Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Tuesday Teaser





“Thanks for coming.” Dolf sat at the table in his office , the betas sitting around him. “Before we start, I want to update everyone on the construction on the jail. Tal and his crew finished up, and it passed inspection. We’re officially open, and Marshell is in charge.”
“Will it be opened full time? Do we, I don’t know, have shifts there?” Remi asked.
“Yes, it will. I’ll be interviewing for positions to help him out so I don’t foresee a need for my betas to be there. There are only a few cells, but if there’s a crime committed that’s significant enough, I’ll send that person on to the Territory Leader to deal with. Think of it as a holding tank.”
“What’s he going to do when the place is empty?” Brier asked.
“Running applications for admittance into the clowder, coordinating with me for clowder related issues, and things like that,” Dolf said. “I’ll keep him busy.”
Heller grinned. “So, he’s an administrative assistant?”
“Don’t bust his balls. He’ll help me keep things running smoothly from behind a computer,” Dolf said. “Marshell won’t hold the title of beta, but I will depend on him.”
“He’s reduced his hours at the shop for this too.” Janelle wrinkled her nose. “When the elders find out what he’s doing, they won’t be happy.”
“Yes, well, they can add it to the list of things they’re unhappy with.” Dolf’s eyes flashed blue for a second. “Moving along. The reason I called this meeting is because Sam noticed an odd scent on a dumpster at his restaurant, Arches. I sent Brier to investigate. It appears we had an unknown werecat in the territory, which, by itself, isn’t worrisome. Intruders usually move on. The problem is this werecat had no personal scent marker.”
Remi whistled. “Whoa.”
“Indeed. Brier? Would you repeat what you told me?”
“Yes, Alpha. The first thing I noticed was the faded scent of a werecat, but it was generic. There were stronger chemical-based notes—oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, and water. As you all know, that’s the basic composition of humans, but this was no human,” Brier said. “This was a werecat, but it had no personal marker and—”
“Are you sure this werecat didn’t have a scent? Because, you know, we all do.”
“—and yes, I’m positive. I know we all have one, Heller. This one didn’t,” Brier continued. “Trust me, it’s not something you can miss.”
Janelle shook her head. “Sam found it first and said it confused his cat. Left him feeling territorial. Kinda pissed. It bothered him, which was why he brought it our Alpha’s attention.”
Dolf folded his hands on the table. “Which begs the question: How does a werecat not have a personal scent? I’ve never heard of such."




Monday, June 24, 2019

Pucker Up Monday





It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all. So... pucker up!




Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Tuesday Teaser




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Brier climbed inside and buckled his seat belt. “So, I hear we have a stop to make. Everything okay?”
Tal, sitting in the front, turned slightly, tucking a long stand of hair behind his ear. “Oh yeah, just need some paperwork I left yesterday. I was—”
“In a mad rush to get home.” Kirk snickered next to Brier in the back.
“After the text you two sent me?” Tal huffed. “Of course I was.”
“I’m surprised he didn’t get a speeding ticket.” Kirk winked at Brier.
They made small talk on the way to the office. Dolf got lucky and found a parking spot in front of Tal’s business, Martin Construction Company. It was located on the town square. Vehicles lined the street, thanks to the number of thriving shops.
“I won’t be but a minute. You guys want to come in?” Tal opened the truck door.
“Tal, wait.” Dolf snagged Tal’s arm, staring at the man standing near entrance. “Do you know who that is 
Kirk leaned over, peering between the seats. “Why is someone hanging around the door? The office is open, right, Tal?”
“Yes. At eight.”
Brier gently moved Kirk out of the way.
“What the hell?” Kirk mumbled, smacking Brier’s arm.
“I need to see, Alpha-mate,” Brier said.
An attractive young man with big gray eyes and brown hair stood in front of the business tucking in his shirt. His hands trailed over his chest. Brier gulped. A very toned chest. Instead of walking inside, he ran his fingers through his hair—a length that would be perfect for grabbing ahold of. Brier jumped. Where did that come from? Finally the stranger reached for the handle then dropped his hand. Brier watched as the man took a deep breath. Then another.
“See what?” Kirk complained. “A kid standing at Tal’s office door?”
“He’s not a kid. Early twenties, I’d guess, but he’s a young guy none of us recognize who’s milling around the place where both my Alpha and his other Alpha-mate work,” Brier pointed out. Dammed if he would mention how his body was reacting. “A guy who looks nervous, going by his body language. That makes me nervous.”






Monday, June 17, 2019

Pucker Up Monday





It's not what you think, lol. Since Mondays do tend to suck, I though I'd try to start the week off right for y'all. So... pucker up!