I just finished a lovely 4 day weekend. Well, it was lovely except for the 3 people who died. One was a long time co-worker, who was only 37 years old, another was an old high school friend who was only 58, and the third was an old family friend who died at age 86.  It’s always too young, but Erica and Bobby were far too young. I have to admit it really got me down. When I am down like that I like to jump into a book, or several books, and this weekend was the same. I read 8 books from Friday through Monday. I enjoyed all of them, but Crazy by Eve Langlais  Real Men Snarl by Celia Kyle  Not His Dragon by Annie Nicholas and Fire in His Spirit by Ruby Dixon were my favorites. Of course Blind Beast Mate was interesting too. These are all in KIndle Unlimited. I finally broke down and tried the free month. I probably won’t read enough KU to make it worthwhile, but for this month it definitely is.

Do you do that? Dive into a book for comfort when things suck? You might enjoy these too.

All that pity party reading means I didn’t do as much writing as I wanted to. I started the first love scene in Gina’s Wolf but I didn’t have the heart to finish it. I’ll need to do a significant re-write since my grieving mood didn’t put me in a good place for writing a love scene. But here is what there is, plus the first little bit of Chapter 7 from last week. Hopefully I’ll feel more motivated and will get this written with lots of good emotion and connection between Gina and Cole.

Chapter 7

The room Rose and Carla showed her to wasn’t large, and the bed dominated the furnishings, but there space on the floor for Cole to sleep on. There was even a thick rug, so he wouldn’t be sleeping on the hard, wooden floor.

“You’re in the guest section of the house,” Rose said breezily. “Stone and the other men from the clan are on either side of you. Taye and Carla are on the third floor, with their daughter, Patia. Sky and I are in a room on the other side of the mezzanine.”

What Gina had seen of the house exceeded her expectations of grandeur. The large kitchen led to a small dining room that opened to grand rooms meant for paying guests. A wide staircase swept up from the ground floor in a magnificent curve of polished wood to a second level where the guestrooms were.

President Todd’s mansion was comparable in grandeur, but not as warm or friendly. Even high-ranking guests didn’t stay in the house. But here, the second floor had six rooms which were normally rented out. The Wolfe family were a different kind of guest; they had all the rights and privileges of family, not paying boarders. Everyone took it for granted that she was included in the Wolfe family. It made her feel funny, in a warm way.

“Do you have any luggage?” Carla asked.

Gina shook her head. “I, uh, that is, I hadn’t planned on, uh…”

“That’s okay. We’ll find you some stuff.” Carla waved that off. “You know I’m dying to hear the whole story about you and Colby, but you must be exhausted. Do you want a shower before you go to bed? That’s fine. I’ll run get one of my sleep shirts for you, and my daughter has extra clothes she can share. You’re about the same size. I’ll be right back.”

Cole’s mom turned toward the door but paused and whirled back around to give Gina a hard hug. “I’m so glad you’re here. Be right back!”

She was back in three minutes with an armful of clothes and a girl with long rumpled hair the color of a walnut shell.  Not a girl, Gina realized. In spite of her slender built, she must be around twenty, only a year or two younger than she was.

“I’m Patia,” she announced ebulliently. “Cole’s sister. Are you really his mate?”

Gina’s mouth fell open.

“Hypatia,” her moth said warningly. “Gina has been walking all night. She needs to rest.”

“I know, I know.” The girl smiled, showing off dimples. “I just had to meet her right away, before…” Her smiled dimmed. “Before I go visit Ray.”

A flash of memory struck Gina like a fist. She had met a handsome young man named Ray at the coffee shop where she worked. He was on the train the day her stepfather’s men came. Gina clamped her jaw tightly. They had shot him along with every other man on the train.

Patia’s smile bloomed again, a little forced. “We have to talk tonight. I can give you all kinds of ammunition to use against my brother when he does his impression of a dictator. Which, I’m sure you’ll find out, is almost all the time. But really, he’s a sweetheart. You’ll want to kill him just about every day. I do. But the rest of the time will make up for it.”

“Thank you.” Surprised and a little grateful by Patia’s words, Gina smiled. “I think I’ve already found out that I’ll need some ammunition.”

Patia laughed. “So you haven’t accepted him yet?”

All three of the Wolfe women seemed suddenly very interested in the answer.

“Not yet. I barely know him.”

“You will,” Patia said, some of her sunny effervescence back. “Get to know him, I mean. You know, even when I want to strangle him, I love him. I bet you will, too.”

Want to strangle him? Already been there. Not knowing what to say, Gina just smiled.

Mrs. Wolfe ―Gina cut herself off. All these Mrs. Wolfes were confusing. If Gina accepted Cole she would be another Mrs. Wolfe. There are worse things to be, she reminded herself. For instance, one of many, many Mrs. Allersens. Carla shooed her daughter off to get dressed and laid out the clothes she had brought for Gina. She and Rose pointed out the bathing room at the corner of the mezzanine hall, wished her good sleep, and left.

Not sure of how much hot water was available, Gina showered and dried off in record time, scurried back to her room, changed into a crisp cotton nightgown trimmed in lace, and got into the soft bed. She barely had time to enjoy the soft mattress, the warmth of the quilts, and the sense of safety before she fell blissfully into sleep.

She didn’t know how long she slept before the knowledge that she wasn’t alone in the bed penetrated the waves of sleep that buried her. The thick drapes over the window kept out most of the sun, but not all. When she craned her head to look at the bed behind her she was able to make out Colby’s body curled around her own. Outrage stiffened her back. That just pressed his face tighter against the back of her neck. He must have moved her hair aside at some point, because his cheek was warm against the skin of her neck.

She swallowed. That felt kind of … nice. Cautiously, one centimeter at a time, she turned her head to look at him. He was outside the blankets, bare chested, but wearing the same too big jeans. One of his arms lay heavy over her waist. The muscle under the smooth golden skin fascinated her. She pressed back, barely moving to keep from waking him, trying to feel more of his oddly exciting warmth against her back. Her heart picked up speed.

This was wrong. Not being in the same bed with a man ―well, a little of that― but if he tried to feel her out while she was sleeping she would be angry. Maybe he would be angry if she took advantage of him while he slept?

Oops. He wasn’t asleep any more. His head was raised, those deep dark eyes open and fixed on her. She swallowed. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

His gravelly voice gave her goosebumps. She swallowed again.

“Did you sleep well?”

Crap. She hadn’t meant to say that. She should have asked him what the heck he was doing in bed when he should be on the floor. But she didn’t want him on the floor. She wanted him here. She wanted… Without thinking about it, she twisted so she was on her other side, facing him, and put her lips against his.

Anything he might have said in reply to her question –what was her question again?—went unsaid. The arm he’d had over her waist lifted so his hand could frame her face and pull her closer. She forgot everything except the wild thrill of having his lips on hers. The thrill grew when he opened his mouth to lick over her lips. Somehow, and she honestly wasn’t sure how, she found herself on her back with him lying over her. She clutched his hair as he kissed his way from her mouth to her throat and back to her mouth. He buried her in sweet, wet heat that made her breathing hitch and her heart pound.

Even through her nightgown, two quilts and his jeans, she felt his erection pressing against her. Gina had been sheltered and she didn’t have any personal experience with lovemaking, but she wasn’t totally ignorant either. All the heat his kisses had kindled in her rushed to the place between her thighs. She knew what was digging into her. Her own response to his heat and weight was to let her thighs part a little. It felt amazingly good.

Some of the haze of passion cleared when he tugged the covers down a few inches and cupped his hand around her breast through the nightgown. His mother’s nightgown. Yikes. What was she doing?

“Sweet mate,” he groaned.

She coughed, trying to grab the tattered remains of her sanity. “”Um, Cole.” She blew out a breath. “I only meant to say hi.”

His eyes were heavy-lidded when he raised his head to look at her. “You did say hi,” he purred. “And then you kissed me.”

Her breast seemed perfectly happy to have him caress it. “Yeah. Um.”

His hand stilled. “Do you want me to stop?”

I don’t have a lot new that moves the story forward this week, because I got some excellent feedback at my last local critique group meeting so have been busy making some revisions.  I just want to say how much i love these gals in Word Weavers. They are always complimentary, but never fake, and don’t hesitate to kindly point out where things can be made better. I would not be where I am today without Mary Jean Adams, Tina Holland, Michelle Kent, LF (who is a very private person and prefers to remain anonymous online), and Kat Smith. Word Weavers is down a few members and we are looking for other writers to join us. We write mostly romance, fantasy, sci fi, flash fiction, poetry and women’s fiction, so we are looking for female writers in those genres. If you are in the Fargo Moorhead area and are looking for a local crit group, shoot me an email at maddy@maddybarone.com. maybe you’d like to meet us and see if we would be a good fit.

Meanwhile, here is the next little bit in Gina’s Wolf. To make up for the shortness this week, I am posting a pic that is somewhat like the upper floor of the Limit.

Enjoy!

Chapter 7

The room Rose and Carla showed her to wasn’t large, and the bed dominated the furnishings, but there space on the floor for Cole to sleep on. There was even a thick rug, so he wouldn’t be sleeping on the hard, wooden floor.

“You’re in the guest section of the house,” Rose said breezily. “Stone and the other men from the clan are on either side of you. Taye and Carla are on the third floor, with their daughter, Patia. Sky and I are in a room on the other side of the mezzanine.”

What Gina had seen of the house exceeded her expectations of grandeur. The large kitchen led to a small dining room that opened to grand rooms meant for paying guests. A wide staircase swept up from the ground floor in a magnificent curve of polished wood to a second level where the guestrooms were.

President Todd’s mansion was comparable in granduer, but not as warm or friendly. Even high-ranking guests didn’t stay in the house. But here, the second floor had six rooms which were normally rented out. The Wolfe family were a different kind of guest; they had all the rights and privileges of family, not paying boarders. Everyone took it for granted that she was included in the Wolfe family. It made her feel funny, in a warm way.

“Do you have any luggage?” Carla asked.

Gina shook her head. “I, uh, that is, I hadn’t planned on, uh…”

“That’s okay. We’ll find you some stuff.” Carla waved that off. “You know I’m dying to hear the whole story about you and Colby, but you must be exhausted. Do you want a shower before you go to bed? That’s fine. I’ll run get one of my sleep shirts for you, and my daughter has extra clothes she can share. You’re about the same size. I’ll be right back.”

Cole’s mom turned toward the door but paused and whirled back around to give Gina a hard hug. “I’m so glad you’re here. Be right back!”

She was back in three minutes with an armful of clothes and a girl with long rumpled hair the color of a walnut shell.  Not a girl, Gina realized. In spite of her slender built, she must be around twenty, only a year or two younger than she was.

“I’m Patia,” she announced ebulliently. “Cole’s sister. Are you really his mate?”

Gina’s mouth fell open.

“Hypatia,” her moth said warningly. “Gina has been walking all night. She needs to rest.”

“I know, I know.” The girl smiled, showing off dimples. “I just had to meet her right away, before…” Her smiled dimmed. “Before I go visit Ray.”

A flash of memory struck Gina like a fist. She had met a handsome young man named Ray at the coffee shop where she worked. He was on the train the day her stepfather’s men came. Gina clamped her jaw tightly. They had shot him along with every other man on the train.

Patia’s smile bloomed again, a little forced. “We have to talk tonight. I can give you all kinds of ammunition to use against my brother when he does his impression of a dictator. Which, I’m sure you’ll find out, is almost all the time. But really, he’s a sweetheart. You’ll want to kill him just about every day. I do. But the rest of the time will make up for it.”

“Thank you.” Surprised and a little grateful by Patia’s words, Gina smiled. “I think I’ve already found out that I’ll need some ammunition.”

Patia laughed. “So you haven’t accepted him yet?”

All three of the Wolfe women seemed suddenly very interested in the answer.

“Not yet. I barely know him.”

“You will,” Patia said, some of her sunny effervescence back. “Get to know him, I mean. You know, even when I want to strangle him, I love him. I bet you will, too.”

Want to strangle him? Already been there. Not knowing what to say, Gina just smiled.

Mrs. Wolfe ―Gina cut herself off. All these Mrs. Wolfes were confusing. If Gina accepted Cole she would be another Mrs. Wolfe. There are worse things to be, she reminded herself. For instance, one of many, many Mrs. Allersens. Carla shooed her daughter off to get dressed and laid out the clothes she had brought for Gina. She and Rose pointed out the bathing room at the corner of the mezzanine hall, wished her good sleep, and left.

Not sure of how much hot water was available, Gina showered and dried off in record time, scurried back to her room, changed into a crisp cotton nightgown trimmed in lace, got into the soft bed, and fell blissfully into sleep.

Look, I didn’t forget to post the teaser on Tuesday!

Honestly, I almost did forget, but luckily I remembered in time.  This is a little rough and I think I’ll make some changes during revisions, because one character doesn’t act like I think she would act. I’ll have to do some thinking about it. But meanwhile, here you go:

“Where are we going?” Cole asked his dad.

“The Limit,” his father replied. “We have rooms there.”

Gina knew of The Limit, although she’d never gone inside. The high-end restaurant and club was outside her budget. She’d seen the outside of the historic mansion that housed the restaurant and had wondered what it was like inside. It looked like she’d get to find out.

At this crazy speed, they reached the posh district in only ten minutes. Sal cruised through a gate in a stone wall and drove up a long driveway.

The house was dark, but as they drove around to the back, Gina saw lights come on in some of the windows.

“Everybody out!” the little driver screamed over the idling motor.

Cole’s dad hopped out and raised his hands to help Gina down. The men poured out of the back of the truck. Sal roared off toward a stable turned garage before the tail gate was closed. The sound of the heavy metal door banging against the truck faded quickly.

Cole took her hand and led her into the house. The rest of the men trooped in after them. They went through what must have been a mudroom, although it was too dark to see it clearly. The next room was a large kitchen. A light flipped on, dazzling Gina’s eyes. A voice quavering with age spoke.

“Mr. Wolfe? What are you doing up? It’s not dawn yet. Even the cook isn’t up yet. Couldn’t you sleep?”

The woman who spoke was tiny with a puff of silver hair rising around her head like a halo. Going by the wrinkles on her face, her age must be great. There was a younger woman on her left, probably around forty or so, with dark blond hair brushing her shoulders. A slightly older woman with long brown hair was on her right. That woman’s eyes were fixed on Cole with tears gleaming on her lashes.

Cole’s dad spoke respectfully. “We went out to find my son, Ms. Mary.” He nodded to the younger woman. “Rose said she knew where he was.”

The old lady turned to her youngest companion. “You are so clever, my dear.”

Rose smiled, nodding at Ms. Mary, but her gaze turned quickly to Cole, and then Gina. The third woman launched herself at Cole, clenching her arms around him. He let go of Gina’s hand to hug her hard.

“Colby,” she said over and over. “Colby. Colby, you’re alive.”

“Mom. I’m alright. What are you doing here?” He lifted his cheek from her hair to glare at his dad. “This isn’t a good place for her. Or Aunt Rose.”

“Or your sister?” His father gave a faint grin.

Cole’s mouth dropped open and snapped closed. “Patia is here? Dad, it’s not safe.”

“If you think I could have kept your mother home when you were lost and maybe dead, then you don’t know her. And your sister is frantic with worry about her mate.” He went to his wife and son to join in a group hug.

Gina stepped back to give them room. One of the naked men behind brushed past her to hug Rose. Gina primly averted her eyes, but not before she saw the strong line of his back and the curve of his muscled butt.

“Well.” Ms. Mary cleared her throat loudly. “I’m very happy you found your son. But it is time you gentlemen put on some clothes. The kitchen staff will be here in a few minutes and they are too young to see such a thrilling sight.”

Gina choked trying to stifle the giggle that flew into her throat. The men behind her made a hasty retreat to the mud room.

The old lady came and took Gina’s hands in her own frail, blue-veined hands. “My dear, you are frozen right down to the bone. Please, come in. Sky, build up the fire in the …” She trailed off, frowning slightly at the man still hugging the blond woman. “Sky, hurry and get dressed. We need to decide where this lovely young lady is going to sleep.”

Cole untangled himself from his parents. “With me,” he said forcefully.

Gina opened her mouth to protest. His mother spoke first, in a hopeful tone. “Did she accept your mate claim?” She turned to Gina. “Did you?”

“No!” said Gina.

Cole’s dad made soothing noises. “Now, sweetheart, there’s no reason for them to be apart. Colby would never take advantage, and it would be a good way for them to get to know one another.” His smile turned roguish. “And it worked for us.”

His wife sniffed. “It did work for us, Taye, but if your mother had been there, what would she have said?”

Taye’s smile fell. “There’s not another room free,” he persisted.

“There is plenty of room,” his wife decreed. “And if not, you and Colby can bunk together, and Colby’s mate and I will share a room.”

Neither Cole or his dad looked happy about that.

The man called Sky suggested, “She could stay in the women’s dormitory in back.”

“No,” said Cole forcibly. “My mate stays with me!”

“Gentlemen,” said Ms. Mary in a thin shout, “go get dressed!”

Too late. Two teenaged girls came into the kitchen, gasped, and broke into red-faced giggles. Taye and the man called Sky hurried past them and disappeared into the house. Ms. Mary took charge.

“Denise, you and Rachel forget you saw anything upsetting and get to work. Make coffee and bring it to my room.”

Gina doubted the girls were upset by what they saw. The big grins on their rosy faces didn’t look upset.

“Ladies,” the old woman said to her, Cole’s mom, and Rose, “follow me.”

In a few minutes, Gina was seated in a delicate chair close to the fire in Ms. Mary’s private sitting room, with Ms. Mary in a matching chair a yard away. Rose had stoked the fire in the grate to a nice blaze, and she and Cole’s mom sat on a padded bench between Gina and Ms. Mary. Cole’s mom gave Gina a blinding smile.

“I am Carla Wolfe,” she said. “Colby’s mom. I am so happy to meet you. How did you and Colby meet? Have you known him long? Are you going to accept him?”

Gina resisted the urge to lean away. “I, uh, I don’t know.”

“Carla, give the girl a minute to breathe,” said Rose. “I’m Rose Wolfe. My mate is Sky. He used to run this house a long time ago.”

Gina blinked and nodded. “I’m Gina Summer. I met Cole at the coffeeshop I worked at.” How long ago? Two weeks? Three? It couldn’t have been four weeks ago. Everything was happening so fast she couldn’t keep up. “I never even knew about werewo—I mean, wolf warriors until a week ago.”

Carla smiled warmly. “I know it can be overwhelming. When Taye won me in a Bride Fight I was scared to death, and there were no other women at the Den, so I felt alone. You don’t have to worry about that. All of us will do everything we can to help you. Now, we can share a room. If you don’t want Colby to bother you, I promise he won’t come near you if you’re with me. You don’t even have to see him if you don’t want to. I’ll take care of you as if you were my own daughter. So, shall we share a room? Or would you like Colby for your roommate?”

Without even considering her options, she blurted, “I want Cole.”

From somewhere in the house a triumphant wolf howl rose.

It’s hard to believe it has been only a week since I got back from RAGT! It feels much longer.  I started the new day job yesterday. It is with the same company, and even the same team. I’m an Operations Coordinator and my main responsibility will be QAing work. Quality Assurance R Us.  I think I will like it when I get settled into the job. This week I have to go into the office every day, which is a big change from rolling out of bed and just walking into the other room. Now I have to get up, take a shower, put “real” clothes on, eat something, and drive to work. Oy!

Ready to get back to the usual weekly snips from Gina’s Wolf? As always, these aren’t edited or even proof read, so please overlook any booboos. Oh, and speaking of booboos, have you see BooBoo Stewart? He’s very young, only twenty-four. I imagine lots of the next generation of the Pack and Clan look like him. Just had to share!

Enjoy the image and the snip!

Chapter Six

The sound of barely controlled terror in his mate’s voice forced more speed from his weary legs. Cole knew his boast that he could take twelve men was an empty one. Deep inside, his wolf cringed at the memory of the pain and confusion that followed the bullet slamming through his head. Omaha was only a mile and a half away, a mere five minute sprint for him if he were rested and not carrying a burden. No, never a burden. Gina was his one chance at love and a family. He would save her. He had to save her. He made his legs to stretch farther and faster. His head throbbed in time with his steps.

The outline of Omaha’s wall was a murky shadow in the dark ahead. So close. Not close enough. The shine of the motorcycle lights gleamed on the road beneath his feet. So close. Too close. He was running, but it was a terrible effort now. His lungs were on fire, his ankles threatened to turn with every step, his arms were clenched around his mate in death grip.

“Drop me,” Gina screamed in his ear. “They won’t hurt me. You can run faster without me.”

He’d already said he would never leave her. He didn’t have enough wind to repeat himself. “No,” he grunted between pants.

The roar of one motorcycle was bare yards behind him now, the others close behind it. His speed was failing. His strength was almost gone. Defeat rose in a bitter wave to crash over his heart. But his mate was clinging to him, breathing in almost silent sobs against his neck, so he spit on defeat and kept running. His legs didn’t want to obey. His feet and thighs screamed with every step. The thought of his mate―his mate!—being forced to marry someone else kept him going. I won’t let them have you, Gina, he swore silently. I will save you or die trying.

It would be better to live, but with Omaha silent in the dark ahead and her stepfather’s army nipping at their heels, death looked more likely.

I failed you, mate. His footsteps were wavering now, his heart close to bursting with exhaustion. I’m sorry. So sorry.

“Put me down,” she begged.

For one moment he considered it. The motorcycles were right on his heels. They would shoot him as soon as they got a clear shot that wouldn’t hurt Gina. If he left her, he could run to Omaha and get help. Or, he thought with disgust,  they’ll pick Gina up and shoot me in the back while I run away. He clenched his teeth. No, if I die, I’ll do it facing my enemy and defending my mate.

New strength rose in him from some deep well he hadn’t known he had. From the corner of his eye he saw the front wheel of a motorcycle drop behind him as he poured on more speed. There was a lone tree by the road a few yards ahead. If he could get there, he could drop Gina to her feet and put her between him and the tree to make a last stand.

A sound rose in the distance. It first it was only an undefined smudge in the dark, but it sharpened, piercing through the roar of motorcycle engines. Cole’s heart leaped. The sweet familiarity of wolf howls turned his desperate despair to fierce joy. He couldn’t spare the breath, but he howled back anyway.

Four footed black shadows flowed in great bounds over the road ahead. Cole doubted if the motorcyclists either saw or heard the wolf warriors coming their way. In the distance, a widening square of light opened in the wall around Omaha. The rumble of trucks joined the howling of the wolves. He laughed in fierce exaltation.

“Cole?” His mate sounded worried. “What?”

The headlights of the motorcycles swerved and swung away.

“We’re saved,” he shouted at her.

She twisted her head to look over his shoulder. “They’re giving up? Why?”

He allowed his speed to slow to a trot, then a walk. “My kin,” he said simply.

“Your…?” Gina twisted to look forward again. When she saw the bobbing lights of the trucks coming from Omaha she gasped. “Oh, my! You can put me down now.”

For a moment he held her closer, savoring her scent. The fear that gave it an acrid tinge was fading. He wasn’t as good with scents as some of the pack, but he detected a sharp edge of embarrassment and unease. The trucks were only half a mile away now, and his cousins were even closer. He dared to brush his lips lightly over her hair before he lowered her to the road.

His mate made futile attempts to smooth her hair. He smiled at her as he tried to control his breathing. She had nearly been captured by the enemy, but she fussed now about her appearance. It made his blood run cold when he thought of how close it had been. His legs trembled so badly from exhaustion he had to hobble to the tree and lean against it. He glanced back down the road they had travelled and saw the red taillights of the motorcycles growing smaller.

They were safe.

Her hat must have fallen off somewhere along their desperate flight. Gina did her best to tidy her hair. She didn’t want to meet her prospective in-laws looking frazzled or bedraggled. Gina could see the trucks were almost here, three of them, with deafeningly loud engines. Was his father driving one of the trucks? Or was it his cousins that she had met in Omaha that day in the coffee shop?

Two of the trucks sped up and went past them, probably in pursuit of the motorcycles. They wouldn’t catch up. The motorcyclists were her stepfather’s crack advance troops. They could go faster than heavy, lumbering trucks. The third truck slowed and rolled to a stop nearby. But her attention was pulled from the truck by the arrival of what seemed like a whole pack of dogs. The headlights of the truck showed the dogs were big, gray, and fierce. She took half a step back and froze when they … shimmered in the dark.

Her mouth gaping open, she stared at the naked men who appeared out of the shimmers. They were equally big and fierce. She closed her mouth and swallowed when the men went from embracing Cole to turning to stare at her.

A two part post tonight. First, I am hitting the road tomorrow morning at 6:00 to head down to Lori Foster’s Annual Reader & Author Get Together. RAGT begins on Thursday afternoon, but it’s about about 14 hour drive from North Dakota to Ohio, so my friend Jessica and I make it a two day trip. I have packed all the things, (I hope) including the charms I an handing out as part of the Sparkling Authors 2018 game. Find each of the seven featured authors, and we will give you a charm. When you have all seven, come find one of us to be entered to win a $100 gift card.

I look forward to this trip every year. If you are going please come find me. I’d love to meet you!

Today’s snip is quite short, but again, this is best stopping place. Well, maybe it’s a little mean to leave you with a bit of a cliffhanger, but I promise in the end Gina and Cole will get their happily ever after. As usual, this is not edited so you will probably find all sorts of typos.  Hope you enjoy it anyway!

Cole swept her up in his arms like a baby and ran faster than before. “Hold on,” he ordered, and for once she obeyed without complaint.

He was warm, but she barely noticed it. His speed was astounding. This was why her stepfather and the vicious major wanted to cut him open. They wanted to know how he could do things like this. She wanted to hide her face against his neck, but she couldn’t tear her eyes from the lights behind them.

“How many, Gina?” he asked, and now she could hear strain in his voice.

She counted the lights bobbing behind them. One, two, four…

“Six,” she shouted. “That’s at least six men, but maybe twelve, if they all have a sidecar.”  That wasn’t likely though, was it? Then again, even six was too many. They would all be armed. Even a wolf with magical speed and strength couldn’t defeat six armed men. The headlamps were growing. The roar of the motors was louder. They couldn’t be more than a mile behind them. “They are getting closer,” she moaned.

“I can take twelve,” he said. His breathing was heavier, a little bit ragged, but his pace stayed the same.

Not if you’re exhausted, she wanted to say. Not if the men on motorcycles had guns. These men wouldn’t hurt her, but they would kill him. “Put me down. You can move faster without me. Go ahead to Omaha and bring back help.”

“Huh.” Derision rang in the grunt. “I’ll never leave you behind. Hang on.”

Somehow, he increased his speed. Being carried by a man running at full speed wasn’t comfortable but she’d rather be squeezed, bruised, and bounced around then be taken back to President Todd and the Allersons. She looked once more over his shoulder. The motorcyclists were close enough now for her to see the round outline of their helmets.

“Hurry, Cole,” she screamed. “They’re right behind us.”

Chapter Six

The sound of barely controlled terror in his mate’s voice forced more speed from his weary legs. Cole knew his boast that he could take twelve men was an empty one. Deep inside, his wolf cringed at the memory of the pain and confusion that followed the bullet through his head. Omaha was only a mile and a half away, a mere five minute sprint for him if he were rested and not carrying a burden. No, never a burden. Gina was his one chance at love and a family. He would save her. He had to save her. He made his legs to stretch farther and faster.

The outline of Omaha’s wall was a murky shadow in the dark ahead. So close. Not close enough. The shine of the motorcycle lights gleamed on the road beneath his feet. So close. Too close. He was running, but it was a terrible effort now. His lungs were on fire, his ankles threatened to turn with every step, his arms were clenched around his mate in death grip.

“Drop me,” Gina screamed in his ear. “They won’t hurt me. You can run faster without me.”

He’d already said he would never leave her. He didn’t have enough wind to repeat himself. “No,” he grunted between pants.

The roar of one motorcycle was bare yards behind him now, the others close behind it. His speed was failing. His strength was almost gone. Defeat rose in a bitter wave to crash over his heart. But his mate was clinging to him, breathing in almost silent sobs against his neck, so he spit on defeat and kept running. His legs didn’t want to obey. His feet and thighs screamed with every step. The thought of his mate―his mate!—being forced to marry someone else kept him going. I won’t let them have you, Gina, he swore silently. I will save you or die trying.

It would be better to live, but with Omaha silent in the dark ahead and the stepfather’s army nipping at their heels, death looked more likely.

I failed you, mate. His footsteps were wavering now, his heart close to bursting with exhaustion. He forced himself to continue staggering forward, but he knew his race was lost.  I’m sorry, Gina. So sorry.

In only a week I leave for Lori Foster’s Annual Reader & Author Get Together in Ohio! I am so excited. This is the only conference I go to. That’s not because it’s closest. North Dakota isn’t really that close to Ohio. It’s because it is the most relaxed and laid back weekend that I can meet readers and other authors at, and just have a good time. Are you going to RAGT? I’d love to meet you. Come find me on Friday June 8 from 3 to 5. I’ll post again soon.

Now, on to Gina and Cole. This is shorter than I wanted it to be because there just isn’t a good stopping place. This isn’t edited. I haven’t even re-read it to fix basic mistakes. Please overlook the boo-boos.  🙂

His broad palm wrapped around hers seemed to warm her whole body. They didn’t speak much on their trek over the uneven ground, but she liked his hand tucked into her pocket. Holding hands with a man was another thing she hadn’t done before. It was strangely comfortable. She felt a connection between them, as if their joined hands were a bridge from her heart to his. No wonder lovers held hands.

It took them an hour and a half to get across the fields and onto a road. Gina paused to scrape as much mud off her shoes as possible. Strangely, Colby’s bare feet had almost no mud on them. “Aren’t you cold?’ she asked.

He shrugged. “No.”

“Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have any shoes or a coat.”

Cole laughed. “I’m fine. But if you’re worried, you could put your arms around me to keep me warm.”

“Hmph.” She marched down the road, leaving him laughing behind her.

He caught up quickly. “Are you cold? Aren’t you afraid you might trip? I should hold your hand.”

“I can walk just fine on the road,” she said primly. But she missed the warmth of his hand. “How much farther to Omaha?”

Cole glanced up at the sky. “Less than three hours. Maybe only two. The road is good.” He looked back at her with a faint frown. “You’re tired. I can hear you panting.” The tone of his voice took a commanding edge. “We’ll rest a little.”

Trudging through the mud had tired her, but her back stiffened at the order. “We can walk slowly for ten or fifteen minutes. I want to get to Omaha. My stepfather won’t be able to get me there, not without a lot of trouble.”

He touched her cheek, the lightest brush of warm fingers. “I want you safe, too.”

She turned away from his touch and walked down the road. As she walked she realized she liked him touching her. A small thrill tingled through her. It’s not love, she told herself. He’s handsome, but that is not love. She picked up her pace to leave those thoughts behind. He kept up with her easily.

He didn’t talk much. He walked alongside her but kept most of his attention on their surroundings. Gina was sure no one would be able to sneak up on them. But who would sneak up on them except her stepfather’s men? They saw no one on the road, although when the moon was clear, Gina could make out farm houses here and there. It must be a few hours after midnight. Everyone was sleeping. It was still and peaceful out here. Only twenty-four hours earlier she had been walking through the cold night, but this was different and much better. For instance, she was walking alongside a man, not behind a wolf, and she was dressed warmly. She wasn’t looking over her shoulder every other minute to check for pursuit, and she knew their destination. Compared to last night this was a pleasure stroll.

An hour later her feet were numb with cold, her nose stinging with the chill, and her head throbbed with every step. She would cheerfully have laid down on the hard, cold road to rest. She didn’t complain though. They had to be close to Omaha by now. Cole walked beside her, his stride was as lithe and untired as it would have been if he’d only been walking ten minutes. She watched him from the corner of her eye, wondering if his head hurt too. From the easy way he moved, it didn’t look like it.

Because she was watching him she saw the minute his posture changed. His head came up and cocked to the side, as if he were listening to something. The cold night air was completely still. She heard nothing but the sound of their footsteps on the road. No, nothing but her footsteps on the road. He was utterly silent. She opened her mouth to ask what he heard, but his hand came up. She listened harder. Nothing.

Cole grabbed her hand and sped up. She was nearly running to keep up.

“Cole,” she began in a whisper, but then she heard it, a buzzing sound behind them. Her heart stopped. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Motorcycles.”

The only people who had motorcycles were her stepfather’s advance troops. Cole ran faster, dragging her behind him. “There,” he said quietly, not panting. “Do you see the glow ahead? That is Omaha. Not more than two miles away. Run, Gina.”

She ran. The glow that Cole said was Omaha didn’t get any closer. Her breath rasped in and out of her lungs in huge ragged pants. Her feet hit the hard pavement like sledgehammers. She ran as fast and as hard as she could, but a quick glance behind showed the glow of headlamps grow far brighter and closer than those of  Omaha.

“I can’t,” she cried.

Cole swept her up in his arms like a baby and ran faster than before. “Hold on,” he ordered, and for once she obeyed without complaint.

He was warm, but she barely noticed it. His speed was astounding. This was why her stepfather and the vicious major wanted to cut him open. They wanted to know how he could do things like this. She wanted to hide her face against his neck, but she couldn’t tear her eyes from the lights behind them.

“How many, Gina?” he asked, and now she could hear strain in his voice.

She counted the lights bobbing behind them. One, two, four…

“Six,” she shouted. “That’s at least six men, but maybe twelve, if they all have a sidecar.”  That wasn’t likely though, was it? The headlamps were growing, the motors louder. They couldn’t be more than a mile behind them. “They are getting closer.”

“I can take twelve,” he said. His breathing was heavier, a little bit ragged, but his pace stayed the same.

Not if you’re exhausted, she wanted to say. Not if they have guns. These men wouldn’t hurt her, but they would kill him. “Put me down. You can leave me and go ahead to Omaha for help.”

“Huh.” Derision rang in the grunt. “I’ll never leave you behind. Hang on.”

Somehow, he increased his speed. Being carried by a man running at full speed wasn’t comfortable. She’d rather be squeezed, bruised, and bounced around then be taken back to President Todd and the Allersons. She looked once more over his shoulder. The motorcyclists were close enough now for her to see the round outline of their helmets.

“Hurry, Cole,” she screamed. “They’re right behind us.”

Hello! This has been a busy week, and I have more ahead of me. First, my website security certificate got bungled and I had to jump through hoops to get it fixed. It is fixed now, so that is a relief.  I don’t know how you feel about it, but when I came here last week and saw that red NOT SECURE label I about had a heart attack!  But as I said, I got that wrangled. The next thing is to become General Data Protections Regulations (GDPR) compliant. I did set up the cookie notification for the website, but I will need to re-vamp my newsletter.  I will work on that this weekend and send a newsletter to let everyone know what do do to if you want to stay on my newsletter list. I’ll probably do a little Amazon Gift Card Giveaway to make it a little more palatable. So watch for that. 🙂

For the first time since the packing, the move, the packing, the pneumonia, the cleaning, and the unpacking (sheesh, no wonder I;’m so tired!) I was able to set up a writing schedule. I haven’t completely stuck to it as I had planned, but I’m back to writing regularly. Hopefully we’re back on track for the weekly Tuesday Teasers.

Speaking of which, here is the next bit from Cole and Gina’s story.  You are getting a chunk from last week’s because I added a little bit. As always, this isn’t edited. I didn’t even re-read it so it probably has a bunch of typos and tings that will change. I hope you can enjoy it anyway.

She rolled to her side and reveled in the quiet joy of a warm bed. She punched the feather pillow into a more comfortable shape beneath her cheek and snuggled into it. Something on the pillow tickled her nose. She brushed her hair out of the way. Her nose still tickled. She opened her eyes a crack to get a better view of the offending hair.

It was black. Her eyes opened wider. Black? Her hair was mousy brown. The bleary confusion vanished with a jolt when she saw the black hair was attached to a head. Cole. He slumped with his cheek against the edge of the mattress, one side of his forehead pressed to the side of her pillow. His face was relaxed in deep sleep. She could look her fill without him knowing. All the things Nikki had told her about the wolf clan rushed to the front of her mind. If she could believe the other woman, Cole could never, ever have any other wife, even if she refused him. Did she want to refuse him?

She inched away and raised herself on one elbow to look down at him. She could see only half his face. It was dark against the white pillowcase and sheet. His nose was a straight blade, his eyebrow a dark slash. She’d always thought his mouth was hard, but now his lips looked soft. What would they feel like if she dipped her head right now and kissed him? When she remembered what had happened in the mudroom before he left to patrol, a strange warmth spread through her. He was asleep. He’d never know.

That thought was too tempting. She eased a few inches further away and went back to studying him. His eyelashes were unfairly thick and long. Men shouldn’t have such long eyelashes. With those lush lashes and soft mouth, he looked almost pretty. No, his chin was too square for that, his jaw too hard. She nibbled her lower lip, studying him. Not pretty. She angled her head to see more of him. He was handsome in both his face and his body. Strong and sleek. His father was a powerful man. Maybe she was the only woman he could be with now, but Cole had probably had a bunch of other women friends before he came to Omaha and saw her. Had those women stroked along the line of his shoulder and down his arm? Had they pressed their cheeks to his heart? Had they skimmed their hands down his chest to his belt?

She paused to consider the small, jagged pain those thoughts pushed through her chest. Jealousy. Did she even have a right to be jealous? Yes. Well, maybe. He said she was his mate. From he and Nikki had said, his people didn’t share their women like Brother Saul’s commune did. If they were married, she would darned well demand that he leave other women alone.

Married. She wasn’t sure if she wanted that or not. But she liked watching him sleep. He was wearing the borrowed jeans, but his torso was bare. Long, lean muscles showed in his shoulders and arms. She could barely see his belly past his folded arms. She leaned a little forward to get a better look. He certainly couldn’t be called girlish.

Her hair fell from behind her ear. She jerked back too late. A large brown hand shot out and gripped her shoulder. Cole blinked. Eyes the color of melted bitter chocolate fixed on her.

“Good morning,” she squeaked.

His hand dropped away. He lifted his head from the bed to glance at the window. “Not morning,” he said in a low, gravelly whisper.

“Um, no, I guess it’s late afternoon. Maybe.” She coughed and drew herself to a sitting position, excruciatingly aware that he could see her borrowed nightgown. She pulled the blankets high, which was stupid. The worn cotton flannel covered a lot more of her than her dinner dress had. “Sorry to wake you.”

His smile was disarmingly sleepy. “That’s alright. What are you thinking about?”

“You,” she blurted.

His smile broadened. “I like that. I thought about you the whole time I patrolled.”

“Did you see anything?” She swallowed. “Any sign that my stepfather followed us?”

“No.” He lifted his head and straightened so he sat facing her, hands on his thighs. “No, nothing. Tell me more about thinking of me.”

It was an order that for some reason didn’t raise her hackles. Maybe it was the low gentle growl, or maybe it was the sight of his bare chest. Since she hadn’t seen many bare chests, she couldn’t call herself an expert, but his was intriguingly beautiful. The heat of a blush burned her cheeks. She made herself look at her hands. “Nikki spoke to me about your tribe. I mean, your pack. Is that the right word?”

“Pack works.”

“She said that you don’t ever force a woman to accept a mate claim.” She shook her head slightly over the absurdity of mates and claims.

“Never,” he said immediately.

Her fingers twisted in the sheet. She lifted her head to look him in the eye. “You said I am your mate. How do you know that? Are you sure I am your mate? Nikki said you can have only one mate in your whole life.”

“Only one,” he agreed. “When I first saw you in the coffee shop in Omaha, I knew. My wolf jumped around inside me like a young colt running for the first time. He loved your scent. Everything about you woke him up.” He lifted one muscled shoulder in a shrug. “I don’t know how to explain it. He had never done that before. I could feel how focused he was. All of his attention was on you.”

“Oh.” Gina looked away and took quiet breaths to still her heart, which was kicking in her chest. He was being surprisingly non-bossy. She liked it. “Nikki said you didn’t choose the woman; the wolf did. Are you alright with him picking me?”

He used one finger to turn her chin to face him. “Yes.”

Such a simple word; such a gentle, open expression on his face. He was being charming. She wasn’t sure she liked it. Or maybe she liked it too much. She scowled at him. “I am a bad choice. Look at all the trouble my stepfather has caused.”

He smiled. “You are the perfect choice.”

“I’m not pretty,” she blurted.

“You’re not?”

“The only reason any man has wanted to marry me is because of my stepfather.”

He made a noise in his throat. “Do you think I want anything from Todd except for him to go away forever? No, I want you because you’re my mate.”

She pulled her chin away and was quiet for a minute, trying to arrange her words so they would be honest, but not confrontational. “You want me because I am now the only woman you can ever have. Nikki explained that you can’t ever be with another woman as long as I am alive, even if I don’t accept your mate claim.”

“That’s true.”

“That’s why you want me to accept your mate claim. Not because you care about me.”

“I do care about you.”

She had learned many years ago to never appear vulnerable. She licked her lips and steeled herself to say something that would make her vulnerable. “You don’t even know me. I want the impossible. I want what my mom and dad had. Being Gerald Todd’s stepdaughter made that about as likely as walking on the moon.”

“What is it?” he demanded, sounding a little more like his bossy self.

“I want my husband to love me.”

He nodded, looking thoughtful. She liked that he took a minute to think before responding. “My mom and dad are mates. They never knew each other before he won her in a Bride Fight, and they fell in love with each other.” He cupped her cheek with a gentle hand. “I want what you want. I want a mate who loves me. We can take time to get to know each other. We can learn to love one another.”

He made it sound so reasonable. But learning to love one another wasn’t the same as falling in love. Her mom told her that she could learn to love Brussel Sprouts if she just tried. She still couldn’t stand them. Falling in love shouldn’t take effort. It should just happen.

His hand firmed on her cheek. “Gina? Can’t we try?”

She forced a smile. “Sure. We can try.”

The move is progressing. I wish it was DONE but it’s coming along. On Saturday 90% of the stuff was moved to the storage unit. I still have the stuff for donating and a few more things to move either to my mom’s house or the storage unit. My goal is to have all that out and have the apartment completely empty by supper time next Saturday.  Then it is CLEANING time. Oy! I’m so tired. The check out at the old place is April 27th at 4pm. So one way or another, this will be over in less than two weeks. Then I’ll be able to concentrate on poor Gina and Cole. They are due a little snuggle time, don’t you think? Chapter 5. They get to -er- know each other better in Chapter 5. Promise.

I did manage some writing this weekend. I’m not completely happy with the last bit of Chapter 4. It is very dialogue heavy. But the great thing about rough drafts is that you can get the general ideas out and then go back later to re-write and polish. So, here is a scene between Nikki and Gina while Cole is off running his patrol to be sure the Kansas-Missouri people haven’t followed them.

Cole’s breath stirred her hair. His arms tightened for a moment, then relaxed. He raised her chin with his fingers. “I’ll be back soon, mate.”

“Be careful,” she whispered.

His smile was a bold slash of white in his dark face. “Always.”

With complete unconcern, he stepped away, unbuttoned the shirt and let it drop, and then unfastened the jeans and stepped out of them. Gina gawked at the male perfection of his naked body. His broad shoulders tapered to a hard, narrow waist and long legs. She got a glimpse of his sculpted chest and belly before he turned to the door, showing her a hard, round behind. Dang it, she thought, he’d turned away too soon.

He opened the door and paused to glance back at her. His wicked smile said he knew she liked what she saw. “All yours, Gina. All of me belongs to only you,” he said.

Then he blurred into gray fur and was gone, the door swinging shut behind him.

Behind her, Nikki cleared her throat. Gina was sure her cheeks were beet red, but she composed her face and turned to the older woman.

“Would you like some help cleaning up from breakfast?” she asked.

“Sure. The wash water will be ready any second.”

For a moment, Gina looked at the crumpled shirt and jeans on the floor. “He could have folded them, instead of just leaving them on the floor,” she muttered, bending to pick them up.

Nikki laughed. “Just like a wolf. You can put the clothes on the stool there. He can find them there when he gets back.”

In a few minutes the two women were at the kitchen sink, washing, rinsing, and putting away the breakfast dishes. Gina, scrubbing a dishrag over a plate, cast a sidelong glance at Nikki.

“What did you mean when you said you were from the Plane Women’s House?”

“Ah.” Nikki paused in drying a plate to smile at Gina. “Have you and Colby been mated long?”

“Um.” Gina looked down at the soap suds floating on top of the water. “Not, er, no. That is, I barely know him.”

Nikki put the dried plate in the cabinet before focusing on Gina. “Have you accepted his mate claim?”

“No. I don’t know. I don’t think so?”

Nikki’s brows drew slightly together as she dried her hands on the dish towel she held. “Have you made love?”

“No!”

“Then you haven’t.” Nikki sounded very sure. Her tone sent a wave of relief crashing through Gina. “It is always the woman’s choice whether or not to accept the claim. No wolf would force his mate to accept him.” A small smile lit Nikki’s face. “But a wolf bent of winning his mate can be stubborn. Don’t expect Colby to give up. I remember how patient Stag was with Sherry, right up to the moment he decided desperate measures were called for.” She laughed, her eyes softening at some memory. “Poor Sherry. It worked out for them though.”

“Who is Sherry?”

Nikki’s eyes shifted back into focus, though the smile lingered. “Sherry was one of the women on the plane with me. So was Colby’s mother.”

“Plane?” Gina echoed blankly.

“You wash while I talk,” Nikki said. “I’ll start at the beginning. Way back in 2014 I boarded a plane. Only an hour after takeoff, the plane crashed. There weren’t that many survivors, and most of us were hurt.  We didn’t know it at first, but we had travelled forward in time and found ourselves in 2064, fifty years after terrorists nuked most of the world.”

Gina stared, open-mouthed. She had a vague idea of what a plane was because her stepfather was obsessed with re-creating the technology from the Times Before. This woman had actually ridden on one.  She had lived in the Times Before. “That must have been terrifying.”

“It was. We were rescued by the Lakota Wolf Clan. They took us in and helped us get back on our feet. Some survivors were mated to wolves. The rest of us were given a large apartment building to live in That was called The Plane Women’s House, and they turned it into a very successful restaurant.”

Gina nodded, absorbing this. She knew of the Plane Women’s Eatery.

“Connie was the pilot of the plane. She mated Des, and other wolves came to live there, and now that group is called the Plane Women’s House Pack. Des and Connie are in charge there.”

“Is that where Cole is from?” Gina rinsed a glass, but her attention was on Nikki. “He said something about it. Or is he from the Clan? I’m confused.”

“I don’t blame you. The Clan lives on the prairie in tents during the summer and in the Black Hills in the winter. Until about forty years ago the Clan was the only werewolf pack. But they don’t like to be called werewolves. Taye’s mother ―that would be Colby’s grandmother― separated from the Clan and went to live near her family near Kearney. Several of the men of the Clan went with her. They became the Pack. Now they are sometimes called Taye’s Pack or the Kearney Pack.”

“So there are three groups of wer… I mean, wolves.”

“Right.” Nikki took the glass and dried it. “One important thing to remember about wolves is that they are fanatical about keeping women safe. Any woman, but one they are responsible for? They will do anything for her.” Nikki turned from the cabinet to look at Gina very seriously. “Colby won’t hurt you. He might be a little high handed about how to keep you safe.” She laughed at Gina’s snort. “Well, I bet he is as much of an Alpha as his father. Taye acts all laid back and even-tempered until some guy gets too close to Carla. Then watch out.”

“Ha. Is he as bossy as Cole?”

Nikki seemed to think. “I don’t know. I think Carla learned to manage him pretty early. Like you did at breakfast. Yes, I noticed how you touched him and asked him to wait to go to Omaha. That was good. No pleading, no tears, no yelling. You have the knack of controlling yourself and getting your way without drama.”

Gina started on the frying pan. A need for self-preservation had taught her how to gauge a mood and act in the way most likely to keep her from trouble. Yelling and throwing tantrums had achieved nothing but vigorous spankings and days without food. Keeping her rebellion hidden deep inside had been much safer. “I don’t want to control him,” she said in a low voice.

“Controlling and managing are two very different things. Here, give me that skillet. I’ll finish it after I’ve put you to bed. You are practically asleep on your feet.”

She really wasn’t. Nikki had given her a lot to think about. Her mind was going over and over the story of the plane and the wolves and the packs until they were muddled in her brain. Maybe she was tired. She was suddenly aware of how her feet and back ached.

Nikki handed her the dish towel. “Dry your hands. I’ll get you one of my nighties. You can sleep in my daughter’s room. She married a few years ago, but she lives only a mile away and was home last weekend for a couple of nights. I just changed the sheets on her bed. Come on.”

In a few minutes Gina was wearing a long flannel nightgown and the warm socks, curled up in a narrow twin bed under a comforting mound of quilts. “Thank you,” she murmured and was asleep before Mrs. Andrews had closed the door and tiptoed back to the kitchen. She was still asleep when Cole returned from his patrol and stepped into the dim room. She didn’t see the way his mouth softened with wonder as he looked at her, or the longing on his face when he reached a trembling finger to touch her hair. She didn’t see him strip or feel the bed sag under his weight. When he curved his larger body around hers she only mumbled wordlessly and snuggled in to his chest. It wasn’t until she woke several hours later that she realized the warmth came from the naked body of a man who stared at her with dark, hungry eyes.