It's here! The Spring Flings Anthology from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. This is a collection of 10 short stories from 10 WCPT authors--including yours truly and three other Indulge authors--Jenna Howard, Anna J. Evans and December Quinn.
My story is titled Chocolate-Covered Werewolves, because, well, there's a werewolf, and chocolate syrup... here's an excerpt (warning: contains adult language):
“Hello.” Sydney Langdon held the telephone receiver to her ear and tried to inject a smile into her voice. “Winter, spring, summer or fall, all you have to do is call Friends.” It was hard, sounding like she cared, because she really didn’t want to be inside today. Spring was in full bloom and she wanted to get out and breathe in the cool air, smell the flowers, feel the late morning sun warming her face… She had a serious case of cabin fever.
“Sydney. Thank God. I don’t know what to do.” Ramy Roberts’ voice raised a full octave. “My neighbor is a vampire!”
Syd sighed. Again with the vampires. Although she couldn’t complain about it too much. The last time Ramy thought a vampire had moved next door, Killian Murphy had literally slammed into her life. In the form of his truck backing into her car.
And, of course, Killian had turned out not to be a vampire. She’d expected nothing else, because everyone knew vampires didn’t exist. But she’d learned that werewolves did.
My, Grandma, what big teeth you have… She grinned, remembering the first time she’d used that line on Killian. He looked so sexy when he had on just his blue jeans. The top button unbuttoned, showing more of that tantalizing trail of dark hair that led from his navel, tempting her with what lay further down.
Killian, with stormy gray eyes that turned tawny when his wolf was aroused. Killian, with his long, lean body, broad, skilled hands and wicked, wicked mouth…
“Sydney! Are you listening to me?” Ramy’s voice was shrill, bordering on hysterical.
Syd rubbed her forehead. Oy. What she wouldn’t give for a toffee nut latte right now. “Ramy…”
“Don’t you use that tone with me, young lady. I am not crazy.”
“I didn’t say you were, ma’am.” Syd stifled her next sigh and curled the phone cord around her index finger. Why her? Why now? She’d planned on taking the afternoon off and surprising Killian with a picnic lunch.
Complete with dessert. She just hadn’t figured out yet if she wanted him covered in chocolate or honey.
Mmm. Big, hard male smothered in rich, creamy chocolate syrup. Her body moistened and loosened at the thought of licking the sticky substance off his muscular frame. Sucking it off his thick, stiff cock.
Instead of chocolate bunnies in her Easter basket, she’d get a life-size chocolate werewolf.
Copyright ©2006 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.
Also available from WCPT today is Torrid Teasers Volume 4 by Anna J. Evans--two hot, hot stories from this very talented writer.
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