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Hi everyone. It’s a beautiful day outside and I’m moving to the deck, laptop in hand to prowl in New Mexico Territory, 1878.
First eight sentences from installment #6, Cat Nip (wip).
Hunter lay unmoving on the trail, staring from slitted eyes at his attacker. Whatever the healer had done to knock him on his ass, had forced his change into manform.
As he watched, the buggy disappeared—literally. One moment, horse, witch and the ragged old conveyance were beside him; the next they were gone.
He could still hear her mumbling, and suspected if he reached out his foot, he’d touch the spokes of a wheel.
Cat had rubbed his scent all over her, making certain the others would leave her alone. The nip had been a moment of insanity, a complete mistake. He hadn’t meant to taste more than her skin.
As the creak and groan of old leather signaled her departure down the otherwise empty road, Hunter followed the sound with jaguar eyes.
Visit Tuesday for the rest of Installment #6 Cat Nip .
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Have a great week…
gem
Weekend Writing Warriors
Hi everyone. DH and I will be in New York City for the Memorial Day Weekend. Wishing you safe travels if you’re also out and about. If you’re staying at home this weekend, have a peaceful, love-filled time ( and watch out for crazy motorists who might be traveling scribes). 🙂
For my #WeWriWa snippet, I’m continuing from Cat Nip. I’ve added a link below to the longer installments I post on Tuesdays. Thanks for all the great feedback and encouragement. With your help I might actually finish this recalcitrant story.
As I leaned backward, the torn material separated from my arm and dangled from his tooth. Pinning me to the seat with one big paw, he shook his head, cast the sleeve aside, and returned his attentions to my neck.
His tongue, like fine sandpaper running over my skin, made me shiver as he licked.
I finally gathered my wits enough to whisper a protection spell. At first, nothing happened but the continued purring of the monster.
But then, sparks danced over the beast’s coat, his fur began to smoke, and he shook is head, sneezing three times before sprawling unconscious in the dust.
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Stop by Tuesdays for a little more Cat Nip...
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Have a great week…
gem
