Saturday, January 31, 2015

@MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors

It's My Sexy Saturday! Participating authors post 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences, or 7 words. The theme this week is You're So Sexy. This time it's 7 paragraphs from book one in my ongoing series ~ The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo.

Setting the Stage: 

After a failed attempt to end his life, ancient shaman Ash finds himself in the modern world of white men. The woman Livie took him home to care for his wounds. The moment Livie leaves him, Ash makes plans to return to his cave to die. Then he hears her singing in the shower...

My Seven:
Ash couldn’t help but notice her half-bare breasts, noticed too the warm sent of her skin and the intoxicating memory it stirred. Livie smelled like a woman under the light scent of meadow flowers, and her kiss was sweet and soft. Watching her go, he was surprised by the sudden compulsion to follow. With his awkward three-legged gait, by the time he made it to the stairs, most of her clothing was off. He was surprised by a fleeting rush of desire. To his further surprise, it came with an urge to change into a man. 

He stood there gazing up the stairway. His heart ached to feel another’s embrace just once before he ended this life. An unbidden yearning for Livie came, a thought so foreign to his mind it was nearly unrecognizable. Ash shifted uncomfortably, as his body remembered nonetheless. Turning away, he headed to the door. She was busy, he could leave now. His keen ears heard the small sounds she made — running water, her soft footsteps, singing. The singing did it. 

Without further thought, he took a deep breath. In a flash his form shifted. Reducing in size until his limbs disappeared into his body, Ash assumed the form of a snake. He slithered out of his cast and bandages. With nostalgia plucking at his heart strings, he glided up the stairs, following the lovely sound of a female voice accompanied by running water. It was a sound he fondly remembered from his life. He found Livie standing under a spray, a white curtain showing only her silhouette. He coiled there a moment, remembering how the women of his village sang beside the babbling stream as they bathed. Her voice made him happy. Three thousand years had passed with that emotion as much a stranger to him as the desire prompted by seeing Livie unclothed had been.

Needing more emotional succor, his strong stomach muscles clenched and propelled his serpent’s body upward until he was above the rod. Looking down, he found Livie foamy and slippery-looking. Her eyes were closed against the inexplicably hot and steaming water that sprayed her face. Ash tested the moist air with his forked tongue. While his sense of smell in this form was not as keen as in his wolf form, he could tell the lather was the source of the meadow flower scent on her skin. He felt a man’s desire again and was just about to slither onto the showerhead when the water unexpectedly stopped. An instant later, the curtain pulled back and knocked him to the floor behind the toilet. 

Recoiling under the sink in an attempt to remain unseen, Ash watched her step from the bath tub. Sparkling beads of water trickled down her bare skin, rolling down her shapely legs to her small feet tipped in toenails colored like the inside of a river shell. Livie possessed rounded curves and beautiful breasts to fill a man’s hands. She had wide hips for bearing strong sons and daughters. A painful memory brought him back to reality. Frowning sadly, he took his dark thoughts and quietly slid along the wall and out the door.

Ash worked his way down the stairs to where the cast and bandages lay. Again and again he tried to arrange his body to allow himself back into the bindings. But each time he took a larger form, the cast would turn uncomfortably. Hearing Livie’s movements upstairs, Ash knew he had little time. His attempts to replace the bandages and cast were futile. He did the only thing he could think of: taking the form of a black bear, he crushed the cast into bits with his strong jaws. Resuming the  form of the wolf, he picked up the bandage in his mouth and waited for her at the bottom of the stairs.

And that was how Olivia found him. 


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  1. This is intriguing! I have to say if I saw a snake peeking at me I'd freak!