Phantasy– One Erotic Tale from Phantasmagoria - For your Individual Pleasure. 

 Copyrightã2003 Morgan Hawke

 ISBN: 1-55410-020-8

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 Snow Moon

 Unnatural Appetites

  

  

 Also for Dughal

  

  

 The werewolf watched the ponderous steel-colored clouds in the sky. Stepping from his battered red jeep, the werewolf lifted his nose delicately sifting the air for her fragrance.

 She wasn’t here.Shit. This was the third week in a row he’d sought her out at the clubGothic Noire, and she wasn’t here.

 Night would be falling in an hour, but the snow-laden clouds washed everything with a muted gray light that defied the coming darkness. From the scent that floated on the breeze, there would be snow tonight. There was going to be a lot of snow, and soon.

 The rising wind broke a small hole in the clouds and he glimpsed the waxing moon floating in the encroaching twilight. It was more than half full with a bright shimmering ring of light encircling it. A Snow Moon, he’d heard it called. The hole in the clouds closed, hiding the moon away.

 Closing his eyes, he concentrated, shutting out the odors of rubber, metal and gasoline as he stood amongst all the cars crammed in the parking lot. He closed his mind to all other human scents except for the perfume he sought; baby-powder and woman, his woman. His steps brought him to where her vehicle had been parked. An old Mazda sat in the space, but her pick-up truck had sat here, briefly and not too long ago.

 Ah, a trace,he thought. The scent was an hour old but she had been here, then left. His brows dipped in thought.I guess it’s time to hunt the old-fashioned way.A warm flush of anticipation raced through him. He was finally going to see Heather again. Tonight.

 He strode back to his jeep and shrugged out of his leather duster, then peeled off his T-shirt. The air was below freezing, but only the nip of the wind-chill registered. Sitting in the driver’s seat, he pulled off his boots and socks. Yanking the thong from his hair, the loosened waves slid down his muscular back, but did nothing to keep the frostiness of the wind from his flesh.

 He closed and locked the jeep, stashing the key behind the front tire. Naked but for his leather pants, he looked sharply about with eyes that saw better in the dark than in daylight. There was no one watching, not even a car on the street driving by.Good.

 On the hardened soles of his bare feet, he jogged to a stand of trees and bushes in the next parking lot and hunkered down. Searching within, he felt for the sleeping power humming just below the surface. It uncurled from the base of his skull and swept over him in a wave of warmth and fierce joy. He felt the stretch and pull of muscle and sinew as his body shimmered from one moment to the next into another form.

 A large rangy wolf in full winter coat of gray and white trotted out from the bushes. Nose to the pavement, the wolf cast about the parking lot for the trail he sought. To the wolf’s nose, far more sensitive than in his man-form, the trace of the female’s perfume became as clear and bright as neon. Head lifting, the wolf set off in a ground-eating lope to follow the aroma from the side of the road, tracking her scent by the vehicle she was driving. Time became meaningless in the now of wolf-thought.

  

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 Under the harsh light of the meat department in the grocery store, Heather found herself entranced by the sweet smell of blood and raw flesh. She swallowed as her mouth watered from the scent even as her thoughts twisted away from her body’s sensual reaction. Want, hunger and desire all fought for dominance. Her mind flinched away as she realized that her panties were getting wet with eagerness even as her stomach cramped with appetite.

 She stared unblinkingly at the plastic-wrapped ten pound beef eye roast on the refrigerated shelf before her. With trembling fingers, she shoved her long, silver blonde ponytail off her shoulder. Hunger clawed at her belly as she reached out with both hands to pick up the heavy piece of meat.

 “Outta my way, I’m takin’ that,” said a rough masculine voice.

 The rancid stink of sour beer breath washed over her. Heather saw a gnarled hand reach for her prize.

 Glancing over her shoulder Heather saw an older, rough-looking man wearing a stained ball-cap and a battered coat, gripping a grocery cart loaded with snacks and beer. Her lips pulled away from her teeth, a snarl boiling up from her as she eyed the threat to her food.

 “Mine!” she snapped, barely able to speak. Lunging, she snatched the chilled meat from the shelf, then turned away to hunch possessively around it. From slitted eyes, she watched the man snatch his hand back in alarm.

 “I want that for my family, bitch!” he snapped, baring his own blackened teeth. She could smell the rot on his breath from where she stood. He stepped away from his cart and took a menacing step toward her.

 A deep animal growl rumbled from Heather’s chest. She gripped the roast hard, her fingers digging deeply through the plastic and into chilled flesh. If he tried to take her meat from her, she would…I will bite him.The thought shocked her, and pleased her.

 “I think the little lady wants it for herself, mister,” a familiar masculine voice spoke calmly from behind Heather. “Why don’t you have this other one on the shelf?”

 Heather whirled to face the new threat, teeth bared, a growl still rumbling. She snapped briefly out of her feral haze, staring in astonishment.

 “It’s okay, Princess, no one’s going to take your food.” The werewolf smiled as he watched Heather’s blue eyes widen in recognition.

 Heather was forced to tilt her head back to look at him. It was her seducer from the Goth club. He towered over her, two steps away, green eyes merry with humor. His long raven hair, pulled back in a tail, hung over his shoulder rakishly. A long, black leather coat swept the tops of his weather-beaten boots. His personal aroma of worn leather from his duster, soap and potent male musk rolled over her in a wave, and she took an unconscious step closer to him.

 A powerful surge of memory tinged with lust washed over Heather. Images and sensations crashed through her mind of his hands on her breasts, his flesh buried within her, screaming as she came in his arms. She choked from the visceral strength.

 Wait a minute…I’m pissed at him. He abandoned me at the club without telling me his name!She cautiously stepped back. She watched as his eyes narrowed slightly as he breathed in.He’s smelling me!

  

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 The werewolf noted her perfume of well-worn flannel, baby powder, soap and aroused female. He was obscenely happy to discover that she didn’t carry the odor of another male. She had fucked no one since their wild coupling upstairs at the Goth club.

 However, she had not gone back to the club, and succeeded in avoiding him for weeks. Finally his need to see her again had driven him to hunt her down. He’d been dumbfounded when he had trailed her scent today to the parking lot of a grocery store in his own territory; he lived only a few miles away. then he noted a familiar undercurrent of musk and blood, a scent as familiar as his own.

 “Who asked you? Shit for brains!” interrupted the grizzled man. “Hey, you stupid bitch, I said, I wanted that one for my family!”

 The werewolf felt a whisper of power in the air. He watched in dismay as Heather’s blue eyes abruptly bled into green, and suddenly blazed golden with inhuman feral fury.Well, shit, he thought.I think I may have fucked up.

  

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 Heather snapped around to look back at the older man, and tensed to attack. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck and the down on her arms rising.One more step and he’s dead meat. Her lips pulled hard back from teeth that were starting to ache. She felt a flare of heat at the base of her skull, then a bolt of fire raced down her spine.

 The drunk raised his fist. “You want some of me, bitch?”

  

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 The werewolf raised his brow.Where the hell is this guy’s instinct for survival? Briefly, he entertained thoughts on letting Heather take a hunk out of the brainless drunk. It might do the old lush a world of good to have a limb amputated by someone half his size. He sighed.Thenagain, I really don’t need another idiot toting a shotgun full of silver in my territory. Hmm, decisions, decisions…

 The werewolf took a step closer to the drunk. “I said, this one is hers.” The werewolf’s voice, though reasonable, deepened to a bass rumble. “You can have the other.” He leveled his gaze at the old man, squaring his shoulders and standing his full height. The power of imminent change poured off of his skin, whispering around him like a cloak. He felt the shimmer of power and knew that the depth of his eyes had flared the gold of the beast within. He stared down at the older man with a slight smile, then took a single threatening step.

 With some satisfaction, the werewolf watched the man freeze in place. Eyes wide, the drunk’s mouth fell open and his face blanched to a sickly gray. The sour sweat stench of fear wafted from him.

 Hmm, I guess the idiot does have some idea of the danger he’s in,the werewolf mused cheerfully.

 The grizzled man swallowed hard, snatched the other roast off the shelf and threw it into his wagon. The wheels of his cart squealed as he fled down an aisle.

 He turned back to Heather. “Are you okay?” the werewolf asked. She was staring at him with wide golden eyes that should have been deep blue. To his astonishment, tears trickled from her orbs in silence as she hugged the huge roast to her chest, fingers still digging into the meat.

 “I…I don’t understand what’s happening to me,” she sniffed, wiping her cheeks on the sleeve of her flannel shirt. “I’m normally a lot nicer than this but I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to bite him for trying to take the roast. I could have let him have it and taken the other one myself,” she rambled. Then, her voice dropped to a snarl. “But I just couldn’t do it.”

 “It’s okay, Princess,” he said softly. “Here, let me help you with that.” Gently he pried the roast from her fingers. Strangely enough, Heather let him take her hard-won prize. “Princess,” the werewolf said very gently, “how long have you been feeling like this?” He watched as her sapphire blue eyes flared golden briefly, with the fire of the beast. “How long have you been needing to eat meat?” he pressed quietly.

  

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 “I dunno. I’ve been eating a lot of hamburger and steak lately…” Her voice trailed off. She’d been eating a lot of hamburger and steak every night for the past week and a half. Sometimes snatching it from the microwave while it sat thawing, not even waiting until it was warm, sometimes twice in a night. She watched, as he appeared to be looking for something in her face and smiling in a sad kind of way.

 “And I…I’m so hungry all the time, and for weird stuff,” she sniffled. Heather had no idea why she was telling him anything. He’d fucked her in front of a bunch of people at the club, then left her to ride home with her roommate.

 Taking a quick look around and seeing no one in the vicinity, the werewolf knelt and pulled out a long sharp blade from his boot. After peeling some of the plastic from the end of the roast, he carved a chunk off, handing it to Heather. Furtively, he re-wrapped the meat, wiped the blade on his sleeve, folded it and tucked it back into his boot.

 The hunk was gone before Heather realized she’d even tasted it. She flinched.Oh, gross! Why am I doing this? Her brow furrowed as she realized that she was still hungry.

 Kneeling before her, he peered deeply into her eyes as he handed her back the rest of the roast. “Princess, we need to talk. Let’s go pay for your snack.”

 Heather dragged her heels, but followed him to the checkout cradling her roast.

  

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 The werewolf led Heather out to the grocery store parking lot, to where his jeep was sandwiched between a minivan and a battered station wagon.God, how the hell do I start this conversation? he thought as he helped Heather climb into his parked jeep. He climbed into the driver’s seat, his keys heavy in his pocket.

 “Let me see that,” he asked, holding his hand out for her grocery bag. Heather passed it to him. In a smooth motion, he pulled out his boot-knife. He unwrapped the roast from the plastic again, then carved hunks off of it. He passed them to Heather, who devoured them, barely chewing in her haste to feed her hunger.

 Through his windshield, the werewolf watched the heavy steel gray sky pressing down. Only a few hours had passed since he had trailed her scent from the club to the grocery store. The freezing wind rattled the flimsy doors. Full night had fallen, and the snow would be coming at any time.

 “Princess, where’s your coat?” he asked casually as he continued to carve.

 “I didn’t wear one,” she answered between bites. She was perfectly comfortable in her light flannel shirt and jeans. She took the hunk of meat in her hand and put the whole thing in her mouth.

 “It’s below freezing outside and you didn’t wear your coat?”

 She chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed. “It doesn’t feel like it’s below freezing. I don’t feel cold at all, but the wind is a little chilly.”

 The werewolf sighed.She isn’t noticing the cold and she’s chewing bites of raw roast as though it’s a cupcake. He winced. He was not looking forward to this conversation.

 I need to tell her what’s happening to her, and that it’s my fault.His sire had warned him that this kind of thing happened on occasion. Guilt was not something he was used to, but it was definitely guilt he felt.Damn, this is going to be hard.

 “Princess, I have something to tell you. It’s about me, and about you.”

 It took about twenty minutes to explain. She listened in total silence, eating the entire time. He thought it went rather well. She wasn’t screaming.

 “Do you have a name?” Heather licked some of the beef blood from her fingertips.

 “Huh?” he asked, confused by the change in the subject. He had become lost in the way she delicately licked each finger, then her palm with her tongue. When she popped her fingers into her luscious mouth to suck them clean, he felt himself harden violently. I can think of a much better use for that tongue.

 “A name? Do you have a name?” Heather persisted. She turned her cobalt eyes to his.

 “Uh, yeah, it’s Rafe DuForet.” He focused on her face and frowned. “Are you paying attention to anything I’m telling you?”

 “So, Rafe,” she said, tasting his name on her lips. “Basically, you are telling me that I’m turning into a werewolf? Like you?” Heather was smiling as she downed the hunk of eye-roast she’d been holding. “That’s silly, there’s no such thing.”

 “The reason you are craving and eating raw red meat—” he began as he handed her the last hunk of what used to be a ten-pound chunk of beef, “—is because your body is preparing for its first change. You need to eat because the change takes a lot out of you. If you don’t eat enough ahead of time, you’ll eat the first piece of meat you see. Even if it’s walking around with a school book-bag over its shoulder, or sitting in your living room changing channels.”

 “And you’re saying that I’m a werewolf because you…because we fucked?”

 “When I, ah, took you—” He was trying to avoid the word fuck; he could see a dangerous gleam of gold building in her eyes. “—our auras, souls, energies, whatever, overlapped and it triggered your nature. You were what we call dormant, kinda like a recessive gene. I was so close to changing right then and there that my, uh, power shoved you out of dormancy, and now you’re headed for your first change.”

 Heather could feel an uncontrollable anger starting to boil up. What was weird was that she could also feel a warm pool of heat dampening her panties. She couldn’t seem to make up her mind if she wanted to hit him or kiss him.

 The scent of her growing excitement was rolling over him in waves. He shifted in his seat, but he just couldn’t get comfortable. “I’m guessing that one of your parents or grandparents was a were. Did one of your relatives take off one day and disappear?”

 Heather’s eyes went wide and her cheeks paled. He winced.Shit, looks like I hit the nail on the head.

 “Uh, yeah.” She turned to look out the Jeep’s windshield. “My Dad drove off on his bike, an Indian motorcycle like yours, when I was little.”

  “It was probably him.”

 “He used to have a leather bomber jacket with a big wolf painted on the back.” Her voice cracked and she sniffed. “He used to take me for rides on his bike.”

 “Hey, hey, Princess,” he whispered softly, then wiped a tear from her cheek. “I’m there too, okay? Only it was my Mom who took off on me.” He squeezed her hand in comfort and she smiled tremulously, squeezing him back.

 “So I’m gonna change into a werewolf at the next full moon?” Heather’s eyes were wide. She swallowed the last of the beef and watched as Rafe tossed the plastic out the window of the parked jeep.

 “No, in the next day or so.” Glancing at the sky, Rafe saw the first flakes of snow starting to whisper out of the glowing clouds. “The full moon is more than a week away, and something else entirely.”

 Heather frowned. “So we don’t change with the full moon?”

 “Well, yeah, we do, but it’s different.” Rafe cringed.Oh, fuck, how the hell do I explain the effects of the full moon to her?That little talk is not going to be pretty. “Anyway, once you’ve made your first change you’ll be able to control it, pretty much. The stuff you’ve seen in the movies isn’t true, not about silver and not about the change.”

 “So what am I supposed to do now?” Heather licked the last of the beef blood from her lips and leaned toward him as she stared at his lips. She had decided that she definitely wanted to kiss him. She wanted to touch all that dark hair, curl her fingers in it and hold him firmly to her mouth while she tasted him.

 Rafe suddenly realized that the perfume of her female musk was growing decidedly stronger. Something was making her hot. He felt himself growing uncomfortably hard in reaction to her feminine perfume.

 Breathing deeply, Heather realized that she could smell the aroma of a salty-sweet something that seemed familiar. Heather looked down and noticed the considerable bulge in Rafe’s pants. The scent was coming from him. From his pants. A vivid sensual memory jolted her. His hot cum pouring into her writhing body, as his rich scent perfumed the air around them. The pungent scent had been on her own skin for days after he had taken her in the upstairs room of the club.

 Rick’s brain turned to mush as she looked pointedly down at his painfully tight crotch. There was no hiding his interest or hers. Although the windows were wide open, her rich female scent seemed to fill the jeep to overflowing. His eyes focused on her mouth. Her tongue swept across the tender fullness of her lips. There was a definite lambent gold swamping out the blue in her eyes, matching the heat he knew was rising in his own gaze.

 “Rafe?” she said softly.

 “Yeah?” Turning in his seat, he breathed in deeply. The smell of beef blood and aroused female was overpowering. He leaned toward her with a creak of old leather from his coat; his mouth barely inches away from hers. From the corner of his eye, he could see that snow had started to fall from the sky in earnest, dusting the parked cars with silver, like Heather’s hair.

 “So, what do I do now?” she asked again.

 “What do you do now?” he mumbled, swallowing hard and focusing on her tender lips. “Now you kiss me.” With a lunge, he seized the back of her head and pulled her toward his mouth. Heather met him halfway, her hands closing powerfully on his forearms.

 He angled his mouth over hers and her soft lips parted, letting him in. Their tongues met and stroked each other. He could taste the beef she’d been eating. His tongue explored her warmth, then brushed her teeth where sharp little incisors made themselves known. She was a hell of a lot closer to her change than he’d thought.

 Shit! Shit! Shit!Rafe broke the kiss, his vision barely in focus from his lust. He wanted nothing more than to pull her onto his lap and pull her clothes off.

 “Oh, no, you don't,” Heather growled in frustration. With quick and determined motions, she shoved him back against his door, pulled the belt on his leather pants open, then undid his fly.

 He froze, helpless to stop her. Lust and common sense short-circuited each other. Her hands dug deeply into his pants to find his rigid flesh, and she dove over his lap, her silver ponytail brushing his thighs.

 “Jee-zuz! Heather, you’re gonna get us arrested!” The wet warmth of her mouth closed on him, swallowing him to the root. Rafe swore, then threw his head back and moaned long and hard, closing his eyes in surrender. He leaned back and spread wide to give her room. He felt her tongue lash each ridge and vein along the base of his dick as she sucked with enthusiasm. He panted and his heart slammed in his ribcage. Without thought, his hands burrowed into her frost-colored hair to hold her in place.

 Cracking an eye open, he noticed the arch of her spine where her shirt had pulled from her pants.

 Heather felt Rafe lean over her. She moaned in encouragement as she felt his hand slide into the back of her jeans. His fingers slithered into the crack of her ass. She moved completely into his lap, her knees coming up on the seat, and felt him delve deeper into her jeans. He touched her damp, sensitive woman flesh with a finger. Using her free hand, she loosened her belt, popped her button and unzipped her confining jeans to give him access. He took the opportunity she gave him and buried two fingers in her heat. She moaned as she felt him caress her clit with a thumb, then slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her. She slid a foot to the floor, lifting and spreading herself wide to his inquisitive fingers.

 Rafe’s ass bunched and lifted, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth. His breath came in harsh pants as he put gentle pressure on her head to keep her in place. She sucked harder on him, as though starved for his cum. He gasped, and suddenly realized how close he was to spilling into her mouth.

 The perfume of power assailed his nose. He was going to cum, and she was using his building orgasm to fuel her change. She was going to become a beast right here in the parking lot of the grocery store, where she would have her pick of meat to hunt, all of them carrying their own groceries to their cars.

 “Heather,” he hissed, “we’ve got to stop, we’ve got to stop now!” He was screaming with his need to pump himself down her throat. Gripping her by the hair, he pulled her off and writhed away from her mouth. She fought to reach him, her mouth open, her eyes golden and glazed with power and lust.

 “Why did you stop me?” She bared sharp teeth and panted, shuddering.

 “This is not the place for this.” He gasped for breath, burning from his beast’s nearness to surfacing. As he tucked himself away, he shook from the overwhelming desire to jack himself off the rest of the way, but if he came, even by his own hand, she would change. When she changed, her power would shove him into changing too. He could feel it in the lightning arcs down his spine. If they changed, then there would be two huge and hungry predators running through the parking lot.Damn it! Frustration hurts.

 “Don’t you want me?” Heather whimpered in painful rejection. Hurt bathed her eyes with unshed tears.

 “God, yes! I want you, Princess.” Rafe bit his lip as he saw the painful need burning in her expression. “I want you so bad I’m shaking.” He lunged, gripping the back of her neck and took her mouth, sucking at her lips with all the pent-up frustration that swam in his gut. His tongue pushed and stroked against hers, tasting her in a lustful fever. He felt her reach for his hair, pulling him to her, sucking on his tongue and biting his lips, kissing him back for all she was worth. He reluctantly pulled away, his eyes glowing with urgency.

 “Damn it, Rafe, why do you keep stopping?”

 “I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you ‘til you scream. I want to cover you in my cum and smear it all over your body and mine. But, I need to take you home, to my home, where it’s safe.” With shaking hands, he started the jeep, then put it in gear.

 “Hey! Wait a minute! I can't just go with you, I have to go home!” Heather yelped.

 “You have to go through your change,” Rafe said as he looked behind, backing out of the parking space. “I’m taking you to my place where I can keep an eye on you.”

 “Oh, no, you’re not!” There was a definite snarl in her voice, anger winning over tears. “You pushed me into having sex, then you pushed me away as soon asI wanted to have sex. Well, you’ve pushed me around one too many times, and I've had enough. Stop the jeep.” Heather grabbed the handle on the flimsy door and shoved it open an inch or so.

 “Sorry, Princess, this is for both our own good,” he said as he concentrated on the parking lot traffic. “I can’t have a newborn werewolf eating people in my territory.” The jeep made its cautious way through the parking lot to the exit.

 “Eating people?” snapped Heather. “What the hell are you talking about? Do you know how crazy that sounds? Look, just because you tell me that my sudden appetite for raw beef means I'm going to turn into a hairy monster doesn't mean I'm buying your bullshit! I said, stop the jeep!”

 “It’s my fault, so I’m responsible for you.” Rafe ground through clenched teeth. “So, you’re coming home with me.” He gunned the engine and the jeep picked up speed as it came to the exit onto the main street.

 “Well, tough shit! You should have asked me, not ordered me around! She glanced over at her pick-up, parked by the main doors of the grocery store. In a lunge, Heather flung open the door and tumbled out onto the parking lot. She landed on her hands and rolled over her shoulder, then dove between the cars. Heather stopped in surprise, hunched down between a pick-up and a sedan. “Whoa, I’ve never done that before!” Her heart pounded with fear and exhilaration.

 The sound of screeching brakes and Rafe shouting over horns announced that he was not done with her yet. Hunched over, she darted between cars and made a beeline for her pick-up.

 “Werewolves, my ass! That was the dumbest excuse for a date I’ve ever heard,” she snapped as she ran crouched toward her truck through the maze of parked cars. “If he wants to sleep with me, he can just ask me like any other guy.”

 The last ten feet to her parked truck were open drive and swirling snow. Looking both ways for moving cars, she darted across the open space to the driver side of her truck. Reaching into her jeans pocket, she pulled out her keys. She flung open the truck door and climbed in, and slammed it closed, locking the door with a satisfied sigh.

 Heather started up her truck and looked for the red jeep. She didn’t see it anywhere, so she cautiously backed out of the parking space. Heather felt a niggling sense of disappointment that he hadn’t tried to follow her.

 The parking lot, crazy because of the sudden snow, was filled with people flooding out of the store and racing for their cars. A family of four staggering with groceries careened out in front of her moving pick-up. She stomped on the brakes and slid a few inches in the snow. In fury, she rolled down her window.

 “Okay, people, put your brains back in your heads before you get killed!” she snapped at the fleeing family. She rolled her eyes, then shook her head. “What the hell is wrong with me?” She rolled her window back up. “I never yell out my window.”

 Peering past the overworked windshield wipers, Heather made her careful way out of the parking lot by way of the back exit. Cars were crawling everywhere and the yellow lines on the main road were disappearing fast under a carpet of white. The traffic lights swung slowly in a rising wind.

 “Damn, this is one hell of a snow,” Heather muttered. Carefully she exited from the main street, then pulled out onto the tree-lined highway leaving the lights of the small town behind. Snow obscured everything; she could barely see the road. The lines had disappeared completely under snow that was piling up fast. The glare of headlights suddenly filled her rearview mirror.

 “What the hell?” she had time to yelp, then felt a hard thump on her back bumper, snapping her head forward. “Oh my God, he hit me!” Her heart leapt into her throat as her pick-up wobbled in the slippery snow. She gasped. The idiot behind her was about to run her off the road! “Don’t panic! Don’t panic! Don't panic!” She glanced in her mirrors but could only see headlights. She couldn’t tell what kind of car was behind her. She panicked and stepped on the gas to get out of the way, but that made her fishtail.

 There was another thump as the car behind her bumped her again. She screamed in fright as her truck went into a slow spin. The truck skidded to the right sideways and thumped off the road. Her truck crunched off the edge of the road, then with a final slow turn, it slid nose first into a ditch filled with snow. The engine stalled.

 Heather blinked, surprised that she was still in one piece. With an ugly curse, she started the truck and put it in reverse. The tires spun, throwing spumes of fresh snow. The truck rocked back a few inches, then rolled forward into the ditch. She was stuck.

 “Goddammit!” she swore.

 Something moved by her driver-side window. She yelped in surprise, but couldn’t see a damn thing through the falling snow. Then, her door handle was jiggled. Shuddering in fear, Heather grabbed for her door, then realized that it was locked.

 Something came smashing through the window and she screamed in fright as glass sprayed into the cab. A gloved hand reached in to open the door.

 Heather scrambled over to the passenger door. Flipping the lock, she threw the door open tumbling out into the snow-filled ditch. On her hands and knees, she desperately scrambled away from the road in panicked flight. She climbed the snowy hill as fast as her sneakers and clawing hands could get her. She was so scared her breath came in gasps.

 She slipped and slid as she dashed up the embankment, then crashed through the brush. The snow melted from her touch so fast, she barely felt the cold, only damp as she tore up the hill. Her breath steamed as she bolted into the trees in her haste to get away from whoever was after her. Falling snow kissed her cheeks. Branches slapped at her face and tore at her flannel shirt as she fled uphill in the deepening snow.

 She could hear nothing but the hissing of the falling snow, her feet, the snapping of branches and her own breathing as she fled. There was no sound of anyone in the brush behind her. She stopped and looked up the hill.There has to be a house around here somewhere, where I can make a phone call.

 Something grabbed her ankle and she fell to her hands in the snow. Turning, she raised her fists and snarled with her teeth bared. Rafe’s dark head and gleaming yellow eyes met her terrified gaze. His hands were encased in black gloves, and one of them held her ankle.

 “Come on, Princess, we don’t have time for this.” He pulled on her ankle and she slid in the snow toward him. He reached up with his other hand and grabbed her thigh in a punishing grip.

 “You son of a bitch! You pushed me off the road? I coulda been killed, you ass!” Now she was really pissed.

 “Not anymore, you’re a lot harder to kill these days. Now come on—before the roads close completely.” He grabbed for her arm.

 With a vicious snarl, she lunged at him, fists swinging. To her complete surprise, she caught him on the jaw with a satisfying smack.

 In blank astonishment, Rafe raised a hand to his jaw, then his eyes narrowed grimly. “So you want to play rough?”

 Heather suddenly realized that hitting him in the face had done nothing but make him angry. Not a good idea when he had delusions of being a werewolf. In sudden fear, Heather kicked out at his hand on her ankle.

 With a muffled curse, he released her.

 She rolled to her feet and scrambled back up the hill.Oh my God, he's going to kill me! She felt his arms wrap around her waist and she yelped in fright. She was slammed facedown onto the snow-covered ground, with Rafe’s full weight on top of her. It knocked the breath from her, and his body was an inferno against her back. She did not want to think about what he would do to her now.

 She screamed in panicked fury, then bucked, trying to throw him off. “Let me go!”

 “Stop fighting me.”

 His powerful hands gripped her wrists and yanked them to the small of her back. She heard the metallic sound of a belt buckle being released and the sound of him pulling his belt from his pants. Was he going to beat her? Her blood turned to ice in her veins. She twisted her shoulders, but he held her fast.

 She heard him panting as he sat up, straddling her with his thighs, his coat cloaking them both. She felt him wrap the belt around her wrists.He's tying me up? She pulled at the belt, but somehow he had it fastened so tightly she could barely move her hands.

 Heather suddenly realized that she could feel and smell Rafe’s massive erection pressing against the small of her back. The image of him pulling down her jeans to mount her from behind flooded her thoughts. She shuddered with fear and sudden violent lust.

 “It’s time to go, Princess,” Rafe growled. Heather’s sweet scent of semi-aroused female and musky sweat from her proximity to her first change had him painfully hard. He tried breathing through his mouth to reduce the aroma, but quickly discovered that he could actually taste her heat on his tongue.

 He could feel own beast struggling to rise in response to hers. If he didn’t get her to his cabin immediately, he was going to take her here in the snow. With his beast so close to the surface, this would be no gentle coupling. Using his weight, he held the struggling girl face down in the snow as he wrapped his narrow belt around her wrists, tying it tight.

 “Stop trying to fight me, dammit,” he growled even as his beast wanted her to fight. It was exciting him, urging him to take her brutally, here and now. As he held her pinned beneath him, the idea of possessing her and riding her to completion while in the throes of her change was intoxicating. The pent-up frustration from the aborted episode in the jeep earlier wasn’t helping him control his temper, or his libido.

 “Fuck you!” she snapped, spitting snow.

 “My pleasure,” he smiled grimly.That's it ! She was going to acknowledge his dominance right here and right now. He knew he wasn’t thinking very clearly, but at the moment, he really didn’t care. His dick was hard, and he wanted it in her.

 Sitting up in the snow, he flipped her over onto her back, her hands trapped under her body. Throwing his leg back over her thighs, he pushed his trapped hardness against her crotch. He then leaned over her, pressing his hips into her, yet holding the weight of his shoulders on his elbows, his long leather coat cloaking them both from the falling snow.

 Licking his lips in anticipation, he pressed his face against the softness of her breasts, nuzzling against the hard nipples that were trying to poke through the snow-damped flannel of her shirt. His lips closed on a prominent nipple rising under the flannel. Nipping and sucking, he pulled it and the fabric into his mouth. Using his teeth, he closed on the hard nipple and rolled it, tugging.

 “What the hell are you doing?” She gasped, then moaned. His teeth and lips were making the hair on her scalp rise. She couldn’t decide if it was fear or excitement.

 Slowly and deliberately, he slid his trapped erection against her heat, back and forth, making her feel his need. He hissed with the incredible pleasure, then began to unbutton her flannel shirt.

 “I’m taking up your invitation, Heather.” His voice dropped octaves lower, a voice barely human. “To fuck you.”

 “What?” She shook her head. “No, damn you! Let me go!”

 Ignoring her protests, his gloved fingers fumbled at the buttons. In sudden impatience, he pulled the damp flannel apart and buttons sprayed across the snow. The shirt parted, revealing her lacy white bra. Her soft stomach rose and fell with her heaving breath. His leather-encased fingers slid possessively across her over-warm flesh. His lips followed, tasting the creamy skin his fingers had explored. He tasted the whisper of power rising from her skin. Her beast was close to awakening, and he could feel it under his tongue.

 She felt his hand slide down to her belt. Heather shifted in disbelief. “What are you doing?” He wasn’t really going to take her in the snow, was he?

 He tugged the belt open, then free. “I already told you what I’m going to do.” The button to her damp jeans followed.

 “Rafe, don’t do this.” Her zipper being drawn down seemed loud in the winter silence.

 “Heather, you started this, I’m finishing it.” His gloved hand slid down into the opening in her jeans.

 She gasped. His leather-covered palm felt hot against the roundness of her tummy. She felt her body stirring warmly under his touch. For someone who seemed to be about to fuck her in the snow, he was being surprisingly gentle.

 With golden, slitted eyes, he stared down at her. His other hand went to his boot and he pulled out his knife. Her entire body tensed sharply. It opened with a loud snick.Okay, now I'm really scared. A small sound of fright escaped her lips.

 He growled and his lips curled in a feral smile. “I suggest you lay very still.”

 She froze.Oh my God! Is he going to kill me?

 The flat of the blade grazed her skin as he slid it under her bra. Pulling sharply, the delicate lace parted against the blade, releasing her breasts to his mercy. He licked his lips at the sight of her rosy nipples. They hardened visibly from the sudden exposure, crowning the perfect whiteness of her breasts and framed by the soft flannel.

 “Dammit, Rafe! What part of no don’t you get?” Heather snapped, primitive, feminine fear warring with her growing urgency. She writhed under him, struggling, secretly pleased that he had to use his entire body to hold her down in the snow. Something within her refused to back down, refused to give in. Refused to be submissive to his dominance.

 “You have two choices,” he said as he rubbed his cheek against her full breasts, breathing deeply of her delicious female scent. His stubble rasped her nipples. His golden eyes locked onto hers. The cerulean blue of her eyes was drowning in gold, becoming a rich sea green. “You can stop fighting me, and I will drive us both out to my cabin where we can fuck each other senseless in privacy…”

 Heather shuddered hard beneath him from his graphic words. Lust gripped her vitals and her hips lifted against his trapped erection. She moaned with the pleasure.

 “Or,” he continued, breathing deeply, “I can take you now, right here in the snow.”

 Her body was very much inclined to let him take her right then and there. “I thought you said I have to go through some kind of change.” She was stalling, confused by the potent mixture of her body’s heated excitement at war with the panic that made her tremble. From the look of amusement on his face, she figured that he knew it too. She was also trying not to breathe in too deeply, because the smell of his potent arousal was adding to her already overwhelming desire.

 “Mmm, yes,” he purred in reply, “the change.”

 As he pressed against her, she could feel the vibration of his deep rumbling growl against her skin.

 His silky head dipped to her soft belly, where he rubbed his face like a great cat. “We’re safe here. Or rather, the rest of humanity is safe from us here. There aren’t any houses near here, so no people to draw us, and I live just over this hill. We can get your truck and my jeep tomorrow.”

 “Got this all planned out?” She could feel her temper trying to reassert itself. Was this all just a set-up?

 He lifted his head from her belly and suddenly lunged up her body. “I do now.” The hard wall of his chest pressed against the softness of her naked breasts and his lips were but a kiss away. “I guess you could say that doing you right here is a good way to burn off excess energy ‘til I can take you out to properly hunt.” He nuzzled the side of her neck, burrowing under her ear. He opened his mouth and dug his teeth lightly into the muscle of her neck, creating erotic shivers from her throat down.

 “Hunt?” The fullness of his cock was pressing directly on her clit and it felt far too good. She licked dry lips. She didn't want to encourage this nutcase, but at the same time, she wanted to stay and have him bury his cock in her hungry body.

 “Once you change, you will need to feed,” he whispered directly into her ear. She could feel the tip of a damp tongue tracing the shell of her ear. “There are a lot of deer around here. Once you make your first kill, drink your first living blood, you’ll be able to change whenever you like, so to speak.”

 Heather felt her panties dampen and a hard bolt of lust slam low in her belly at the thought of running down and killing a deer to eat it, still warm.What the hell is wrong with me?

 His whispers brushed her ear. “Think about it. The fresh blood warm in your mouth.”

 She let out a small helpless sound in reaction to her warring feelings. She was a nice girl. Nice girls didn’t kill animals, then want to eat them, to drink their blood as it pumped into her mouth from a still-beating heart. Nice girls didn’t get horny over the idea, either. Nice girls didn’t want to fuck in the steaming blood-spattered snow.Why am I having these feelings? To her dismay, she unconsciously rocked her hips up against him.

 He chuckled. “I can feel your lust, Princess.” His words were barely more than a breath. “You want me to fuck you right here in the snow.”

 God help her, but he was right.That son of a bitch! All of a sudden, she wanted nothing more that to sink her teeth into the smug bastard. She wanted very badly to see the color of his blood, to taste it, warm and alive on her tongue.

 Lunging upward, she snapped, reaching for his throat. With blinding speed, he lurched out of range. Her teeth closed on the collar of his coat. Using a palm for leverage, he shoved her back onto the ground. His eyes were pools of molten gold as he smiled viciously down at her.

 “You’re gonna have to be a lot quicker than that.”

 “Why can’t you just leave me the hell alone?”

 “It’s far too late for that. What’s your pick, my cabin, or right here?”

 “Get off me, you!” she screamed. Digging in her heels, she bucked hard to throw him off.

 “I guess that means right here, right now,” he growled right back as he held her down with brute force. His mouth set in a grim line, he threw his leather coat off onto the snow next to them. With inhuman speed he rose off her, then bodily tossed her onto his coat.

 With her hands tied to the small of her back, she fell belly first. The air woofed out of her lungs from the impact. Before she knew it, she felt his knees straddling her calves, and his hand pressing on her lower back. Heather felt his gloved hands hook into the back of her jeans, then he tugged hard. He hauled her off the ground, then upright on her knees.

 He wrapped an arm around her hips, pulling her ass into his kneeling lap, squarely against his trapped erection. He groaned in pleasure, grinding himself against her. His gloved hands slid up to cup the fullness of her breasts, pulling her up and back against his hard chest.

 “You have no idea how glad I am that I don’t have to wait,” he whispered intimately in her ear. Rafe wanted nothing better than to force her down on his coat and ride her to oblivion, but that would accomplish nothing but his own enjoyment, and might make her hate him. He needed her lust to overcome her fear. His fingers trapped her nipples and tugged. She shivered under his palms. “I didn’t think I was gonna make the drive anyway.”

 In alarm, Heather lunged away, trying to get her feet under her.Oh shit! Now what have I done? Her breath came in gasps. His arms were steel bands around her, she wasn’t going anywhere, and part of her was glad.

 “Oh, no, you don't,” he growled as he held her still. “The fun is just beginning, Princess.” Rafe clenched his gloved fingertip in his teeth and tugged, peeling the glove from one hand. With a sigh, he slid the naked hand down her belly and straight into the front of her panties.

 Heather squirmed as his warm hand burrowed deep. She trembled as she felt him close on her, cupping her heat. A finger slid deep into her wet softness as he hunched over her back panting, his powerful erection tight against her buttocks. His other hand, still encased in leather, tugged and rolled her captured nipple with his gloved fingers.

 She shuddered and moaned as he fought to burrow his hand deeper into her jeans to slide further into her more-than-willing flesh. Then he made contact with something soft and exciting deep within. He stroked it and she choked as she slammed to the edge of release. Her creamy honey slicked his palm. She gasped and moved against him, wanting him to touch her within again.

 “More?” he whispered calmly though his breath came in harsh pants. His palm rode on her clit. He moved his hand, flicking his buried finger to stroke her inner pleasure point while massaging her clit at the same time.

 She was jolted hard to the shimmering edge of climax. “Oh, God!” she cried out.

 “More?” he asked again, his voice hissing with his own rising urgency.

 “Yes,” Heather sobbed. “God yes, more!” With excruciating slowness, he stroked deep within her again, moving his palm against her. Her body trembled as she quivered on the very edge of a powerful climax, writhing on his hand. She was close, so very close.

 With incredible speed, he pulled his hand out. In astonishment, she looked over her shoulder to see Rafe put his wet fingers in his mouth. His gloved hand clenched painfully on her breast.

 “Damn, I love the taste of you.” His eyes were narrow slits of golden flame as he sucked her honey from his fingers in delight. His tongue swiped his palm in slow deliberation, savoring her flavor.

 Heather felt trapped with his arm tight across her chest as he gripped her breast. Faster than her eye could track, his bare hand reached out and cupped her chin, his fingers digging into her jaw without mercy. He turned her face away from him, pointing her forward, facing the trees in front of her.

 He released her breast, wrapping his gloved hand around the silky length of her ponytail. Heather felt her chin released. Her head was pulled back with slow but irresistible force, baring her throat, holding her still. She gasped as his mouth closed on the side of her neck, his lips caressing the delicate skin, measuring her pulse as it pounded under his stroking tongue.

 Without warning, his sharp teeth closed firmly on the muscle and skin of her vulnerable throat with bruising force. She could feel the points of long incisors digging in but not piercing her tender skin. She froze under his bite. If she pulled, her flesh would come away in his teeth.

 She felt him let go of her chest to grip the back of her jeans in a fist, then pull. Her opened pants slithered down her thighs to her knees, taking her panties with it and trapping her legs together. His bare hand swept the white softness of her buttocks. His mouth released her throat while his gloved hand held onto her hair.

 “Mother of the Moon, you have a nice ass, Heather,” he growled out.

 She heard him unbutton his pants, then his zipper being drawn. “Are you going to rape me?”

 Rafe noted a thread of fear in her words. He felt a twinge of guilt at what he was about to do, but her beast was too close to the surface to ignore and so was his. His body was screaming to possess her and he wanted to release it while he could still control his actions.

 His fingers slid down into the seam of her buttocks. Using his grip on her ponytail, he tipped her forward enough for his fingers to dip back into her wet flesh. Unconsciously, her hips bucked wanting him to drive his fingers deeper.

 “Can’t rape the willing, Princess,” he said as he explored her. His chest heaved as he panted against her back. “And you just don’t feel all that unwilling to me, babe.” His hands shook as he stroked his hard shaft once, then pushed the purple head forward, nudging himself between her soft creamy thighs.

 She felt the incredible heat of his hardness between her closed thighs rubbing up against her wet flesh. She could feel the curling hairs on his naked legs pressing tight against her. “Oh God,” Heather whimpered, shuddering as lust wrapped her in white heat. She could barely think through her body’s hungry demand, and trembled.

 “It’s all up to you, Princess,” he whispered in her ear, his breath heaving with suppressed excitement. “How bad do you want me? I’m right here, ready for you, waiting for you.” His voice dropped to barely a breath of sound. “Open up and let me in…” He pulled back, stroking himself between her legs, his shaft rasping against her moist slit, the swollen head of his cock damp with pre-cum and her honey, sliding against her hot and excited clit.

 With a soft cry of surrender, she arched back against him, positioning his heat against the opening to her body.

 Releasing a groan, his arms tightened around her in a vicious grip. He surged forward into her welcoming depths and impaled her on his heavily erect cock. She felt him stretch her wide to make room for his fullness. He pulled her body back hard; rocking her against him as he forged in as far as he could go, possessing her utterly.

 Heather cried out as her ravenous body was filled to bursting.

 “Oh, Jezuz fuck, Heather,” the werewolf growled.

 His eyes lost focus with the pleasure of her heat encasing him. He pulled out a little only to lunge in, seating himself firmly in her tender flesh. With frenzied hands he released her hair and loosed her wrists from his belt. Using his hips, he shoved her forward onto her hands, then hooked an arm over her hip. With heavy strokes, he fucked her in a swift brutal rhythm, her body squeezing and sucking him in on every stroke.

 His fingers found her tender clit and stroked her in time with his pounding thrusts. His other hand gripped her thigh, holding her steady as she shoved back against him. He pressed his chest against her back and drove into her softness again and again. Her inner muscles squeezed and caressed him as he moved within her.

 Heather felt a bolt of fire sear from the base of her skull down her spine and let out a whimper as she writhed against him. She could feel her body clenching and tightening. The heat of him, the smell of him, the raw force of him thrusting and thrusting into her wanton flesh overwhelmed her senses. She was close, so close, right on the glittering razor's edge. Lava pooled in her belly and spread to her shaking limbs. Pants became moans as the delicious warmth spread and blazed under her skin as sensual tension built at a fevered pitch.

 The snow steamed around them from sudden heat.

 Rafe smelled the scent of her climax building. The ripple of her power rose in to a wave readying to burst in a flood. He could feel the pressure in his balls as he readied to spill into her heated depths. She was almost there and he wanted to be sure they went together. His beast began to surface as hers neared its birth. He felt the fire in his bones as her power crested, feeding off his nearing peak, off his escalating power.

 “Off, off.” Heather heard him snarl viciously. Rafe suddenly stopped, pulling his hands away from her, and sat back on his haunches, still sheathed in her body. She swore viciously in frustration. The sound of ripping fabric reached her ears.

 Startled, she looked over her shoulder to see him pulling the shreds of his shirt from his shoulders. Shoulders that looked larger, more menacing somehow. She caught his eye and gasped. His once-green eyes were molten gold in the gray snow light and glowing. He smiled, baring long canines.

 Hands tipped in long curving claws reached for her and ripped her flannel shirt-like tissue from her back, along with the tatters of her bra. With an arm around her waist, he stood up. He pulled her up with him still joined, his cock filling her. He was so tall that although he braced his legs wide her toes barely touched the coat they stood on. Violently, he tugged his pants down, ripping them, then kicking them off with his boots following. Her wet jeans followed, ripping under his claws, pulling her shoes off with her pants.

 “Now,” he growled in a voice no longer human in any way. “Now we change, skin to skin, you and I.” His arms closed around her, his clawed hands raking down her lightly, scoring her breasts and stomach with red lines that didn’t quite break the skin. Lifting her bodily, he cupped her mons, with his palm riding directly on her fevered clit. Holding her fast in his arms, his fingers digging in, his claws lightly marking her arms and body, he thrust powerfully into her again and again as they stood locked together in the falling snow. His muscles bunched and flexed as he strove to keep them both standing upright.

 She moaned long and loud as she felt the fire sizzle up from her filled pussy, hammered to the brink of a crushing orgasm. The ball of fire at the base of her skull blazed outward in a firestorm under her skin to consume her. Her skin tingled and jumped as a streak of lightning blazed a path down her spine. She felt feverish and shaky, writhing against his hard body and harder flesh. Her mouth opened on a long, throaty, glorious cry.

 “Let it come, Princess. Let it consume your flesh and bone and blood,” the werewolf snarled fiercely in her ear. “Cum for me,” he groaned as he pounded into her.

 She felt the crest of pure ecstasy, then screamed as she fell into glory. Fire blazed up her body in a joyous red wave. She shrieked with a pleasure so fierce it was closer to agonizing pain. She barely heard his screams as he joined her, suffering the throes of his own climax.

 He howled as he released himself into her body, the power of her orgasm rushing through him in an inferno. Heat and rapture swallowed them both. Fire burned and writhed under their skin, power grinding through them, twisting and changing muscle and bone. Her triumphant howls joined his as they fell to the ground in the snow, still locked intimately.

  

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 She snapped awake, lying on his coat in the snow, her fur mingled with his as he lay beside her. His scent was warm and comforting to her sensitive nose.

 Looking about, her sight seemed strangely dimmed, but the perfume of dormant trees and plants were strangely colored.

 How can perfume be colored?she thought briefly, and then became distracted by the bell-chime sounds of wind pushing ice-rimed branches against each other.

 Her ears swiveled, and she heard the crystal tinkling of falling snow. The world was huge and crowded with sounds and sensations she’d never felt before.

 His sleek wolf’s head turned, and he regarded the silver she-wolf from golden eyes. Playfully he gripped her long muzzle with his powerful jaws in greeting.

 She mischievously nipped his narrow shoulder with her sharp teeth. The glossy lupine head of her lover with its tall ears and white serrated smile was handsome to her new eyes. His black fur was thick and luxurious with its winter coat.

 He nudged her shoulder to rise, and power surged through her new form.

 She leapt in delight with her newborn body.

 He jumped up and grabbed for her plumed tail playfully, his magnificent tail streaming out behind him.

 They dashed off in the fresh snow, two wolves running side by side on paws that barely felt the ground.

 Now we hunt,whispered through her thoughts.

  

  

  

  

  

  

 About the Author

  

  

 For me, writing is more than a passion, it's anobsession . The stories crowd into my head. I write them down so I can get some peace. According to my mother, I was writing stories before I began Kindergarten with any pencil, pen or crayon that I could get my grubby little hands on. Any piece of paper with enough blank space became a place to draw my little pictures telling stories about mermaids with long beautiful tails, witches who could fly and wild horses.

 To this day my mother likes to gleefully recite to all her friends the tale of how I cried over losing a particularly good mermaid picture that I had drawn on the back of the phone bill. She still insists that the lady who took the bill thought it was wonderful, too—but no, she couldn't bring it back. The copier had yet to be invented at that time.

 I published my first story in a magazine during my sophomore year in high school; a nice little horror story about a ghost dog and revenge against his murderer. Very lurid and very gory.

 I am a voracious reader of Romance, Science-Fiction, Fantasy, Horror and Erotica, so naturally my stories follow along the lines of what I want to read.

 Where do I get my ideas from? Rampant curiosity. I play the game of 'What If?' with everything I encounter. Everything I do and everything I see, triggers a story to be told:

 What if the waitress being hit-on by a pushy guy is really a succubus?'Night Waitress'

 What if Satan uses all those souls he collects for Demonic assignments?'Demoness'

 What if you were seduced and discovered that you caught a rare STD: Lycanthropy?'Snow Moon'

 I have lived in seven states and spent two years in England. I have been an auto mechanic, a security guard, a waitress, a groom in a horse-stable, in the military, a magazine editor, a bellydancer and a stripper.

 These days I work as a copywriter / editor for an adult entertainment Internet company, so I guess you could say that I write for a living. I write promotional material for my company and my non-fiction articles are published in Klixxx Magazine and AVN Online magazine. Last year I became associate editor for a regional adult entertainment magazine 'V2'. A very interesting experience. I learned a lot about 'writing to order'.

 Why do I write? I write to keep my sanity.

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