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The Thing About Wolves

You may have noticed I’m a fan of shifters. Always have been. And don’t get me wrong, I do like me a non-traditional shifter. Show me your elephants or Guinea pigs or dogs or, I dunno, fish. I always find it interesting how these shifter balance their animal selves with the human.

But I will always, first and foremost, be in love with wolves.

Werewolves were always my favorite monster. The thing I should have been afraid of but never was. And as I grew up and the more I learned about the different myths and legends, werewolves cemented themselves in my heart and soul.

Besides there’s no denying that wolves are one of the most majestic and beautiful animals out there.

As I delved into writing PNR, and created my own lore, wolf shifters were what I naturally gravitated toward. And they continue to be where my heart lies.

So you may see other kinds of shifters show up in my books. But it’s mostly gonna be wolves. And I’m perfectly okay with that.

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Flash Fic Friday

**I’m calling this episode 13, because last one was 12, but I think at some point I messed up the numbering. It’s not that important, I don’t think. But at some point I’ll probably go back and fix things. 😊. At any rate, here’s the next episode of Lane and Walker! At little break from most of the drama, though the drama isn’t done yet. We are creeping up on the end, only a few more episodes left. But for now, enjoy!**

I was standing at the stove, frying ham, sausage, bacon, and eggs, when the barest hint of sound behind me had me turning. Archer slunk into the kitchen, his hair in disarray, looking better than he had yesterday. I was glad to see it.

I offered him a smile. “Hey, morning. How are you feeling?’

“Okay,” he muttered, and then inhaled deeply. I hid my face as my smile turned to a smirk, turning my attention back to the cooktop.

“You scenting me or the breakfast?”

I didn’t miss his snort, though I didn’t know him well enough yet to interpret it. “Both.”

“Fair.” I watched out of the corner of my eye as he shuffled to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice. He twisted off the top and drank straight from the bottle. When I quirked a brow and gave him full attention, he held my gaze, defiance in his eyes.

Archer swallowed loudly, then make a satisfied “ah” sound when he was done. “This one’s mine. Dad doesn’t drink it.”

“Okay.” I flipped the bacon, then stirred the scrambled eggs before shutting off the heat underneath them and pulling them off the stove. I’d already looked through the cupboards, pulling out plates and flatware, and I had serving dishes sitting ready on the counter.

“Did you sleep with my dad last night?”

It was a good thing I was used to schooling my expressions and reactions from years of needing to show witnesses and suspects alike a neutral façade. But internally, my stomach dropped. I finished spooning the eggs into the bowl before I set the pan in the sink, needing to take those few seconds to get my thoughts in order.

Archer’s question hadn’t been filled with judgement or disgust. More curiosity than anything else. He was fifteen after all, and I understood a little bit where he was coming from. All he had was his dad. The pack too, of course, but his mother had left when he was barely a toddler—Walker and I’d had that conversation last night, how she had left to pursue her dreams—and Walker had been the only constant in his life. He was also old enough to understand the dynamics of relationships. So I had to think how to answer.

I turned and the leaned my hip against the edge of the counter and decided he should have the truth. “I slept on the couch last night. But that’s for now. Your dad and I are figuring things out.”

Oscar chose that moment to wander into the kitchen. The last I’d seen him, he’d been napping in a sunbeam on the windowsill in the living room. He caught both my and Archer’s attention as he sauntered over, stood on his hind legs to sink his claws into my knee, and stretch. He yowled.

“Yes, I’ll get your breakfast in a minute. Have some patience.”

Oscar sneezed, turned his back on me, and wound his way through Archer’s ankles, rubbing his cheeks against Archer’s skin. Archer stared at him for a moment, then set the OJ on the counter.

“Can I pick him up?”

“It’s up to him, but I’m thinking yes.”

Archer bent and Oscar started purring the moment the kid had his hands on him. He snuggled right in against Archer’s chest, and didn’t hesitate to give me the squinty eye. I scoffed and turned back to the stove so the various meats didn’t burn. I flipped the ones that needed it, and pulled the sausage off as it was done.

“Are you mates?” Archer took a quick breath. “Because my dad is equal opportunity, and he’s dated, but I’ve never seen him act like he does with you.”

Way to cut to the chase, kid.

I was saved from answering when Walker strode into the kitchen, freshly showered and looking like a snack. I hummed appreciatively as he beelined right for me. He didn’t hesitate to snuggle against my side, and when I tilted my head to give him a smile, he pushed up on his toes and kissed my cheek. 

Having greeted me, Walker turned to his son. “Yeah, Arch. Lane is my mate. I’m his. We’re figuring things out.”

Archer stared at his dad for a long moment before he nodded just once. “Lane said. I…I don’t know how I feel about that, Dad.”

Walker stepped back as I turned off burners, but not before he swiped his wrist against my neck. I shot him a wink and put the meat on a platter as Walker moved toward his son. He placed a hand on Archer’s shoulder.

“I love you, Archer,” Walker said, his voice even. “And I want you to be good with this. But I understand if it’s going to take time. Me casually dating is different than me building a life with someone. We’ll work through it. And if you need to talk about it with Anna along with everything else, I’m sure she’ll be happy to help.”

Archer let out a little whine that had Walker chuckling. “Dad, I maybe don’t—”

“No, kiddo. You’re talking to the counselor for however long she thinks is necessary. I know shifting helped. A lot. But trauma—”

It was Archer’s turn to interrupt his father. “Yeah, I know. Fine.” He sighed. “It’s not…I mean, I know Lane is a good guy. Lane, I know you’re a good guy, it’s not that.”

“I know.” I smiled, letting him know I understood where he was coming from. “Take your juice to the table, all right? Breakfast is served.”

“Thanks for cooking, Lane.” Walker nudged his son toward the table, and then gave me another kiss to the cheek before he took the platter out of my hands and followed Archer. I grabbed the eggs and sent them down, then laid a hand on the back of Walker’s neck. “I need to run out to the car and get Oscar’s emergency food. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Walker didn’t answer with words, just a nod, and Oscar let out a loud yowl that I took to mean “hurry up.” He’d settled on Archer’s lap when the teen sat down, and I laughed as I headed outside.

I always kept food and disposable litter trays in the trunk because we never knew when we might be stuck somewhere. I’d been ecstatic when I found boxes that contained litter and folded out to be its own tray. The convenience of it had made our lives easier. 

I took a few seconds to steady myself. This was going to be a big adjustment and would take a lot of communication and understanding on all our parts. And I had to remember that it wasn’t just me and Walker involved in this. Archer was too, though to a different degree. And his opinion wouldn’t stop us, but we needed to take his thoughts and feelings into consideration.

I braced my hands on the trunk and just breathed. I’d never dated a man with a child before, so that was a new experience for me. But Archer, fortunately, was old enough to at least try and explain his thoughts. That wouldn’t necessarily make it easier, but at least it would help us all through the process.

It hit me like a punch to the chest. I was all in. I’d been committed already, since Walker confessed we were mates. But feeling it down to my very soul? That was the surprise. I took a breath, steadied myself, grabbed Oscar’s things, and headed back into the house with a newfound purpose.

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Flash Fic Friday

**Episode 12 for Lane and Walker is here! Our poor confused Lane has some catching up to do in his brain. But as I promised Alex, he won’t hurt Walker. Enjoy!!**

My brain stuttered to a halt and then promptly blanked out. I’d heard what Walker said but it did not compute. Aeron had even mentioned it earlier, but I’d dismissed it. Now, having that confirmation, when I tried to think about it, it was as though my mind skittered away from the idea. I stared at Walker, blinking, unable to speak. Move.Think.

But then he made that hurt sound again, very much like an animal in pain, and it spurred me into action. I reached for him, pulled him to me, and tucked him under my chin. He didn’t exactly melt into me, but he didn’t pull away either.

“I need a second to process this,” I said quietly, going for soothing. When I rubbed Walker’s back, he settled a little more against me. But he didn’t yield completely. “I’m a mage, not a shifter. This is news to me. So I just need to wrap my brain around it. Just give me a moment, okay?”

Walker let out a breath that sounded more like a sigh. He didn’t acknowledge me with words, but he gave a very tiny head nod that bumped against my neck. After a minute or two, he wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me back.

I tried to sort it out in my head. Tried to make it make sense. But it wasn’t working. I just didn’t have the same context he did. My instincts weren’t as strong, as visceral, as his were. We’d only met that morning. Or really, yesterday morning as it was now after midnight. And the late hour combined with the roller coaster of a day was, perhaps, impairing my processing power.

“So.” I cleared my throat. “Mates?”

Walker pushed his face against the skin of my throat. His voice was muffled. “Yes.”

“How do you know?” I squeezed him tighter to make it clear I wasn’t dismissing him and I didn’t want him to pull away. “I mean, how do you experience that?”

Walker inhaled deeply, as though he was filling his lungs with my scent, and then let out his breath very slowly. He rubbed his cheek along the side of my throat and shoulder. “You smell like mine.”

I opened my mouth to ask what that meant, but then realized he probably couldn’t explain it any better than that. He’d always been a wolf, and scent was a huge part of his make-up. He didn’t have a human frame of reference, just as I didn’t have a wolf’s. To him, that made complete sense. And though I didn’t use my senses the same way he did, in theory, I understood where he was coming from. In the same way, he couldn’t understand why I didn’t have the same reaction as he did. Intellectually, we both understood we were different. But it was harder to conceptualize. 

Walker shifted against me, and I realized my silence was agitating him. That wasn’t my intent at all. I slid my hand up his back and into his hair, rubbing at his scalp. It soothed him enough that his muscles loosened. I used my hold to tip his head back so I could look into his rich brown eyes. Damn, he was pretty.

I offered a small smile. “When I first saw you, I wanted to be close to you. I wanted to help you, of course. And I chalked it up to my drive as an MBI agent, my need to see justice done. But it was more than that, even if I wouldn’t let myself entertain that thought.”

Walker’s gaze bounced back and forth as he tried to look into both my eyes at the same time. I could practically see the gears turning in his mind as he sorted that out. Trying to process my words and align it with what he experienced.

“You said…in the car, you said you were drawn to me.”

“I did. I am.” I cupped his cheek, unable to stop myself. Really, I didn’t even try. My thumb had a mind of its own, rubbing against his slight stubble. The way Walker’s eyes fluttered at the touch heated my blood. “But my logical, human brain tried to explain it away as just the need to help you. Because I would want to help anyone who was in your situation.”

Walker took a breath. “Do you still think that?”

I didn’t even hesitate. “No.”

“No?” Walker’s gaze bored into my, and I didn’t look away either. The hope there was plain as day.

“No. It doesn’t explain my need to comfort and soothe and support you. To want to be close to you.” I smiled but took a second to get my thoughts in order. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him in any way, but I also had to be honest. “But the truth is, I don’t know how to deal with all of this. I want you, don’t doubt that. But this is all confusing for me, and I really think we need to take things slowly and talk it out.”

To my relief, Walker nodded. “That makes sense. Do you want to know what I think?”

“I really do.”

“I think Fate put you in m path today, when I needed you most.” He spoke quietly, but with the kind of conviction that rang with complete sincerity. “You were always meant to be mine. We were always meant to be together. And when Archer was taken, Fate stepped in and brought us together.”

I didn’t believe in Fate the same way he did. I knew she had a hand in the universe, but it had never touched my life quite this way. The wolves, though, had a much stronger perception of Fate. That much I knew.

“I like that thought.” I hugged him too me again, and the breath he let out as he sagged against me, knowing I would hold him up, warmed my insides. I was about to elaborate, when I felt Oscar’s call. I’d left him sleeping in the car, but now he was awake and looking for me. 

I gently extricated myself from his arms but didn’t step away. His brow furrowed, and I had the urge to kiss his confusion away. We weren’t there yet. Though I knew that time wasn’t far off.

“Oscar is awake. Is it okay if I bring him in?”

Walker’s expression cleared in an instant. “Of course. He’s your familiar. He’s welcome here.”

“Thank you.” I gave into impulse and kissed his cheek, loving the smile that bloomed across his lips. “Be right back.”

I jogged to the door, then outside and to the car. Oscar was standing on the driver’s seat, and when I opened the car door, he immediately gave me an earful at having been left. He was right, of course. I should have scooped him up and brought him inside despite his slumber. But I’d been too focused on making sure Walker was all right.

I picked up the cat, and he batted at my nose in reprimand. I laughed, and gave his butt a nudge so he’d climb up onto my shoulders where he was used to perching. Once he was settled, I strode back to the house.

“You’re never going to believe the twist Fate has dealt us now, Oscar.”

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Quick Updates

Hey all!

Firstly, the day job is still kicking my butt. Mostly in stress and there’s no need to rehash it all here. But is is taking up a great deal of my mental capacity, and when I get home all I wanna do is play animal crossing and decorate my island and not worry about anything. But despite that…

I finished the sequel to The 12th Witch! It’s been submitted and contract signed. So look for that in October. It’s the story of Justin’s continuing journey of healing. With Cole, and his love, right at his side. I had a heck of a time writing it as for a while I was having trouble getting going. I must have restarted like 4 times. Because every iteration was just very not right. Until it was. I’ll have more details when release gets a little closer.

And that’s not the only thing that will be coming from me. Soft Dom is Coming to Town will be out in December. It’s set in my fictional Landry’s Fall and features friends to lovers with a healthy dose of kink thrown in (if you couldn’t tell from the title.). I adore Garrett and Mason, and I hope you will too.

I haven’t yet cracked into a new story and I’m taking a little break. Hopefully not too long of one. I’m tossing around a few ideas and characters. I have a million plot bunnies to be sure. So we’ll see where that goes. As soon as I can get my writing brain back online.

Everyone be well and take care of yourselves!

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**I must start again by first apologizing for the delay in story. Part of that is me finishing the sequel to The 12th Witch, which has a deadline. Part of that is the chicanery at the EDJ, which is just…I don’t even have words. But the sequel is done, except for a bit of polishing, and the job is what it is. So here we are, back with Lane and Walker, for episode 11. Enjoy!**

Archer was an adorable wolf. He was smaller than his father, and even in his wolf shape, and had the gangly, long-legged awkwardness expected of a teenager. Even after everyone else shifted back and got redress, Archer stayed as a wolf. And even though I wasn’t a shifter, it made sense to me, that he would want to. After the trauma he’d been through, it was easier to stay in animal form where he didn’t have to think as much. As a wolf, he was all instinct and base emotion. Plus the magic of the shift was healing, and though mental healing wasn’t as quick or complete as the physical, it still helped.

Which is why I had a snoring teenage wolf in my back seat.

“Thanks for taking us home.” Walker’s voice was soft, as though he didn’t want to wake his son.

“Yeah, of course.” I reached across the center console to grab his hand. I gave it a squeeze, and then stroked my thumb over the back of it. I wished I could keep hold of him, but the road was dark and curvy, so I needed both hands. I brought his hand to me and set it on my knee before taking hold of the wheel again. Walker’s soft sigh told me I made the right choice.

It was a relief to be in physical contact with him. It was a strange sensation for me. To need that connection. I’d always liked physical affection, and it had been a part of my past relationships that I really enjoyed. And I wanted that with Walker. But it was more than just want. It really felt like a need, and I didn’t quite know what to do with that.

“I’m going to be honest, Walker. I don’t know what this thing is between us.” I had to take a breath and get my thoughts in order, but as I did, Walker let out a tiny, hurt sound that had me jumping in. “But I know I’m drawn to you. I want to explore what it is. But there’s a lot we need to talk about too, okay?”

Walker didn’t respond, and when I glanced over, I couldn’t really make out his expression. It was too shadowed in the car. But there was a stillness emanating from him that settled uneasily in my gut. Internally, I squirmed, and needed to fix it.

“Walker—”

“Up on the right.” He lifted a hand and pointed. “The driveway is on the other side of that oak.”

I put on my blinker, though there were no other cars on the road, and as I made the turn, Walker pulled his hand away. I felt the loss keenly, and a whimper bubbled up in my throat, but I bit it back, not letting it escape. But my resolve hardened, and I was determined to sort this out. I couldn’t imagine leaving this between us.

I parked and turned off the engine. Walker was out of the car in a flash, but I was quick to follow. And I would keep following until he told me, explicitly and in no uncertain times, told me to leave.

Walker didn’t even bother trying to wake Archer, though he did stir a little as his father picked him up. Though Walker wasn’t as tall or muscular as some of the other wolves, he had no problem lifting the wolf. Archer let out a little grumble, but stayed sleeping. I jogged ahead to get the door.

“Keys are in my left pocket. Thanks.” The neutrality of Walker’s tone made my stomach drop. But I didn’t comment as I fished out the keys—in a very polite manner—and unlocked the door. Pushing it open, Walker brushed by me and headed for the hallway. “I’ll be right back.”

I took a breath, holding it for a few seconds, before letting it out slowly. He was coming back, he hadn’t asked me to leave, and that was positive. I was restless, unsettled, and I didn’t know why. It was completely out of character for me. But then again, the whole day had been a roller coaster for me, so it made complete sense.

Except the second I rationalized it that way, my brain totally disregarded it. Yes, the day had been full of twists and turns, ups and downs, but that wasn’t why. It all had to do with Walker, and needing him near, and knowing he was unhappy.

Knowing it was my fault but not what I’d said.

Walker came back, his footfalls nearly silent, and just seeing him helped ease the tension in my gut. The only light was from the lamp beside the couch Walker must have left on, and it barely illuminated his face. The carefully blank expression he wore turned my stomach sour, and I took three steps toward him before catching myself.

“How is he?” I asked, voice low.

Walker’s lip quirked up at the corner. “He’s…okay. Sleep is good for him. He’ll probably shift in his sleep. He’s home, safe and sound, thanks to you.”

And there was another reminder of why this wasn’t the right time. Why I should just support him but not try for anything more. The thought made my stomach cramp. And Aeron’s words replayed in my mind again.

More than that, there was no reason we couldn’t figure this out between us but take things slowly while he and Archer healed.

“What did I say to upset you?” I took a few steps closer and so did he. We were in touching distance now, but he didn’t reach out and I was too anxious to.

“You said you don’t know what this is between us.” Walker kept his voice soft, but I could hear the edge of hurt in it. “I thought it was obvious.”

“Tell me. Please.”

Walker took a breath, then another. He stepped closer, making sure he held my gaze. And then said the word that made the bottom drop out of my world.

“Mates.”

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Flash Fic Friday

 

**Okay, so the day job is….kicking my butt. So much is going on. But I hate to leave y’all hanging with this story, and Lane and Walker have been through some things. I’m still going to try to get an episode every week, as I have in the past, but just be aware that sometimes it might be missing (as it was last week and a few weeks ago). In the meantime, here’s episode 10. Enjoy!**

Gareth, Aeron, and I had perched on the hood of my car. Well, Gareth and I were sitting, and Aeron was leaning his hip against the fender next to his brother. Oscar had stretched out—upside down and belly in the air—across my lap and fallen asleep. Remy, Aeron’s cockatoo familiar—was hopping back and forth between Aeron and Gareth’s shoulders, preening them both, and making random kissy noises. The handful of other humans were sitting in cars or on the ground, some conversing quietly. It was peaceful and quiet. 

All the wolves had taken off about a half an hour before, running together through the woods. It wasn’t, apparently, to be a full run. More something just to help Archer settle. Gareth had explained when the wolves headed out that it wouldn’t be long. An hour or two at most. So we’d settled in to wait. 

Walker asked me to stay, and so I was. 

“So.” Aeron was attempting casual, but I could hear the smirk in his voice. When I turned my head, it was clear he was fighting to keep the expression off his face. I rolled my eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing much.” There was definite amusement in his voice. “Just something Marco said to me before he shifted. Thought you might find it interesting.”

I didn’t acknowledge that statement. Even though my curiosity burned, I wasn’t going to feed into his ego. I didn’t know him well, but what I’d seen of Aeron was clear he derived pleasure from being a little shit.

“You’re being a jerk,” Gareth grumbled at his brother, and took Remy off Aeron’s shoulder. The bird cuddled in under Gareth’s chin when Gareth brought him to his chest, trilling out a purring sound.

“You’re no fun,” Aeron retorted, but he leaned more heavily against Gareth’s shoulder. Gareth elbowed him, but Aeron didn’t move, just let out a soft oof sound.

I did like their byplay, their interactions. I was an only child, and I’d always been envious of siblings with good relationships. These two clearly had one. I had a feeling Aeron’s demeanor was amplified by the fact that Gareth was there. Like he couldn’t help himself from poking fun, since his brother was part of the conversation.

“If you’d like to share with the class…” I gave him a meaningful look.

Aeron let that roll of his back. He shrugged. “It’s just that Marco said that Walker acts like he thinks you’re his mate.”

I snorted, shaking my head and turning my attention back to the forest. “Yeah, right.”

That didn’t even make any sense. I mean, sure, he’d seemed comfortable with me. But that was clearly because he’d been in distress, worried for his son. I was there to help him in his time of need, and even more than that, I’d actively called in favors to find Archer. I didn’t regret it and I would do it again. But it was obvious the only reason he’d attached himself to me was because I’d helped in his darkest moment.

The silence emanating from the Evans’ brother was so heavy, I did the slow pan over to them. Only to find them both blinking back at me, utter disbelief on their faces. Remy squawked and made more kissy noises, before hopping back over to Aeron and biting his ear. Aeron barely reacted, but it made him blink and focus.

“You did have training about shifters and shifter culture right? I mean, you’ve been an agent for a long time. Like a really long time. You have to have learned and dealt with shifters before. I mean, even if you don’t live it, you have to know.”

I slid off the hood, turned to face Aeron, and crossed my arms over my chest. I didn’t say a word, just stared him down. I was close to twenty years older than him, but that didn’t excuse his attitude. He might have been trying for funny, or even playful, but it was just rude, and I wasn’t going to allow it.

He quickly straightened, and genuine remorse crossed his face. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I forgot that I’ve been immersed in this culture since Owen came to Gareth. And I couldn’t resist poking at you, but that was uncalled for and mean. I apologize.”

I nodded. “Accepted. Thank you.”

“Wow, you’re actually growing as a person.” Gareth knocked his shoulder against Aeron’s, and then turned to me. “But Marco has a point. Owen thinks the same. You really need to talk to Walker.”

I didn’t want to dismiss that out of hand, but I couldn’t, in good conscience, bring anything up when Walker’s focus needed to be on his son. Especially when I was still convinced that’s all that was between us. Walker was grateful I’d helped locate Archer. Full stop.

“Your magic led you here,” Aeron said. He stepped forward and the earnestness was clear. “You showed up on Gareth’s door and you were there at the right time. Don’t discount that. I’m serious.”

“Listen to him Lane. At least think about it. Because you came to see us when we were barely friends, and you fit right in. You needed—” Gareth cut off his words as he jerked his head up. “They’re headed back.”

I don’t know why I whipped around, gaze intent on the dark trees, but anticipation filled my chest. Not even two minutes later, wolves began to emerge. I caught sight of Owen, running full out to get to Gareth, but that only had my attention for a moment. Then all I could see was Walker, his son at his side, as he beelined straight for me.

He shifted from one step to the next, stumbling as he transitioned to two legs, but not stopping. Before I realized it, I had an armful of warm, naked male. Walker tucked his face in my neck and squeezed me so tightly I could barely breathe. I didn’t even care. Having him safe in my arms made something settle in me I hadn’t even really been aware of. Now that he was right here, I realized there’d been a jittery feeling in my chest. Now that was soothed.

I pulled him in closer. Walker let out a breath and just gave me his weight. I took it easily.

“You stayed.” Walker’s voice was muffled in my skin but the relief in his tone was clear.

I had the urge to kiss his temple, and I didn’t fight it, Gareth’s words in the back of my bread. I didn’t resist it, pressing my lips against him. He let out the tiniest whimper and pushed even closer, even though it was impossible.  I got the distinct impression he’d crawl inside me if he could.

“I need to…we need to…but my son…”

“Shh. It’s okay. Take care of Archer. I’m not going anywhere.”

The words were out of my mouth before I consciously thought them, but as soon as they were out of my mouth, I realized how much I meant them.

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Out Today!

It’s JMS Books’ anniversary month! Books are on sale! And today, Cole and Justin enter the world. It’s currently on sale directly from the publisher so you can click here.

Cole Demauro is the de facto leader of his coven and he takes that responsibility seriously. But the coven is one member short and finding a witch to fill the spot has proven difficult. It’s not easy to find a person who not only has magic that resonates with the coven, but also fits in. But there’s no doubt the coven needs another witch to bolster everyone’s magic. After all, covens work best with twelve witches.

Enter Justin Trews.

New to the area and reluctant to join a coven, Justin’s been managing on his own. But it’s no longer enough. When they meet for the first time, Justin’s magic is a mess, and Cole is determined to help. Not only is the beautiful man clearly suffering, but Cole is the type to want to fix it. His attraction to Justin only increases that need. But what neither man expects is how well their magic fits together.

Justin is cautious, but Cole is nothing if not patient. He works to coax Justin out of his shell and persistently shows Justin there’s nothing to fear. When Justin agrees to take the risk, everything falls into place. Justin is a perfect fit for the coven. More than that, he’s the perfect fit for Cole.

I was super excited to be a part of this anniversary celebration, and I fell in love with Cole and Justin along the way. Which I’m sure surprises absolutely no one. This story has magic and two men who find their way to each other. Low angst, lots of good feels, and crystals and weather magic.

When I finished the story, though, I knew I wasn’t done with these guys. This story ends with an HFN, which is great. But Justin immediately told me that not only is there more to their story, but that he was the one to tell it. The 12th Witch is told from Cole’s POV, but Justin has some things to say. So I’m in the process of writing that down now, and if all goes according to plan (because I always need to hedge my bets) you’ll be able to pick up their next installment in a few months. Tentatively titled Crystal Clear I hope to have it out in October, just in time for Samhain.

Anyway, I hope you pick this up and enjoy it as much as I did writing it. As I said, it’s on sale now if you get it directly from JMS. And it’s available at the rest of the usual places, if you prefer to read a different way. Here’s a few links!

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**Episode 9! I’ve said before I don’t know how long this is going to be and that’s truer than ever. Even though one drama has passed…. well, let’s just say things are coming. Enjoy!**

Seeing Walker and Archer with their pack was…comforting in a way I didn’t expect. En route back to pack territory, Walker received a message from the alpha that everyone was gathering on the running grounds. I didn’t know where that was, but Walker directed me to a clearing surrounded by trees on the outskirts of town. The sheer number of cars was impressive, as was the amount of people and wolves milling about. I’d known the pack was large, but I hadn’t realized just how large. There were at least thirty beings standing around.

Walker all but jumped out of the car the instant we stopped. He quickly pulled open the back door and Archer bounded out, making a beeline for the alpha. She immediately knelt, receiving him into her arms and holding him close. Archer let out a plaintive whine, but she shushed him, rubbing his face and neck, leaving her scent on him. He laid his head over her shoulder and gave her his weight.

With tears in his eyes, Walker watched them, but he didn’t move. I slowly rounded the front of the car to stand by him, and though he didn’t acknowledge me, he took a step closer. I laid a hand on the back of his neck, though it was almost an unconscious movement from me. It wasn’t something I would normally do, but after everything that had happened, it felt right.

“Go on,” I whispered softly. 

Walker shuddered and leaned against me. “Don’t leave.”

I blinked, surprised by that. But after a second, I quickly responded. “I’ll stay if you want me to.”

Walker sucked in a breath and nodded. Then he turned his head, rubbed his cheek against my shoulder in a quick motion, and ran to his son. He dropped to his knees and the alpha pulled him into their embrace. In that moment, I envied wolf shifters and the fact that connection to the pack, and an alpha who truly cared for their wolves, was able to heal a lot of hurts.

The alpha pulled back, removed her clothes, and shifted in seconds. Then she threw her head back and howled. It was a haunting sound that filled and hung in the air. All around, shifters pulled off their clothes and changed. I watched as all the wolves converged on the trio. A mass of gray, brown, and red fur as every wolf moved in to comfort and reassure Archer.

I was so enraptured by the sigh before me, I didn’t even notice when Gareth and Aeron wandered closer, and jumped when Gareth laid a hand on my arm. So much for the situational awareness I’d had drilled into me in training.

“He’s going to be fine,” Gareth said, his soft tone filled with confidence. “Owen explained it to me. It won’t be easy, and maybe not even quick, but Archer is going to be fine.”

“Good.” I knew it already, of course, but it was a relief to hear it confirmed. I was worried about the kid, maybe more than I should have been. But he was Walker’s son, and Walker…well, I didn’t have the words to explain how I was drawn to him. I just knew that I was. And it probably wasn’t the best to try and figure out why. To even talk to Walker about it. He had enough going on right now.

I wasn’t even really supposed to be here. All this was because after the shitstorm that went down at the MBI, and my demotion that leadership claimed wasn’t a demotion, I’d decided to visit Gareth and Owen instead of doing the reasonable thing and going home and getting drunk to wallow. Which didn’t make sense when I thought about it. They weren’t friends. Not really. I’d met them during a case and I shouldn’t be socializing. Only I’d felt drawn to them too, and gone against my better judgement to become their friend.

“Lane.” Aeron’s voice was loud in my ear, and I startled to realize he was standing right next to me. “Stop thinking so much.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, fooling absolutely no one.

Aeron’s smirked. “I can practically hear you thinking. I get it. But remember, you have magic and sometimes it does what it wants.”

I squinted at him. “What does that mean?”

But he didn’t answer. Just more smirking and then he stepped back quickly. “Wolf incoming.”

“What?”

A large gray wolf inserted itself between me and Aeron, and gave a growl in Aeron’s direction before dismissing Aeron entirely. The wolf started sniffing me, my wrists, knees, and the small of my back, rubbing against me with its entire body. It took me a couple of seconds to put it together, but since the wolf was a bigger, more muscled version of Archer, I realized pretty quickly it must be Walker.

Walker sat, practically on my foot, and then shot Gareth a glare as well. Walker licked his muzzle and Gareth chuckled as he moved away from me. Owen ran over and herded Gareth even farther.

“What is going on?” I murmured to no one in particular. No one with a human mouth saw fit to answer me though. I made a mental note to make someone explain when emotions weren’t so high.

But for now, I just put my hand on Walker’s head and rubbed his ears, the way I’d seen Gareth do to Owen. A few moments later, Oscar slinked out of the car and joined us. But instead of using his claws to climb up my clothes, or meowing at my feet to demand to be picked up, the cat pushed his way between Walker’s front legs and mirrored his protective stance.

Yeah. Someone was definitely going to have to give me all the answers. And soon.

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Flash Fic Friday

**Things are insane at the day job, and I just didn’t have the brain power last week. It’s not much better this week, but I didn’t want y’all to have to wait any longer for the next update in Lane and Walker’s story. So here we are with episode 8! Enjoy!**

It wasn’t hard to find Walker and Archer. Not only were there only so many places they could be, but my bond with Oscar led me in the right direction. The familiar was anxious, wanting me with them, but he was also doing his best to provide comfort to Walker and Archer. I headed straight for the conference room at the end of the hall, internally glad they hadn’t stuffed the Hemming men in one of the interrogation rooms. Neither one of them deserved the sterileness of one of those rooms after everything they’d been through.

This room had a couch as well as a mini fridge, and though there was a two-way glass, no one was hiding in the small room to observe. I saw that clearly as the door was open, and so was the door to the room where Walker and Archer were.

Oscar looked up when I entered, and though my familiar didn’t experience emotions the same way a human did, he was definitely glad I was back with them. But he still didn’t try to escape Walker’s arms, and I was pleased he felt so comfortable with Walker. 

I didn’t say anything when I entered, just quietly took them in. Archer was the spitting image of his father, with the same dark hair and facial features. He still had that young and gangly appearance about him, and even though they were sitting, I could see he was already as tall as his dad. Maybe he’d be taller when he finished growing. Archer had his eyes closed, and the scrubs he wore were too large for him, but he didn’t seem to care. Maybe he was even glad for it as he huddled into them, as though he was trying to protect himself, and was leaning heavily into his father’s side.

Both wolves inhaled deeply, and Walker’s head shot up to look at me. A tiny smile graced his lips, but it immediately fell when Archer pushed closer to him and buried his face against Walker’s neck. Walker finally let go of my cat to hug his son with both arms. Oscar hopped off Walker’s lap and took up residence on the arm of the sofa, keeping his bright yellow eyes fixed on the pair of wolves.

“Hey Arch,” Walker said, voice soft. “This is Lane. Agent Delaney Willis. He’s been helping.”

Archer peeked out with one eye, gave me a small nod, and went back to scenting his father’s neck. I’m sure, after everything, it was a huge comfort.

“Hello, Archer. I’m glad we found you and you’re back with your dad.”

This time Archer nodded more vigorously but didn’t move from where he had his nose pressed against his father’s skin.

I had the strangest urge to go over there and wrap them both up in my arms, but of course I didn’t. Archer didn’t know me, and most likely didn’t want to be touched by strangers right now. Probably not for a while. I couldn’t blame him. Wouldn’t blame him in fact. The trauma he’d been through was enough to break older people, let alone a fifteen-year-old boy. So I stayed where I was, only moving enough to lean on the wall just inside the door.

I wanted to get them out of there. I wanted to let Archer shift, and Walker as well if he wanted, and take them both home so they could just be with their pack. But the agency needed details if they were going to prosecute the perpetrators and get justice for the victims. Sharon had told me that there was a lot of evidence on scene, and other victims willing to talk. But some of them were in far worse shape than Archer, and we needed as much information as possible.

Agent O’Neil joined us a moment later, and I respected that he moved slowly and spoke softly.

“Willis, if you’ll wait in the hall, we can get started.”

I made to move but Walker’s quick “No!” froze me in my tracks. Archer jumped at the sound, and Walker soothed his son with a back rub, even as he kept his gaze on me. “Lane stays.”

O’Neil seemed to contemplate that for a long moment, before letting out a sigh. He set the folder he was carrying on the table, sat in one of the chairs, and then set up a recording device.

“Is it okay if I record this?”

Walker stared before seemingly deciding that meant I could stay. “I’m okay with it. Arch?”

The kid mad a noise that must have meant assent because Walker motioned for O’Neil to go on. O’Niel turned on the device, went through the official spiel, then turned his attention to Archer.

“I promise you were going to do this as fast as possible, and get you home to your pack. But Archer, I need to know everything you can think of. Tell me everything.”

Archer took a several long, slow, deep breaths, and then lifted his head. He stared O’Neil down, not breaking, though his voice was shaky.

“I told the woman who got me out.”

O’Neil nodded. “I know. And to be honest, you’ll probably have to go through it a few times. But tell me again.”

“It’s okay, Archer. I’ve got you. And alpha and the pack are waiting for us.”

Archer trembled, but he controlled it quickly. “I don’t know much. I swear. I was walking home from the park, when I got this weird feeling I was being followed. I looked around but didn’t see anything, so I just sped up. But a few moments later, I was grabbed from behind. I must have blacked out, I don’t think they hit me but I woke up in the warehouse when they were ca—” His voice broke and he took a moment, pressing harder against Walker’s side. “When they were carving into my chest. I tried not to scream.”

Walker let out a whine that Archer immediately echoed. Oscar was quick to join them again, purr starting up. I couldn’t take it either and crossed the floor to stand close to them, but stayed on Walker’s side. He shot me a quick grateful look. 

“Don’t worry about that. You’re doing great.” The words were out before I could even think to check them, my training and instincts kicking in when I should be keeping my mouth shut. O’Neil shot me a glare, but didn’t otherwise acknowledge it.

He turned back to Archer. “How many were there?”

“Three.” Archer wrinkled his nose. “I think. I think there were three. It was hard to tell. They always wore robes with these really big hoods. I couldn’t see their faces. But it smelled like three different people.”

“Okay. Good. Then what happened?”

“It’s all kind of fuzzy. I felt magic all around me, all the time. It was making it hard to think. They took me in a room and chained me up. I could hear other people. Other, uh, v-v-victims. But I couldn’t really see anything. They kept us apart, and they had my neck chained, and I tried to fight but I couldn’t think and—”

“Shhh. You’re okay. I’m right here.” Walker continued to murmur and settle his son, constant touches and pulling Archer in tight so he could scent Walker’s neck and know he was safe now.

I gave O’Neil a very pointed look. After a battle of wills where we simple stared at each other, O’Neil finally gave up. He turned off the recorder and picked up his things.

“Take him home,” O’Neil said, not addressing anyone in particular. “If he remembers anything else, anything at all, let me know immediately. I’ll be in touch after he has a chance to process all of this.”

With that, O’Neil swept from the room. Walker stared after him, mouth hanging open, before he shook that thought off and looked up at me.

“That’s it?”

I wouldn’t lie to him. “For now. There will be many more questions in the days and weeks to come. But for now, you can go and get Archer the support of the pack he needs.”

“You too?” 

I blinked, sort of surprised. “Yeah. Me too. I’ll take you home, if you want. Or I can arrange a ride. And if Archer wants to shift, we can accommodate his wolf.”

“Please, Dad.”

“Yeah, honey. Go ahead.” Walker kissed Archer’s forehead then pulled away, picking up my familiar as he stood.

“I’ll just step out,” I started to say, but Archer didn’t wait. He was apparently unconcerned about being naked, because he practically tore off the scrubs he wore, dropped to his knees, and changed. Within thirty seconds, a gangly, somewhat scrawny gray wolf with white markings sat panting on the carpet. He was still bigger than a wild wolf, and I could see he still had growing to do. He’d be a big wolf once he reached adulthood.

Walker took a long moment to rub Archer’s ears and scruff, and Archer let out a low, content sounding grumbly sort of growl. He leaned against his father and absorbed the attention. I didn’t know what it was like to be a shifter, but I knew that their animal form went a long way to healing hurts, both physical and emotional. I knew he’d do even better when he was with his pack, surrounded by them all and having his alpha right there.

Walker took a breath, and then handed me Oscar, and offered me a tremulous smile.

“Please take us home.”

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Flash Fic Friday

**And now onto episode 7 for Lane! Emotions are still high. Enjoy!**

Walker didn’t say a word as I broke about seven traffic laws to get us to headquarters as quickly as possible. Oscar was in his arms, though, and Walker seemingly mindlessly rubbed the cat’s ears while Oscar purred as loudly as possible. I’d have to remember to give my familiar extra treats for trying to calm the worried wolf.

I parked—badly, but I didn’t care—and raced around the front of the vehicle in time to catch Walker before he strode off. He still had Oscar firmly in his hold, and since Oscar didn’t seem to care, I didn’t mind. Instead, I led Walker to the front doors and right to the reception desk. Then staunchly ignored the strange looks John shot me as he signed Walker in and passed over a visitor badge. I had every right to be in the building, and since Sharon had requested I bring Walker in, I even had the right to bypass protocol and take him straight to the tenth floor and her office. No one tried to stop me.

Until I hit the hallway leading to the conference room and Chad Toddington stepped in my way.

The agent was a no neck bull shifter with a chip on his shoulder who very much liked to throw his weight around. He was broad enough to take up at least half the hallway, and he planted himself firmly in our path, his gaze fixed firmly on me.

“You can’t be here. I’ll take this one.”

Walker’s hand shot out lightning fast to grab my wrist, and that was all that stopped me from exploding. I was done with the bullshit, and my usual even temper was at its end. But Walker’s touch soothed me, gave me a second to think, and instead, I was able to pull in a breath.

“AIC Wright requested that—”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he snarled, and I swear, if he’d been able, smoke would have curled out of his nose.

“He stays with me.” Walker’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm. I snapped my gaze to Walker, but he was staring down Chad. “I need him.”

Chad was going to refute that. Red crept along his neck, snaking up his face, and his gaze narrowed. But before he could speak, Sharon stepped into the hall.

“Willis.” It was all she had to say.

I gently broke the hold Walker had on my wrist, only to then wrap my fingers around his. Walker took a breath, and when I stepped around Chad, Walker moved with me. We hurried down the hall and into Sharon’s office.

“Your son is all right,” Sharon said quickly and without preamble. “He’s just finishing up with medical now, and he still needs to be debriefed, but you can see him in just a few minutes. You can be with him throughout questioning, and I’m sorry to say that we need to do that quickly. I just want to fill you in, give you what we know so you can be prepared before we start. So bear with me for just a few minutes and we’ll bring your son to you. All right?”

“But Archer’s okay?” Walker’s voice was high and tight, his eyes a little wild. I intertwined our fingers—because Walker hadn’t let go of my hand—and Oscar pushed his face against Walker’s neck. Walker took a breath, but it had little effect.

“He is. I promise. Fortunately, he was only held for a few hours.” Sharon gestured toward the chairs on the public side of the desk and took her own seat. I had to coax Walker down, and even then, he was still rigid with tension. “He is not unscathed, and your son is a fighter. Which is both good and bad in this situation. He held his own, but he did suffer from bruising and lesions. Medical assures me it’s nothing that can’t be fixed with a shift or two.”

Walker nodded jerkily. “He’s a tough kid. Sweet as hell, but he doesn’t back down from bullies. He’s okay?”

I slid my chair closer. Walker wouldn’t believe his son was okay until he saw the kid for himself. I got that. But it would still be a few minutes, and until then, I was the only support he had. I was happy to provide it.

“Mr. Hemming, I know this is hard to hear. But your son was taken, along with several others, were marked for sacrifice to an old god. We’re still gathering evidence, so we don’t have all the details.” Sharon took a breath. “The symbol was carved into Archer’s chest.”

Walker let out a high-pitched whine that sounded more wolf than human. Oscar echoed the sound. I pulled them both close, since Walker was still holding Oscar in one arm, and Walker pushed his nose right against my neck. He was breathing too fast, and I gripped the back of his neck tightly, letting out a little magic filled with calm to help him get himself under control. It took a moment. But when he was able to breathe without hyperventilating, he turned his head to look at Sharon without pulling away.

Her smile was full of understanding. “He’s going to need therapy after this, someone to talk to. And my guess is he’ll want to spend time as a wolf?”

“Yeah. The pack has a counselor.”

“That’s good.” She looked up, and that drew my attention to the door, where another agent had appeared. The agent said nothing, but Sharon nodded. “If you’ll follow Agent Collins here, she’ll take you to your son.”

For just a split second, Walker looked torn and by the way he gripped me, I knew he wanted me to come. But I needed to debrief with Sharon first, tell her all that I had seen. I dipped my head so I could speak directly in his ear.

“Take Oscar with you.” I gave my familiar a quick scritch on the ruff. “He’ll stay close by and I’ll come find you in a few minutes, after I speak with AIC Wright.”

Walker nodded, took another deep breath, and I sweat I felt the barest hint of his lips on my skin before he pulled away completely. When he stood, Oscar crawled up onto his shoulders and settled in. I shot Oscar a quickly looking, hoping the cat didn’t claw Walker as he sometimes did me, and that my familiar knew I wouldn’t be far behind. Normally, Oscar didn’t like being out of my sight, or rather me being out if his, but the implacable stare I got back told me it would be find.

I watched until Walker disappeared with Collins, then turned my attention back to Sharon. Her mouth was turned down, her eyes squinting a little as she stared at me.

“What’s with you and the wolf?”

I waved that away, because I didn’t have an answer. I just knew that from the moment I laid eyes on him, despite his panic, I’d wanted him. But the fact that Walker seemed not only comfortable in my presence but sought out my touch, warmed my insides. And I was pissed I hadn’t been the one that had ridden in on a white horse and rescued his son.

I wasn’t sure what that said about me.

Sharon let the subject drop, and for that, I was grateful. She pinched the bridge of her nose, breathed deeply, and then focused all her attention on me.

“Tell me what you know.”

Without hesitation, and as quickly and succinctly as possible, I did. I needed to get back to my wolf.