Reflections in the Pond

On baby’s and my walk, I captured some pictures of our hot, muggy, Texas fall. And I realized there was a turtle near us. It was so muggy my lens kept fogging up (100% humidity) and then he hurried to get in the water and hide from us so the picture isn’t as clear as I’d hoped it to be. They are really shy around humans still. And I was able to show baby tons of very hungry caterpillars on the milkweed leaves, a carolina anole, the cocoon for the monarch butterfly, butterflies, honeybees, and bumblebees. So we had a science day.

Some days it’s impossible to get word count. Yesterday, it was just not possible. I was trying to finish edits when I could while baby was here. I managed 11 chapters, and still have 7 more to read through today. So I should get it done today, then back to word count on another story. I want to be able to turn in SEAL Wolf Surrender today.

We had stormy weather last night, lightning constantly. It poured, but things don’t look that wet out, too dark to really see. Our low is 65, our high 69. So much better than the heat index of 94 yesterday.

Okay, I’m off to finish SEAL…. hope you have a wondrous day!

Terry

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Fun with Photos

Kids’ bikes and scooters at the school–glad to see so many kids getting some exercise. A pale yellow clouded butterfly on my neighbor’s tropical hibiscus. They usually fly so fast and move so much, it’s hard to capture them. This one loved this hibiscus. I put in some that are winter hardy, so we’ll see if it can withstand my heat, but his hibiscus die sometimes, so I wanted something that would survive the extremes. A honeybee on milkweed. The honeybees have been in droves all over the flowers and I’ve seen one of those black bumblebees too. I hope I captured a good picture of it. And a caterpillar on one milkweed leaf, monarchs on milkweed flowers. Everyone is getting their food before the cold weather hits. We have 89 degree heat index today. Doesn’t seem possible in November. But by Friday, the temps are 46-57. We’ll be freezing!

Okay, baby is coming. I only got 700 words written yesterday, but I was busy into edits on SEAL Wolf Surrender. I went through the whole manuscript yesterday, just going over changes, but then started reading the whole book through to make sure the changes worked. So I’m only on ch 6.

Baby came early, so she’s having breakfast and watching Calico Critters, and I’m off to work on reading SEAL while I can.  We’re supposed to have rain all afternoon so as soon as it’s light out, we’re going for a long walk.

Have a super, great day!!!

Terry

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More Edits…Sleeping Monarchs and Fall

Captured the fall colors on a neighbor’s tree, really pretty, and sleeping monarch butterflies.

I wrote only 1600 words yesterday, though I probably made 2000 from the words I wrote after I went to bed. Some, I wrote while I was at the medical clinic. Have to have blood drawn, routine, but that meant an hour’s wait sitting in the waiting room and I always take a notebook with me to write on. So I was working on both The Witch and the Jaguar and Woodland Fae yesterday. But then last night I received final proofing for SEAL Wolf Surrender! So I need to get to work on it. She needs it back in a week.

See why I haven’t been doing NaNoWriMo in November for many years though I joined many, many years ago? I’ve had 3 books I needed to edit for my publisher. One of them isn’t due until Feb, but I’ll get it done in the next couple of weeks. It’s hard reading one story and then jumping into another and then back to another, and then off to another. So I usually just work on one straight through to finish it. UNLESS I have scenes for another book that just pop up. Or I’m on a roll on a book and then I just stick with it.

Anyway, I need to walk to the voting place today as soon as it’s open, and pick up my conked out sewing machine, it’s fixed! And edit and try to get some word count today too. It’s 76 out already and 99% humidity. ugh It won’t cool off until Thursday, looking forward to it!

Have a super day!!

Terry

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Darkland Elf is Done! NaNoWriMo is Ongoing!

Sleeping caterpillar–original picture, and adding an interesting sky to the picture for a fantasy look.

While I was editing and proofing Darkland Elf, I ended up adding 2100 words, so made my daily goal for NaNoWriMo. It’s going to beta readers soon and I’m jumping on….I think The Witch and the Jaguar. I keep seeing scenes from the story.  But I might need to write on Woodland Fae or Claiming the White Bear…whichever pulls me into the story first.

Okay, I’m off to work!! I have to read the stories over to see which one snags my attention the most. Hope you have a beautiful day filled with magic!

Terry

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A Billionaire Wolf Christmas Review! & Keeping up with NaNoWriMo!

Great Review:

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A Billionaire Wolf for Christmas is a fun, suspense filled story with a happy ending. Terry Spears writes a believable story and you feel like you could be friends with these characters. There always seems to be a twist that you don’t see coming. I can’t wait for the next Billionaire Wolf book or any other of her stories. I recommend any story and I became a fan with the first book I read. Keep the stories coming Ms. Spear. ~~Kim’s ReviewsA Billionaire Wolf for Christmas

I wrote over 3,000 words yesterday to finish Darkland Fae. Woohoo! So, today I need to do the edits I was working on last night, then read through the whole book to see what else I need to change. But it’s written, from beginning to end. And that’s the greatest feeling of all. Finishing the book. Beginning one too. Getting halfway done. But finishing–that’s the ultimate goal.

I need to get word count on another book for NaNoWriMo also today, so I don’t fall down on the job with that. But for now, I’m off to edit, read, listen to music, and exercise!

I also turned in Day of the Wolf, a novella for the 10th anniversary release of Destiny of the Wolf for next year.

It’s pouring rain out too and sheet lightning is flashing across the darkness, just the perfect day to create ambience for reading and editing.

Have a great day!!!

Terry

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Continuing with the Story & Sleeping Caterpillars

Yesterday, I had the baby and she fights sleep unless she falls asleep on my shoulder as I’m walking her. But I can’t walk her like that for two hours, so I tried to put her down, and nope, she wakes and has a fit. Walking then won’t work, because mean grandma will try to put her down again. So after hours of doing all sorts of fun things, I know she has to sleep. She’s clingy, tired, and so I think: Stroller walk! We walked the half a mile to my daughter’s development and I figured I’d take her to their play park, but every time I hit that area, she’s sound asleep. Yay! So I walk back to my house and she sleeps in the stroller.

She woke after an hour and half and I cuddled her in my arms and she slept for another half hour. But, I was also able to work on Darkland Elf and wrote another 2200 words. Once she went home, I also finished proofing Day of the Wolf, so am getting ready to turn that in today. Then back to Darkland Elf. I hope to finish writing it this weekend, then work on Woodland Fae or The Witch and the Jaguar, whichever comes to me. With this one, it’s practically writing itself, which is why I’m not stopping on the story. I also need to edit my Silver Town Christmas book next. No contract for the next wolf books yet, so continuing on my merry way to finish up other books too.

As to all of these sleepy little critters, they were having conversations of their own. Sleepy butterflies, and sleepy caterpillars. “Hey, George, you ate all the leaves!”

And: “Raindrops keep falling on my head, back, antenna, give me a break out here. I’m already cold enough!”

And that’s their story and they’re sticking to it.

Have a super wonderful weekend. Off to write!

Terry

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NaNoWriMo & Monarch Butterfly Caterpillars

What do they have in common? I had to stop writing and take pictures.

Hoards of Monarch Butterflies visited the milkweed and now I have beautiful monarch butterfly caterpillars. We still will have like 81 degrees on Monday, but it’s time for all good little butterflies to head on down south.

So I made 5,341 words by last night on Darkland Elf. I’m 10,000 words over what I set as my minimum goal, and if I didn’t have baby here, I’d be writing up a storm. I hope to get at least 2,000 done today though. 🙂 I want to get this done before I start reading Day of the Wolf. I’ll probably turn that story in to my editor on Monday.

My neighbor lost a ten-foot juniper tree during the storms on Halloween the other night. We had winds up to 56 miles an hour. It always makes me worry about my swaying pine trees.

Okay, baby is due any second. Off to get ready!

Terry

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A Fae Day–but off to The World of Elves

 

Today has been a fae day!!!!! Which means that everything that could go wrong, could go wrong. First, I was taking out the trash and bringing in my Halloween decoration and the puppies got out. I LOVE my neighbors. One of the men tried to chase the two down, got one home, alerting me that they had sneaked out the front door when I hadn’t properly closed it. And then two other neighbors chased Max down. I walked, drove around the neighborhoods, couldn’t find him, but when I got home, Eugene Ping had him in his truck. THANK YOU! I don’t believe Max would have figured out how to get home. Dumb dog. Don’t they know that that’s where they get all their loving?????

But the fae day wasn’t just mine. When I took my car in to get an oil change, the one guy there had lost a customer’s keys, and the guy working on my car left his phone in my vehicle. Thankfully, I had stopped by Starbucks for a peppermint mocha to make myself feel better and saw his phone. I was able to swing around and return to the oil change place and drop off the phone. Had I gone to the grocery store like where I was headed next first, it would have been a real mess trying to get back to the oil change place. (Is it too evil of me to be glad that the fae don’t only mess with me???)

Anyway, so it’s been a fae day.

On the way home from the grocery store yesterday, I saw a wild red baby pig. I so wished I could have stopped the car and gotten a picture!!!! I’ve heard they are in our woods, but I had never seen one.

We were under tornado watch last night until 10 pm for Halloween. I had lots of trick-or-treaters before I took baby home to her parents and had dinner and watched Hocus Pocus with them. We had a great time. But I had to leave to go home during the brunt of the storm, 5″ of rain, could barely see the road and it was flooded, but luckily, everyone was really driving slow, couldn’t believe it. Usually, it doesn’t matter how bad the conditions, you always have someone rushing to get somewhere. At least I didn’t have to worry about kids out looking for candy.

So I’m off to work on Darkland Elf. I’ve promised it FOREVER, and it’s been on my TBA list in all my books FOREVER, so it’s about to finally be done. Then it’s back to: The Witch and the Jaguar, Woodland Fae, and Claiming the White Bear.

Okay, so here’s the deal. I’m signed up for National Novel Writing Month, but you can only list one book in there. I found on the forums a group who are like me! Yay! I couldn’t imagine I was so unique. Yes, we are all working on multiple manuscripts. And like me, we want to work on all of them. With NaNoMo, you are supposed to get at least 50K done on one. I can’t. I need to finish Darkland Fae (already at word count), write 20K on The Witch and the Warlock, 30K on Woodland Fae, and not sure on Claiming the White Bear. 🙂 So I’m working on as many projects as I can to finish some of them up this month.

I will get 50,000 words for NaNoMo, but it will be for multiple stories.

AND, I got Day of the Wolf back that I need to read over, an I have edits for Silver Town Christmas I need to go over.

Now that the dogs are home safe and sound, and I’ve run my errands, it’s time to get cracking on the books!

Hope you have an UN-Fae Day.

Terry

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Shifter Halloween

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Shifter Halloween

by

Terry Spear

What if your best friend says she wants you to come over and have fun at her special Halloween party, costumes not necessary? But she’s always been a stickler for them. “If you’re going to party, do it right!” So it’s got you to thinking, what’s she up to this time?

You’re ultra-curious and you’ve been asking her all month long—what’s so special about this party? Who’s going to be there? You’re thinking old boyfriends, and she’s got some idea she wants you to get back together with one of them. You really haven’t a clue. You don’t want to go unprepared though.

Have you ever had a fear of the unknown? Sure, fear of the known can be pretty hard to overcome, too. But let your imagination run wild when you don’t have any idea what’s going to happen, and it can be seriously unfun.

Of course, you could chicken out. But you never chicken out and you’re not about to start now.

So feeling a little strange about not wearing a costume to Lila’s Halloween party, you arrive in jeans and a T-shirt featuring an old-time looking jack-o-lantern. You had to wear something! And you feel you’ve entered the “Twilight Zone” as soon as you walk in the door.

Everyone turns to look at you, men and women dressed in jeans and cotton shirts, no sign of anything Halloween-like, but it’s a veritable jungle in here. Jungle drums and the sounds of the rain forest are playing overhead.

The heater is on full blast. Humidifiers are pouring out wet air. Real plants fill the whole place, every table space, every wall covered in vines. A soft mist is sprayed through the air, making your hair drip and your mouth gape.

“Can she climb a tree?” a man asked, clutching an empty wine glass in his hand.

“Does she like to swim?” Another raked her with his golden gaze.

“Does she purr?” a woman asked, purring the words.

“Does she like to bite?” The first man set his empty glass down among a hodgepodge of greenery and took a step toward her.

Vampires, you’re thinking. Although you can’t imagine how your friend got mixed up with those, when they don’t exist.

Then a sleek golden cat wearing black ringed rosettes moves into view, a jaguar with green eyes studying you, her mouth opening to show a lot of very sharp wicked teeth. It can’t be her. Your best friend. But you smell her! And she’s no longer human!

You have to get out of here, now! Why didn’t she tell you?

Why didn’t you tell her?

Before anyone moves any closer, you lift your chin and howl, telling them to back off.

Hisses fill the air as if the room is full of vampires or riled up snakes or… jaguar shifters.

You didn’t know they existed!

You back up toward the door and escape. You hear the howls in the distance, responding to your own howl, but you don’t want your new wolf pack mates to fight these cats.

You give one last long look at your friend standing in the doorway of her house, appearing confused. And you wished you’d turned her first, just like you’d been turned…the night before.

Then you’re off, racing toward your pack.

Maybe, next year you’ll play it safe and just wear a costume and stick with the wolf kind. Or maybe, just maybe, you can find some common ground with the friend you used to know.

What do you think? Ready to play with the big boys with teeth?

You had me at Jaguar

I so hope you’ve enjoyed our Halloween fare! Until the next one then…

Terry

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The New Boss by Kathryn Royce-Martin

All the way from Down Under!

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The New Boss
by Kathryn Royce-Martin

THE NEW BOSS by Kathryn Royce-Martin

Cassie forced herself out of bed and into the shower. She felt like crap but loved her job and wasn’t going to let a lousy cold stop her. A hacking cough shook her body as she dried off and moved to the mirror to apply her makeup. The pale, red-eyed face staring back pulled a yelp from her.

“Oh great, meeting the new boss today looking like this. Great first impression O’Neil.”

Attempting to tame her unruly, dark red curls she eventually dropped her hands in frustration.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Oakes, I’m your events manager, Quasimodo! Arrrrrrgghhhhh.”

She pulled herself together, choosing her favourite teal coloured skirt, matching jacket and a soft grey blouse. Piling her unco-operative locks on top of her head, she pinned a matching burette underneath and applied extra makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes. She stood back and assessed herself in the mirror. Thankfully, she looked better than she felt. Squaring her shoulders, she grabbed her handbag, slid on her heels and walked out of her apartment to the lift.

Her apartment was only a few blocks from the Oakes Foundation building so she decided to walk. Entering the Oakes building, she smiled at Anne at reception and stepped into the lift. She pressed the button for the fourteenth floor, moved to the back, and pulled out her phone. By the sixth floor, only one man was left. She lifted her eyes, allowing her gaze to flick over him and froze. He was gorgeous, around six feet two, with black, shiny hair hanging rakishly over deep blue eyes. He wore designer, grey chinos and a black shirt that hugged his muscled torso.

Swallowing hard, she forced her gaze back to her phone but couldn’t resist stealing another peek. His fingers were flying across his phone screen.

Some gorgeous bimbo, no doubt. I bet she’s not a redhead with uncooperative hair and a runny nose.

When the lift reached the fourteenth floor, Cassie was surprised when he strode out and headed Andrew’s receptionist. Hesitating near the coffee machine, Cassie poured freshly brewed coffee into her cup and watched him.

“Dane Oakes, I have an appointment.”

“Yes Mr Oakes, Mr Mills won’t be a moment, please take a seat.”

Cassie gasped, and spilled coffee over her hand.

“Oww, crap.”

THE Dane Oakes, son of the CEO of the Oakes Foundation! No wonder he’s in the papers with different women every week, he’s hot!”

Settling himself in a chair, he glanced in her direction. She dropped her gaze, hurried to her office, closed the door and flopped into her chair. Dragging in a deep, calming breath she pulled up the file for the upcoming conference.

Dane’s eyes followed the stunning redhead down the corridor. Her hips swayed seductively in her tight skirt and her long legs in those killer heels had his heart thumping. He ran his tongue distractedly over his perfectly formed, white teeth and reined in errant thoughts of those legs wrapped around him. Hauling in a deep breath he focused on Andrew Mills approaching, hand extended.

Cassie was updating her latest project plan when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” she called distractedly.

Andrew’s head popped around her door, “Do you have a moment?”

“Of course …”

She stopped mid sentence and her mouth went dry when Dane Oakes followed Andrew into her office.  For a split second she couldn’t move, her pulse skittered, her palms were suddenly sweaty. Pulling herself together, she smiled politely and stood but lapsed into a coughing fit making her eyes stream and her nose run.

Just great. Quasimodo at your service!

When she’d recovered, Andrew made the formal introductions.

“Cassie, this is Mr Oakes. He is here to observe our operations.”

“Mr Oakes,” Cassie managed, offering her hand.

“Call me Dane, please.”

He flashed a heart stopping smile and took her hand. His voice was like warm chocolate. His touch sent little electric shocks up her arm and she bit her lip to suppress a gasp. This man was seriously good looking and her body reacted accordingly.

“Cassie is our best events manager. She’s currently working on the upcoming international news conference.”

Dane held her hand a little longer than necessary.

“I’d like to see your project plan later.”

“It should be ready for you by lunch time.”

“Good. I look forward to working with you.”

He glanced back over his shoulder as they left her office and she swore his eyes were a much darker blue than previously.

Dane forced himself to breathe steadily as he spoke with Cassie. Her delicate hand had his pulse racing and his body reacting. He’d barely resisted rubbing his thumb over her soft skin. Just a normal reaction to a good looking woman. Actually, she was downright beautiful.

His reaction to Cassie O’Neill completely surprised him. He had long ago given up on finding the one woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The women he dated now were safe. Boring. He didn’t allow any of them to truly know him.

His thoughts drifted back to the stunning redhead, in the office down the corridor. He was sure she wouldn’t be boring. Uncharacteristically, he had to ask Andrew to repeat what he’d just said. Wrenching his focus back to business, he shoved all thought of Cassie temporarily to the back of his mind. He wasn’t going to become involved with this woman. For one thing, he had to work with her, and she unsettled him. That could be bad news.

Later that afternoon, Dane entered Cassie’s office, moving with the smooth grace of a predator. Pulling a chair up beside her, he settled himself a respectable distance away.

“Okay, Cassie, show me what you have on the conference.”

She was feeling dreadful again and his devastating smile was a deadly weapon to her fragile mood. Breathing deeply, she brought  up the project plan on her laptop, giving him a rundown of the budget, milestones and risks. He seemed impressed and asked a number of questions.

Dane was struggling to contain his reaction to her and that made him grumpy. With a supreme effort he tamped down his bad mood so he could focus on the great work she’d done. They discussed the project and her enthusiasm for her job took over, dispelling the nervousness she’d displayed earlier. When she had finished, she waited expectantly. Dane thought for a moment, unconsciously running his tongue along his teeth.

“You’ve done a great job so far, but I’d like to work with you on this. It’s a prestigious event and I want to make sure everything is perfect.”

Her temper flickered to life.

“It will be perfect, Mr Oakes. I have organised many similar events and have an excellent reputation. You only have to check my file …”

“I’m fully aware of that, but my involvement in this is non-negotiable. Thank you for your time Miss O’Neil.”

He strode out of her office.

Yep, his initial assessment of her had been correct, a beautiful woman with impossibly long legs and the emotional stability of a barbie doll. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked to his office, strangely disappointed that he’d been right.

Cassie sat at her desk, stunned, then rose, sweeping into Dane’s office, furious. His eyes lifted from the papers on his desk as she barged into his office without knocking.

“I don’t know why you’re here Mr Oakes, but I do know how to do my job. Where do you get off checking on my work as if I’m new at this? Are you trying to show your father you’re not the spoiled playboy the papers say?”

“Calm down, Miss O’Neil, and please refrain from shouting at me.”

A modicum of common sense returned and she dropped into a chair, her anger giving way to despair. Dane stood and moved around to the front of his desk. She winced as he unleashed the full force of his furious gaze on her.

“Firstly, Miss O’Neil, do not believe everything you read in the newspapers. I am fully aware that you know your job, and I do not need to explain my decisions to you. Now take a break and pull yourself together.”

Turning back to his desk he lowered himself into his chair, effectively dismissing her. Cassie’s eyes filled with tears.

“You’re not going to fire me?”

Irritated by her continued presence, he looked up, his ire dissipating when he saw her damp eyes. Dane couldn’t fathom why this woman affected him so. Damn it if his desire hadn’t ramped up when he’d seen her eyes brimming with tears.

“No, Miss O’Neil, I am not going to fire you. Why don’t you get yourself some of that coffee you enjoyed so much this morning?”

Nodding, she walked out of his office without another word, dabbing her eyes.
Andrew stood at his door, having heard raised voices in Dane’s office. She managed a tiny, watery smile as she headed for the coffee machine. She poured a cup and Andrew approached her.

“Cassie, what the hell just happened?”

“I lost it Andrew, I’m sorry. I’ll apologise later, I promise.”

She couldn’t hold back the sobs. Andrew steered her into her office, shut the door. Doing his best to comfort her, he dragged his clean handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her. She wiped her eyes, smearing her mascara, and apologised again.

“Cassie I think you should go home.”

Agreeing, she thanked him, retrieved her handbag, and slipped into the bathroom. She barely recognised the miserable creature looking back at her from the mirror. Her mascara was streaked down her face, her nose was red and her eyes were puffy.

Oh great, I look as bad as I feel.

She splashed her face, reapplied a little foundation, then added a small amount of mascara. Squaring her shoulders, she walked out of the bathroom. She’d almost made it to the lift when she heard a familiar voice. Her shoulders sagged.

“Leaving so soon, Miss O’Neil?”

Dane Oakes leaned in the doorway, his arms crossed over his broad chest, looking every inch the arrogant playboy. She spun round but refused to look into his eyes.

“Y…yes I don’t feel well.”

He knew he should leave this, but he couldn’t.

“I’ll drive you home.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but gave in and nodded. Taking her elbow, he guided her into the lift and jabbed the button for the ground floor. She sagged against the wall of the elevator.

“My car is out the front.”

He guided her through the revolving door at the building entrance towards a bright red Ferrari, and wondered what would happen if he kissed her. Frustrated, he pulled the keys out of his pocket and pressed the button. She gaped at the expensive sports car. Impatiently, he pulled her towards it, opened the door and guided her into the passenger seat.

“Wow,” she smiled as he slid into the driver’s seat beside her.

“Nice isn’t it.”

She nodded as he accelerated into the traffic.

“Where do you live, Miss O’Neil?”

Cassie was gazing out at the traffic and didn’t hear him for a moment.

“Sorry?”

“Where do you live?” he asked again, impatiently.

She told him and he didn’t bother with any further conversation until he parked out the front of her apartment building. Opening her door, he offered his hand to help her out of the low bucket seat. She took it, feeling the same tingle she had earlier, but ignored it, too tired and miserable to care. He yanked his hand back as soon as she was standing on the sidewalk.

“Well, I hope you feel better, Miss O’Neil.”

Before she could thank him, he jumped in the sleek sports car and drove away, She watched him leave, then wearily made her way up to her apartment.

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Cassie felt worse when she woke the next morning. For the first time since she started at the Oakes Foundation, she called in sick, settled back into bed and drifted off to sleep.

She woke with a start several hours later to loud knocking. Stumbling groggily from the bed, she looked through the peephole to see who was knocking, and jumped back. Why was Dane Oakes at her door?  She stood for a moment, not knowing quite what to do.

When Andrew informed Dane that their meeting was cancelled because Cassie wasn’t well, Dane waited almost an hour before he left the office, then drove hard to her apartment. By the time she’d answered her door, he was furious.

“Cassie, I know you’re in there. Open the damn door.”

She opened the door to Dane, dressed impeccably, a lock of his hair hanging rebelliously over one eye. His chin was covered in designer stubble and he looked delicious.
He pushed past her and stormed into the apartment.

“Is this about what happened yesterday? Because if it is, I think you really need to grow up.
Cassie went from perplexed to livid instantly.

“Who the hell do you think you are, coming into my apartment and speaking to me like that? Get out now!”

Suddenly catching her scent, he froze, his eyed wide, and stammered an apology.

“I …Cassie, I’m sorry.”

Surprised, she watched him slowly approach. He stopped an arm’s length away and she had to tip her head back to look into his face. When she did, her pulse skittered.  He stepped closer. She felt the heat of his muscular body and smelled his spicy, masculine scent. Why did he have to smell so good?

“Cassie…”

Hesitating briefly, he claimed her lips with a searing kiss. Her arms snaked around his neck and her body melted into his. Momentarily breaking the kiss to gaze at her exquisite face, he ran his tongue over his long, white fangs, growled softly and melded his lips to hers again. His tongue sought entry into her eager mouth as he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Her intoxicating scent drove him wild.

Suddenly, it all made sense. She was his true mate! That explained why he’d had trouble keeping his fangs hidden around her. He grinned. He desperately hoped she’d agree to being changed into a wolf, or he was screwed!

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Kathryn Royce Martin

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New bosses can be pretty intimidating while getting to learn what they like and don’t like, don’t you agree?

I hope you enjoyed Kathryn’s short story and give a shout out to her!

Thanks, Kathryn, for sharing with us today, all the way from Australia!!!!

Terry