Okay, so I’m going to start off admitting that I’m a bad author. No, not that kind of a bad author. The other kind. As in naughty. Some of you are nodding your heads in agreement. What’s new? you’re asking yourself. Well, the reason

I’ve been writing. A lot lately. Yay!

Looking at my TBW (to be written) spreadsheet, the vast majority of my works in progress are novels. Double Yay!

This, however, means that I won’t be able to post a WIP snippet every Wednesday. So I’m changing the calendar so I’ll be posting WIP snippets every first and third Wednesday.

I’m guessing a number of you guys won’t like that. I understand.

The only thing I can say in response is that you will be getting more novels out of me. Hope that makes you feel a little better.

Anyways, now on to our regularly scheduled show. This snippet is from a short story I’m kind of working on. Kinda? Meaning as soon as I finish Sugar and Spice (which is coming along nicely) and Fantasy Man, I’ll devote my attention to it.

The tale is called “For the Love of Chocolate”. Love that title, don’t ya? The heroine is Kissa and the hero is Mischa. Just to give you some background information, Kissa and her four sisters are lost in Cherry Moon County, a county inhabited entirely by shifters. And the vast majority of the shifters are males. *grin* I know! I’m wicked.

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It was official. Kissa was having the worst day of her life. She glanced at the clock behind the store clerk. It wasn’t even ten in the morning.

Kissa had gone through her carryon stock of chocolate the day before, and the only thing keeping her from going postal was the thought of purchasing a crate of every kind of chocolate Hershey had ever created.

He was seriously messing up her plan and he didn’t seem to have the sense of mind to know it. She fought the urge to tell him the safety of his whole community was at stake and politely asked her question again. “Is there no where, within… thirty miles where I can get some chocolate?”

He scratched the beard that was just coming in and appeared to look pensive. With each question, Kissa widened her scope. Four questions ago, she had been looking for someplace that sold chocolate within walking distance. Now she was desperate.

The clerk lowered his head. “Can’t seem to think of any.”

A county with no chocolate? They weren’t middle of nowhere hicks. They were barbarians.

He scratched his head. “Well, there is one guy who does have chocolate now that I think about it.”

Kissa perked up and swore she would take back the plague she’d heaped upon his unborn descendants. “Yeah?”

“He has this small eatery. It serves food and desserts.”

“Desserts?” Oh, if he was right, she was going to repeal that curse on his sex life.

He scrunched his face up in consternation. “Yeah, and from what I hear some of them included chocolate.”

Kissa damn near leapt up and kissed him. “Where is this store?”

He shrugged. “Never been there.”

Both the plague and curse returned double fold. “Do you happen to know anyone who might know where this store was?” she asked as she felt a migraine coming on. She was at the end of her line emotionally and she was desperate for a sweet fix. If he didn’t give her something to work with…

His face brightened. “Well, Mischa would know.”

It was worse than pulling teeth, but at least they were getting somewhere. “And this Mischa, where is she?”

“Mischa is a he.”

She turned slowly to find a mountain of a man standing behind her. It was the same man who had shown her the motel the previous night. “Uh…hi,” she muttered through suddenly parched lips. There was just something about the tall, dark, painfully handsome man that made her mouth dry and her knees weak.

She hated the feeling.

“Hi, Ms. Kissa.”

She blinked at the sound of her name on his thick, rough voice.

A man’s voice.

A real, dangerous man’s voice.

Lord, have mercy!

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Please bear with me. This is a really, rough draft, but I wanted to introduce you to the characters. Until next time…

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