A passion that cannot be denied…
A woman banished from her realm…
A man who will fight for love no matter the cost…
Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl.
Will they live happily ever after?
In Wolf Peak territory anything is possible.
Drev Zander, ex super-soldier, built a new life in Wolf Peak Territory. His traumatic past is fading. On the Guardian Team, he battles sinister enemies threatening the shapeshifter community. After a mysterious Pegasus ruins his T-day plans, Drev finds the woman he’s been waiting for. Will she rule his heart?
Keina Svonj, winged horse shifter, is banished from her realm—the dastardly Prince has convinced the King. Flying above the Montana forest, Keina interferes with a hunter. She mind-melds with him, and realizing her mistake, makes amends. Passion explodes between them. Love follows. Will Drev save her from a forced marriage?
Warning: Unbridled passions, including whipped cream and pumpkin pie. Yes, absolutely, there’s adult language and explicit sexuality, including black leather and a riding crop.
Super-soldier action scenes. Exotic weaponry. A massive drone attack on Wolf Peak Territory by the Ophylus, the secret, octopus-like cabal determined to exterminate every last shifter on planet Earth.
But watch out! The Peak’s dragons have their own scorched drone policy.
A large cast of secondary characters, from a real-estate agent witch who spies for Dante, the territory’s alpha wolf leader—to Dugger, a dingo dog shifter from down under.
The Blue-Sky Blues
I’ve got the blue-sky blues. Keina soared high above the splendidly wild terrain of the Montana valley. Even in this remote area, she remained in her air horse form.
Being visible to Earthers was too risky. To neigh-say the least. Keeping her horse hide intact, away from the gene-engineering mad scientists…well, even with her psi-powers, Keina knew she had to be ultra careful.
Hoping to lift her spirits, she winged over the majestic valley, over the blazing autumn colors. Yet, the ruthless ache still consumed her heart.
Flubergastov! An evil dragon might as well claw it from her chest.
For the fourth time now, she’d been banished. Once again, through no fault of her own. Tears welled up inside her.
No good deed goes unpunished, as she’d heard on Earth.
Instead of a month or three months on Earth, this time the penalty was unprecedented. Six sky-immense months away from her beloved family, away from the meadow-rolling lands of Equirion.
Overwhelmed by the wrongs done to her, Keina shuddered from her horse muzzle to the tip of her long flowing tail. She could understand the prior misunderstandings, given she’d refused to identify those really involved. And, truth, she’d clouded the minds of the court judges.
This time, though…double flubergastov, how long would she be tormented by the King’s terrible-scowling countenance? By how he aimed his scepter, then pronounced unfair judgment upon her.
Before Keina could dissolve the scene, it played out again. King Zhvorc spun, his richly decorated robes snapping around him. With a glare that could have turned a barrel of apples rotten, he pointed to his travel portal.
…love will find you…his final words echoed through her. From the corner of her eye, she’d watched him depart the throne room, his bearing unbending, righteous as ever.
Sadness, vibrational chaos owned Keina, and she plummeted despite her airy frequency. Flapping her wings, she rapidly stabilized herself.
Keina focused on the beauty below. Wise, sky-soaring pine trees, yellow-gold Aspens, and the mountain floor, everything glistened breathtakingly in the early afternoon sunlight.
Flubergastov! Was it her doing that the disgusting, lascivious Prince Tretorff followed her on stealthy feet after the Fall Equinox ball at the King’s castle? The slime-poop attempted to force his unwanted, stinky-sour-breath attentions on her once she stood before her chamber door.
They’d practically wrestled, with Keina twisting furiously as she fought off Tretorff’s grasping, tentacle like arms. When his hands grabbed at her like angry snapping turtles, she’d whirled out of reach.
But the sleazeoid Prince snorted and charged, rabid to mount her. Desperate to escape, repulsed beyond belief, Keina instantly morphed her lower half.
Her silk gown ripped, a searing sound that tore at her. She’d spent hours hand-sewing the lovely garment, and dreaming of the festive enchantment that was the annual ball.
Enraged, her blood on boil, Keina aimed her back hoof. She launched a kick at the Prince’s bulging crotch.
Strike the spike! Kick the ugly stick! She won.
Spinning to face the now wimpified stud, Keina whinny-shouted her triumph. Tretorff’s unmanly shrieks drowned her out, all while he grabbed his cock and balls with both hands.
With his eyes popping out like a virgin filly, he’d backed away, only turning around when she didn’t rush to attack him. Swiftly morphing to full human again, Keina watched him run down the long hallway, his gait hilariously awkward.
Relief swamped her, and she laughed hysterically. At the time, Keina had laughed so hard, and for so long, she’d finally collapsed against the door. As she hiccuped chuckles, her legs buckled, and she slid to the floor.
Now high in the Montana sky, Keina circled. Given her air form was merged with the wind current, she cruised above the color-glorious, old-growth forest.
Earlier in the day, she’d discovered an isolated meadow with plant varieties that tempted her horse palate. Hungry for the sun-warmed blooms and greens that still grew during the colder weather, Keina descended skimming over the treetops.
The sudden sight of a brawny-built man, who was obviously a hunter, halted her in mid-flight. Keina floated lower. Empathy for the prey he stalked soon overcame her.
If she could interfere…save a life…
Careful to remain invisible, Keina positioned herself above the man. Astonishment jolted her. How odd! The hunter’s face—the closer view of his physique—reminded her of the life size statues in the Garden of Ancients.
Keina had never observed a human who so closely resembled the progenitors of the Celtic gods. The difference…she judged the hunter’s height to be just over six feet, whereas the gods of her realm had been over thirteen foot tall.
According to song and legend, these gods and goddesses had sired and birthed their own lineage of humans. Was she staring at one of their descendants?
The need to know flash-fired through her.
Keina studied the man’s powerfully carved, noble features. Finding herself entranced, she hovered, her energy-wings beating against the ethers.
Given the man hunted in the middle of shapeshifter territory, she sensed for his animal side. Nothing tingled. No image formed in her mind.
Yet…Goddess Equine, he was beyond other humans in some way she didn’t understand.
Did he know?
The way he negotiated the forest, following the signs and tracks, Keina thought of him as a high-performance human. Oh, and whinny-yum, his athletic strength was impressive.
Deciding to take no direct action against him like a swift kick to the head, Keina searched her mind for another plan. Silently, she landed behind a stand of trees, then phased to her Pegasus self.
Not seconds later, she heard the distressed gobble of a wild turkey, and knew. She charged toward the sound.
Flubergastov, she hoped her mythical appearance would shock the hunter into not firing. Or misfiring.
Able to alter her frequency quick as a gust of wind, Keina owned no concern for her welfare. The hunter’s bullet would harmlessly pass through her.
There he was! The turkey desperately flapped his wings in an attempt to escape.
Keina raced in front of the hunter’s line of sight. No cracking sound of a bullet. He hadn’t fired.
Knowing she’d saved the wild bird, her instinct kicked in, and Keina galloped straight for the mountain cliff. With his level of expertise, the hunter could track her, even though she partially floated over the ground.
In her run past him, she’d glimpsed his energy matrix. Because this was the way of her kind, Keina psi-witnessed the man’s warrior courage, his formidable will—and, that he already dealt with the supernatural world.
The instant he followed her hoof prints, her matrix strings hummed a warning. To observe him, Keina launched from the edge of the cliff. She morphed to invisible, sailing over the mountain valley again.
Banking a tight turn over the area, she waited for the unusual human. No doubt, fascination roped her, and pulled.
Once the hunter appeared, having tracked her to the cliff’s edge, Keina drifted close to him. Compelled beyond any misgivings, she allowed herself to merge with his thoughts.
Oh flubergastov no! She’d deprived his family of needed food.
To make her actions worse, she’d dishonored him and his family by interfering with their traditional and honored celebration. Another punishable offense in her home realm.
Keina frequency-shivered violently. Still, she managed to keep her vibratory rate high enough, remaining in her ethereal state.
How was she going make this right? How?
Still shaking, she hovered and slowly reached for him with her wing. Gathering her courage, Keina caressed his square jaw with the tips of her feathers.
When she knew he felt the stroke of her wingtip, Keina spoke to his mind. Even if the hunter didn’t hear her message, his heart would know the apology coming from her heart.
So she hoped.
Somehow, some way, she’d find a way to make his Thanksgiving celebration a good one. For him, and his family.
With resolve now ruling her, Keina gradually backed away. Since she needed to know, she searched his mind for the precise location of his home.
Bingo-bango, in seconds she had it memorized and mapped. The solitary cabin sat on a long slope of ground, amid Lodgepole Pines, Spruce, and elder Aspen trees.
Keina ascended fast. That is, after a last look at the man’s handsome face. Mmm, yes yum, his hunk-sexy stubble did quivery things to her.
There just had to be a suitable turkey available somewhere. She’d check every shop. And since she had the Pegasus wings—Keina smiled to herself—it wouldn’t take long to reach her temporary home on Earth, and start the search.
Strongly flapping, Keina streaked through the sky toward Billings, Montana, where she’d rented a small apartment, and pretended to be human.
…A “no” squeaked out, and before Keina realized it, she’d shaken her head.
“No?” Alarm, disappointment owned Drev’s voice. His hold on her loosened.
“Not you,” Keina hastily corrected. She raised her head to meet his gaze. “The King’s visage…he…well, it’s torture to remember.” She pressed a kiss to his sandpapery chin. “Mmmm…I like your stubble, hunter.”
“This King in your realm, I don’t like him intimidating my girl.”
My girl. Keina trembled within.
The truth, oh yes, she wanted to be his. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to be claimed by him—feel him lunging inside her. His stud-hard cock jutted against her jean-covered pussy.
Drev hugged her close again. His body heat warmed her sex-o-liciously, and Keina stroked her hands up the back of his neck. She slid her fingers into his thick hair, then slowly loosened the band, pulling it off, freeing his mane.
“A boss stallion. My kind of man.” She throatily spoke, her lips still against his chin.
Keina combed her fingers through the long strands of his hair, and also teased him by languidly undulating against his magnificent and stud-superior torso.
“Please, kiss me again, Drev.”
He seized her lips, his kiss on the untamed side. Hungrily, his mouth moved over hers, possessing, persuading, and so fierce.
Fisting his mane, she clamped her legs around his waist. Goddess Equine, she sizzled down to her clit.
Wild for his masterful and talented lips, Keina returned his kisses with her own frenzied mouth. Their lips tangled, caressed, and erotically played in ways she’d never experienced. Yet, had always desired.
At the same time their upper bodies felt as though they couldn’t be separated.
With an impassioned growl, Drev stroked his large hands over her ass. His hold engulfed her haunches, arousing Keina further—passionately flaming her insides.
Kissing her hard, he cupped her butt, his grip dominant, and oh-so sexy. Keina reveled in how absolutely feminine he made her feel. Joyously, running-free feminine.
Lost to all reason, she moaned, then danced more fast kisses over his boldly shaped mouth. Keeping hold of her ass, Drev glided his thumbs over her thighs. The sensual strokes heightened her pleasure, and only increased her unbridled need for him.
As she sinuously moved against his chest, Keina feverishly fastened her lips to his. The delicious friction awakened her breasts further. Now pleasure competed with the torment of wanting him, of wanting Drev’s hands, his mouth all over her breasts.
“Woman,” he rasped.
Drev nipped her bottom lip. For instants, they stilled, their rapid pants crashing together. Then, their tongue tips touched, slowly exploring. Moments later, the points of their tongues pushed against each other in a contest of passion.
“You’re driving me crazy, Keina,” Drev hoarsely murmured against her lips.
His tongue dived inside her mouth. To a beautiful torrid rhythm, their tongues twined, tasted each other, and fondled.
When the pace quickened, Keina dirty-danced her tongue against his, as she thought of it. To a sultry beat, she rubbed her aroused nipples against his chest.
Recently, she’d entertained herself with the Patrick Swayze movie, “Dirty Dancing.” Alone in her apartment, she’d practiced the suggestive moves, and invented her own. Nothing like that style of dance existed in Equirion.
No man like Drev existed either.
With excitement blazing through her, Keina untangled her tongue from his, and nipped so her teeth lightly grazed his chin. She slid her lips along his stubbly jawline until she could nibble his earlobe.
Drev crushed her against him. “Damn, I’m about to bust out of these pants, woman.”
Keina rocked her pussy on his hard-charging cock. “I’m steamy hot,” she whispered into his ear.
Drev placed several seductive kisses on the side of her neck. “Clothes.” He panted the word against her skin. “We don’t need them, do we?”
Keina grabbed the hem of his Henley knit shirt, jerking it upwards. Before she could unwrap her legs from his waist, Drev bolted across the room. Keina found herself pressed against a smooth warm wall.
With hurried tugs, she pulled Drev’s shirt off one arm, then over his head. She stripped it off his other arm. Where it dropped she had not a clue.
She clung to his bare, muscle-bulging shoulders. Relishing the ultra hunky feel of him, Keina covered his chest with kisses. Ravaging kisses.
“No fair,” he ground out. With a firm shove on her shoulders, Drev pinned her against the wall. His mouth smashed against hers in another delirious-making kiss, even as his fingers impatiently undid the buttons on her shirt.
Before she knew it, Drev slipped the garment from her shoulders and arms. A cool draft of air brushed her exposed breasts, and Keina felt her nipples pebble more.
Breathless, wanton, she arched. Her breasts flattened against the muscle-carved heat of his chest, causing arousal to zing through her.
“Boots,” she burst out. “Take them off, please.”
Drev loosened the ties, sliding them off her feet, and Keina heard the thunk as her boots hit the floor. Immediately, she planted her heels on the solid strength of Drev’s ass.
She rubbed her slick sex on his six-pack abdomen, and writhed against him. “Your pants, take them off, hunter.”
“Anything you want.” Drev secured her against him with one arm. Keina shivered inside at his warrior strength—red-hot shivered.
Obviously in the throes of lust, he bent to the side, keeping his hand beneath her butt. After a brief struggle with his zipper, Drev shoved at his pants, while half-hopping and contorting his body.
The instant he stepped out of them, and straightened, his cockhead thrust against the crotch of her jeans.
“Stud,” she throatily praised.
“Hang on to my neck, darlin’. You’re comin’ out of those denims.”
“Coming is right.” Keina panted her words as she threw her arms around his neck.
Drev clamped her waist with his hands lifting so her legs released his waist. “Hang on,” he raspy encouraged.
His thumbs slid beneath the waistband, and with quick finesse, he unzipped her jeans. He peeled them over her hips and thighs. Gravity did the rest.
Keina swung her legs up, surrounding his waist again. The crown of his cock penetrated her juicy folds, torch-hot penetrated. Yet he didn’t buck inside her.
Instead he seized her hair, and gave a passionate yank. With her lips beneath his, he growled, “I want more.”
Flubergastov! Deep in his eyes, gold and emerald exploded into sparks.
Blistered on the inside, and stunned by his power, Keina did some exploding of her own. Her desire flamed way out of control.
“Please, hunter, my breasts want you.”
Welcome To Wolf Peak Territory
Enter the Shapeshifter/Supernaturals Town of Moonrise Lake, Montana
Howls and Yowls, Welcome To the Interspecies Pleasure Club
~Dare To Dream Your Wildest Desire~
BEWARE and TAKE CARE! Wolf Peak Territory is home to Shapeshifters of all types and stripes … to Supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind … to Extraterrestrials, Interdimensionals, Those from Inner Worlds … and home to several ancient, powerful goddesses and gods, and their descendants.
[Not all those living in Wolf Peak Territory are featured in this book.]
NOTE: This fictional shapeshifter/supernatural world, and all the characters within this world, are under copyright.
Publisher: Purple Silk Books
Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey
Novel: 75, 500 words approximately
Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…