LOVE LIKE SNOW IS A FOUR LETTERED WORD

snow

Gill glanced out the window.  White everywhere and more fell from the sky.  The outside thermometer show minus five degrees.  Inside behind him, a fire roared.  Phil and his crew toasted marshmallows prepping them for the smores Chloe and Miss Ellie asked for.  The children sat near Vernon who entertained them with shadow puppets and tale tails from his youth.   No matter the temperature outside inside the mayoral mansion, warmth, love, and acceptance abounded.

Chloe hadn’t blinked an eye when the weather turned worse as the adults played cards and the children watched television.  Somewhere into the first twenty hours of the storm, his wife turned into a hostess that gave and took without problem.  Gill smiled watching Miss Ellie set out the bowls filled chocolate and graham crackers.  A stack of dinner sized paper plates sat close by as well as a stack of napkins.  A pot of green tea and mugs occupied the table too.  Smaller mugs sat next to a pitcher filled with warm milk.  Bedtime snacks were about to commence.

Seregi’s loud singing filtered down the stairs as he showered.  He’d romped with the children making snow angels and tossing snow balls at each other for almost two hours.  The petite mixed breed shapeshifter traveling with Phil and family caught Seregi’s eye.  Her wolf and timber fox mix caused most to shun her according to her.  In the Peak, folks accepted people for who they were.  What their hearts and values said about them.  If they walked the talk about what they said, short of those who sought to hurt and took delight in it—not BDSMers–well they could find another place to call home.

“See the bright star in the sky?” Vernon asked, pulling back the curtain, motioning the children to him.

“Yes, Mr. Vernon,” one of Phil’s youngest said.

“Know always where that star is.  It will lead you home.”  Vernon dropped the curtain and faced the children.  “Many of us chose this spot to claim as home.  The one place where we love and help each other because we all matter.”

Miss Ellie walked over to Vernon, holding out a plate with two smores on it.  She leaned toward him, lips puckered.  Vernon ducked his head and came up with his lips puckered too.  Their lips met.

“Dad, Miss Ellie and Mr. Vernon are at it again.” Gill looked over at his son sticking out his tongue and making a face.

“You don’t think your mother and I do that?”  Gill asked, walking over to Chloe.  He slipped his arm around her waist, hugging her close.  “Shall we show them?”

Chloe laughed.  She pointed toward the fire.  Phil took turns kissing each of his wives.  They faced the kids.  Arms spread and lips puckered, they moved toward the children making exaggerated kissing noises.  Phil followed them calling out. “Hug Monster on the loose.  Kissing one too.”

Giggles erupted.  Laughter flowed.  Tickling matches started.  Soft ‘love you’ sounded followed by ‘love you mom’ or ‘love you dad.’  Minutes passed as the joy of love enveloped everyone.

“I’m in the mood for love…” echoed down the stairs followed by Seregi’s growls.  The children giggled more as they ran to hide under the table.

“I see there is chocolate, marshmallows, and crackers.  All this will give me a large bellyache.  Who will help me eat this?”  Seregi poured himself a mug of tea.  He sipped and waited.

Trina, the mixed breed shapeshifter, rose from her place close to the fire.  She moved toward the table, pointing at it.  “I’ll help.  I think these mice under it will help too.”

The children popped out one by one calling out.  “I want to help.”

Soon smores and mugs along with glasses littered the table as all ate and shared their favorite joke.

The grandfather clock in the hall chimed ten times drowning out the laughter filling the room.  Gill held out his hand to Chloe who in turn held hers out to Miss Ellie and she to Vernon until all present formed a circle holding the hand of someone next to them.

Gill cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s focus.  “Earlier we learned snow is one of those four lettered words.”

Chuckles sounded.

Gill continued as the gaiety died down.  “I think we learned another four letter word tonight.  Love.  The love of friends, family, community, and for ourselves too.”

He raised his and Chloe’s joined hands.  “All together now.  Here’s to love and us.”

Other joined hands raised repeating the words.

The warmth and love filled the room and mayoral mansion heating it in a way that those present understood and cherish.  Cherished very much.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

You can follow the adventures of Talbot’s Peak at  Shapeshifter Seductions.

Cold got you down?  Put on a warm blanket, cuddle up with your spice and share a good book or two together.  We at the Spice Homestead are.  Spring is a few weeks more off.

I hope you enjoyed today’s flash fiction piece.  I thoroughly enjoyed writing it.

Until next week, keep warm–share a book or two along with a warm blanket with your spice and loves.  It creates a lot of lovely warm feelings and nurtures a linger heat deep in the heart.

Smiles,

Solara

Excerpt from Work In Process

Guess Red Ridinghood’s Descendant doesn’t like the Hunter very well. (EXCERPT FROM UNCONTRACTED WIP):

“Thanks. Guess we’re stuck together.” Stacee pulled her hand away from his. Jace didn’t move until her palm no longer touched his.
He straightened and reached for the keys. “Afraid so. Our safety is a mutual need. There’s common elements I prefer to discuss at my condo.”
Jace started the Jeep. He glanced at Stacee as he shifted into reverse. Crap! She sat back against the seat. Her shoulders slumped forward. Was she frowning? Her resigned look pressed hard at his live and let live core value. He glanced at Stacee again. This time she he caught her scowling at him, muttering too. He held up his hand as he pulled into traffic. “If you’ve got something to say, speak up. Muttering isn’t going to change things.”
Keeping Martin, the pack, and those he’d seen in the vision safe happened even if one of them kept shooting him scowls and angered looks. Let her get what frustration and reactive anger she needed to out. Fear set off responses that often made no sense.

Read the First in A New Series

Dead Eye -- Alyssa Day

DEAD EYE

For Jack Shepherd, tiger shape-shifter and former soldier, life is heading for a dead end. Dead End, Florida, to be exact. When he learns that he inherited a combination pawn shop/private investigation agency from his favorite uncle, Jack’s first job is to solve his uncle’s murder. Because sometimes it takes a tiger’s eye to see the truth.

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Over the holidays as I recuperated from surgery, I got the chance to read the first in a new series by Alyssa Day.  I’ve read other books by her over the years.  I enjoy her voice and story telling abilities.   Dead Eye is awesome.  Yes, I said awesome!  There I said it again.

Alyssa takes romance tropes, story telling tropes, cliches, and everyday humor of life’s foibles and adds a spark of snark and mystery to them.  The story told in first person from Tess Callahan’s view is full of twist and turns.  I read to get lost and involved in the story.  This one I did time and time again.  A story that takes my mind off things is worth hooting and hollering about.  And more than once.

I recommended the book to my bestie who doesn’t like sparkly were creature stories.  He even enjoyed the book.  While he might not read others in the series, he laughed and hooted with me over the pages that we read to each other or discussed as the writers/authors we are.

Book two won’t be out until around April from what Alyssa says.  Keep your eye out for an enjoyable series and laugh out loud read.  I strongly recommend this series.

Private Eye -- Alyssa Day

PRIVATE EYE

When Tess Callahan, new owner of Dead End Pawn, meets her grandmother the banshee, life is about to get complicated. When Tess’s partner Jack Shepherd, tiger shapeshifter and P.I., gets involved to help them investigate a banshee-kidnapping spree, life is about to get deadly. Because nothing is ever simple in Dead End, Florida, and sometimes it takes a tiger’s eye to see the truth.

 

Getting Back Into the Swing

endings,beginnings

 

I’m back. Happy to be in the swing again. I took a much needed break for health matters. On the road to successful recovery and a healthy life again.  Resolutions happen for many at the start of the new year. I prefer life resolutions or changes my choices affect me rather than others. One of my biggest every year is to to chose to act rather than react. Easier said than done. For this year, I’ve looking at more writing and learning from feedback, rejections, suggestions, and critiques. Opinions matter
and that is what feedback contains. Weeding through and finding what works can take time and energy. It is a learning process. One we can all benefit from if we’re willing to take time to process the task.
All this comes with submissions made before Christmas. Looking at the rejections and the letter sent along with synopsis a few weeks out says there are changes I can make a different approach to saying the same things using different words. My first step in using feedback
in the new year.

Stay turned as I post more this year. Back to working on new stories for your reading enjoyment and pleasure.

Smiles,
Solara

 

Photos from WRW 2nd Readers and Bloggers Luncheon 10/10/15

Top photo I’m sitting at 3rd table back.  We had quite a few people show up.  Was great seeing people who I met last year and enjoyed reading my books.  The next photo is of the baskets authors and blog groups donated to the raffle.  The Shapeshifter Sedcutions (My blog group) is behind the pink box one.  MK Meredith’s selfie caught me in the background talking with some of the early arriving readers.  Thank you MK Meredith  and WRW for posting these to Twitter.

MK Merdith shot at bloggers luncheon me in back ground

Plunging into Fall Talbot’s Peak Style

pumpkins

“Vernon, you wanna run that by me one more time?” Gill looked up from the pad where he’d jotted several lines of notes.

 

“Sure,” Vernon, ex-deputy mayor, replied. “Instead of chunking pumpkins and making a massive mess all over town, we have a pumpkin carving contest, a bake sale, a pie eating contest, and a town wide sidewalk sale. Merchants put out pre-fall and winter items at discounted rates.” 

 

“Ya know doing the fall festival thing before the snow flies makes sense,” Louie chimed in. “Besides there’s plenty of charcoal left over that could be used for a bond fire that allowed different sections of town to have a story telling night along with block party barbecue too.”

 

Gill looked from Vernon to Louie and back. Both sat at conference table grinning and nodding. Talk about seeing double. It was like twin Cheshire cats inhabited his two best friends. Gill tossed his pen on his desk. He closed his eyes and inhaled. Halloween, the one night where all chaos broke out all over town. Of course, the last couple of years with more children out trick-n-treating, the revelry makers held off until curfew for the younger citizens came and passed. 

“Do you think an organized celebration will keep things to a low roar?” Gill almost laughed at his own pun. Noise levels around the Peak ranged from decibel ear blasting to so quiet that even he wanted to check on everyone. Once the snows came, the partiers turned into hard workers. What could one last hurrah hurt?

 

“Dante and his gang are ready to spread the word about low level merriment. Since the incident with the boys from the state, quite a few more humans moved closer to town. Don’t blame ‘em.” Vernon leaned forward and picked up his pad. Louie read over Vernon’s shoulder nodding a couple more times.

 

Louie pointed at the pad. “Moon-Moon is willing to set up the carnival rides free of charge. His carne pack wants to winter here. They know there’s money to be made even if it’s our currency. They can set up housekeeping at the abandoned school out on highway six.”

 

“Is the building habitable?” Gill picked up his pen. “Last I heard the place reeked from the mammoth attack.”

 

“Let them clean it up. They got the man and woman power. In turn, we get rent off the place.” Vernon slid his pad across the table. “Number four also makes sense too.”

 

Gill pulled the pad to him. He trailed his finger down the pad, grinning from time to time, until he reached Vernon’s number four. Gill snorted and looked up. “Community hot tubs and bath houses?”

 

“Yes!” Louie and Vernon exclaimed together. “Remember last winter when we all ended up at your place.”

 

“Lord do I! Chloe asked me if that was going to happen again.” Gill slid the pad back to Vernon.

 

“Rather than running out of hot water, we create our own from the snow. People get to bathe and commune with their neighbors. Also, wash their clothes too. Add a few washers and dryers,” Louie said.

 

‘How do we pay for all this?” Gill wrote a list of possible figures on his pad.

“Revenue from the state for the repairs their boys visit caused.” Vernon leaned back in his chair.      

      

“From the state?” Gill laid his pen down again.

 

Louie whistled as he read the figure Vernon wrote on the pad before he slid it back across the table to Gill. Looked like some top notch improvements were coming to the Peak.

 

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Happy Weekend Gang!

 

My muse has me hard at work on another story that I’m working on the last third of.  Once that is done I can pick up with Lilly and the boys.  I got an inkling where the next chapter is going with them.  Looks like this week’s flash may be the intro for that. Perhaps one of my blog mates will take a turn at the Halloween preparations.


I hope you’re staying warm and dry. Wet cold weather arrived at the Spice Homestead.  We turned the heat on inside.  I got out a jacket too.  Even tossed a light weight fleece jacket in the car to keep handy for those chilly mornings and afternoons.   

Time turns back soon, November 1.  Keeping some books handy to read and share with your spice and loves will help as night lengthens.  Discussing a passage or two, nude and joined can be very interesting.  No, I’m not letting out secrets.  Try it you might find your reading perspective changes.

Until next week,


Solara

Two Dragons for Lilly Chapter 1 Part 3

A cute cartoon monster wearing glasses working in his chemistry lab. White background.
“Red hot coals for fiery dragons.” Ned chuckled.

“You ain’t gonna get me red,” Adam replied. “Think you got lyrics ready since your mind is working.”

Ned hissed at him. Then picked up the pen close to him. He pulled the pad he’d scribbled notes on earlier to him. “Not as X-rated as earlier.”

Adam shook his head. “Songs preferably no hotter than R rated.”

Ned laughed again. “Humans and their restraints.”

“Social niceties,” Adam added. “We observe similar practices within our pack.”

“Prides. Packs. It all comes down to conservatism.” Ned pointed to two lines on his pad. “What about this? Your kisses are sweet. What a wine I sip.”

Adam groaned. “You’ve done better.”

“Inspiration, dude. I need inspiration.” Ned tossed his pen on the pad. “Maybe we need to go Lilly watching.”

“Leave the confectioner out of this,” Woody called out.

“Wood, give him a pass. I’ll chaperone. ‘Sides we need groceries and more coffee.” Adam pulled Ned’s pad to him. “I’ll make up the list. You call out what the cabinets lack.”

“I’m gonna take a shower. Get presentable.” Ned rose, humming as he walked away.

Adam stood, shaking his head, taking the pad with him. Ned’s libido kicked into overdrive usually when his dragon essence went through its mating phase. With the dragon corralled, it usually dropped. Apparently, this Lilly affected his human side too.

Adam hastily wrote down as Woody called out from the kitchen. “We need: Steaks, milk four gallons, ice cream, chocolate, cheese, burgers, ribs, eggs, bacon, and twelve whole chickens.”

Adam leaned into the kitchen. “Whole chickens?”

“Yes. Soup stock and Aaron’s chicken salad.” Woody exited the kitchen passing Adam. He made his way to the table and sat down.

Aaron, their bass guitarist, made a chicken salad that had chefs from four-star restaurants begging for the recipe.

“Don’t we need celery, garlic, and that organic mayo?’ Adam started adding the items to the list. He tossed the pad on the table and sat down next to Woody.

“He’s making his own. Ask him what he needs and add it to the list.” Woody pulled out his wallet and tossed several pieces of paper currency on the table.

“What’s this?” Adam asked picking up one of the bills.

“Talbot’s Peak currency. Stores in town won’t take other currency. Gotta go way out on the interstate for that.” Woody slumped in his chair.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

We learn more about our dragon shifters. One cooks….can we oooh and ah? I’ve had it on good promise that chapter one is almost done. Chapter Two introduces Lilly to us. I hear she is medium build, fiery red hair, and hazel eyes. I’m beginning to see why Ned and Adam are attracted to her.

Fall is here. Coolness is coming. I had the heater on in the car twice this week as I drove to work. Soon the colors will come and Gaia will put on her fancy dress before she sleeps. Enjoy this time with your family and friends. We are here at the Spice Homestead. Keep a few good books handy to share with your Spice and loves. I know I am!

Until Next Week,

Solara

A New Serial: Two Dragons for Lilly Chapter 1 Part 2

dragon
“Ned, you keep that up and Mayor Gill is going to complain. His mate doesn’t like that we’re under their toddlers’ bedroom. Turn the heat down on your horny imagination, okay?” Adam reached for his mug of coffee. Strong double espresso laced with raspberry chocolate syrup. His sweet tooth ached every time he saw Lilly. Ned brought home free samples from her shop thanks to the friendship he struck up with another soccer fan down at the boys and girls club in town.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t plan on doing more than warming the wee ones overhead snug in their beds.” Smoke curled out of Ned’s nose. “Taming the flame that lass set’s off is going to take more than all of Antarctica to cool down.”
Adam shook his head, trying hard to not spray coffee on the computer screen he looked at. He gulped down the coffee he’d drank before Ned let loose one of his blasted puns. “Look here,” Adam began, setting his mug down. “Lust will melt your guitar picks if you aren’t careful. You know we got a recording contract to fulfill too.”
Ned flipped him the bird and stuck out his forked tongue. With an unintended lisp, he said, “Blowing raspberries ain’t easy with a forked tongue.”

Adam chortled. “Ah, but think of the double pleasure we give our partner’s clitoris when we take a few pleasing licks.”
Ned slammed his fist down on the table rattling the coffee pot and other mugs sitting on the table. Woody’s heavy footsteps sounded from down the hall. He called out as he approached, “Ned you breaking tables and dishes again?”
Adam saluted Ned with his mug, and kept sipping, keeping his eyes on the computer screen in front of him.
Woody stuck his head into the kitchen. “Well, Ned?”
“Ah come on bloke, you didn’t hear any china cracking or a spoon hitting the floor.” Ned picked up the pages in front of him. “Just trading inspirational ideas with Adam to get our song writing juices going again.”
“Fine. Remember, this lair is our home, not some hole in the ground or dank musty wet cave.” Woody started back down the hall, calling out again. “And, mate shopping can wait until the CD is done.”
“Frack!” Ned cursed, flames shooting out of his mouth.
Adam picked up the fire extinguisher near the table, pointed one end of the hose at him. “Antarctica is melting fast enough. Calm your dragon down.”
Ned narrowed his eyes and laid both hands on the table as he leaned forward. The glow in his eyes grew until only yellow remained visible. He blinked, exhaled, and stuck out his tongue. Three golden red medium sized charcoals landed on the table close to a heavy metal cover dish center of the table.
Adam reached over, picked up the tongs laying on the lay under the dish and handed them to Ned. “Thanks for reminding me. Take care of yours while I get mine under control.”
Adam closed his eyes. He never liked displaying his off antics. The group agreed that keeping tabs on each other worked better than having an outsider freaking out every time they separated their internal dragon from their essential core. Ned would need to see his eye color change and the coals end up on the table. Hazel colored eyes didn’t take well to the blast of heat and corralling of the energy that took place. His human heritage came out from time to time and his eye color was one of them.
Adam opened his eyes, looked up until his gaze met Ned’s. Ned nodded. Adam leaned forward, laid both hands on the table and muttered an ancient Gaelic curse. Heat rose from deep in his groin, pushing upwards until beads of sweat rolled off his brow. He repeated the curse again, tasting smoke, and the flash of heat rising up his throat. Opening his mouth, he stuck out his tongue, four similar sized coals landed on the table. Ned handed him the tongs. The lid on the dish clattered shut shortly thereafter. A red ring grew in size where the top of the bowl and the lid met. Two of the band knew the words that unlocked the bowl’s magic. Each knew half of the spell. That way neither could grab the power the coals held from any of the others.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

Ned and Adam are back and their story moves forward.  Dragons with dual essences, wow!  These guys are different for sure. This is going to be one interesting story it looks like.

Fall is definitely in the air.  Nights are cooler from time to time.  Some leaves are already changing color.  The heat strikes out with Summer not wanting to yield its time.  Who can blame it?  That cold blast lasting into March makes me want to start buying up longjohns now!

Remember to keep a few good books handy to share with loves and Spice.  I know I am!

Until Next Week,

Solara

A New Serial: Two Dragons for Lilly Chapter 1 Part 1

Composite image of chocolate heart“Come on, Adam. You can’t tell me you haven’t scoped out the lady down at the ice cream shop.” Ned sat down across from his band mate Adam Sandstron. “She’s as delicious looking as all the confections in her shop.”
Adam slumped down in his chair wanting to fold his arms tightly against him. Ned and his matchmaking ideas! All he had said was the woman got his gonads in an uproar now and then. Now Ned had them double dating. Flames and coals! The woman might run the opposite direction when she heard two dragons had their eye on her. Humans had a habit of taking a long distance view of fire breathers and their lavascious natures. From her fire red hair to the bottoms of her feet, Lilly oozed a sensual come-hither pheromone that had him harder than if he hadn’t jacked off the night before. Putting out the embers, this one ignited would take more than fantasizing about her. Ned needed to back off. Matchmaking worked if both parties wanted it. Three wanting it sweetened the desired out come even more.
“Ned Brimstone, you got your eye on her too!” Adam growled. Smoke curled out his mouth. His eyes must have glowed as Ned grinned as he heartily nodded.
“Oh, yes. Sweet, probably creamy when she comes, and delicious. Maybe as delicious as her confections. Wonder if she adds a touch of her sweetness to them.” Ned’s grew as Adam sat upright in his chair.
“That isn’t allowed and you know it. You and your food fetishes. Purity of product is required.” Before he could get out another word, Ned spoke.
“She doesn’t need be a virgin. I like my partners knowing what pleasures them so I can get about it. Doing it right from the start.” Ned licked his lips twice. His grin grew to a smile.
Adam gripped the edge of the table. He knew he couldn’t start the wrestling match both of them needed. Living in Talbot’s Peak, their accepted existence had limits. Keeping their fire breathing under extreme control and watching where and when they shifted. Flames above and below! And a woman that set him afire from his gonads and cock up to his mind. His libido and horny id didn’t like taking no for an answer. The days of pillage were gone, no more, and not to be had again. Not that he liked unwilling, overly submissive couplings. Sharing women with Ned took a certain finesse that both of them knew need care and tending. Putting their fiery natures under strict control happened when a mate bonded with them. Their last mate passed two centuries ago. Human mates didn’t last long. Love didn’t always let you make the decision. Lust did. Lust was going full throttle. How much more could he withstand before he bellowed and let loose a flame that would singe his heart and soul? Granddad said withstanding the heat of lust took a power that the heart could only let loose. Lilly hadn’t talked to either of them. Her scent kick started a part of him that he thought had long dried up and was dead.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

So our new resident Dragon Shapeshifters are on the sexy prowl scoping out the available females: human and shapeshifter alike.

Let’s see what happens as this story unfolds.   I hope to post 500-1000 word sections weekly until the story is done.  Who knows how long this will go on.

Until next week’s smoking hot juicy section, share those books with your spice and loves.  I know my smoking hots one are.

 

Solara