Showing posts with label shape-shifter. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 21, 2015

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

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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.

Note: Madeline Archer is the pen name of award-winning author Rose Anderson. The story of The Changeling comes from the sweeter side of Rose’s imagination. Rated PG.

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Saturday, April 11, 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 Are You Sexy and I know a Selkie who is!
 

I give you seven paragraphs from Enchanted Skye ~A tale about a family of Scottish Selkie and an American on the run named Jenna who unwittingly unleashes an ancient charm and traps one of the Selkie brothers unawares.   


Setting the Stage: 
Jenna's emotionally frazzled day gets worse when she accidentally gets locked in Alex's room. Needless to say, their first meeting doesn't go well. When the scotch comes out her fragile facade crumbles. Alex offers a strong shoulder to cry on, and the  anger she's transferred on to him up to this point disappears. Alex has no idea this fierce desire of his is compounded by the charm.


My Seven: 
His animal senses sharp, he could smell her now, a heady note of desire in the sensorial symphony of sea spray, scotch, peat, and soap. Though a tremor of desire fumbled his hands over the zipper, he knew he’d rip the clothes from his body just to have her. He finally managed to drop his jeans and his tenting boxers were quickly discarded with the rest. When his full length sprang free of its confines, her knee momentarily paused. Standing before her with a blazing hard-on, his breath froze at the look in her eyes.

Jenna watched him strip his clothing. Sultry slurred words hurried him along. “You have a very …nice…” Her words trailed off. She licked her lips.

His mind extrapolated the rest he wanted to hear. “I’m glad ye think so, love.” He was driven. Never in his life did he want a woman as badly as he wanted her.

He held himself. Words husky with desire, he whispered in awe, “I ache for ye, Jenna. I ache like I never have.”
Kneeling at the end of the bed, he kissed the top of her foot. Her knee once more swung to and fro. Seeing invitation in that sensual display, he kissed up the length of her leg, murmuring heated declarations of desire between kisses. Though a part of him was keenly aware they didn’t know one another, another part of him was certain he’d known her soul forever. “I can hardly control this hunger for ye. Will ye allow me to love you, Jenna?”

“Hunger?” she asked breathlessly, as though his words weren’t fully registering. Again the knee stopped, this time falling wide.

“Aye, hunger. I’ve thought of nothing else since I first set my eyes upon ye.” Ascending now, he kissed the place above her knee, relishing the heat of her on his lips. Kissing her smooth inner thigh, he murmured against her flesh, “Will ye allow this starving man—” he kissed the velvet between, “—to bring ye pleasure?” He kissed again firmly this time. Tasting how ready she was on his lips, he licked them before asking, “Please say yes, Jenna. Please.” When she didn’t answer, he raised his head and blinked in stunned disbelief. Jenna MacLeod was out cold.

The moment popping like a soap bubble, Alex broke into a hearty laugh and rose. His arousal quickly faded but not his desire, and it left him with an odd ache in his chest. Drinking in the tousled beauty on his bed, he told her regretfully. “Ah, my love, I warned ye the scotch was too strong.” 

A thought took him then and he frowned. He hoped it wasn’t the scotch that made her want his lovemaking. He’d hate to see the sharp-tongued witch return.



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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Paranormal Love Wednesdays! #MFRWauthor

It's Wednesday and I'm participating in Paranormal Love Wednesdays. Link to participants. Today, I'm offering a small sampling from Today I'm offering a bit from Enchanted Skye ~ a story woven around a secret identity, an ancient and potentially deadly charm, and unforgettable sexy Selkie siblings based on a real family that claims Selkie ancestry.

Setting the Stage~

Selkies communicate telepathically. Forced indoors by the hurricane, Alex inadvertently tests Jenna. Is she influenced by his thoughts?
 

My Snippet~

Throwing sense to the wind, Alex drew a ragged breath and sent her his thought. I feel your eyes burning me, Jenna, go on love, set me aflame. He felt her mind respond. She was imagining them kissing and wondering what he’d say if she tried to kiss him. Madness seized him and before he could stop himself, his mind answered. I’d die a happy man with the taste of your kiss upon me.

Hearing the gasp, he closed the stove front and waited on his knees, his pulse thudding loudly in his ears.


How is he doing that?

 


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Sunday, March 1, 2015

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 Enchanted Skye ~ a contemporary Celtic tale with an ancient charm, a woman in hiding, and a very sexy Selkie.



Setting the Stage~
Alex feels odd and for good reason. When this stranger's tear drops fell into the sea they unleashed a potentially deadly charm upon him.


My Seven~
He didn’t recognize this young woman on the land but watched her kneel before the pool. Her sable hair covered her face as she keened and for some reason he felt compelled to go to her side. He slid into the water and the closer he drew, the stranger he felt. Only feet from her now, he blinked the saltwater from his eyes and watched her. The wind whipped at her hair and the sea mist clung to her clothing as she hugged an urn tightly to her chest. He knew what he was seeing then -- they’d scattered ashes on the water. Who was she to Angus MacLeod?


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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

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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Sunday, February 22, 2015

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 Enchanted Skye ~A tale about a family of Scottish Selkie and an American on the run named Jenna who unwittingly unleashes an ancient charm that traps a Selkie unawares.  


Setting the Stage~
Sent straightaway to take a hot bath after a severe storm mires her car and forces her to walk to the MacCodrum Inn, Jenna's day gets worse.
The cupboard door is stuck so all she has are hand towels to dry off with. And now she can't remember what room she's in. Just as she's about to make a bare dash down the hall, she hears voices coming up the stairs. She ducks into Alex's room. Neither know the charm is underway. 

My Seven:
Jenna gasped. Oh no! Ducking into the nearest room, she quickly closed the door behind her and pressed her ear to the wood and listened.

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Startled, Alex spun around. A woman had just barged into his room and slammed the door closed as if she’d been chased inside. That was something all unto itself, but she also held a small towel to the front of her body, leaving the back exquisitely bare. He suddenly felt odd, the same odd feeling he’d felt at the lighthouse earlier that day.


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Wednesday, February 11, 2015

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 a small sampling from Enchanted Skye. A contemporary Celtic tale with an ancient charm, a woman in hiding, and a very sexy Selkie.

Setting the Stage~ Alex feels odd and for good reason. When this stranger's tear drops fell into the sea they unleashed a potentially deadly charm upon him.

He watched with mild interest from the rocks, but when Angus and the reverend walked back to the house, his interest got the better of him. He scooted a little closer and lifted his head to get a better view. He didn’t recognize this young woman on the land but watched her kneel before the pool. Her sable hair covered her face as she keened and for some reason he felt compelled to go to her side. He slid into the water and the closer he drew, the stranger he felt. Only feet from her now, he blinked the saltwater from his eyes and watched her. The wind whipped at her hair and the sea mist clung to her clothing as she hugged an urn tightly to her chest. He knew what he was seeing then. They’d scattered ashes on the water. He considered her. Who was this woman to Angus MacLeod?

The woman must have felt his presence for she looked up from her grief. Meeting his eyes, she looked startled to see him so close. She rose slowly and backed away. His heart ached to watch her go and he found the feeling both perplexing and extraordinary. Then and there, he knew he had to meet her. Taking a breath, he plunged under the water and swam to the far side of the cliff where the sea cave sat undetected. On dry land now, inside the dark chamber, he peeled away his waterskin. And where flippers were a moment before, a man’s arms and legs appeared. Shaking out his spotted skin with a snap, he rolled it into a tight bundle and headed toward the passage.

The limestone tunnel itself was ancient, dug by his ancestors at a time when the zealous went in search of blood, and beings like him were hunted to near extinction. The tunnel led from the sea to his family’s other home and his other life as Alexander MacCodrum. He put a hand to a hidden door, one of several in the mansion, and it made a dry scraping sound as he pulled it open. Giving the back of the bookcase a shove, the weighted mechanism swung wide to reveal a bright sunny library.


A woman’s voice came from the floor by the hearth, “Och, Alex you scared me! Come in, you’re scattering the ash with that draft.” Like that of her brothers, Bea’s Scottish burr tended to get thicker with emotion. With a soot-smudged nose and long black hair tied up in a kerchief, Beatrix MacCodrum sat back on her heels and looked him over from head to toe. He’d strategically repositioned the waterskin the instant he heard her shriek. Other than that, he wore nothing but his smile. 




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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

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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