Paranormal Love Wednesdays Blog Hop!

It's hump day and time for the Paranormal Love Wednesdays Blog Hop!
I love writing paranormal love stories, or better put, I love crafting a story around ghosts, shape-shifters, witches, etc and making it sound believable. In fact, I just happen to have two new stories that fit the paranormal theme (see below). For today, I'm sharing a bit from my shape-shifting shaman's story ~ The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo. 

Setting the stage~

After finding his wife's burial mound destroyed, Ashkewheteasu (a.k.a. Ash) is bent on suicide. That's a hard thing for an immortal. At this point in the story, Ash has been healing in a veterinarian's home after she accidentally hit him with her car. In this scene, he plans to continue with ending his life. As he's about to leave, he hears Livie singing in the shower. He hasn't heard a sound like that in a very long time...

My snippet~

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 this 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.

He worked his way down the stairs to where the cast and bandages lay. Hearing Livie’s movements upstairs, Ash knew he had little time. 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.  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's how Olivia found him.
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And another unusual tale...

The Changeling
A spin on the Scottish ballad of Tam Lin

Blurb ~
Half-fae Lenox Pendry is surrounded by secrets and none are his to keep. Plucked from his mother’s arms as an infant and raised a changeling, Lenox grows to adulthood unaware of what and who he is and oblivious to the danger unfolding as his birthday draws near. After he’s unwittingly sent to the Scottish Lowlands out of harm’s way, he chances to meet a beautiful healer named Janet Roxburgh. The townspeople believe her to be a witch. It would appear Janet has a few secrets of her own.

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Six of the Best! #6BestHop

I'm trying something new this Sunday and I'm participating with both pen names! While Rose writes the intimate side of award-winning romance, Madeline writes the other flavors of fiction. It might be a sweeter love story, an otherworldly walk in the twilight zone, or something dark...

Today for Six of the Best, it's a bit from the steamy side of my imagination. Book 1 in the ongoing Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo series
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Blurb~
What does an immortal Native American shaman do when the grave he’s sworn to watch over for all eternity disappears

under urban development?

His purpose of guarding his wife’s burial mound is gone, Ashkewheteasu seeks to end his immortal existence. In his despair, Ash assumes the form of a wolf and steps in front of a moving car and into the life of Dr. Olivia “Livie” Rosalini. The veterinarian saves the animal’s life, and in the process saves the man within. Livie has no idea the wolfish dog she’s taken into her home and grows to love is a magical being seeking to win her heart as a man. While Ash is learning a new world filled with new love, friendship, and happiness, an old menace makes plans to steal it all away; just as he had 3000 years before.

Setting the Stage~
Ash,an ancient Native American Shaman, discovers beer. It's obviously a potent shaman's drink if it's capable of making one mindless. He needs to make it back to Livie's house before she does. (She has no idea he's actually the stray dog she hit with her car and is now caring for in her home.) In this scene, tipsy Ash is trying to change form but keeps doing it wrong. Here he comes close to being a tasty meal for an owl.

My Six~
Just as it was about to swoop low on silent wings, intent on nabbing the large field mouse, a naked man with a mouse tail and whiskers appeared. The owl, clearly startled, flew off into the night. 

Laughing, Ash raised his arms and yelled after it, “This is not your night, my brotherrrr!”

Tail and whiskers absorbed into his changing form and once again bare skin grew feathers. He shifted into a raven — a six-foot-tall raven. Laughing at himself, he made his body small and flew fast to Livie’s home, albeit not in a straight line.

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"I like the way Rose Anderson writes. She paints a picture without boring the reader. The story drew me in and kept me reading. The hot dog scene is funny! Actually, there were several scenes that had me giggling. She did an excellent job of taking NA lore and putting it into a contemporary story. And Ash (Ashkewheteasu) is the kind of hero who stays with you long after the story ends."
~ Author E. Ayers

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Paranormal Love Wednesdays!

It's Wednesday and I'm participating in Paranormal Love Wednesdays. Link to participants. Today, I'm offering a small sampling from The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo (book1) ~ an ongoing tale inspired by an actual urban legend and ancient Native American lore.


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 she leaves him alone, Ash makes plans to return to his cave to die. Then he hears her singing in the shower...


My Snippet: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.

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Paranormal Love Wednesdays

It's Wednesday and I'm participating in Paranormal Love Wednesdays. This is a new mini blog hop for me and it looks like fun. Link to participants. Today I'm offering the introduction from my legend-inspired paranormal romance ~ The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo  

The True Beginning

Ten years ago, a reporter for a small-town newspaper heard word of strange dawn and dusk sightings of a wolf-like creature roaming the Wisconsin countryside. Her investigation revealed the local police officials had initially taken these calls lightly, but this had changed when calls began coming from upstanding citizens.

Authorities had determined what these eyewitnesses had actually seen was a lone wolf broken off from a pack running in the wilds of northern Wisconsin. Young male wolves seeking to start a new pack are known to strike off on their own. Leaving the vast stretches of wooded landscape, they might travel one hundred miles in a day. It seemed likely. However, the witnesses were adamant that what they’d seen had been no ordinary wolf. This wolf walked like a man.

Intrigued, the reporter collected the stories. To her surprise, other witnesses came forward telling of sightings that they’d never reported. In fact, some eyewitness accounts had occurred more than seventy years prior, the details only whispered to relatives who were sworn to secrecy lest friends and neighbors think heavy drinking was involved. These stories she also collected, for she knew hushed secrecy was not a direction fame-seekers usually take.

More curious now, the reporter deepened her investigation and uncovered another bizarre detail: the sightings were mentioned in ancient oral traditions of the Native Americans in the region. In those tales, dog men or witchy wolves looked after burial mounds in much the same way jackal-headed Anubis guarded the tombs of ancient Egypt. And even more bizarre, early French explorers knew of them too. They called these wolf-men the loup-garou. 

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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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Sexy Snippets!

It's Sunday and time for Sexy Snippets! Participants post just seven sentences to capture the imagination. Today, I'm offering a small sampling from The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo (Book 1 Ashkewheteasu)

Setting the stage:  Livie has no idea the wolf-cross dog she's fostering has a secret.

My 7:
Later that night, Ash in wolf form curled along Olivia’s body as she settled into sleep. Her muscles twitched and relaxed, the stresses of the day slipping away until she breathed steady and lie still. Confident that she slept soundly, Ash took human form and held her close. He’d only give himself this joy for a moment. With his chest against her bare back, he felt his heartbeat harmonize with hers. An instant later, he assumed his previous form and snuggled closer, a contented wolfish smile on his face and his mind open for dreams.

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