of a day when alphas would cease to exist, but MaCraye hadn’t believed it, until now.

Without a choice, he was going to have to be there for the Omega, for his mate. He only hoped when the shifter found out exactly what that meant, he wouldn’t abandon MaCraye and was strong enough to not go mad and take his own life, as Terric had.

WIP - The Hacker and the FBI Agent - New

Tito Dilante swore he was being followed. By who, he didn’t know, but it made him nervous. It made his employer even more nervous, For Tito is a hacker, one of the best in the country. He didn’t believe he was doing anything wrong, even if what he did was considered illegal. It was when he was assigned a task that was much further than he’d ever gone that his opinion on the matter changed. But there was no saying “no” to his employer.

What he found was worse than anything he’d ever come across and he wasn’t sure what to do with the information. No way could he turn this over to his employer. Paranoia set in, causing him to hide and eventually—run. But the shadow he felt was still with him. Nowhere did he feel safe. And whoever was following him was getting closer. Tito couldn’t erase the information he found from his mind, even if he were to rid himself of the physical evidence. Now what was he going to do?

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Special Agent Trace Hampton was torn between enjoying this surveillance job and annoyed that he was finding himself attracted to the object of his tailing. Tito Dilante, hacker extraordinaire, and a man as cute as Trace had ever seen. Damn.

Trace wasn’t out at work, and his attraction for Tito was not only a complication, but inappropriate. But he couldn’t help his heart speeding up, or his temperature rising whenever he caught sight of the beautiful man. And things got that much more complicated when Tito fled. It took Trace nearly 72 hours to find him again and when he did, he was stunned at the difference in the man. Tito was scared shitless, and Trace wanted to know why…and comfort the man. Holy hell!

Trace finally moved in and caught his quarry, but when he found out what was scaring Tito so bad, things began to spiral into insanity and for the first time, Trace questioned the organization he worked for. Could the FBI really be behind the treason that Tito’s information eluded to? And what was he going to do with that information—and Tito?

WIP - Untitled Shifter story - New

Corrigan wasn’t sure how he ended up in the predicament he was in. Last thing he remembered was the hotel room and the gorgeous man that was his client. He’d pressed his body against the man, winding his arms around the man’s shoulders in preparation for giving him what he was paying for and then felt a burning prick against the skin of his neck. Everything was blank after that, until he woke up in a luxurious room—and a locked door.

Weeks went by before Corrigan finally saw his captor again, and sadly, he knew there was no one who cared whether Corrigan fell off the face of the earth. He’d been thrown out of his pack, ostracized for being gay. But so far, he’d been unable to shift while confined to the room he was very familiar with now. He could kick himself for being drawn to the shifter that had picked him up. He’d just been so…relieved…to have another of his kind be interested in him, regardless that he had been there to pay for sex with Corrigan.

As time passed, Corrigan wondered if the other shifter was ever going to let him go. He treated him well, fed him, gave him expensive clothing, gifts—spoiled him. But never once gave him freedom. Corrigan’s new world became the room he occupied and the shifter who held him captive. And there was something else…the man’s eyes. They were unusual light amber, even for a wolf, but it was what Corrigan saw in them that had him confused.

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Jadrian wasn’t sure what possessed him to grab the rent boy. He’d been surprised to realize he was a shifter, which only made what Jadrian had done that much more complicated. But what really dumbfounded Jadrian was he was falling for the younger wolf. He watched the shifter through the two-way hidden mirror day after day.

He’d been alone for so many years. Something that drove a pack species mad and Jadrian had no problem thinking he might be insane. After all, he kidnapped a shifter rent boy and was holding him captive—and had no intention of ever letting him go. He made sure to give the boy everything he needed, and a lot of what Jadrian thought he might want. He was shocked the shifter hadn’t asked to be set free.

As he got to know Corrigan, his wolf became interested in the other. Something that hadn’t happened to Jadrian ever. His wolf was aloof, having acclimated to being a loner. Jadrian had never liked being isolated. Maybe that’s what prompted him to wander that night and snatch Corrigan for his own personal mate. Mate?

It was forbidden within all packs for an Alpha wolf to have a male mate, but Jadrian had never been attracted to females, and his wolf refused to be sexually dominant with them. Hence, he was without a pack…or a mate. Until now.

WIP - Untitled Bittersweet story - 1111 word count

Dexy watched the blood well up on his wrists, the color a vibrant red. If not for the consequences, he was sure Mosby would think it quite artistic as it trailed down his forearms, a stark contrast to his pale skin. He could see pools beginning on the mattress on either side of him, but there was no one left to care. He looked up and around at the extravagant and luxurious bedroom he’d shared with Mosby. He saw his lover’s touch everywhere, from the muted inset lighting in the ceiling, to the understated color composition of the décor, to the expensive art on the walls. He gave a weak smile. Mosby had such great taste, despite falling in love with a loser like him.

He leaned his head back against the ornate oak headboard and closed his eyes. To this day he did not understand what Mosby saw in him. He was damaged, broken and yet Mosby picked him up, dusted him off and announced he was the love of Mosby’s life. What Mosby’s love did for Dexy was beyond sublime and a miracle as far as Dexy was concerned. But now Mosby was gone, taken away like every other good thing that ever tantalized Dexy with the potential for happiness.

Mosby had been the one bright promise in Dexy’s miserable existence. A promise that lasted much too short a time and then was ripped away as if Dexy didn’t deserve the kind of love Mosby gifted him with. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he wasn’t worth such a pure human being as Mosby. But no one could say they loved Mosby more than Dexy did. And he made sure his lover knew it with every breath he took, with each reverent touch and gentle kiss, any and all words that left his mouth. Dexy loved Mosby with his whole heart and soul—and his body. There was nothing Dexy wouldn’t give Mosby, and now, as the pools of blood grew, he would give Mosby his life.

WIP - Untitled Vedmak story - New

Kievan Dusan is half Vucari and half Vedmak with the gifts of both living in the modern world. A world he understood little of.

Thrust into the 21^st Century by an ancient curse, those that found him called him Witcher. Kievan remained silent about his other half, not knowing how these strangers would react to having a Vucari amongst them, and possibly persecute him as they did in his time.

They were kind but wary, and once they aided him, sent him on his way. He found himself in a city, the wonders keeping him in awe. But the cruelty in which the humans treated each other was tragic and more than Kievan could bear. Kievan didn’t stay. He couldn’t as he absorbed the pain of those around him. Besides, he couldn’t become his Vucari self in all this concrete and glass.

He soon found himself among a pack of Shifters, blood brethren to his Vucari. Again, he remained silent, not wanting to reveal either of his halves. They welcomed him, as if they sensed his kinship, though they did not push for any explanation.

It was after several years with the pack calling themselves Olen that Kievan started to relax his vigilance. It was a mistake. Practicing his magic away from prying eyes was vital. But he’d not been diligent and was now worried that young Stepan would reveal his secret. When he confronted the shifter, he realized, Stepan would never betray him—for Stepan was in love with him.

Kievan’s heart sank, for a Vedmak was forbidden to take a mate. But Kievan’s Vucari was insistent that Stepan was his. The war within himself was tearing him apart and wreaking havoc with his power, and his feelings for Stepan only made things worse. Kievan’s only solution was to leave. Which meant leaving Stepan behind.

He only hoped that Stepan would understand in time and forgive him, and that Kievan’s own heart would heal. What he didn’t count on was what Stepan would do.