Friday, November 16, 2012

Mating Call: Thanksgiving

Steph stared at the bowl. Was it sage she needed? 

Protective, cleansing, the herb was a lovely purifier, helped with financial questions. Hell, it could even work for the evil eye, but was that what she needed here?

This mixture was important, too important to mess up because she wasn't balanced. 

She sniffed again.

Garlic? It was another protector -- more fire than earth, a Mars-based herb...

She chewed on her bottom lip, worrying. 

Garlic? Sage? Salt? 

She stirred again. Salt could be so overpowering, though.

Warm hands landed on her hips, Jordan solid as a rock behind her. "Smells good." 

It was her Shaw, though, that bounced in, all puppyish enthusiasm, and scooped up a fingerful, popped it in his mouth. "Mmm. Perfect."

"You think so? It's okay?"

"Lovely witch." Jordan nuzzled her jaw. "It's not a big deal."

"It's my first Thanksgiving with the pack," she argued.

"It's going to be cornbread dressing. Put it in the oven!" Jordan leaned over, licked her lips, then bounced out again.

Goddess, those boys...

Jordan patted her ass. "Oven. Then come snuggle. We need you."

She grabbed her baking dish and a spoon. Oven. Right. 

Time to cook.


Mating Call is releasing next week from Ellora's Cave. :D


Friday, November 2, 2012

Short from Fighting Addiction: Markus :D

“What time is it?” Marcus scratched his belly, trying to peer at the clock. His eyes were all ooky from the damned cold he’d caught in Los Angeles. His whole face felt like it was going to explode.

Kyle chuckled on the other end of the line. “Time to turn on your TV, boss. Sebastian is on that interview show. You said you wanted to watch.”

“Hell, yes. Thanks, man.”

“No problem. See you at four for rehearsal.”

“You bet.” Markus hung up with Kyle and padded to the mini bar fridge to get a glass of orange juice. He had to have the only mini bar in Reno that was stocked only with bottled water, club soda and juice. No booze.

He clicked the TV to on, coming in just in time to see Sebastian walk out on the soundstage of a talk show. Poor baby looked wickedly uncomfortable, hat pulled down, dark-tinted glasses hiding most of his eyes. They were gray, not black, so those green eyes were just visible.

His eyes cleared up pretty damned fast. God, it was good to just sit and look at Seb and not worry about who saw him watching. It was also fascinating to be able to give the man feedback on his bad habits.

Like the bouncing leg. Up and down, up and down.

Markus thought maybe Sebastian needed to work off some of that nervous energy.

He couldn’t wait for them to get back to the tour this weekend so he could help out with that. Surely he could kick this cold by then…