Sorry I’ve been lax in the image dept lately, folks. Home renovations and the dreaded Real Life have made things difficult for me in the visual artwork arena. I’m hoping that that hiatus is almost at an end.
Meantime, two pics. One for the smex and the other to introduce a new character.
New character is Fallil from the upcoming Dark Elves 5:
This is not a story in the Leashed main story line. It’s a “sister” Leashed story, which means that it’s not about Meg, Michael and Rudy but it’s in their world. This story is about Noelle, Meg’s sister and the two men that she’s fallen in love with.
BLURB:
The army called the Grand Dame of the Northeast US for help with a spirit witch whose powers had grown out of control. She sent in the best spirit witch she knew, her daughter Noelle. For the past three months, Noelle has worked with Daniel and they made great progress. But then Noelle went and fell in love with him. Which would be bad enough, but she also fell in love with his leashed shifter, Jake.
Daniel is a pretty man, there’s just no getting around it. Jake is a bear of a man, and Daniel’s leashed shapeshifter, bound to protect him at the cost of their lives. To Noelle, they are the most handsome, most wonderful men on the face of the earth and she wants both of them.
Now Noelle has set herself a Christmas task. Build a relationship with Daniel and Jake, but first she’ll have to convince Daniel there’s something between them and get him over the notion there’s nothing more between him and Jake than friendship first.
If her sister Meg can have two men, why can’t she?
It’s called “A Sister Leashed story” because the story takes place in the Leashed universe but it’s not Meg, Michael and Rudy. It’s about Noelle, Meg’s sister, and the two men she’s interested in. Daniel, a witch, and Jake, his leashed shifter.
“Do you think that Roland was the only one of his kind?” The mild anger faded from Michael’s voice, and he dropped back further on the mattress, leaning on his elbows. The vivid green of the top sheet, the only covering on the bed, framed him beautifully. The position made his broad chest look even bigger. It also presented his nice fat cock to advantage. I knew it’d be warm, fragrant, and delicious if I let myself go to him to touch it.
I avoided looking at him.
“Think again, sweetheart. There are plenty of witches out there who’ll want you once they find out about you.” continue reading
Radin hovered back, allowing other men to vie for Irin’s attention. He watched, amused, as they would gain her attention and slowly step into the shield, only to be shoved back when another snagged her fancy. It was a well-known game, and most of those who took the first try knew they weren’t likely to win. But, by showing an interest, they made themselves known to Hyle, who would likely remember and put them on the list of Irin’s lovers. Also, they helped to fan the flames of Irin’s lust, which spread out to affect the audience.
The initial onslaught subsided in good-natured rivalry as the men jostled for attention. Only one fight broke out, and it was minor. continue reading
This one is a story in the Howl anthology from Loose Id. It was the Halloween anthology for 2005.
It’s the first story in the Leashed universe, an alternative modern day where witches and shapeshifters are real but they aren’t known to the public at large.
This series wasn’t so much inspired by my images, but there are some images I did of the boys to help me visualize them. Seen here.
We were all silent with our thoughts. Michael sat up, gaze pointed toward my bookshelf but I doubted my paperback collection was his focus. Rudy sank back in my chair, brimming with expectation. I stayed very still and watched Michael. He was quite obviously the leader of the two and he knew way more about the situation than I could have hoped. I felt pretty confident that, with him on my side, I could stave off Roland.
Of course, with him at my side, I’d love to do a bunch of other things. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the sheers on the window behind the couch, touching off mahogany highlights in his hair. It my have been fancy, but I’m pretty sure that I could see the ghost of the rosettes that would decorate his hide when he changed to a jaguar. continue reading
Author’s Note: Gwen works swingshift in a diner and has cause to be glad of that one night
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Gwen stifled a yawn as she poured another cup of coffee for the trucker. He didn’t notice, absorbed in his hunting magazine.
She shuffled back to the counter and put the stained pot away then returned to her own magazine. Jack, the owner/cook, didn’t mind that she read during the long nights. Just so long as she didn’t ignore the customers.
Make that “customer”. Single. One. She rarely ever had more than one table to wait on at a time in the graveyard shift.
The bells above the front door jangled and she glanced up. Boredom melted away at the sight. continue reading