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Chapter 1 – Finding Grandma
Kitty rolled over onto Marc. She expected to feel fur. Then, she remembered they kept him shaved.
“You okay?” Marc asked as he opened his eyes. She didn’t seem to be laying on him correctly.
“Yeah,” Kitty said. “I expected hair.”
Marc chuckled. “That’s all gone. It’d probably take me a month to regrow it.”
“It’s okay,” Kitty said. “I think I was asleep.”
“I think you’re still asleep,” Marc said. He pulled her against his body. “It’s still early.”
Kitty settled against him and fell back asleep.
Marc let her sleep another hour. He was just about to get out of bed and feed Little Fuzzy when he heard feet running down the hall.
Kitty opened her eyes. “Was that Little Fuzzy chanting ‘fish’ down the hall?”
“It was,” Marc said.
Kitty laughed. “I guess we better get down there.”
Ten minutes later, they were dressed and walking into the dining room. Little Fuzzy was eating his fish and berries.
“I managed to find him a fish for breakfast,” Mary said.
“You made his day,” Marc said as he sat down at the table.
“What’s he wearing?” Kitty asked as she sat across from Marc.
“A little pair of sweatpants,” Mary said. “Can’t have him running around with his doodle out.”
Kitty and Marc both laughed.
“Well, probably best he gets used to wearing clothes now rather than later,” Marc said. “Did you manage to get him into some shorts?”
“No. He didn’t like the shorts. I’ll have to find some softer ones next time I get to town,” Mary said. “But he didn’t complain during his bath, and did he did put on the sweatpants.”
“How are the other two?” Marc asked.
“Washed and fed. I found some blocks for them to play with,” Mary said as she placed their plates in front of them.
Kitty ate her scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and potatoes o’brian. “Has anyone looked outside?”
“It’s bad. It’s still snowing. The news said it’d snow all day,” Mary said.
“This place has a generator, right?” Kitty asked.
“A big one,” Mary said. “And about two-thousand gallons of gas.”
“That’ll run for a while,” Kitty said.
“A month,” Mary said. “Little bit longer really.”
“How do they refill the tank?” Kitty asked.
“They roll a truck like the ones you see at the gas station up to the tank,” Mary said.
“Damn,” Kitty said.
“It’s seamless. Once the power goes out, we flip a switch. The generator fires, and everything comes back on,” Mary said.
Kitty finished eating. “Well, sounds like we’ll be fine. I guess I’ll go downstairs and work on this project.”
“I’ll take the fuzzies out to play in the snow,” Marc said.
Kitty stood and started to walk out of the dining room.
“Were you going to track down your grandma?” Marc asked.
“Yes. Thanks for reminding me. I’ll do that first,” Kitty said. She walked upstairs and grabbed her address book from on top of the dresser and flipped through it. She had no idea if she had up-to-date information for her grandma. Kitty hadn’t talked to her in years. If she had a cell phone number, there was a chance it still worked. If it was a landline, she knew there’d be no chance. The last time they’d talked was before she moved to Florida.
Kitty found two numbers under her grandmother’s name – Ester Adroit. Kitty studied both numbers. The top number was the one she usually called, and she didn’t remember writing down the bottom number. Kitty picked up her cell phone and dialed the top number. A man answered. “Yes, is Ester Adroit there?”
“I’m sorry. You have the wrong number,” he said.
“Thank you.” Kitty ended the call and dialed the second number. It rang six times before a man answered. Kitty inwardly cursed. If she had two bad numbers, it was going to be hell tracking down her grandmother. “Yes, I’m trying to reach Ester Adroit.”
“She’s right here. Who may I say is calling?” he asked.
“Kitty Adroit.” She heard the phone being passed.
“Kitty, is it really you?” Ester asked.
“It is,” Kitty said. “Was that your new boyfriend?”
Ester laughed. “Sorta. Anyway, how are you?”
“I’m good,” Kitty said. “I realized we hadn’t talked in forever, so thought I’d give you a call.”
“I’m glad to hear from you,” Ester said. “But I know you. You can’t just be calling to chat.”
“Well, I thought I might like to visit. I have a new fiance I’d like you to meet,” Kitty said. She noticed a strange paused, and it sounded like her grandma had put her hand over the mic. “Grandma?”
“That would be wonderful. When do you plan to visit?” she asked.
“Soon. Like within the next week,” Kitty said.
“Of course. Let me give you my address.”
Kitty wrote down the address in her contacts book. “Got it.”
“Do you know what day?” Ester asked.
“Not yet, but I’ll call when we leave,” Kitty said. “It’s snowing up here, so as soon as the snow melts, we’ll be on our way.”
“I haven't had to deal with snow in years,” Ester said. “You’ll love it down here. It warm and peaceful.”
“Sounds great. I’ve been dealing with nothing but snow for months,” Kitty said. “First in the mountains and now here.”
“The mountains...”
“Yeah. It was for work,” Kitty said. “I’ll tell you all about it when we get there.”
“Well, I’ll see you when you get here,” Ester said.
Kitty ended the call. She had a weird feeling. Her grandma had paused too many times. Kitty put on her socks and shoes and found her jacket and gloves before walking out of the master bedroom, down the stairs and out the back door.
She started to look for Marc and the cubs then laughed. The little cubs were buried in the snow and Marc was building some sort of snow hill while Little Fuzzy was packing snow on with his hands in an attempt to help. “What are you doing?”
“Playing snow fort,” Marc said. “This is the main building.”
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The Lumberjack and His Wood (Naughty Reads)
Lost in the forest, Jane Woodland’s search for rare purple-leaved trees leads her straight into the path of a rugged lumberjack with muscles like iron and eyes that promise trouble. When night falls, his secluded cabin offers warmth, shelter… and a whole lot more than just a bed. In the dark woods, Jane learns that sometimes getting lost is the best way to be found.
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Chapter 1 - Camping and Hiking
Jane Woodland finished setting up her tent and campsite. She had all the latest luxury camping amenities. A portable bathroom, shower, and kitchen. And she’d brought plenty of food in a cooler. She needed a break. As the head advertising exec at a major Fortune 500 company, the work was overwhelming, so much so that she hadn’t had time for herself in over five years, much less an actual vacation away from the city. She was lucky to be able to get in a spa day on the weekend without being interrupted by work.
She was sick of it. Of course, the money was good. She made over six figures a year, but she needed a break and worked it out with her boss. She’d get three weeks off, and Jane intended to spend them in the woods away from everything. She even brought a rifle in case she had to hunt and forage.
Thankfully, one of her hobbies was hunting and rifle shooting. Not that she had gotten much time to do either one in the last five years, but she knew how to prepare small game and turn it into food. Though, she’d brought a massive cooler, so she didn’t expect to have to hunt.
Jane laid back in her tent cot. She was reasonably clean for just having set up the entire camp. She’d washed her hands in the bathroom. She had a sink fed from a large jug of water and a composting toilet. She planned to go hiking and view the nature and trees. This area was known for its rare purple-leaved trees, and she wanted to see a few before making dinner and settling in for the night.
She’d stopped for a hamburger and french fries and gotten a few bags of chips, some Cokes and a couple cases of beer at the last small town before her destination. The prices were higher than she liked, but it was her fault for not remembering to get those things in the city.
She stretched and sat up. If she wanted to go hiking, now was not the time for a nap. Jane grabbed her camera and a small bag with some granola bars and water. She stood and walked out of her tent then zipped it shut to prevent any wildlife from entering it.
Jane hefted her bag onto her back and walked to the trailhead. This was Mountain Pass 1, a ten-mile circular trek that would take her slightly behind her campsite, but she thought she’d still be able to see her tent upon exiting the trail on the other side. The purple trees were supposed to be on this route.
She had a lot of thinking to do. She was over thirty, single, and no kids. This wasn’t how she saw her life. All work and no play, family or friends. It was depressing. She couldn’t maintain a relationship for longer than six months, and her last relationship had imploded. She thought she’d have a family by now, but no male had been able to tolerate her work schedule. Having it all wasn’t as easy as it sounded. She had her job and money, but that was all she had. It wasn’t enough.
Jane hiked the trail. It was interesting. The trees were huge, not at all like the ones in the city. They had large trunks, long limbs, and plenty of leaves, but the trees at this end were green. Jane was going to be pissed if the brochures lied, and there were no purple-leaved trees.
Jane checked her watch. She’d spent a lot of time taking pictures of the bushes and flowers and thinking. She planned to do a full expose on her trip to the mountain forests once she got home. Jane didn’t mind nature. In fact, she loved being outdoors. If she thought she could make a living blogging about her outdoor adventures, she would have quit her job yesterday. Unfortunately, she didn't know how much articles about outdoor experiences were worth, and she didn't know the first thing about creating a website. Though, she supposed she could learn.
It was almost five in the evening. She needed to get back to her campsite and make dinner. Looking for the trees would have to wait until tomorrow morning.
She arrived back at her campsite just after six. Hamburgers and french fries sounded like a good dinner, so she pulled out her skillet and camp deep fryer.
Her propane camp stove didn’t take long to cook the hamburgers, and by the time they were done, her french fries were done. She dressed up her hamburger with lettuce, tomato, onion, jalapenos, cheese, and mayonnaise before adding ketchup to her plate and sitting down at her pop-up picnic table to eat.
It was dark by the time she finished, but all she had to do was press a button on her phone, and her camp lit itself. The tent came with lights that were app controlled.
She washed the dishes then took a quick shower in her camp shower before heading into her tent to relax and sleep.
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Marcus' clan is growing. The childer are hatching, and the homeless shelter is becoming profitable. In fact, it's so profitable that he's opening a women's shelter behind his homeless shelter to start live food production. However, Marcus' unfinished business on Umbra and Chivitas is starting to resurface, threatening the existence of his current family.
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Chapter 1 - Clan Abridgment
Marcus woke before the sun set. He dressed in jeans and a black button shirt before walking outside with the Erector. He needed to get the wall around their property rebuilt.
He decided to start at the back wall and work his way around. Marcus finished half the wall and was standing at the front of the property when he heard running that could only be Shadow.
Marcus released the trigger and set it on the ground. He caught Shadow when she jumped on him. “Awake?”
“Been awake,” Shadow said.
“Are you fed?”
“Yes.”
“Is that one of my t-shirts?” Marcus asked.
Shadow grinned. “It is.”
“Did you come out here to tell me about the sacs?” Marcus asked.
“The next one is hatching. Oliver and Alera are watching it,” Shadow said.
Marcus set her on her feet then picked up the Erector. “Let’s go see our next childe emerge.” Shadow hopped in front of Marcus.
“Go on down. I’m going to put this in the cabin,” Marcus said.
Shadow walked down into the cellar and over to their third childe’s coffin. “Is this a male or a female?” Alera asked.
“I’m not sure,” Shadow said. “I think this is one of the ones we didn’t know.”
Marcus stepped behind Shadow. “How’s it doing?”
“Got some good cracks, and I see movement,” Oliver said.
Shadow watched as the vampire in the sac stretched out. She could see feet and hands.
Marcus pulled the big sac chunks off their new childe and tossed them to the dirt floor. “It’s female. That means the last one in that set is male.”
“And these were the four we announced to the interstellar space program?” Shadow asked.
“They are, but they know nothing of our other ten,” Marcus said.
“Did you want to feed her, Shadow?” Oliver held up the bloodbag.
Shadow looked at the bloodbag. “Uh… No. That’s okay.”
“She’s nervous.” Marcus took the bloodbag from Oliver. He stuck the straw in their new childe’s mouth and opened the valve. “That’s all there is to it. She’ll drink it.”
“She’s already eating,” Shadow said.
“They’re usually pretty hungry after they hatch,” Oliver said. “But no more than half a bag. This is just to get their stomachs full and processing blood.”
Marcus watched as their new little girl sucked the blood. When the bag was half empty, he closed the valve and pulled the straw out of her mouth.
“Step back,” Alera said.
“What’s that gurgling?” Shadow asked as she took a step back.
“Air,” Alera said. “Marcus, load the straw first.”
Shadow jumped and squeaked when she heard a big burp. Marcus looked into the coffin. “She spit some of it back up.”
Alera grabbed a rag out of her back pocket and wiped the childe’s mouth. “She’s okay.”
“Does she need more?” Marcus asked.
“She was just getting rid of the air,” Alera said. “She’s full.”
Marcus closed the lid. “In six months, they’ll be fully grown.”
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Her next project? Bigfoot birth control injections. Kitty knows the stakes: without careful control, a new generation of little Bigfoots could be on the way. And with the right approach, she can continue her work and achieve her goals—while keeping her life with Bigfoot exactly as she wants it.
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