Mickie Sherwood's BayouBabe99er IR Mainstream Romance

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Louisiana's lushness is the setting for my mainstream contemporary love story, BayouBabe99er. The story takes place after the disastrous Gulf oil spill that threatens to eliminate the communities scattered along the coast. What can a forty-four year-old laid-off banker, and an oil company liaison, closer to the ages of her daughters than hers, have in common? Desire! The desire—to right a wrong—and for each other.

 

 

BayouBabe99er (2012)            

 

Genre: Mainstream/IR Romance

Word Count: 25,980

Price: $2.99

 

Excerpt:

The rumbling sound vibrated the wooden dock behind the store. A tri-horn blasted the quiet and brought Clyde out on the run. He admired the cut of the sleek white racer with the bold red stripes. Clyde hustled his arthritic body back inside with a yell.

“Sha, come see!”

Drake, who’d changed into casual wear, jumped to the dock just as Sharlene came rushing outside. She faltered, he supposed, at what met her eyes. But she acknowledged him with a slow, sad smile. The act caused his heart to go ca-boom.

“Let’s go.”

He ushered her up the walkway by the hand and onto the deck, making introductions as they took the center aisle to the cockpit. His companion merely smiled and nodded as he brought the throttle down to reverse. Drake helped Sharlene into her life vest as the boat eased away.

Clyde saluted their departure.

Soon they cruised the open water, their bodies rocking to the motion as they cut through the waves. Drake positioned himself at Sharlene’s back. His hands held the rail on either side of her body as a deterrent to her tumbling from the jerky gyration. A fine spray misted them as they sailed along.

The constant swaying bumped Sharlene and Drake’s bodies together continuously. Passionate thoughts stayed at bay because of the serious nature of the expedition. They sped into the gray day on a mission of mercy. Drake did what he did for Sharlene, because he suspected it would do her good to escort her uncle’s pride and joy back to port. For him? Well, he drew satisfaction knowing he provided her that small bit of relief.

“There they are!” Sharlene exclaimed.

Drake saw the faint black spots dotting the surface of the water, way in the distance. He also felt the sporadic tremors she attempted to hide. The tight grip she had on the iron rail was another giveaway. “Relax, Sharlene. We have quite a while to go.”

Sharlene looked at him over her shoulder. “Thank you so much, Drake. I can’t explain it…I mean…”

“You’re welcome.” He kissed the side of her face exposed to him, continuing in a somber voice. “I think I understand.”

They rode in silence as the boat bounced and bumped over the choppy water. The minutes ticked down to seconds with the flotilla enlarging in size. The BayouBabe lurched along, pulled by a tow. Trawlers flanked her on all sides.

The captain of the speedboat slowed to maneuver a wide arc around the group, doing an observation lap. Sharlene’s posture stiffened. Drake felt her heart racing so fast the beat competed with the thundering motor. A shaky hand wiped moisture from her unbelieving eyes.

“Uncle Moot!” she screamed while scrambling to be free of Drake’s shielding embrace. He held tight. “He’s alive, Drake!”

“I see him.”

Moot stood at the wheel as big as day. Pausing from the strenuous steering job, he gestured to Sharlene by tipping the brim of his cap. The use of one hand nearly cost him control of his hobbling craft. The quick recovery brought a smile to his lips.

Sharlene escaped Drake’s hold and darted to the narrow foot ledge rimming the boat. The going was risky for the surface glistened with water. The deck shoes she wore hardly mattered for she slid a time or two before arriving safely on the forward platform. Drake closed in on her sporting a not-so-pleased look.

“You’re going to get yourself killed!”

The bite of his words stung. Sharlene was just about to retaliate when she recognized that mournful look in his eyes. Her ire deflated. She refused to blast him after realizing he only had her best interest at heart.

Besides, she was elated with the turn of events. Her world revolved from tragedy to triumph. Her uncle survived a horrific ordeal. Thanks to the stabilizing effect of the man next to her, Sharlene had reasons to smile again.

 

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Angelic Forecast ~ #214

"Jharx," I say as the lion stretches his great body beside me. Because he seems to want me pet him, I stroke his side as he yawns.

"He has arrived to meet you, and to impart some vital information he has recently learned." Dhuroth lowers himself next to me. "I see how much he is enjoying the touch of your hand. Aren't you?"

Dark, gold-splintered eyes regard me. 'I am," I hear.

Enjoying to the max, I continue stroking Jharx. I admit to myself I'm half-afraid and half-enthusiastic about whatever he has to say. In these perilous times, I don't know which way to jump, except into the arms of my lion man, Dhuroth.

"What is it?" I croon, having gathered up my courage.

'There is much activity on your Earth's moon.' I hear, even as Jharx seems to settle more comfortably beside me, and lazily switch his great tasseled tail.

"Activity?" I murmur.

'They are building.'

"Building on the moon. Who?" Alarm races through me.

'Those who betray humanity with their secrecy. They assist those who came before and built many marvels.'

"The pyramids," I utter.

'Before the time of megalithic stone structures. Their legacy is mostly contained in the continent called Antarctica.'

Again, I meet Jharx's gold-splintered eyes, and see an age old wisdom.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

This week the Dragon of Awakening consumes the Dragon of Terror in a battle that firestorms worldwide.

Meanwhile, the golden cosmic light continues to pour thick as honey upon the people, and upon Mother Earth. Thus, we are caught between the beautiful emergence of our spiritual natures, and what has been life in this world.

Now, with the escalation of insanity all around the world, try a little tenderness as the song lyric says -- especially with your loved ones, friends, and pets. This means 'only' where it's possible to do so.

Also, given the quickening of the 'Quickening', animals will be particularly affected. At this time, a lot of wild animals want to be friends with those of us who are receptive. Be careful, however, since the opposite will be true, as well, and a few animals will turn vicious, attacking without provocation.

To be friends with an animal could be as simple as providing food and water. Or, it could be figuring out a way to co-exist together. When you do see a wild critter, saying a kind word puts those good vibes out. Blessings from you are always appreciated by both animals and plants.

On the personal front, if you have pets, this week, and next, they are likely to take center stage in your life at some point. Or, it may occur through someone who is close to you. If there's a challenge, look for the kindest way to act. However, remember, being firm could be the wisest option.

From this point forward, it's all about being responsible for your personal life at a 'creator' level. This will not be easy for many to understand, or accomplish. Small steps may be required.

Also, since so many of us have heavily damaged psyches -- courtesy of the so-called social engineers working for the dark-side cabal -- thus, high levels of healing must take place. Again, tenderness, and acts of kindness will go a long way for ALL of us.

Know too, the following week will be great for finding a new economic opportunity. Take advantage no matter how small because this will positively impact your future. 

On the economic front, it will be a rocky week, and there will be more problems with the BIG BANKS -- with financial institutions in general. More cyber attacks are planned and may cause nasty disruptions as the year comes to an end.

As well, one of the October surprises is likely to be the stalling, close-to-falling economy. Why? Because usually the opposite would occur during an election. This time, the Controller manipulators have another diabolical plan that will become obvious at the close of this week, or the beginning of next week.

In addition, with the institutions of liberty being burned to the ground by the corp-gov, the economy will take a nosedive. Even if this is 'not' reflected by the stock market, or the fake economic figures given to the public like so much pablum, 'the people' now know 'this truth' at a mass-conscious level.

Yet, on the flaming wings of the phoenix energies, new ways to do business arise. What are called 'cottage industries' now become the wave of the near future.

Take a look at your skill set, if you haven't lately -- what is it you can make, fix, create that will be in demand? Ask yourself, if the big box stores disappear, what becomes *your* business opportunity?

On the truth front, it's time to get down-and-dirty honest about the state of the world -- about the health of the planet. This knowledge will only serve you as earth changes and societal changes avalanche, and reach critical mass by the end of 2012.

At the same time, the benevolent angelic interventions continue on a large scale. Also, as has been stated before, MIRACLES of grace embrace many. These miraculous events will herald a magical way of living that has always belonged to the human race.

On the war front, *bombastic  insanity* describes the next month. Brought to you by the dark-side psychopaths, the 'covert proxy wars' now rage across the surface of the planet.

This is a scorched terrible wounding of Mother Earth, and a wounding of humanity's soul. For many the attitude will be: WAR, what is it 'ever' good for?... oh, yeah, evil likes it.

Of further importance, there will be an intense propaganda campaign, using the brain-drain media, to demonize anyone who is against war, and wants to stop WWIII. Now, anyone who stands on the side of peace, and peace through the rise of freedom, will be considered an enemy of the state.

On the AWAKENING front, the soul of humanity wings heavenward and also embraces the earth with a new strength. As children of the universe, the human race now matures toward a time when interacting with the galactic community will become commonplace.

On the paranormal front, with Samhain on the proverbial doorstep, all things spooky, supernaturally strange, and paranormal-wonderful will emerge as never before in known history. Beware, take care, and turn the tables with your own boo-scare, if needed.

From a prior Samhain forecast ~ “a powerful magick is arriving, once again, and is available for those bold enough in vision to claim it. There will be individuals who will emerge as magicians, that is, the use of magick as it was practiced by the Wise Women and by those like Merlin. Before the Turning toward technology was allowed, as a method to circumvent the dark force, Magick reigned as the true and natural force on Earth.”

On the home front, as the Great Divide between the 'aware and the unaware' grows to the size of the Grand Canyon, it becomes absolutely crucial to join together, and form alliances with those of like mind. As well, as a zombie insanity grips many in the population, those of truly sane mind must stand against the bankster gangsters, and reinvent the good life.

Regarding civil war, from a previous forecast: "there is a low-key civil war in progress which is being hidden from the public. This reflects the ever-growing division between those who cherish freedom, and those who have little awareness of what liberty means to the human soul."

On the food front, this week spotlights how 'poisoned' the food supply is and has been for decades. There will be revelation after revelation around this, most of it found on alternative news sites.

Out of this exposure, many of us will become more determined than ever to purchase, and grow good food for ourselves and others. Despite every despicable effort made by the corp-gov to destroy small ranchers/farmers, and the organic growers, this movement will not die. Also, on the near horizon there will be significant defeats of Big Agra.

On the land changes front, in particular, volcanic activity spikes, and earthquakes will be shaking the planet more often, and more vigorously for the next three months.

Now Nature rages, unleashed during these times of rapid earth changes. This week, and for the following month, the tremendous force of water is likely to show its power around the world.

However, per usual, some of these superstorm events will be the ongoing weather wars.

On the energy front, many groups of inventors/investors are working hard and fast behind the scenes, to bring alternative energy devices to the marketplace. It's a race now between the corp-gov oppressors and those who want to help free humanity with inexpensive power.

At this time, look for the manipulated, 'fraudulent' shortage of gasoline, and energy, to be used as a weapon against the people by the new world order mafia. For, absolute control of power corrupts absolutely.

Once again: "Consider setting up a backup energy system -- any kind you can manage."

On the really bad news front, with crime rates exploding, especially in cities, look for ways to responsibly protect yourself and your loved ones. Soon several big cities will become so horrific and  unlivable, anyone who can will flee. Sadly, this includes criminals and criminal gangs who are looking for easier targets. All the more reason to band together to keep each other safe.

On the good news front, oh how the mighty fall. Now, the corrupt elite among us are being recognized for who and what they are by so many of 'the people' their days are numbered. Eventually, THEY will be brought down, and brought to justice. Certainly, poetic justice will find them as divinely dictated.

For more good news, now innovation skyrockets. Encourage yourself and others to become bigger and better innovators. Simply ordering your life in a new and innovative way works to the GOOD as well.

On the freedom front, a breakaway group -- the new foremothers and forefathers of liberty -- now begin their rise to prominence. This will not only be in America, but the spirit of 1776 spreads worldwide. In the Age of Aquarius, it will be women leaders who bring this revolutionary fruit to bear.

Trendwise, just in time for Halloween, the good, bad, ugly, and beautiful of being *weird* becomes the norm in these times. This emerging trend will be showcased during the upcoming celebration.

For, what the soulless ones would squash in humanity -- what THEY would pound out of existence with a ruthless fist, now arises in all of us. In truth, we are supernatural beings.

As well, quoted from a prior forecast ~ "At this time, the ancient megalithic sites, Stonehenge and other on-the-grid sites across the globe, are in the process of reactivating as centers of power. This is due to the current rise in cosmic energies, to the energy storms on the sun, and also due to the intervention of humanity’s extraterrestrial brethren."

Awaken humanity to your true power. This is the week. This is the time. 

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

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Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker

 

 

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Excerpt (New):

The trio marched to the truck stop and straight into the heavy aroma left over from fried foods. Kitchen noises pervaded as white stoneware filled with heaping portions of food slapped against the shiny steel pickup window. They moved on through the restaurant to a vacant booth near the plate glass window. Veronica and Sam took one side. Mike had the other side all to himself.

“I want fries.” Sam’s face turned up to Veronica.

“Samuel?”

“Please, Mama.”

Veronica allowed him hamburgers and fries on occasion. Those big, pleading eyes zapped her. Today seemed to be one of those days. “Okay,” she said with a smile. “We’ll both have fries.”

Veronica’s head jerked up when Mike grunted, and her eyes caught his. He was obviously amused about something.

“What’s funny?”

“It’s been a long time since I had such a telling conversation. Although my children are no longer teenagers, I have one who’s still a master manipulator.”

“A child expressing his hunger brings back memories?” She pursued the topic because she really wanted to understand the motive for his laughter.

He chuckled again. “Lots of them. There’s not a parent alive that hasn’t buckled even before the onset of such a debate.”

“I didn’t buckle on anything,” she announced, a bit offended. Veronica looked down at Sam, who looked from her to Mike in earnest interest.

“You’re right. You didn’t buckle.”

“What does that condescending crack mean?”

“Veronica, honestly. I only meant, as a parent, one recognizes when and when not to make an issue. That’s all.” He examined her in silence. “I didn’t intend to offend you.”

Veronica intentionally took note of his mannerisms as he sought to do damage control. Although his cool expression locked in place, she sensed the immense interest in his bedroom eyes the longer he stared at her. He was minus his hat and glasses, which permitted her uninhibited inspection. Mike wore his hair cut close to the scalp. That emphasized his strong brow and the allure of his eyes, so soft and tawny brown. He had a tiny healed scar on the end of one nostril. Below that was his peppered mustache, glinting with a touch of silver and trimmed to perfection above tasty-looking lips.

Her perusal didn’t stop there.

His stout neck balanced on wide shoulders that conformed to a broad chest. Since he was seated, her imagination filled in the gaps of the rest of his description. She recalled his long legs from her position on the ground, and his, evidently, excellent physical condition by the trapeze act he’d performed to get her carry-on. Before her sat a man she guessed to be in his midforties, who happened to be one outstanding treat for a woman to behold. Creamy chocolate had nothing on him.

 

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Cowboys at Play 1

 


Lauren Haverfield makes a forward pass and gains possession of a football team full of prospects. Kevin Deller and Darren Banks are the first eligible receivers of Lauren’s affections, but will they face their share of penalties if they score a touchdown and win their team owner’s heart?

The line of scrimmage won’t prevent this dynamic duo from rushing for the ultimate score after Lauren secures team ownership of the Knoxville Soldiers. With big plans and illicit long-term goals, Lauren offers perks and benefits as she renegotiates contracts for the men she wants playing on her field, and in her bed.


Excerpt:

Prologue

She was the kind of woman other women envied, the type of broad that didn’t just turn heads, but she gave them a good spinning. And from the moment Kevin Deller set eyes on her, he wanted her. He desired her even though he knew what having her would potentially cost him.

The price he’d pay didn’t matter.

The only thing Kevin concerned himself with was how Lauren Haverfield made him feel. Whenever she strolled into Cap’s office with her hand out, Kevin’s heart stopped. One glimpse was all it took, and with the 2011 season upon them, he needed to focus on football, not the pussycat purring from the sidelines.

He might as well have a word with the head coach. Maybe he’d tell Cap, the team owner, to keep his ex-fiancée off the damn field.

After spotting the sexy siren entering the stadium, Kevin couldn’t remember the next play they were due to run. A Lauren sighting made him stark crazy. The guys on the offensive line knew it and ribbed him about her on a daily basis.

God forbid if her gaze wandered toward the locker room where all the guys stripped and washed. Most of the fellows didn’t care if Lauren was around or not, but Kevin wasn’t one of them. Oh no, when her eyes were set in motion, it was the only time in a bazillion years that he was the slightest bit modest.

Yeah, he knew his reasons.

He made up his mind a long time ago. If Lauren gaped at the goods between his legs, she’d pay the price and get a ride for the show.

Cap didn’t seem to mind that his pretty young ex pranced in and out of the stadium at will. “Ah hell,” he’d say, “I’ve bought and paid for the broad. Don’t give a damn what she sees now, just as long as I don’t have to hear about it later.”

At one time, Lauren belonged to Cap because Cap made sure he put enough in her pocket to guarantee she stayed loyal to him, lavishing her with the finest of everything. Cap had the money to do it. He’d made a name for himself when he started a conglomerate of sports team franchises.

He also acquired quite the reputation among the ladies which was probably why Lauren broke off the engagement. Cap didn’t seem to notice. His social calendar stayed full, and the hostesses entertaining him were among the most desired women in the world.

Kevin avoided those circles even though he could’ve chosen from any number of beautiful arm ornaments readily available to professional athletes. If rumors were accurate, Kevin was paid more than anyone on his boss’s payroll, which appealed to the typical groupie, but only one gal held his attention and now Lauren was a free agent. Still, Cap wouldn’t want her in bed with one of his top earners. Kevin sort of believed that piece of gossip held some truth.

Besides, Kevin realized a long time ago relationships never lasted forever, so why mess up a good thing all for a romp across the mattress? Unless, of course, he could bargain with Lauren for a little discretion and some part-time lovin’, but then, Kevin had a feeling, forever would come with a price tag he’d never be able to afford.

He still wanted her all the same and maybe even more.

Temptation possessed an alluring name. Lauren Haverfield was the forbidden fruit dangling in front of him with a promise of pure carnal sinning. His fellow players weren’t short on opportunities to taunt him, and they should have teased him. He gave them plenty of ammunition. He acted like a young man in search of a first fuck rather than a grown adult who knew what to do with the hardened tool of maturity.

The ball snapped, and he fumbled. “Ah shit,” he grumbled, staring at his wide receiver who was smirking back at him. Hell, ninety percent of the players on that field wanted a trip to Lauren’s bed.

It was only a matter of time. Soon, Kevin Deller would take one for the team. Whether or not Cap would employ him after the fact was the question.

Kevin reached a decision right then. He didn’t care either way. There were other teams. There was only one Lauren.

ONE FOR THE TEAM

Copyright © 2011 by Natalie Acres
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Wednesday's Words for October 3, 2012

Autumn has a special scent in the air, a certain something that tells you, as a creature of this planet, that summer has waned and soon the winter winds will blow. The sky is a paler blue now, and the days have shortened. It’s a time for preparing for what’s to come, and finishing off projects begun in the spring.

It’s the time of the harvest.

The scent of autumn always calls to my nostalgic self. When I was a kid, autumn was the time of canning and homemade soup slowly simmering on the stove, of rosy cheeks from brisk walks.

I loved walking and did a lot of it. We lived in what, growing up, I considered an extremely rural community. There was a country store just a mile down the road, but the nearest town was about six miles away. As a teen, I routinely walked to town if I wanted to go to a movie, or go shopping. There was no public transportation, and my Mom’s taxi only went one way—my choice which way, but I figured I’d rather have the ride home at the end of my excursion.

Autumn was the time when school resumed—we always started our school year the day after Labor Day—and it was the time when, at least in my family, it was all hands on standby for that first frost warning.

My mother, you see, had a vegetable garden. Did you have one? Now, I need to tell you something about my mother’s garden—the one that became mine for a few years after she passed and we moved into that house.

This garden measured 25 feet wide by about 75 feet long. Each spring, one of the neighboring farmers came with his tractor to first plow and then disk this patch of earth for us.

By the way, we lived on top of the Niagara Escarpment, and the quarry (yes the one where my beloved still works) was just down the road, not even a quarter mile away. The significance of this fact is that every year, after the plowing and disking, the first chore of gardening was gathering all the new rocks that had come to the surface.

My mother grew tomatoes and peppers (mostly green peppers) green beans, yellow beans, and potatoes, cucumbers, squash, and corn. At my mother’s knee I learned not to plant the various varieties of squash too close together—especially the cucumbers and the watermelons—and to put the corn in the west end of the garden.

The most prolific of my mother’s crops were tomatoes, potatoes and cucumbers.

When the first frost warnings came—for the milder frosts—we had to go out and “cover” the plants still bearing fruit. This was an exercise that involved old bed sheets, opened paper bags, and those rocks we’d dug out in the spring. But then, the day would come, when mother would announce that it was time to harvest the garden.

She had a portable double-tub wash tub that we used inside for laundry but which also served as the washing station for the harvest. The tub would be hauled out; the hose would be employed; and the vessel filled with the coldest damn water you ever had your hands in.

I swear, that is my biggest memory, how cold my hands got scrubbing the potatoes and the cucumbers, especially. Yeah, there were such things as rubber gloves in those days, but there was no way in hell my mother would get those for me. And since I was the youngest—I would have been about 10 or 11 at the time—I couldn’t be expected to dig, or pick, or lift baskets and baskets full of produce. But I could wield a scrub brush like nobody’s business, and I did.

Potatoes were set to dry on a sheet spread out on the grass. They had to dry before you could store them. The cucumbers were set into baskets, having been sorted for size. Smaller ones became dills, medium ones, sweet pickles. The larger ones and I had a date later, because they needed to be sliced, the seeds culled out, and the left over veggie put through the grinder, as the first step of making green pickle relish.

Nothing went to waste; everything was used. What wasn’t canned or turned into a preserve, was frozen. Those scooped seeds were tossed into the compost pile out back. I never really understood when I was a child, but looking back from where I am now, I realize that garden fed us. As my mother at that point was a single mom, supporting three kids on a nurse’s salary that in the day was meager, that garden was a God-send.

If I ever get back to the country, you can be sure I will once more have a garden. Although it won’t be quite as ambitious a one as my mother owned.

And you can also be sure that when it comes time to harvest, I’ll corral my grandchildren. Some lessons are worth passing on.

Love,
Morgan
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Cassidy Lyons is forced to face a world where fantasy and reality collide. After witnessing Patrick shift into her red wolf, she’s scared and confused. But his raw sexuality and dominant aura keep luring her back. Can she accept that her lover is one of the forest’s deadliest predators?

Patrick’s not impressed that the rest of his pack refuses to come clean with Cassidy. He’s the odd man out after volunteering to reveal his wolf. It wasn’t the magical experience he’d hoped for, only acting to tear them apart. After spending a lifetime carrying a deep-seated hatred of humans, he’s ready to do anything to win his little human back.

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Patrick always got the short end of the stick. He’d volunteered to be the one to challenge the Rockford wolves so that Cassidy didn’t have to witness the entire pack shift at once. Now she fucking hated him.

She’d developed a close relationship with the other members of his pack, but he kept holding back. He could lose her…or himself. Garret hadn’t officially marked her, which was part of the reason they were in this situation in the first place. If his alpha really expected to claim the human girl, he should have transitioned her into their world long ago.

Now Patrick was the monster. She still sidled up to Evan, so he obviously hadn’t manned up to the truth. Patrick was stuck explaining everything, and he’d never been good with words. Cassidy was naked, smelled sweet, and his territorial nature was off the charts. The more she pulled away from him, the more his wolf demanded he stake his claim.

“I know you remember me,” he said. “My wolf remembers you.” He ran the backs of his fingers along her jawline, savoring the soft femininity of her skin.

She cringed every time he touched her.

“I’ll never hurt you, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

He tilted her chin up so she’d have to meet his gaze. Patrick knew his eyes would have a slightly inhuman glow, even in his human form.

“I remember,” she whispered.

“Do you remember running your hands through my wolf’s fur? Were you afraid then?”

She shook her head, still looking in his eyes.

“He likes you. A lot. He claws within me all the time, demanding I keep you close, keep you safe.”

“He?”

Patrick smiled. “My wolf. He lives inside me, only allowed to be free when I shift forms. And know that he’d never harm you, not a hair.”

When a tear slipped from her eye, he felt a sense of deep-seated relief. She didn’t hate him. She was just distraught.

“I don’t know what to think.”

“You have to allow yourself to accept things you were taught are fiction. That’s not easy to do.”

“Does everyone know?”

All her lovers were shape-shifters. He closed his eyes for a moment, wondering how to break the news to her, and if it would be too much for her naïve mind to handle. “It’s a carefully guarded secret. Only my closest friends know the truth.”

“I should have known this was too good to be true,” she said.

“What was?”

“That five amazing men would actually fall in love with a nobody like me. I’ve never had a place I belonged…until I came to Climax. Now I don’t know anything.”

He took her hand and held it to his heart. “Do you feel that? I’m a flesh-and-blood man.”

Patrick and emotional declarations did not go hand in hand. He lived in the moment, kept his inner demons in check, and played his role in the pack. Emotion led to weakness, and he wouldn’t leave himself so vulnerable ever again. Although he never expected to find a mate, he’d follow the lead of the alpha. If Garret marked her for the pack, he’d accept it. But were his feelings for Cassidy just sparked by the possessive nature of his wolf, or were they more complex? Could he actually love the little human, trust her with his heart? He’d vowed never to put confidence in a human being again, and since their females were the only potential mates for a shifter, Patrick never expected to find love.

Already Cassidy had proved fickle, turning away from him as he’d expected she would when discovering his secret. The day by the river was engraved in his memory, one of the happiest in his life. To have Cassidy look upon his wolf with adoration and acceptance was more powerful than an illicit drug. Apparently her affection didn’t extend to shape-shifters. But he could never be just a man or just a wolf. He was torn between two worlds, forced to find balance when society didn’t even know his kind existed.

“Do you still feel the same about me?”

“I feel the same as I always have,” he said simply. “You’re the one I worry about.”

Maybe he’d just let Garret handle her. Once she received the love bite, it would act as a bonding agent, connecting them on an intimate level. Any fears or misgivings she had for their wolfen heritage would subside.

“Sometimes I just want to close my eyes and never wake up. I’m tired, Patrick. My life has been a roller-coaster ride since I moved to Climax.”

“The ride is half the fun.” He wrapped one arm around the small of her back, pulling her flush to his body. This time she didn’t fight.

“But what does it all mean? What happens to us now?”

He kissed her forehead, trying to think of ways to reassure her. “Nothing has to change. The only difference is you’ll know I’m capable of defending you—under any circumstances.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Close your eyes. Relax.” Matthew spread her legs apart, tugging her so she lay flatter. The first swipe of his tongue up her moist folds made her gasp aloud. She felt the trickle of fluid escape as her body ignited. When he settled over her clit, it was a mix of relaxation and pressure building in her pussy. She knew any one of her men would stay with her until she orgasmed, never leaving her unsatisfied. There was no need for her to feel rushed or anxious. All she had to do was drift away and enjoy every skilled movement of Matthew’s tongue.

“What if he doesn’t come back?” She didn’t know how she could remember her own name, never mind her current predicament. Patrick just weighed so heavily on her mind.

“Garret will make sure he does.”

Evan and some of the others may hang off every word Garret uttered, but Travis and Patrick had always been ones to turn a deaf ear. What if Patrick refused to return? She should have talked with him about her fears and doubts rather than waiting until he was gone. Cassidy imagined he’d have some of his own insecurities. It would be difficult fitting into regular society when he was something that shouldn’t exist in the civilized world. If she claimed to care so much about him, she should be by his side through any trial.

“But—”

Travis cupped her breasts from behind, rolling the pads of his thumbs over her beaded nipples. The combined stimulation was enough to shut her up for the time being. Her men always seemed to work some magical spell over her, making her insatiable. They were so good to look at, rough and ready, all brawn and muscle.

“You smell like sex,” said Travis. “I thought you were afraid of Patrick.”

“I–I was. I mean, I am. No, I’m not.”

Matthew never stopped suckling her, bringing her higher and higher. She didn’t want to talk or think, not now. Even if she was fully cognizant, her own feelings were a mystery to her. Patrick was a werewolf. How could she digest that in one day?

“Did he fuck you harder? Was there a difference in his cock?”

“What?”

“He’s not fully human. You must have noticed a difference,” said Travis.

“No, he hasn’t changed.”

Her declaration made her think. Maybe her ménage relationship could work, including Patrick. Maybe being part wolf wasn’t much more outlandish than being a citizen of Climax. Rules of the norm didn’t seem to apply here.

“Good girl. Don’t forget it.” Travis reached down to free his cock, thrusting her up for a moment. Matthew rose to his knees, his eyes glazed over, his lips swollen. He looked hungry, reminding her of a wolf. She shook her head, dismissing her obsessive thoughts.

“Fuck me,” she said. Her men had her body thrumming with need. A steady pulse beat deep within her walls. She yearned to be filled, to be fucked by two cocks at once. Cassidy knew she was addicted to being double-teamed. There was nothing quite like it. She yearned for the sensation of being full to overflowing, every cell stimulated at once, with two powerful men sharing her body.

“She learns fast. We didn’t even need to spank her,” said Matthew. He rose to his feet to collect the salve they kept in the cabin. Just knowing it would be used to prepare a cock to breach her ass sent her spiraling toward a spontaneous orgasm. She clamped down hard, feeling empty and anxious.

“Not yet,” said Travis. “She may give us trouble yet.”

Matthew handed him the small jar. Travis shifted her to the side as he lubed up his hefty cock. In a minute she’d be sitting on it and couldn’t wait.

“I want it,” she whined.

“You’re right,” said Matthew. “She’s trouble.”

“Up.” Travis helped her rise up high enough to fit over his erection. As he lowered her down, his hands supporting her weight, she reached down and helped guide his lubed cock into her asshole. He was so slippery, and he could easily slip into her pussy, but that entrance was reserved for Matthew. He’d done an amazing job readying her, helping her forget her worries and just enjoy the moment.

She moaned as she exhaled—a deep, satisfied sound that filled the small cabin. There was nothing quite like having her ass filled, thousands of unique cells sparking to life.

“Nice. You can take my whole cock nicely now, sugar.” Travis held her close, her back to his chest. He gave her time to adjust once she was fully seated. Every second that passed brought her closer and closer to a new realm, one where nothing mattered but fucking.

“I like it.” She wriggled slightly, needing to feel all those thick inches rub against the inside of her ass. After the ordeal she’d endured, she wanted it hard, rough, and dirty. Exactly the kind of sex her Gregor miners were capable of giving her.

“Do you want more, Cassidy? Can you handle two of us?”

Even though she’d recently had sex with Patrick, she was ready for more. She nodded, licking her lips in invitation. Matthew leaned forward and kissed her lips. He dominated her mouth, his tongue delving in, playing with hers. Her ass began to spasm around Travis’s cock as her excitement increased.

Matthew impaled her pussy with two fingers. She was tight, Travis’s cock taking up so much room inside her. He managed to hit her G-spot effortlessly, making her completely wanton.

“Oh God, just give it to me. The real thing.”

“Sorry, I’m not sure what you want.” Matthew continued to finger-fuck her, Travis’s cock swelling inside her ass. She was going to lose it any minute if they didn’t help her reach her peak.

“Your cock! I want it inside me.”

“Where do you want it?” He trailed those searing kisses down the side of her neck.

“My cunt.”

“That’s right,” he said. “I love my dirty girl.”

Angelic Forecast ~ #213

But, wait... if I'm still dreaming, what is really happening? Is there a lion, or not?

When my eyes open, it takes me several moments to understand my dream was real. My hand is resting on the lion's side, and I feel the rise and fall of the great beast's chest.

"Dhuroth?" I ask.

"No, my beloved."

My gaze quickly swings to my lion man. He stands framed by the arched entrance to the room I am in.

"However, Jharx, his nickname, is a friend for many years now." Dhuroth strides toward me in that latent-power way of his that I love.

"Jharx," I say as the lion stretches his great body beside me. Because he seems to want me pet him, I stroke his side as he yawns.

"He has arrived to meet you, and to impart some vital information he has recently learned." Dhuroth lowers himself next to me. "I see how much he is enjoying the touch of your hand. Aren't you?"

Dark, gold-splintered eyes regard me. 'I am," I hear.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The ancient wisdom of The Dragon surfaces in the mass consciousness of the 'the people' at this critical time in the year, 2012. *Wise up, Rise up* will become the universal meme for those who choose "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness".

October surprises ~ the theme for the month and especially for this first week.  This will be on the world stage and also in your personal life. Likely there will be as many GOOD surprises as 'bad' surprises. It's a balancing act between the benevolent forces and the soulless ones, who would destroy the human race.

On the personal front, this time is a key turning point for many in the area of relationships. Where there has been an ongoing conflict, likely there will either be a good resolution, an 'understanding' reached... or, the relationship will effectively end.

This is important for the future. Given the times ahead, solid relationships are a must. Think: being stranded on a deserted island. Who would you want to be with?

Of course, LOVE is always the sweet cosmic glue, the binding force between all of us human beings. Keep in mind, at this time, 'The Good, Good Vibrations Bombardment'... direct from the angelic realms... is continuing full force. Welcome these loving vibrations.

On the truth front, this month TRUTH blazes brightly across the planet, larger than ever. Meanwhile, the corp-gov criminalization of the people progresses far beyond what many of us ever thought possible.

However, denial of this reality becomes the real enemy. For, only knowing 'the truth' will set us free. We cannot STOP what we keep hidden from ourselves. Thus, every act of courage owns the super power of a star, one that brilliantly lights the way for all of us.

On the AWAKENING front, the golden age of KNOWING is here. This means we as the human race are 'awakening' to what the Controllers have secreted away.  For century upon century, like murderous thieves in the night, THEY have stolen our true heritage.

Gold as a commodity may have a certain material value. However, the GOLD within us all, is becoming aware of our true potential and WHO we truly are as the beloveds of the Divine. We are the golden ones.

Further, within this time of AWAKENING, the *false prophets* are now exposed. THOSE who are using and abusing humanity in this way, are found everywhere on the planet, from every walk of life, and from every belief system.

As well, the dark-siders will be bringing forth 'messiah-like' prophets. THEIR intent is to hijack the harmony of the Aquarian Age, and replace it with the hive mind. To protect you and your loved ones, use good sense and your inner discernment.

On the economic front, the corporate stranglehold on the world becomes so obvious to so many, now rises a new breed of individuals determined to slay this dragon of unmitigated greed and corruption.

The cyber warriors will be one group within this 'new breed'. While many already battle in this realm called the worldwide web, their ranks will now grow exponentially.

This week, and for the following month, the stock market, and the economy worldwide, is likely to take a beating, then shoot skyward -- like a 'supposedly' resurrected phoenix. All this 'up and down' is for the sake of political expediency, and to keep 'the people' off kilter. And deeply afraid.

The ongoing manipulation of the economy by the bankster gangster crowd is, of course, also for their own vampire-greedy purposes, and will reach a new level of evil this week. THEY want to suck 'the people' dry.

Remember, the only thing that matters during these times is what you've stocked up on, what you have in your possession, what is usable to you -- and who your friends are.

On the war front, straight out of their evil bag o' tricks, the new world order psychopaths will use several large false flag events to stir the cauldron of war. This, as the month of October progresses.

This week, look for the threat of 'no oil' from the Mideast to be used as a means to rile up the people, and get them on the side of the establishment. This will fail for the most part.

On the home front, as non-issue, idiocracy news rules the mainstream media, more and more people will continue to look for, and rely on alternative sources. Now, a new breed of journalist muckraker rises from the ashes of the lying, dying corp-gov news empire.

On the food front, Farm workers needed! Sadly, there are small speciality farmers who can't find workers, even though they're willing to pay top dollar. This is not from a lack of available talent, but because of the black-widow grip the welfare system has on the people.

Get smart, those of you who are able bodied. Take advantage of this opportunity, and learn how to grow food. Nothing will be more valuable in the future. Nothing.

On the land changes front, BREAKING NEWS: NASA/NOAA Sends Geomagnetic Storm "WARNING" ~

"This is the second strong warning the space and atmospheric agencies have put out for cycle 24. Several coronal mass ejections (CMEs) along with coronal hole and filament discharges have been produced over the last 72 hours. The cumulative effect of these events has caused an unexpected alert. The status of this event has been placed as a G3 'Strong' event. Sep 30, 2012 - 11:37:07 PM"

And, from last week's forecast: "certain changes on the sun will cause a huge disturbance in the Earth force. For the future, this blast of solar frequency will cause some positive genetic alterations in the animal population."

On the energy front, this is a confusing picture right now. For one thing, the dark-side factions are in-fighting over how fast THEY will severely limit energy usage -- in their bid for complete control of the people. Meanwhile, inventions are hot and heavy, but the inventors of these energy devices have no 'good' way to enter the general marketplace.

To state once again: "Consider setting up a backup energy system -- any kind you can manage."

On the paranormal front, CONTACT is escalating. Contact with good angelic beings, contact with time travelers -- contact with extraterrestrials and inner-terrestrials. For, the time has come to free the human race from the Controllers

On the really bad news front, MANY will now be 'feeling' the diabolical matrix of imprisonment that has been setup by the dark-side globalists. Some individuals will go wild trying to break free. Sadly, this also means others will free themselves by taking their lives. That, instead of battling back against their sinister, soulless captors.

Also, look for the downsizing of the economy to take a bigger toll on the people.

On the good news front, the theme is Creativity Unleashed ~ The Time is Now.

Most everyone on the Mother Earth will be awash in this vibe. To what degree depends on how open we are to becoming a purely creative being.

Across the planet, there will be leaps and bounds in creativity, as has been spoken about before. This means, of course, not only within artist personality types, but creativity begins to reign over every aspect of our lives. Also, those who haven't demonstrated much creativity will now do so, and some of them will leap to the forefront.

If you desire, intentionally open yourself to this new cosmic vibe, then watch what happens. You might be in for a very nice surprise.

To quote from a previous forecast: "For, we 'the people' are resonating to the new cosmic frequencies of the Aquarian Age, and our genetic structure is being activated, enhanced. We are becoming new beings."

On the freedom front, HEADLINE: Secession! Lakota Sioux Nation Leaves The Union! *“We are no longer citizens of the United States of America and all those who live in the five-state area that encompasses our country are free to join us,” long-time Native American radical leader Russell Means said.*

As stated in the prior forecast: "From this point forward, renegades will rise from every corner of the Earth, and be from all walks of life. Now, the angels awaken these brave fierce ones to their true destiny. For, the time has come to claim liberty for ALL."

AND, SO IT BEGINS.

Trendwise, there will be a seismic shift in the undercurrents of society as the people awaken to the truth and their power. This will be noticeable in the behavioral changes of those around you.

This trend only escalates, as said in a previous forecast: "Right now, there are several undercurrents rising more and more to the surface. As the AWAKENING soars, the rise of the renegade, the rise of the magician, the rise of the feminine, and the rise of the artist, will be in direct conflict with the agenda of the soulless ones. These global elite, as they are sometimes called, will tighten the reins of their tyranny.

This tightening will be enforced by an increased use of the military, and come in the form of  severe economic controls. At this time, freedom is in a fight for its very life. In the year, 2012, freedom will stand or fall. It's all up to humanity, and those who are assisting humanity to live free."

This week as you enjoy Autumn, share your wisdom with a child, and with all those who come to you. For, you are the wisdom bearer now. 

 Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

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It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

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