Catching Up!

Been a while since I posted here. I’m working on revising and editing an urban fantasy book that an agent requested. I’ve got another story in formation stages from outline notes and pieces of chapters that a publisher asked for. In between, I’m thinking about new stories to bring to all my readers. While I’m working on that I’d love to hear from you about what stories and ideas you like to read about. Input from readers is a vital thing for authors. One-It tells us what you like and want to read. Two-We get to know more about you.

Let me expand on this. Knowing what our readers like and want to read fuels our imagination. It gives our muse fodder to ponder and turn into a story idea. I’m working on a novella working title A MATE OF THEIR OWN. While I’m structuring the word count for 17k. I got a hunch it will be more. Not sure who I’m going to submit this too when its done. I work on it in between my other projects.

Interacting with our readers forms bond and personal connections that are awesome. I enjoy knowing about my readers. Sometimes these people are the best advertising we authors can have. I’ve learned about unique outlooks, perceptions, and lifestyle from the readers I’ve met in person and online. Also met new authors I’ve added to my TBR pile and others as great friends.

Please take sometime and let me know what stories you would like to see or situations you enjoy reading about. Maybe a sequel to one of my prior books.

Smiles,

Solara

 

 

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MICK AND TRINA’S STORY Chapter One

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Trina looked over the group of men standing close to her. Two male wolves, three coyotes, and one snow leopard made up the group. None of them particularly drew her attraction or thoughts. Yet, dancing with one or two of them might get conversation flowing. After all, chaperoning a high school dance didn’t require more than keeping the kids out of dark corners. Making small talk with the other parents present and enjoying the music. Miss Elly and Vernon were out on the dance floor cutting their path across the gym. More fifties music blared out of the speakers. Even Gill and Chloe tried their hand at some of the intricate dance steps the music teacher had shown everyone before the music started.

 

She wiped her hands down her heavily starched poodle skirt. Missy Elly’s kindness included loaning her clothes in theme with the music. Her teased and sprayed hair bounced each time she nodded her head in time with the music. A few feet away one of the teachers named Mick stood wearing a black leather biker’s jacket, tight ass-incasing jeans, and a dark red t-shirt with the outline of wolf on it. His slicked back hair refused to adhere to the gel. Two lone curls close to the top of his forehead gave him an air of mystique. An edge that caused her breath to catch and set off warmth the reached deep into her. Sex for the sake of physical release stymied her. Her chemistry required more. An attraction and mutual interest revved her hormones. If she wanted to get off—she snickered at her use of male thoughts and terms—her battery-operated boyfriend worked fine thank you. No need for making small talk and acting nice when all she wanted and needed was a hard fast orgasm. One that rocked her to sleep or into a blissed out state that lasted more than someone poking her saying ‘my turn now.’

 

Mick looked up from the table, counted the number of couples on the dance floor, and smiled. At least four of his students were out there trying the steps he showed them earlier. Many were standing in segregated groups of boys and girls. Their parents were doing much the same. When had kids lost the art of mingling and mixing with the opposite sex? This was Talbot’s Peak. Sex and what it entailed wasn’t shunned or stuffed in the closet. No, every kid new the basics by age eight. After all short gestations could manifest themselves quite easily. Ah, making sure his students understood the birds and bees aspect of life wasn’t his teaching area. Music and art took more than a few hour-long sessions per week to understand and enjoy. Good thing Gill and the town council got the need for after school activities like these.

He glanced over his shoulder back to where the redhead stood. Her petiteness intrigued him. She also ignited a protectiveness he was sure she didn’t require. After all, she was part wolf and coyote, two animals that could take care of themselves. Still making her acquaintance and enjoying a few dances didn’t entail getting involved. Friendship added to life. Why not add a new friend to his group? A female one too. Mick tossed his empty cup in the trash receptacle near him and turned. The next song was a slow hold your partner close one. Easy to dance too and long enough to learn a few things about each other. Yes, a good choice. He started toward Trina.

Mick walked across the floor, keeping Trina in his sight. She ducked her head, looking away. He’d watched her peruse all the males present. The teens that danced past her, she smiled at and shook her head no. The older ones made conversation and moved off to find their mates or spouses. The few women who stopped to talk, pointed to males at various points throughout the gymnasium. He reached Trina as the opening strains of the melody began.

“May I have this dance, please?” he asked, holding out his hand. He kept his gaze on her face. The costumes hid much of their physique. Not that it mattered. Many here used scent and their other senses along with their animal sixth sense to pick out their chase. There were no victims here. Matting happened when all parties agreed. Dancing didn’t resemble the sweaty pleasure enhance bed rumpling stints most of the youth here tried to do. No, dancing was for conversation, getting to know each other, and asking for another dance. Even time to nibble finger foods and sip the sickening sweet punch the cafeteria provided. He’d heard whispers Louie from Rattigan’s was due at midnight; something about road kill stew and other more delightful cuisine.

Mick smiled. Trina turned toward him. Her hands lay one on top of the other, resting on her fanny pouch. Most of the women carried purses or clutch bags. Not this one. Dare he ask what she carried in it? Too personal a question too soon? He wet his lips ready to change topics when Trina spoke.

“Thank you. I’d love to dance.” Trina stepped closer to him. “Been a while since I slow danced.”

Mick chuckled. “Easy to remember. Like riding a bike. Of course, unless you like to lead.”

“Oh, I’m not supposed to?” Trina grinned, raising her arms. “Maybe you better show me how this is done. You know I might need a bit of private tutorial here rather than out there.” She point to the open dance floor.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Okay, one tutorial coming up. Then we make our way across the gym and back. This is the slow long songs portion of the evening.”

Trina nodded her understanding and moved closer until he could easily see her in the darker portion where they stood. He took a hold of her wrist, instructing her as he did. “You hand goes on my shoulder. A light touch is fine.”

He reached for her other hand; Trina held it out to him. “This one goes with this one?” She touched his palm with two of her fingers. Heat burst off her deep into him and jaggedly made its way up his arm. Mick swallowed hard and nodded. Did she realize what affect she had on him?

Trina pressed her lips together. Letting out a startled gasp might send him moving away. Heat like this hadn’t happened since her late husband. The one man—human not shapeshifter—who understood her and ignited a sexual chemistry that kept its volcanic explosions going until illness claimed him. Too bad, he turned out sterile. A child or two by him to remind her of the passion and love they shared would’ve eased the pain and sorrow. She blinked pushing the five year old past memories back to where they belonged, deep in the memories of another time in her life. She’d come here to start over and it appeared she’d chosen a good place to do so.

Mick slid his hand along Trina’s waist. Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder. He moved closer to her until they were approximately three feet apart. She smiled, shaking her head.

“What’s funny?” Mick asked, looking down. He placed his foot between Trina’s. His size ten and half shoe stuck out between her smaller ones.

“Us. This reminds me of the dancing lessons I took in junior high school. Most of the guys could shake their bootie and move around the dance floor like their pants were on fire.” Trina glanced down.

Mick snorted. “Seems that started the phase of trying to teach us etiquette and some form of courting.”

Trina’s laughter warmed his cheek. He winked and moved tighter to her. “Now shall we practice those steps and moves our parents spent money on?”

Trina arched her neck, looking up into Mick’s eyes. They reminded her of the blue sky over the lake during summer. The time of year, she could laugh and run free all over the campgrounds her parents owned. Summer camp allowed her and her siblings time to let their animal counterpart out. No harried admonishments either about hiding or keeping her furry side under tight control.

She licked her lips and nodded. “Sure. I can waltz; do a mean two-step, the occasional foxtrot, and a slow sultry dance that permits conversation. You have a preference?”

“Slow dance and conversation. Sultry is a little much for the kids.” Nick winked, stepping back wards as the music began.

“Yes, we chaperones need to keep an eye on the youngsters.” She chuckled moving in sync with Mick as he guided her out across the dance floor toward the middle of the gym.

“Ten questions each? A little getting acquainted info?” Mick swirled her in a circle creating more space between them.

“Okay. You pulling away?” Trina looked down and back up meeting Mick’s gaze.

“No, just allowing some room so we can talk easier. “ Mick grinned. “First question. Favorite color.”

“Mauve. Same for you.”

“Turquoise. Reminds me of the ocean.” Nick nodded. Vernon and Miss Ellie danced by them.

“Nice song choice, Mick.” Vernon twirled Miss Ellie, pulled her back into his arms and titled her back over one arm. “Allows a little swing and sway.”

Before Mick could answer, Vernon and Miss Ellie danced away. Mick glanced back at her. He stopped and started swaying back and forth in place. “Vernon’s right.”

Trina burst out laughing. “What about the other songs?”

“Fifties music and a few early sixties tunes. The rest are ones the kids requested. I don’t know if there’s much to dance to in their choices.” Mick started moving them around the dance floor again. “Why mauve?”

“The color of my grandma’s kitchen. She loved to cook and bake. That was the one place all ten grandkids could gather and all have grandma at once.” Trina shook her head as Mick opened his mouth again. “You’ve asked two questions. My turn.”

Mick nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Where’d you grow up?” Trina closed some of the space between them as another song started.

“All over. My dad joined the military right out of high school. He wanted to see how the other half lived. Human half.” Mick paused near the bleachers as the music picked up beat. “Continue dancing?”

“Please. Makes our conversation less conspicuous.” Trina glanced over her shoulder. “Second question. Why turquoise?”

“San Diego, California. The one place we stayed more than two years. Mom decided that moving wasn’t a good idea with changing schools constantly.”

“A place you call home?” Trina started nodding her head in time to the music. “Almost a latin rhythm to it.”

“Yes. Maybe we can two-step our way across the gym. And that was your third question.” Mick picked up pace and changed steps to match the beat of the music.

“So answer it. Then your turn.”

“It’s a place where I found me. My parents bought a house and Mom put down roots. All five of us graduated from high school and college there.” Mick leaned closer to her. “My third question is why Talbot’s Peak?’”

She’d kept so much of her past hidden. The pain and hurt dulled after a while. Could she talk about leaving home and knowing she couldn’t go back? The unofficial ‘get out’ her father ordered when he found out she wasn’t his daughter stung for a long time. Many didn’t take her mixed heritage well. Would Mick?

Trina swallowed hard.  She inhaled, counted to three, and slowly exhaled.  Her palpitating heart slowed some.  No one asked her why about anything she’d done up to now.  Even Phil’s wife took what she said at face value and checked her references on prior nanny positions.  They offered a place to stay and a bond with a group that accepted her. Let her be her and embraced what she brought to the table, a person who gave from her heart and took what she needed, a roof over her head and acceptance.  Maybe that made more sense than trying to explain it all.  Acceptance meant comfort, approval, and belonging.  That topped her needs list.  A place where her mixed heritage didn’t end up another label to wear or a taunt that got repeated over and over.  She turned and faced Mick.  She wet her lips and spoke.  “Why Talbot’s Peak?”

Mick nodded.

“Because here everyone knows your name, doesn’t care where you’ve been or come from unless it pertains to your work, and they care about me as a living being. “  She paused, ready to say more.

“I understand,” Mick said, smiling at her.  “Finding a place where you fit in can make or break you.”

Trina shrugged trying to ignore the tears threatening to run down her cheeks.  A lot of the places she’d been to scoffed at her.  Treated her like a second-class thing.  She didn’t ask why she threatened people.  She packed up and moved on like her family had for many years until her parents bought the farm close to the Wyoming Montana border.  Find her place on her own counted. After all, she wasn’t a young inexperienced woman. She’d hit her thirtieth birthday last year.

Mick reached up, knuckled a tear off Trina’s cheek.  He could see trust wasn’t easy for her.  Gaining hers would take time and effort.  The soothsayer predicted his mate, his heart mate, would affect him like no other.  Holding Trina as they danced set off a warmth and a desire he hadn’t felt in a long time.  Maybe she was the one.   Was he ready to take another chance at love? He and his heart hadn’t fared well the last time.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

Sorry I missed a few weeks.  Edits and rewrites took more time than expected.  Weather bouncing all over hit the Spice Homestead and laid DP, me and Gal Pal low for a bit.  Mage and his family got a few sniffles too.  We’re back on our feet and ready to enjoy warmer weather.

First chapter of Trina and Mick’s story  is done.  Pris finally got them to agree tell us more of their love story.  I hope to bring you chapter two next week.  We’ll have to see what Mick and Trina reveal next.  No one ever said the path of love and joy was a smooth one.

Until next week, keep positive, a song in your heart, and joy pouring forth!

Smiles,

Solara

 

 

Two Dragons for Lilly Chapter 1 Part 3

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“Red hot coals for fiery dragons.” Ned chuckled.

“You ain’t gonna get me red,” Adam replied. “Think you got lyrics ready since your mind is working.”

Ned hissed at him. Then picked up the pen close to him. He pulled the pad he’d scribbled notes on earlier to him. “Not as X-rated as earlier.”

Adam shook his head. “Songs preferably no hotter than R rated.”

Ned laughed again. “Humans and their restraints.”

“Social niceties,” Adam added. “We observe similar practices within our pack.”

“Prides. Packs. It all comes down to conservatism.” Ned pointed to two lines on his pad. “What about this? Your kisses are sweet. What a wine I sip.”

Adam groaned. “You’ve done better.”

“Inspiration, dude. I need inspiration.” Ned tossed his pen on the pad. “Maybe we need to go Lilly watching.”

“Leave the confectioner out of this,” Woody called out.

“Wood, give him a pass. I’ll chaperone. ‘Sides we need groceries and more coffee.” Adam pulled Ned’s pad to him. “I’ll make up the list. You call out what the cabinets lack.”

“I’m gonna take a shower. Get presentable.” Ned rose, humming as he walked away.

Adam stood, shaking his head, taking the pad with him. Ned’s libido kicked into overdrive usually when his dragon essence went through its mating phase. With the dragon corralled, it usually dropped. Apparently, this Lilly affected his human side too.

Adam hastily wrote down as Woody called out from the kitchen. “We need: Steaks, milk four gallons, ice cream, chocolate, cheese, burgers, ribs, eggs, bacon, and twelve whole chickens.”

Adam leaned into the kitchen. “Whole chickens?”

“Yes. Soup stock and Aaron’s chicken salad.” Woody exited the kitchen passing Adam. He made his way to the table and sat down.

Aaron, their bass guitarist, made a chicken salad that had chefs from four-star restaurants begging for the recipe.

“Don’t we need celery, garlic, and that organic mayo?’ Adam started adding the items to the list. He tossed the pad on the table and sat down next to Woody.

“He’s making his own. Ask him what he needs and add it to the list.” Woody pulled out his wallet and tossed several pieces of paper currency on the table.

“What’s this?” Adam asked picking up one of the bills.

“Talbot’s Peak currency. Stores in town won’t take other currency. Gotta go way out on the interstate for that.” Woody slumped in his chair.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

We learn more about our dragon shifters. One cooks….can we oooh and ah? I’ve had it on good promise that chapter one is almost done. Chapter Two introduces Lilly to us. I hear she is medium build, fiery red hair, and hazel eyes. I’m beginning to see why Ned and Adam are attracted to her.

Fall is here. Coolness is coming. I had the heater on in the car twice this week as I drove to work. Soon the colors will come and Gaia will put on her fancy dress before she sleeps. Enjoy this time with your family and friends. We are here at the Spice Homestead. Keep a few good books handy to share with your Spice and loves. I know I am!

Until Next Week,

Solara

A New Serial: Two Dragons for Lilly Chapter 1 Part 2

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“Ned, you keep that up and Mayor Gill is going to complain. His mate doesn’t like that we’re under their toddlers’ bedroom. Turn the heat down on your horny imagination, okay?” Adam reached for his mug of coffee. Strong double espresso laced with raspberry chocolate syrup. His sweet tooth ached every time he saw Lilly. Ned brought home free samples from her shop thanks to the friendship he struck up with another soccer fan down at the boys and girls club in town.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t plan on doing more than warming the wee ones overhead snug in their beds.” Smoke curled out of Ned’s nose. “Taming the flame that lass set’s off is going to take more than all of Antarctica to cool down.”
Adam shook his head, trying hard to not spray coffee on the computer screen he looked at. He gulped down the coffee he’d drank before Ned let loose one of his blasted puns. “Look here,” Adam began, setting his mug down. “Lust will melt your guitar picks if you aren’t careful. You know we got a recording contract to fulfill too.”
Ned flipped him the bird and stuck out his forked tongue. With an unintended lisp, he said, “Blowing raspberries ain’t easy with a forked tongue.”

Adam chortled. “Ah, but think of the double pleasure we give our partner’s clitoris when we take a few pleasing licks.”
Ned slammed his fist down on the table rattling the coffee pot and other mugs sitting on the table. Woody’s heavy footsteps sounded from down the hall. He called out as he approached, “Ned you breaking tables and dishes again?”
Adam saluted Ned with his mug, and kept sipping, keeping his eyes on the computer screen in front of him.
Woody stuck his head into the kitchen. “Well, Ned?”
“Ah come on bloke, you didn’t hear any china cracking or a spoon hitting the floor.” Ned picked up the pages in front of him. “Just trading inspirational ideas with Adam to get our song writing juices going again.”
“Fine. Remember, this lair is our home, not some hole in the ground or dank musty wet cave.” Woody started back down the hall, calling out again. “And, mate shopping can wait until the CD is done.”
“Frack!” Ned cursed, flames shooting out of his mouth.
Adam picked up the fire extinguisher near the table, pointed one end of the hose at him. “Antarctica is melting fast enough. Calm your dragon down.”
Ned narrowed his eyes and laid both hands on the table as he leaned forward. The glow in his eyes grew until only yellow remained visible. He blinked, exhaled, and stuck out his tongue. Three golden red medium sized charcoals landed on the table close to a heavy metal cover dish center of the table.
Adam reached over, picked up the tongs laying on the lay under the dish and handed them to Ned. “Thanks for reminding me. Take care of yours while I get mine under control.”
Adam closed his eyes. He never liked displaying his off antics. The group agreed that keeping tabs on each other worked better than having an outsider freaking out every time they separated their internal dragon from their essential core. Ned would need to see his eye color change and the coals end up on the table. Hazel colored eyes didn’t take well to the blast of heat and corralling of the energy that took place. His human heritage came out from time to time and his eye color was one of them.
Adam opened his eyes, looked up until his gaze met Ned’s. Ned nodded. Adam leaned forward, laid both hands on the table and muttered an ancient Gaelic curse. Heat rose from deep in his groin, pushing upwards until beads of sweat rolled off his brow. He repeated the curse again, tasting smoke, and the flash of heat rising up his throat. Opening his mouth, he stuck out his tongue, four similar sized coals landed on the table. Ned handed him the tongs. The lid on the dish clattered shut shortly thereafter. A red ring grew in size where the top of the bowl and the lid met. Two of the band knew the words that unlocked the bowl’s magic. Each knew half of the spell. That way neither could grab the power the coals held from any of the others.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

Ned and Adam are back and their story moves forward.  Dragons with dual essences, wow!  These guys are different for sure. This is going to be one interesting story it looks like.

Fall is definitely in the air.  Nights are cooler from time to time.  Some leaves are already changing color.  The heat strikes out with Summer not wanting to yield its time.  Who can blame it?  That cold blast lasting into March makes me want to start buying up longjohns now!

Remember to keep a few good books handy to share with loves and Spice.  I know I am!

Until Next Week,

Solara

A New Serial: Two Dragons for Lilly Chapter 1 Part 1

Composite image of chocolate heart“Come on, Adam. You can’t tell me you haven’t scoped out the lady down at the ice cream shop.” Ned sat down across from his band mate Adam Sandstron. “She’s as delicious looking as all the confections in her shop.”
Adam slumped down in his chair wanting to fold his arms tightly against him. Ned and his matchmaking ideas! All he had said was the woman got his gonads in an uproar now and then. Now Ned had them double dating. Flames and coals! The woman might run the opposite direction when she heard two dragons had their eye on her. Humans had a habit of taking a long distance view of fire breathers and their lavascious natures. From her fire red hair to the bottoms of her feet, Lilly oozed a sensual come-hither pheromone that had him harder than if he hadn’t jacked off the night before. Putting out the embers, this one ignited would take more than fantasizing about her. Ned needed to back off. Matchmaking worked if both parties wanted it. Three wanting it sweetened the desired out come even more.
“Ned Brimstone, you got your eye on her too!” Adam growled. Smoke curled out his mouth. His eyes must have glowed as Ned grinned as he heartily nodded.
“Oh, yes. Sweet, probably creamy when she comes, and delicious. Maybe as delicious as her confections. Wonder if she adds a touch of her sweetness to them.” Ned’s grew as Adam sat upright in his chair.
“That isn’t allowed and you know it. You and your food fetishes. Purity of product is required.” Before he could get out another word, Ned spoke.
“She doesn’t need be a virgin. I like my partners knowing what pleasures them so I can get about it. Doing it right from the start.” Ned licked his lips twice. His grin grew to a smile.
Adam gripped the edge of the table. He knew he couldn’t start the wrestling match both of them needed. Living in Talbot’s Peak, their accepted existence had limits. Keeping their fire breathing under extreme control and watching where and when they shifted. Flames above and below! And a woman that set him afire from his gonads and cock up to his mind. His libido and horny id didn’t like taking no for an answer. The days of pillage were gone, no more, and not to be had again. Not that he liked unwilling, overly submissive couplings. Sharing women with Ned took a certain finesse that both of them knew need care and tending. Putting their fiery natures under strict control happened when a mate bonded with them. Their last mate passed two centuries ago. Human mates didn’t last long. Love didn’t always let you make the decision. Lust did. Lust was going full throttle. How much more could he withstand before he bellowed and let loose a flame that would singe his heart and soul? Granddad said withstanding the heat of lust took a power that the heart could only let loose. Lilly hadn’t talked to either of them. Her scent kick started a part of him that he thought had long dried up and was dead.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

So our new resident Dragon Shapeshifters are on the sexy prowl scoping out the available females: human and shapeshifter alike.

Let’s see what happens as this story unfolds.   I hope to post 500-1000 word sections weekly until the story is done.  Who knows how long this will go on.

Until next week’s smoking hot juicy section, share those books with your spice and loves.  I know my smoking hots one are.

 

Solara

A BIT OF SUMMER READING

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Drake and Jon want to act on their attraction to Tina. Can 2 hunks, 1 lady, + lovemaking create a lifelong future?

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Abebi’s Declaration

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Jackson sat down next to Abebi. Even with her baby bump showing, he couldn’t stop wanting her. Every time he saw a pregnant woman, Jackson inhaled and delighted in the taste of feminine pheromones rolling across his wolfish taste buds. Each woman smelled different. Humans had a distinct tang to them. Abebi and the other shifters of the pack tasted unique. Their odor together here in the room ramped his male horny id into overdrive. One of the women present kept giving him the once-over stare. She’d smiled at him and winked more than once. Jackson was sure if he stood up, his obvious reaction would be present for all to see. Hiding a hard-on wasn’t easy when his cock felt like it was swollen and ready to orgasm from the first touch from any of the women present.

 

Abebi shifted in her seat. The group baby shower for the pregnant women of the pack as well as their extra partners made sense. Ten females besides herself were expecting babes. A couple of human newcomers to Remoor Beach were present. They shyly flirt and smiled as the men attending the function talked with them. At first, they hadn’t known how to take the gathering until Remo had introduced the group and explained that flirting was harmless unless someone decided to take it further and that was up to all involved to work out. Jackson sitting next to her indicated where his preference laid for the moment. How was he taking things? Abebi turned catty-cornered to Jackson and put her hand on his.

 

Jackson’s gaze met hers. Abebi nodded and wet her lips. Time had come to speak her mind. “Jackson, I said I’d think about sharing you. I wonder if you’ve given much thought to sharing me or what opening our relationship means to you.”

 

Jackson bobbed his head and wrapped his hand around hers. “I’m new to sharing a gal of my own. Back in the Peak, females in heat were open targets. Cross mating didn’t occur much unless you frequented Dante’s Interspecies Pleasure den. Here its accepted and encouraged. I prefer this community over the purists views.”

 

Abebi inhaled and glanced over her shoulder. The two hunks she’d been dreaming about for the last three weeks were standing close by wearing nothing but loosely knotted towel sarongs. The hot-tub was heating up. Remo loved hot-tubing as much as he loved making a woman climax. Abebi ducked her head as vivid images of the two and Jackson fondling her as she lounged nude in the hot tub flushed searing heat over her. The need to orgasms rocked her genitals and throbbed deep within her belly.

 

Jackson smiled as he watched Abebi flush. Her cheeks and neck faint red tinge told him she was shopping the males in the room as much as he was the women. Sex oozed from all present. No one seemed bothered by it. This party wasn’t about getting it on or scoring as some of the human males referred to it. Rather the attendants were open to pursuit and acknowledged their sexual interest as positive. Jackson found he liked being able to think about other women sexually without having to worry about Abebi being upset. Flirting was fun and the idea of taking up with a few of those present intrigued him.

 

“Have you decided if you’re willing to share me? Open our relationship up to include others?” Jackson scooted closer to Abebi. He straddled the bench he sat on and pulled her back to him. “Lean on me and tell me what is going on in that pretty head of yours.”

 

Abebi’s suppressed laugh vibrated his chest. Jackson reached down, cupped her chin, and tilted her head gently back until he could see her face. Her mirth light up her eyes and her cheeks colored more. Abebi’s grin was infectious. Jackson leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. As he pulled away, Abebi spoke.

“Sharing can be awkward. I’ve never been in the position of the one making the decision affecting more than myself. Most of the males I’ve pursued were single and wanted a dalliance for a while with no permanence. Now I’m part of a couple as well as a larger extended group. I’m unsure at times.”

Abebi reached up and patted his cheek as she sighed.

 

Jackson nodded. “I understand. I’m there too. Remo said each couple works out their own rules and agreements. I’ve given that some thought.”

 

“Me too. Sandy said she and Mick have one that requires disclosure often and early. No surprises if possible. Of course, acting without notice is frowned upon with them. Its a matter of declaration of intents.”

 

Jackson chuckled. “Darling, you’re more important to me than any other female, critter or human. I signed on cuz I wanted to not, not because I was forced. I can look and lust. Taking another filly into my bed is gonna be a decision you will know about and are comfortable with. Okay?’

 

Abebi’s smile grew and deepened as Jackson hugged her. “Let’s try this ground rule for now. If we see someone who we are interested in and want to pursuit even for just a sexual interlude we tell each other first and talk it out. If more develops we keep on communicating, and no unprotected sex. No more unplanned pregnancies, right?”

 

Jackson lifted Abebi’s hand from her stomach where it had laid protectively cupping their pups. He nibbled her fingers before kissing her palm and closing his hand around hers. “No unplanned anything darling. Keeping you and anyone else we’re interested in safe is of utmost importance to me. Now as to what’s got you blushing—tell me who and how I’m involved.”

 

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Happy Weekend Gang!

 

Sorry for the late posting.  End of the month at work as well as two holidays in two weeks is enough to tire anyone out.  The Spice Homestead celebrated a wonderful loving Christmas among our family of five at our own domiciles.  Its great to have this much love in my life and loving family members.  I hope your Holiday was joyous and filled with those you love and hold dear.  May the New Year bring you love enriched, multiplied, and increasing.  May the next year be filled with joyous happiness and laughter and very few moments of tears and fears.  Keep on sharing a good book or two with your spice and loves! Happen over Bookstrand.com and pre-order HOT FOR TORREY or one of my other books.  JET LAG BLUES is on sale for half price.

 

Smiles,

Solara