Here is a list of all the authors flashing this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page.
Super Trooper #51 (12.2) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Although he’d finally helped the young teller to balance her drawer, it had taken a little longer than he’d hoped it would. By the time Chan pulled into the driveway of his parents’ home—he had trouble thinking of it any other way—he knew he would have to face a hungry horde. He half expected to see his brother’s face in the window, watching for him. But the curtains were drawn and there was no sign of Kamal.
Chan wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
When he reached the front door, he took a deep breath
Phases of Moon: Part 62 by J. Alan Veerkamp
The full moon phase could be hard on a new wolf, so Jimmy did his best to make Sawyer’s transition easier on him. After being up all night, Sawyer’s boundless energy plummeted and he fell into a restless sleep for several hours only to wake mid-afternoon craving mass quantities of food and physical contact through sex.
This part Jimmy and his wolf enjoyed. Providing for his mate gave him a sense of completion—of belonging—missing from his life since the massacre at the pack house. He’d forgotten the peace and happiness other wolves could bring by being near.
Mates Come First: Chapter 6A by Carol Pedroso
They walked into the school and were met by the headmaster. Mr. Theakin was wringing his hands and sweating, but he bowed and greeted them politely.
“Good morning, sirs. I wasn’t sure how you wanted to talk to the kids and teachers, so I have them all gathered in the assembly hall.”
Gray gave a sharp smile. “That’s perfect. Shall we?”
The headmaster led the way, and they were led through a door that led straight to the base of the steps to the stage. Gray climbed up first and Mica followed.
“Good morning, everyone,” Gray’s voice echoed
“What?” All three of the Four Arms stared at me. Bouncer curled in front of me, pressing against my legs. He exposed his fangs and snarled, his ears and eyes focused on the watching group. “Stop that,” I said.
“You are insane.” Seedrah’s eyes were huge. “He should be dead.”
“I am not,” I objected.
“Cerops are vicious. They attack anything between them and their chosen prey. Even though they are smaller than many of the prey animals, a mated pair can take down almost anything.”
“Bouncer has adopted me as a parent.” I wrinkled my nose. “Not a mate.”