Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash.

Middle of September howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here's a continuation of my recent flash scene, One Shade of Silver Wolf.  Thundercloud figures the best way to meet Kailla is at Talbot Peak's BBQ cookoff and faire.

Also, my author interview is featured today at erotic romance author, Kate Hill's blog. Kate Hill is a wonderful, prolific writer. Check her and her books out at ~kate-hill.com/blog~


Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash.

Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash. What was he doing charging at the woman he wanted as his mate?

She was human. Even if she liked wolves, was an animal lover, she couldn't help but be frightened by a larger than average wolf running straight at her. Howls to Thor, even enclosed inside her minivan.

Reluctance knifed to his bones, but Thundercloud forced himself to slow down. He loped at a speed that kept her in sight, and thanked the Great Wolf One the woman appeared to be headed into Talbot's Peak, rather than bypassing the town, owned by shifters and various types of supernaturals.

If her luscious scent hadn't gripped his nose like a welcome vise, Thundercloud would have been salivating over the bounty of smoked-meat odors now wafting from the center of town. He'd planned on enjoying the Peak's BBQ event, and a cold brew at Rattigan's, after his run through the late summer fields and wild forested land.

To that end, Thundercloud had stashed clothing at the Ice Creamery. He and Kalindi, the half-angel half-goddess owner, had become fast friends during the last year. Cosmic-oddly, their friendship began when there'd been a dispute over an organic milk supplier. The farmers group had run short.

He and his six brothers owned and ran The Bohemian Thunder Club, located in Dante's Pleasure Club complex. Their nightclub catered to women, and the men servers wore nothing but a loincloth. Often, the female clientele preferred cream and ice cream-based drink concoctions.

Kalindi refused to backdown, hurling a lightning bolt when his older brother, Thunderbolt, had attempted to hijack the milk truck by persuading the driver with a sizeable bribe. Instinct and adrenalin possessed him, and his brother had returned lightning fire...but only way above Kalindi's head.

The very air crackled then, charged by their lightning-throwing battle. Thundercloud had stepped into the bolt-flying breach. He'd calmed the waters by profusely apologizing to Kalindi, even as Thunderbolt's mate arrived on scene.

Krystal's mere presence instantly sobered Thunderbolt, and his brother deeply, gentlemanly apologized to Kalindi, then offered reparations.

His own adrenaline fierce, Thundercloud followed the woman's scent, and silently howled a whoop when he found her minivan parked at Talbot's Peak Inn. On quiet paws, he trotted toward the check-in office, trailing her fragrance. He caught a few glances, but they were from other shifters.

Not willing to resist, Thundercloud raised to his hind legs, and peered through the side window. Dangerous Curves Ahead did not apply only to a highway. His tongue lolled out, and he panted with lusty appreciation.

He merely had a side view of her, but Howls to Freyja! Even her somewhat loose knit top and stylish pants couldn't hide those blatant womanly curves. And her hair... Thundercloud stared. The copper-red color intensely gleamed, and had him wishing he'd already shifted to human form -- improving his ability to see and enjoy the color.

His future mate had the long length tied back in a ponytail. Yet, even with his wolfen eyes,  Thundercloud could see the exceptional thickness. Caught by the beautiful profile of her face as she slightly turned, he huffed in a large breath, and was hardly surprised when his balls ached, wanting to volcanically erupt.

Before he busted through the window, Thundercloud gained his four paws, but hesitated. What was that? He cocked one ear, listening intently to his future mate as she spoke.

"I was tired. But after seeing that super amazing wolf, and the yummy BBQ smells, I think I'll take a walk, enjoy the booths, and get something to eat. Haven't eaten a decent meal since being on the road."

That was all he needed. With the woman's soft lovely voice singing through him, Thundercloud headed for the back door to Kalindi's Ice Creamery. He could dress his human form, then stalk his to-be mate without stalking her. The BBQ cookoff and faire was a gods' send.

Thundercloud began planning how meet her human to human, then begin wooing the gorgeous woman.


Unable to kick images of the large silvery wolf out of her thoughts, Kailla strolled along with the gathering crowd. The BBQ and smoking-meat smells beckoned her like a bevy of food sirens. Kailla figured she was far hungrier than she realized. But then, her stomach had been the last thing on her mind as she'd traveled to Talbot's Peak.

Determined to start her new life, Kailla plastered a friendly smile on her face. Soon she caught a colorful glimpse of the arts and crafts booths. Wow! This was definitely her kind of town. So far, anyway.

As she passed by, on her way to the least busy BBQ vendor, Kailla scanned the various booths to decide which ones she wanted to check out. She frowned as the fifth booth she passed displayed more wolf-art products. What was with this town? Not like it was named Wolf Lake, Montana, or anything.

Kailla paused in her steps, admiring the beautiful wood carvings of wolves... and, were those werewolves? Then, her eyebrows shot up as she gazed toward the back of the table. Carvings of wolves transforming into human, and vice versa... good gosh! They took their wolf culture here seriously.

"Hey, Thunder-man, how are ya?" The artsy type guy sitting behind the table, that Kailla assumed was one of the carvers, spoke to someone over her shoulder.

Who would be named Thunder...a biker type? Curious as the proverbial cat, still Kailla decided not to turn around and look. She was in no mood to deal with any man, let alone a rough-around-the-edges biker dude.

"I'm doing quite well, Carl." The man's cultured yet deep-as-midnight voice caught her off guard. "I'll be putting in another order soon. We sell a lot of your carvings at the club. The women love them."

"I've gotten in a new supply of Northern Maple and Tupelo...those silver-gray shades you like," Carl enticed.

Silver-gray shades of wood! Icy-hot shivers slid through Kailla, and she trembled from head to toe. Not to mention, her feet were suddenly glued to the sidewalk.



Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


Pat C. said...

Who doesn't like a good, hard bit of wood? ;)

Don't forget to check out those "special" art pieces, the ones kept under the counter and away from the kiddies.

Savanna Kougar said...

Yep. One has to wonder what Nick special orders from the wood carvers???

Pat C. said...

In the bottom drawer of Ziva's desk she keeps a slender, polished wooden dildo with inches carved into it, supposedly modeled on Nick's. He says it should have been longer but he didn't want to scare her.

Savanna Kougar said...

lol... should Serena ever pen Nick and Ziva's story... this must be included.

Pat C. said...

Hear that, Serena? The ball's in your court.

Serena Shay said...

LOL...should Nick and Ziva survive their current ordeal they just might have some life affirming to do, which, of course, could include one appropriately notched, polished wooden dildo. Rawr....

Savanna Kougar said...

~big anticipating smiles~