What Are They Eating | Willow Road

Willow Road

The last What Are They Eating post of the year! Sadly, they aren’t eating all that much in Willow Road, more than in Returning to the Werewolf, but still not a lot.

We have Jeremiah and Zeeb, and there is mention of both coffee and tea several times, but as for food… Jeremiah is lazy and makes a microwave meal.

Snow covered the patio, and he spent a few minutes watching it. Pure and untouched. Shaking his head, he headed for the refrigerator. It was time to place a new grocery order. The mostly gaping shelves didn’t spark any inspiration, so in the end, he made a mug of mac and cheese in the microwave. He vowed to himself never to tell his mother.
The thought hadn’t more than flitted through his head before the phone rang. He almost dropped it as his mom’s face flashed on the screen. He took the call, smiling into the phone. “You weren’t to know.”
She chuckled in surprise. “Know what?”
“I’m making pasta in a mug in the microwave. Put it in a few seconds ago, and I told myself I’d never tell you.”
She laughed. “And you shouldn’t have. Pasta in a mug? Seriously, Jeremiah, you need to take better care of yourself.”
The lecture filled him with warmth. “I know, but I’m almost out of groceries.”
“So go shop.”
Erm… yeah, no. “I’ll place an order later.” He smiled, but a heaviness settled in his chest.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
He’d never mastered the skill of lying to her, but avoidance he could do…some avoidance at least. “It’s nothing.”
“Jeremiah.” How could someone put so many meanings into one little word? He sighed.
“There is a new chief of police.”

And Zeeb isn’t much of a chef either.

Parking his car, he looked at the dark windows of his house. Depressing. He’d eat something, then go for a run. It wasn’t too cold, and the snow was coming down in big, slow-falling flakes.
He heated some leftover chicken from the day before and ate standing by the kitchen counter. He’d been unable to relax ever since he’d learned about Jeremiah. He didn’t care about some recluse, except… It pissed him off when people laughed. Whatever had happened, it had traumatized the poor soul. He’d checked the record. Jeremiah’s father, Robert Pace, had reported it. The police chief at the time, Harvey Farkas, had conducted some interviews, but from what Zeeb could tell, he hadn’t pushed for answers, more a friendly chat with some of the prominent shifter families in the village, and no one had volunteered any information.
The case was closed for lack of evidence only a couple of weeks after it had been opened. Quick and easy without stepping on anyone’s toes.
Zeeb would bet his tail that half the village knew exactly what had happened, and the other half could guess. With a growl, he put the plate in the sink and stalked into the bedroom. Pulling his shirt over his head, he kicked off his shoes and pushed down his jeans and underwear. A former tenant had installed a dog door, which was terrible from a security perspective, but Zeeb had soon come to appreciate it. He could shift indoors and sneak out through the dog door without having to freeze his bare ass off.

But even though we don’t get to take part in the Christmas dinner, there at least is one, or will be…

It made Jeremiah laugh harder. “They do like you. You don’t have to do anything for them to like you.”
Zeeb grimaced.
“Come on, let’s get started on the food. It’ll take forever.” They’d prepared a lot, so it wouldn’t take too long, but he wanted to get going. Jeremiah headed toward the kitchen, but Zeeb grabbed his hand.
“Hey, there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
“Yeah? Now?”

That’s it, I’m afraid. Unless we’re counting tea and coffee.

Willow Road

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Jeremiah Pace hasn’t left his house in thirteen years. He doesn’t trust anyone, least of all shifters. School was a nightmare, and despite never interacting with anyone in the village, the bullying continues in his adult life. Someone is putting ads in the paper, encouraging people to drop by his house for one service or other, but Jeremiah never opens his door. 

Zeeb Hemming is a lone wolf and the new chief of police. He’s only been in Stoneshade for six weeks when he learns about the ads and goes to knock on Jeremiah’s door. Not because of what today’s ad said, but to get to the bottom of what’s going on. Human or not, Jeremiah deserves to live life in peace. The moment Zeeb nears Jeremiah’s house, he knows he’s his mate. But he can’t have a human mate. 

Jeremiah pleads with Zeeb not to stir anything up. Yes, the ads are bad, but things can always get worse. Zeeb is furious someone is mistreating his mate and is willing to skin anyone who has any connection to the ads alive. But how is he to convince Jeremiah to trust him when he talks to Zeeb through a gap in the window instead of opening the door to his house? 

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What Are They Eating | Returning to the Werewolf

What Are They Eating

It’s time for the monthly What Are They Eating post, and do you know what? It took 23 months, but now we have a story where they don’t eat. Insane, but it should make this post easy, right? LOL

There is coffee, always coffee. Both cold coffee and freshly brewed coffee.

Cash had been his everything.

Growling, he smacked his cheeks. This was not the time to think about Cash.

Minutes later, his eyelids were drooping. Yawning, he shook himself and rolled down a window. The frigid air should help wake him, but he yawned again. Fuck. Blinking, the road blurred before his eyes, and he rubbed them.

How many car crashes had he been to where the driver had fallen asleep behind the wheels? Too many.

He fumbled with his phone and connected it to the car stereo. With the windows rolled down and heavy metal loud enough to make the car speakers jump, he reached for his to-go cup with the coffee he’d bought on the way to the funeral but had been unable to drink since his throat had been blocked.

The coffee had ice crystals in it. Grimacing, he chunked it down. Caffeine should help him on his quest to reach the south before midday tomorrow, or he guessed it was today.

 

Pulling the too-big sweats on, he ventured out. It was still pitch-black outside. The white snow shone in the moonlight. Tranquil. In Cottleway there were always noises, lights shining, and cars driving. Here silence ruled. The coffee maker made its first sound of the day, and Lex looked over at Cash. He wasn’t handsome—big and strong, but not classically handsome. Rugged, more so now than he’d been at twenty-one, but there was something. He had something no one else had, something that spoke to Lex on a deeper level. Cash was the one he compared everyone else to, and no one ever measured up.

Cash smiled. “What?”

Nothing.” Lex shook himself. Goddammit. He was losing his mind.

Cash didn’t push, instead, he watched the coffee maker. When enough for two half cups had dripped down, Cash divided the coffee between them before putting the pot back in its place. “Milk and two sugars?”

Only milk these days.”

Cash looked at him over his shoulder. “Finally realized you’re sweet enough as you are?” He winked, and a pang of longing hit Lex. Cash had always told him he was sweet enough without the sugar in the coffee. Such a silly, sappy thing, and yet it had a lump forming in his throat.

Yeah. And health issues.”

You’re sick?” The serious expression almost made Lex want to poke fun at him, but he didn’t have the energy.

Not to my knowledge, but sugar isn’t good for you, and I work weird hours, so coffee keeps me afloat. It amounted to a lot of sugar in a day.”

Cash nodded. “What do you do?”

Then we have Lex waking from a dream, and in the dream, his granny was making him breakfast. We don’t know what she was making, but breakfast. Since it’s a dream, they don’t eat it, though.

Sometime later, Cash woke to a distressed sound. His initial response was to fling himself out of bed and deal with it, only it came from the bed.

Lex was crying.

Cash stilled. A tear trickled down Lex’s cheek, and Cash pressed his lips together not to whine.

Lex.” He gently shook him. “Lex, honey, you’re dreaming.”

Lex stiffened against him, his eyes snapping open, and he looked around. Then he tilted his head back and looked up at Cash. He wouldn’t be able to make out his facial expression. Cash remembered how crappy Lex’s night vision was, but he smiled anyway.

He shouldn’t have. Lex’s face crumbled and new tears spilled from his eyes.

Oh, babe.” Cash hugged him close. “Was it that bad?” He should have woken him earlier.

Lex shook his head.

It wasn’t? Then why are you crying?” Fear gripped him. “Are you hurt? Fuck, we should have gone to the hospital. Humans are fragile. Is it your neck? Your back?” Cash looked around. He’d have to call someone. Samus. Samus would drive them to the hospital. Lex needed x-rays, and what if he had a concussion? Cash had taken him to bed instead of making sure he was okay. He was a terrible mate.

I’m not hurt.”

Are you sure? I think we need to go. You cried in your sleep. You’re in pain.”

I’m fine.”

Cash grabbed his shoulder, gently. “Honey, you’re not fine. You’re crying.”

It was the dream.”

Cash sighed, tried to relax into the mattress, and carefully gathered Lex in his arms. “What was it about?” He wasn’t sure he believed the tears were because of the dream, but if Lex could tell him what it was about, then maybe.

Nothing special. Nana making me breakfast.”

Do you want me to call her and let her know you’re here?” Maybe sneaking out in the middle of the night had caused him to dream.

Lex sniveled and wiped his eyes. “No, she’s not there.”

That’s it, I’m afraid. Not much in way of food.

Returning to the Werewolf

returningtothewerewolfLex Gray was in love once. He was young and gave his heart to Cash Udolph, who he believed would be with him forever. When his world fell apart, Cash was nowhere to be found. Lex left Warwood, the tiniest village ever placed on a map, and swore never to come back. Seventeen years later, he’s there to attend his grandmother’s funeral.

Lex needs to get out of Warwood, but driving in the middle of the night might not have been his best idea. A naked man jumps up on the road only to turn into a wolf before his eyes, and Lex slams the brakes hard enough to slide off the road. When Cash is called in to sort a situation with a human, he never expected the human to be his Lex. He’s been given a second chance, but Lex wants to leave as soon as possible. Can Cash convince Lex to allow him back into his life before the tow truck gets there?

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What Are They Eating | A Vampire Chew Toy

What Are They Eating

It’s time for the monthly What Are They Eating post, and this time we’re looking at A Vampire Chew Toy. In some stories, I have to search for what they’re eating. Sometimes I realise they’re mostly running on coffee and no food at all. That’s not the case in A Vampire Chew Toy. Here a lot of time is spent in the kitchen, and Devin loves to cook and bake.
Since it’s written for National M&M Day, they, of course, eat M&Ms.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. “Mars, you in there?” Murrie’s voice was deep and growly, but Mars was glad to hear it.
He yanked the door open. “Evening, boss.”
Glaring brown eyes met his. Murrie’s bear was so close to the surface, Mars could almost see the fur coming through his human skin. Normally, Murrie had blue eyes and honey-colored hair, looking a bit like an overgrown surfer dude. Mellow, carefree, and quick to smile. Now his colors were darker, and there was a deadly air around him.
“All well?” His voice was growly, but relief shone in his eyes.
Mars grunted. He wasn’t suffering, but he couldn’t say the same about the human, could he? He was rocking back and forth where he sat on the floor, and Mars wasn’t sure he could keep it up for long. Soon, he’d topple over.
“I see.” Murrie reached into the black backpack he had slung over his shoulder. There were evidence bags, a first aid kit, and a few other things. What Mars hadn’t known was it also included a bag of colorful little chocolate balls. Murrie often had a bowl of M&Ms on his desk, but to bring them to a crime scene… Murrie grabbed a blue little ball and walked over to the human. Gently, he cupped the man’s face and brought the chocolate to his mouth. At first, the man squeezed his lips shut, but when Murrie grumbled it was an M&M, he opened.
Mars would never understand Murrie’s fascination with candy, but in this case, he guessed it was a good thing. The man stopped rocking, and Murrie spoke low and soothingly, explaining who he was and what they were doing. He didn’t go into details but asked some questions. Every time the man, Devin Jace, answered, Murrie gave him an M&M. It didn’t matter if they had any use for the answer or not. As soon as he spoke, Murrie handed him a chocolate.

There is also a lot of focus on breakfast.

He was about halfway through putting everything away when Hanna stepped into the kitchen. She stilled and watched him for a second before speaking. “Need help?”
“No, I got it.” He looked away so fast he made himself dizzy. “The eggs are done in two minutes. There’s bread, cold cuts, and ah… does anyone want cereal?” He held up a pack of cornflakes he’d pulled from one of the bags.
“Not if you’ve made eggs.” She narrowed her eyes. “Why are you cooking? It’s Murrie’s day. Murrie’s days are the best.”
“He… eh… needed some sleep, and since he’s away tonight, I’ll take his day.” He hurried to add. “He’ll take Saturday.”
She nodded and edged toward the table where he’d lined everything up. “Wow, fruit salad. That’s so smart. I’ll do that on Wednesday. Not much can go wrong with fruit salad.”
Devin focused on unpacking the twenty bags of M&Ms Murrie had ordered. He hoped he wasn’t planning a party. Maybe they’d been at a reduced price or something. Patting one of the bags, he bit his lip. Maybe he could make M&M brownies for a snack. Everyone needed an afternoon pick-me-up, and few things were better than chocolate. He put one of the bags on the counter and the rest in the pantry. He wasn’t sure if it was where they went, but no one had shown him the candy cupboard, so he improvised.
Once everything was put away, he focused on the pancakes. After having poured some batter into the skillet, he grabbed the coffeepot and poured himself a cup.
“Oh, there’s coffee?”
Devin jumped. He’d forgotten Hanna was in the room. How could he have forgotten she was in the room? She grinned at him from where she sat by the table, a bowl of fruit salad in front of her.
“Ah, yes.” He hurried over to her with the pot in his hand, only to realize he hadn’t put any cups on the table and walked back again. He put the pot back and grabbed cups, six of them, since he didn’t have a clue if they all drank coffee or not. Maybe someone wanted tea?
He put the cups on the table, flipped the pancake, grabbed the coffeepot, and went over to Hanna to pour her a cup. “Does anyone want tea?”
“Not for breakfast. In the afternoon, some switch to tea. Murrie and Faelan, most often.”
Okay, tea in the afternoon.
“What are you cooking?” She nodded toward the stove, and he frowned at her.
“Pancakes.” Shifters had an excellent sense of smell. She should be able to tell it was pancakes.
“Oh, awesome!”
Devin hurried back to the stove while shaking his head.
When he had a stack of pancakes, he placed them on the table. He hadn’t more than let go of it when Rei walked into the kitchen. He grunted, grabbed a cup of coffee and took a swallow, and grimaced. Then his gaze settled on Devin and widened. “Devin? It smelled so good, I was sure it was Murrie cooking.”
“He… ah… needed some sleep, so I’ll be cooking today.”
Rei eyed the pancakes, then looked at Hanna, who was stuffing her face, and nodded. “Awesome.” He grabbed a plate and a few pancakes, then he spotted the eggs, and grabbed two. When he reached the tray with cheese, cold cuts, and vegetables, he looked at Devin again.
“There is fruit salad, too.” Hanna grinned. “Better than Murrie, right?”
Rei nodded and grabbed a second plate.

And then we have lunch.

Devin grabbed a roasting pan from the oven. He’d made two pans of lasagna, and then, unsure if it was enough or if everyone ate lasagna, he’d made a big pot of a made-up recipe for chicken, mushrooms, and wine sauce. It turned out fabulous in his opinion, creamy and nice, and the mushrooms heightened the taste. He’d made rice and a big bowl of salad, and in a last-minute fit of panic of someone not liking either chicken or lasagna, he put bread and cheese on the table.
Rei and Hanna entered the kitchen as he put a stack of plates on the table.
“Holy shit, is that lasagna?” Hanna ran over to the pans of lasagna and inhaled deeply.
“Ah… yes. There is chicken and rice too.”
Both Rei and Hanna stared at him, and he had an urge to run and hide.
“There is chicken too?”
Devin’s voice dropped into a whisper. “I didn’t know if everyone liked lasagna.”
Hanna barked a laugh. “Oh, honey, last week Kenia served burned oatmeal. Lasagna is divine compared to that.” She grabbed a spatula and cut herself a piece.
“I thought the oatmeal was for breakfast.”
“She served it again since more than half was left since breakfast.” She grimaced, and Devin huffed. He might not know a lot about shifters, but from what he’d gathered, they ate a lot.

And with these excerpts, we’ve reached chapter 4. There is a lot more food and cakes and chocolate to be had 😆

A Vampire Chew Toy

A Vampire Chew ToyDevin Jace lives in a huge mansion together with six other people, five of them turn furry, and one needs to drink blood to survive. Sometimes, he suspects it’s all a dream. Four years ago, he had no idea supernatural beings existed. It wasn’t until he was snatched off the street and forced to live as a blood slave he realized vampires are real and don’t sparkle.

Three years ago, Mars O’Ceallaigh was part of the team who saved a badly scarred and severely traumatized Devin. As the only vampire on the team, he got to work undercover. To keep up the facade, he tasted Devin’s blood. Not a day has gone by since without him thinking about it, both the taste of the blood and Devin. But he wants Devin to be happy, and since he knows vampires are his worst nightmare, he does his best to keep out of his way.

When the team learns Devin’s captor has escaped prison, Mars is convinced he will come for Devin. Devin might fear Mars, but there is someone he fears more, so when Mars swears to keep him safe, Devin trusts him. Mars more than enjoys being by Devin’s side at all times, but will spending every minute of every day with him be enough to keep him safe?

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