Friday, November 27, 2015
“Are you going?”
“Come on, Nick, it’s for your pup’s.”
“Nope, and I could say the same to you, Z.”
“And face the mobs all trying to get the same one item on sale? No thanks. Those humans can be worse than hungry wolves facing off at a kill.”
Nick leaned forward on the cush chair they kept in the corner. “So, we forget this crazy notion?”
“It’s not crazy, Nick.” Ziva sat up and faced her mate. “That big name store off the highway scored a hell of a deal on rawhide chews and are offering it up at a can’t miss price.”
“Did we check with Glenn? I know he sells mostly fetish gear out of the pet shop, but he’s started to offer up some honest to goodness pet goods.”
“I checked with him and he tried to get a large batch, but being that they are homemade, the seller had run out and was not expecting to make any more for the holiday season.”
“Are we sure the pups need them?”
“Coop’s catching up with his sister in the shifting department and their wolf teeth are starting to come in, but they’re still too young for bones. Human teething rings work fine in their human form, but not so much in pup form.”
“Do we know anyone going that way today?”
Nick and Ziva sat staring at each other, each weighing the “who to call” options.
“Mooney!” They both hollered, each jumping for their cells.
“I can’t believe I got suckered into doing this again after last year’s fiasco.” Mooney grumbled, dodging crazy people all beating feet to score junk for under their Christmas trees.
Mama Kin, Ziva’s ringtone, blasts from close by. He stopped, mid-flow, to dig the phone out of his pocket. Ziva, rarely called to chit-chat, but she always let him know what was going on with his niece and nephew. He adored those little buggers. He hoped there was nothing wrong. “Yo, Z, what’s up?”
“Put him on speaker.” His brother demanded in the background.
“…shh Nick! So, Mooney, where ya at this fine morning?”
“Down at the…” Mooney took the corner of a cart to damn near the inner thigh by a crazed shopper. “Holy Lupa, lady…watch where you’re going, you almost took out my balls!”
“Geez, you kiss your dame with that mouth?”
“Ah Mooney…” Ziva called through the phone still at his ear.
“Sorry, Z, there are a bunch of crazy apes at this store today. What did you need?”
“Raging Randi’s Rawhide Chews. They’re homemade and crazy cheap there today.”
“Hell Ziva, those are on the other end of the store…can’t Nick get his own secret midnight snacks?”
“Why that little, mutt…just wait until I see you again, Moon” “Shut up, Nick!” Nick growled and Ziva laughed. “Please, Mooney, I’ll pay you for what they cost and I give you a solid ‘I owe you’.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of an IOU…” Mooney responded, already turned and moving in the direction of the rawhides. He’d just come from grabbing the boy’s gifts—military grade hunting knives. Sure, they were wolf shifters, but they couldn’t always shift. For those times they needed to know how to protect themselves and their loved ones. Now that the new alpha was here, they need to start training to protect her.
“Would it help if the rawhides were for the pups? They’ve started teething.”
“I figured,” Mooney laughed, but don’t tell Nick that, he’s just so fun to tease.
Ziva laughed, “you are so ballsy, Mooney. I love it!”
“How many do you want?”
“As many as you can get Mooney, as many as you can get. And thanks!”
Mooney hung up and proceeded to empty Raging Randi’s bin. He also grabbed an extra-small bone he intend on titling Nick’s Bone and leaving under the tree at the Gazette. Ah brotherly love in the holiday season.
Stay safe, everyone and have a wonderful weekend!
Thursday, November 26, 2015
“And there it is again, per your requests, Adam Sandler and his Thanksgiving song on Talbot’s Peak’s premiere radio station, SHFT, 105.7. You’re listening to me, Tabbs, the cat what’s got the stripes and wipes, and Mr. Surly over here, aka the Fuzz-man. That’s right, the Morning Hall Ball’s working on a holiday. Why? Because we get free turkey and time and a half. Coming up at noon, we’ll be running that other perennial Thanksgiving favorite, Arlo Guthrie’s ‘Alice’s Restaurant’—”
“Waddaya mean, why? It’s a classic. It—”
“It’s dated. It’s a relic. It’s fifty years old. That’s twice as old as our target audience. It’s a protest song from the ‘60s. Who the hell cares about the ‘60s anymore, other than your grandpa?”
(voice from the booth) “My dad cares, and he owns the station.”
“Not to mention it’s the only Thanksgiving rock song we’ve got. ‘Born in the USA’ doesn’t count. Besides, it runs, what, twenty minutes? We can eat and take piss breaks while it’s on.”
“Yeah, I guess there is that. Holy scat, we got a call. I thought everybody was off eating or something.”
“Looks like somebody’s got their radio on. Morning Hair Ball, you’re on the air.”
(caller) “Fuzzy! I’m with you, man. Play some new stuff. No more grandpa rock. Play something we can hump to.”
“You can hump to ‘Alice’s Restaurant.’ It’s twenty minutes long.”
“Just watch where you are, man. That’s how Billy Bonnadonna lost his job.”
“Yeah, I remember him. I thought he got canned for playing ‘Sympathy for the Devil’ on Christmas Eve and calling it a holiday song.”
“No, Fuzz. Remember that classic rock station they had? Well, Billy’s the one who started their Friday night ‘In a Gadda da Vida’ thing. That’s another twenty-minute classic, so—”
(caller) “In a Danny de Vito?”
“Why are you still on the phone?”
“Got nothing better to do, man.”
“Us either. That’s why we’re in radio. Anyway, the song runs about twenty minutes, so Billy would sneak his girlfriend into the studio, and every Friday night at nine … well, you get the picture.”
“More clearly than I want to. Wasn’t Billy the one who … sweet Lupa. And he had a girlfriend?”
“I know, right? Some chicks are flat-out desperate. Why can’t I find those chicks?”
“You need to be at a bar at three in the morning for that.”
(caller) “Hey, are you guys ever gonna play any music again? Good music, I mean.”
“Sure, man. Here’s a little ditty called “I Humped Your Mama Last Night.’”
(caller) “Hump your mama.” (hangs up)
“So, Tabbs, you got any plans for Thanksgiving? You want to come out to my place? Cerise and me’re having her family over.”
“You want to put a cat in a room full of hungry jackals? Are you off your friggin’ nut?”
“I’m outnumbered, man. I need backup. Morning Hair Ball, you're on the air.”
(caller) “Man, you ever play that Adam Sandler travesty again, I will hunt you down.” (hangs up)
“Wait'll Christmas, fleafest. We'll be playing his Hanukkah song. Oh, and we gotta play Cheech and Chong. Talk about your classics.”
“You’re right, Tabbs. Sometimes I miss album cuts. Some of those songs just went on forever. Hell, while ‘The End’ was playing, you could even go outside and roll a doobie … ”
“But not here. That never happened at this station, no sir. Not even on the overnight. Especially not on the overnight.”
(voice from the booth) “Wait a minute. That bunny band? Thumper? They had all those baggies with the lettuce in ‘em? And the next morning the place smelled like—”
“I think it’s time we did play some music, don’t you?"
(voice from the booth) "Clover ... "
"Yeah, clover, right. Let’s see how many moving targets I can hit with this one. The ultimate back seat humping song, Meat Loaf’s ‘Paradise by the Dashboard Light.’ And we will be playing ‘Alice’s Restaurant’ at noon, ‘cause I definitely need to drop something down the hopper now. You’re listening to the Morning Hair Ball on 105.7, SHFT in Talbot’s Peak. Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!”
Friday, November 20, 2015
“Aunt Lil’,” Ziva called, her hand covering Cooper’s head where he slept strapped to her chest. “You here?”
Ziva smiled and looked back at River, strapped in a front facing hold on Nick’s chest, trying to copy her words. Her little peach was so alpha already. She faced the world with a determination she got from both her parents and the eyes that could only have come from the daddy whose thumbs she was currently holding.
“In here, Ziva dear.”
The wispy sound of her aunt’s voice pulled her away from the smiles of her mate and child, concern for Liliya making a place in her chest. She loved her aunt and couldn’t imagine life without her. Aunt Lil’ had made life tolerable for Ziva during the years she’d had to assume the alpha position in her family.
Moving through the house her mother and aunt shared to the solarium in back, Ziva noticed how dark and unkempt the place had become. That was so not like Lil’. Her mother, now that she could see.
“Lil’, are you okay?” She asked the lump of a woman bundled into a blanket in the comphy double chair that looked out into the forest.
“No, Ziva my sweet, my time has come, “ Liliya whispered, acting like the old lady she wasn’t. “I love you, dear. Remember me fondly.”
“Lil’, I’m pretty sure it’s not your time.”
“No, it’s true, I’m bound for wherever shifters go to be recycled for the next life.”
“Aunt Lil’, I was with you just last week when Doc Leo did your annual physical. Remember, he said you were as healthy as one of the oxen brothers.”
Liliya threw off her blanket and sat up straight. “Oh, what does he know anyway?”
“Well, he’s a vet and shifter doctor, I assume he knows quite a bit.”
“Pish, I’ve got the arthritis. A really bad case.”
“Shifters don’t get arthritis, Lil’. All that changing shape keeps the joints fresh and young.”
“Well then, I’m a frigging medical miracle ‘cause I’ve got the arthritis.”
Ziva shot Nick, who was trying really hard not to laugh at the surly lady on the chair, a help me look.
“Say, Ms. Liliya, It’s been a while since Peter’s stop by the gazette with pictures to sell, have you been keeping he busy?” Nick teased.
“No. Good riddance too little peewee rubbish with that one, and when I say little, I really mean itty bitty…candy corn size if you know what I mean…”
“Stop!” Nick moaned. His theatrics were enough to earn him a share of the award Ziva had been ready to give her aunt. “Z, cover Coop’s ears…please. Men don’t need or want to know about the size of another man’s junk!”
“Really, babe, he’s sound asleep.” Ziva laughed, then looked back at her aunt. “What happened, Liliya?”
“That bugger decided to go sniffing after some human who works at a fast food place down off the highway. A human!”
“River, my sweetling and Cooper baby.” Liliya got up out of the chair and crooned at the bundles she and Nick where holding.
“You know, now that I think about it, let that human have him, he deserves the ridicule he’s gonna get for his little peewee.”
“Reeree…AH!” River shouted, making Nick cringe.
“Great…that one was actually close to sounding correct.” Nick groaned.
Ziva smirked at Nick’s dismay and decided there would be plenty of time later to tell Nick that the AH at the end of Rivers new word was really her attempt at the word DAH.
Have a great weekend, y'all and keep warm!
Thursday, November 19, 2015
(shedding a little light on a dreary week ... )
“Ain’t you done up there yet?”
For answer, Gil trowled a mass of damp leaves out of the house’s gutter and dumped them on where he hoped Louie’s head was. A ripe oath signified a near-miss. “Hold it steady. I’m coming down.”
Half the house finished; the other half to go. Louie and Gil repositioned the ladder, and Gil trudged up the steps again. The trees around his house were already bare. Where the hell were all these leaves coming from?
“Y’know,” Louie said, “this’d go a lot faster if you’d get on the roof.”
“Yes, it would,” Gil said through gritted teeth. “If I could get on the roof. But the windows are too small for me to crawl through, and all we’ve got is an eight-foot folding ladder for a twelve-foot house. Neither it nor I am tall enough to safely get me onto the roof. Note the word ‘safely.’ Chloe said if I break my neck, she’ll come out and break my ass.” His higher vantage, while not enough to get him past gutter level, did give him a fine view of the street, and the pre-adult audience gathered there. “What are all those kids doing here?”
“Watching you risk your neck. Must be a slow day in town.”
Gil shaded his eyes. “Are they selling popcorn?”
“And peanuts. Y’want some?”
“Eat me with hot sauce. Hey, you kids! Get out’a here!” His audience jeered and treated him to various imaginative hand gestures.
“Izzat fat kid—yeah, he’s takin’ bets. Hey, you! Yeah, you in the yellah shirt. What species are you?”
“Rat!” the plump kid yelled back with a pumpkin grin.
“That’s what I figured. What odds you got on a broken leg?”
“Hey, the kid’s an enterprenooer. He should be encouraged.”
“I ought’a encourage this trowel right up your ass. Why don’t you get on the roof? You’re a rat. Shimmy up the drainpipe.”
“With this gut? Are you nuts? My shimmying days are behind me. You’re a squirrel. You shimmy.”
“I’m only a squirrel during a full moon.” Gil jabbed the trowel at the cool November sun. “Does that look like a full moon to you?”
“No.” Louie dropped his drawers and wagged his ample butt at the man above him. The kids along the sidewalk applauded. “Does this?”
Gil shot him the finger, and earned a cheer from his audience. “Ha ha friggin’ ha.”
A puff of breeze came up, and swirled dead leaves through the air and onto the roof. They tumbled into the gutter like they were drawn by magnets. Gil swore heartily.
Wait a minute. Those big brown things weren’t clumps of leaves. Not with those whiskers and tails.
The twin rodents glided expertly down from the branches of a nearby tree, borne aloft on stretched membranes of skin between their fore- and hind paws. They landed lightly on the roof and shifted into a pair of 13-year-olds, a boy and a girl. Naked, naturally. Gil hastily averted his eyes from the girl’s budding tits. Down below, Louie did the same.
Out on the sidewalk, the crowd went wild, at least until the girl shouted, “Knock it off, ya idjits.” She pointed at her incisors. “We’re rodents. We gnaw. And we go right for the giblets.” She turned to her brother. “Feel like filling your cheek pouches, Ricky?”
The audience dispersed post-haste. This pair must be known in the neighborhood.
Gil suddenly realized he knew them too. “Ricky?” he said, with his hand over his eyes. “June? Bertram’s kids?”
“Yeah,” June said. “Aunt Chloe called, said you needed help. Dad sent us over.”
“Aunt Chloe said you’d pay us twenty-five dollars to clean out the gutters,” Ricky added. “Apiece.”
“Are you kidding me?” Gil dropped his hand, spotted June’s grinning face, and slapped his palm over his eyes again before his gaze could accidentally drop lower. “Tell me you brought clothes with you.”
“Under the tree, on the other side of the house.”
“I’m on it.” Louie took off at a waddle.
Gil studiously stared out over the nearly-bare trees and listened to June and Ricky get to work. When Louie returned he passed the twins’ clothes up to Gil, who left them on the roof along with the trowel. He eased his way down the ladder.
“It’s okay,” Louie said. “The girl’s got a dress on now. You can’t see nothing unless you look—” Louie caught Gil’s glare and turned, setting his back to the house. “You can’t see nothing. You know those two?”
“They’re relatives of Chloe’s. Flying squirrels. Wish I’d thought of them sooner.” He brushed bits of leaf off his sweater.
“There you are.” Chloe came around the house to kiss her husband on the cheek, and pat Louie on the arm. “I see the kids made it. Hope you’re in the mood for walnut cookies. And for baby-changing.”
“And that’s my cue.” Louie said. “I’m out’a here.”
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
So, quick hit-and-run post today. I had been planning to release Witch's Moon for Thanksgiving. I now have some changes to make to remove big chunks of the plot so that there's no reference to any characters I didn't create. Hopefully, it will be ready by Christmas. These changes will turn my Talbot's Peak short story, Quick-Fix Wedding, into a sort of prequel for Witch's Moon. If you own a copy of it, you can use it to whet your appetite for Witch's Moon. If not, you can pick a copy of it up from Amazon's Kindle store or from Smashwords. Have a great day!
Posted by Rebecca Gillan
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
*Heading toward TURKEY DAY* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
After the question was asked if I really wanted to leave SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS, I reconsidered my decision to "bow out" . Because, of course, I want to continue in the fantasy world I've helped to world-build from the beginning. Also, I feel it's only fair to my heroines and heroes—who are currently clamoring at me nonstop.
At this point, I'd like to make it clear, I love ALL of my fellow authors. And, as a reader, I appreciate and enjoy their flash scenes. Their creativity amazes me.
However, given my worldview, my personal experiences in life—and the feelings and worldview—the life experiences of my characters—well, for a lack of a better way of expressing it...we have clashing worldviews. At least, that's my perception.
The only solution I know of, is to simply create a separate timeline, a parallel Talbot's Peak, if you will... in the same plotline-vein as the TV show, SLIDERS [1995-2000].
Thus, my flash scenes, in no way reflect other storylines of shifter/supernatural life in Talbot's Peak...although, obviously, only to the degree that it makes a logical story...again, as was done in the various SLIDERS versions of Earth reality.
If anyone is offended by my authorly plotline-version of the Peak, I ask you to simply tune out, change the channel, and continue to enjoy the other flash scenes.
And so it begins... The Divergent Timeline
Splitsville... Red Pill, Blue Pill ... The Divergent Timeline
Restless, her inner cat tail slashing back and forth, Kitty paced her office in the town library. Change, like a typhoon wind, permeated the very atmosphere. She hated like hell to confront her inner knowing...but, here it was.
Everything was about to explode. She knew it to her feline-intuitive core.
When a polite knock sounded at the door, Kitty jumped and whirled like her cat self. "Come in," she called out, knowing it was Sapphyra, a psychic who was part of Dante's Circle of Witches.
Fishsticks, tears already dripped on her cheeks. With a swipe of her hand, Kitty hastily wiped them away.
"Not good." Sapphyra answered Kitty's speculative gaze, and approached.
"Tea?" Kitty asked.
"No thanks. I'm not in mood...too upset," Sapphyra softly responded. She embraced Kitty in a warm hug.
As they'd often done, both women seated themselves on the cozy, Victorian-replica chairs.
Kitty watched Sapphyra inhale a large breath, then reach inside her satchel. "Several of us tuned in psychically, and used remote viewing..." she hesitated, "here's the transcript of the mayor and the rat plotting against Dante...I understand Damien has already taken care of his 'problem'."
Stiffening her spine, and her nerve, Kitty took hold of the pages. Resolute—since it never did any good to avoid a problem—she began reading.
Her tears splashed on the paper before she could contain them. "They really believe this will work? Dante isn't stupid. He's had the license thing covered for years." Kitty shook her head at the absurdity of it. "He made a private deal with county officials years ago. They don't bother him. He doesn't bother them. And they're welcome at the Pleasure Club."
"I know. So far, everyone has gotten along. No issues. And no licenses."
Not quite believing what she'd read, with shock numbing her, Kitty carefully re-read the pages. "Mayor G, the rat...they've gone to the dark side...haven't they?" Kitty sighed to the depth of her soul. "Being in town is no longer safe for us, is it?"
"Not for those of us who don't want to end up in a black ops lab, the experiment du-jour." Sapphyra twisted her lips. "I guess if you're a rabbit shifter, or friend's with those shifters in the state congress, you're protected."
"What I don't understand is why the mayor and the rat are confusing Damien's Halloween visit with Dante. He's not coming after them. He's tried to reconcile. But he is a wolf. That only goes so far."
"Dante had nothing to do Damien's threats." Sapphyra shook her head, an exasperated expression on her face. "He had no clue about his sire's sudden visit to the mayor, until White Fang told him."
Kitty nodded. "Mayor G should be grateful White Fang had an ear to the door the whole time, so he didn't end up roadkill. Instead this..." Kitty tossed the pages on the coffee table.
"What I don't understand is why the mayor thinks it's Dante's idea to do a recall election. There's been murmurings of that ever since Mayor G tried to get the town to do that state census form. You know, be counted."
"How un-American, that the people of Talbot's Peak should actually get to vote, possibly un-elect him as mayor." Kitty couldn't care less if sarcasm colored her words. "And big fat scratches, there was never one townhall meeting about that census beforehand. You know, finding out what the people wanted, if they were onboard."
"I must have missed the notice in the G&B Gazette about the state offering more money later." Sapphyra tossed her long hair in disgust. "Wait. Aren't those notices about townhall meetings put on the library's community board?"
"If there was a public meeting, no one here was notified. Funny how that happened... or didn't happen. Whatever," Kitty softly yowled the last word. She stood. With anxiousness owning her stomach, she moved to the window, peering outside yet not seeing anything. Inside, her heart somersaulted with sadness.
"People have a right to know what's going on," Sapphyra stated, her tone spirited.
"You're right. They need to know it's no longer safe in town for a lot of us. Dante can't keep using the cyber team to protect the town. Too much is going on. He has to protect the Pleasure Club, and the surrounding territory."
"Obviously, I can't take this transcript to the Gazette, since it's psychically generated."
"No..." Inspiration blazed like a hundred watt bulb in Kitty's head. "No, but we can copy it as a flyer. Spread it all over town. And people can make up their own mind. Do their own research. Decide what they want to do." Kitty tightened her arms over her belly. "It's splitsville for me."
"Red pill, blue pill," Sapphyra spoke in the silence. "We're in a Matrix-movie moment."
"You take the blue pill, the story ends," Kitty quoted what she knew by heart from infamous movie. "You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes."
Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance