Saturday Short: Shifting Desires

Shifting Desires

I shivered as I waited for Seth to open the door. The damn wind was trying it’s best to knock me off my feet and snow swirled around me. I knocked again, impatient to get in out of the cold. It seemed to take forever for the door to open. Seth grabbed my arm and dragged me inside. Not that I was protesting.

“Wes! Why didn’t you just come in, the door was unlocked.”

My teeth began to chatter as Seth helped me out of my coat and tossed it over the back of the couch. He pulled me close and ran his warm hands up and down my arms. Warmth. Blessed warmth. I just wanted to curl into his heat.

“S…sorry.” I wasn’t sure why I was apologizing, but for some reason I felt the need.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Seth reached out and grabbed a throw off the couch and wrapped it around me. “C’mon, let’s get you warmed up. You want coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?” “Ch…ch…chocolate please.” I let him lead me into the kitchen. I sat in one of the chairs and pulled the blanket tighter around me as I watched him bustle around the kitchen. I still couldn’t believe we were together. He was the complete opposite of all the other guys I had dated. Where they were short like me, he was tall. Most of them were so slender they looked like they could be snapped like a twig. Seth looked like he’d be the one doing the snapping.

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Saturday Short: Recipe For Success

Recipe For Success

I stood frozen, staring at the image in front of me. The table was set for two and, if I wasn’t mistaken, that was lasagna on my plate. I stepped closer to the table and looked around the room. Two tapered candles sat in the middle of the table with a few more scattered around the room, their flickering light creating a romantic ambiance. A vase full of wildflowers sat next to the sink, their bright colors muted without the overhead lights.

I appreciated the effort and thought that had obviously been put into creating a romantic atmosphere, but there was only one problem. I wasn’t dating anyone—and hadn’t been for the last month and a half.

Just thinking of Jason made my heart ache. He had been so focused on his career and being successful. I could understand the wanting to succeed, but his work had taken over his life. There hadn’t been room for anyone or anything else—let alone me. I’d stuck it out for six months, expecting it to get better, but it only got worse. I hadn’t wanted to break up with him. I loved him. But I hadn’t felt like I had a choice. It took two to make a relationship work.

Soft music started playing and I felt, more than heard, someone come up behind me. I wasn’t afraid. If whoever it was wanted to hurt me, they’d already had ample opportunity.

“I missed you.”

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Saturday Short: Where Credit Is Due

Where Credit Is Due

“Sure, now you want me to make the decisions.” I shook my head. No way was I going to bail Mick’s ass out again. I was all for being a team player, but the last time I’d helped him out, he’d taken credit for everything, and I’d had to listen for months about what a genius he was when it came to knowing what the clients wanted. Not this time. Mick had used his last successful ad campaign, using my ideas, to become the project lead for the biggest client we’d had the opportunity to land in years. I wasn’t about to step in and save his ass just so he could claim the credit, again.

“Come on, Dillon. You know we can’t afford to lose this account. If we can’t come up with something they like by the end of the week they’ll go somewhere else.” He actually sounded a bit pathetic, but it wasn’t enough to sway me.

Unfortunately, he was right. The company needed the client’s business, but I was done being walked all over. If he wanted my help, then I’d make damn sure I got the recognition for it.

“Here’s the deal. You want me to take over, fine, but here’s what you have to do.” I grinned and leaned over my desk. “You will go to Mr. Kist and tell him you can’t handle the account. You will come clean that your last ad campaign was all my doing, and”—I paused for effect—“you will ask to be removed from the account and have it assigned to me.”

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Saturday Short: Payback Is A…

Payback Is A…

“Everything set for tomorrow?”

I froze. I knew I shouldn’t be listening, but I couldn’t help it, and lucky for me he apparently hadn’t heard me come in. Jace was planning his revenge, I knew he was. He’d told me I’d pay for the huge party I’d thrown him a few months ago for his birthday. With my birthday just a day away, I was beginning to wish I’d listened when he’d said he just wanted a nice dinner, just the two of us. I needed to find out what he had planned and figure a way out of it.

“Thanks Trent, I appreciate you helping me.”

So, he had my best friend helping him, that really didn’t bode well for me. I’d have to give some thought to how to get out of whatever they had planned, but for now, may as well let him know I was home. I moved back to the front door and opened it and shut it a little harder than necessary.


He came out of the living room before I even made it halfway down the hallway. Was it just me or did he look a little guilty? Maybe he was throwing a huge party, not unlike I did for him, and he was feeling guilty because he knew I hated being the center of attention.

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Saturday Short: Out With The Old

Out With The Old

I glanced around at the friends gathered in my living room. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, their drinks were full and people were talking. Terry and his new girl, Samantha or something, were making out in one corner of my couch.

I heard the knock, just barely, and headed for the door. Everyone I’d invited, and a few I hadn’t, had already arrived. Maybe one of my friends was expecting someone to join them. I shrugged, the more the merrier had always been my moto. A gust of wind and snow swept into the house as I pulled the door open and I froze, welcoming words dying on my lips at the sight of the man standing on my porch.

“What are you doing here?”

“Aren’t you going to invite me in, Blake?” John smiled at me and started to step forward.

“No, I’m not.” I braced my arms on both sides of the door frame, blocking him from coming into my house. “You weren’t invited.”

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The Only One – Free Read

The Only One


Renee Stevens

Jesse stared at his reflection in the mirror. Today should be the happiest day of his life and it would be if it wasn’t for the cloud of deceit hanging over his head. He should have told Mike his biggest secret a long time ago, and now was definitely not the time to be thinking about it, but he couldn’t help it. He was supposed to marry Mike in less than an hour and now he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to go through with it.

How could he when Mike didn’t even know the type of man he was planning to marry. Sure, many couples had secrets, but he doubted that many of them carried around a secret of the magnitude that he had been hiding from Mike during their three year courtship. A knock sounded on the door and he was almost grateful for the interruption of his thoughts.

“Come in.” Jesse glanced briefly at the door before turning his attention back to his reflection. He straightened his tie and simply just fidgeted as he struggled with the weight on his broad shoulders. A hand fell on his shoulder and he met the blue gaze staring back at him with his own green one.

“You doing okay?” Thomas squeezed his shoulder and then turned Jesse to face him. “I just saw Mike, he’s probably almost as nervous as you are.”

Jesse smiled at the mention of his fiancé’s name, but his expression quickly sobered as he remembered the secret still festering inside him. After that, chances were that Mike would no longer be nervous, but that was only because he would probably be running for the hills.

“He’s taking it a lot better than I thought he would. I had really thought he might at least postpone the wedding after you told him.”

“I haven’t told him yet.” Jesse swallowed and forced himself to continue. “I’ve been trying to, I just haven’t been able to find the right time.”

“Jesse! There is no right time for something like this! You have to tell him, and tell him all of it!” Thomas was the only person, save himself, that actually knew how he had spent those first few years after leaving home. 

Friends First – Free Read

Friends First


Renee Stevens

“And just what the hell am I supposed to do with this?” Keith stared at the photo in his hand as anger coursed through his body. He was going to have to confront his boyfriend about it, that was for sure. He wasn’t sure if whoever sent the photo was trying to be cruel or be kind. Either way, it didn’t matter. Now that he knew… he would say something; he’d have to.

He heard the front door of the apartment open and quickly refolded the incriminating photo and stuffed it in his pocket. Before he could say anything he needed to figure out the best way to approach Will.

“Keith? I’m home! Where are you?”

Keith closed his eyes at the sound of Will’s voice. He could do this, he could. It wasn’t really like he had any choice. He couldn’t just forget what he knew. Pulling himself together, he headed out to the living room.

“There you are.” Will walked over to him and pressed a gentle kiss to Keith’s lips.

Keith didn’t return the kiss, he couldn’t, instead he questioned whether or not Will kissed his on-the-side lover the same way. He pulled back and looked at the man he’d been living with for the past month. It all made sense now. Why Will had kept putting off their moving in together. He had probably been afraid that he’d get caught. He had been wrong, he couldn’t do this. Didn’t want to do it.

His eyes burned from suppressing the tears that threatened to spill over and his stomach churned from just thinking about Will with someone else. What else didn’t he know about Will? How long had he been cheating on him? Keith closed his eyes and tried to ignore the ache in his chest. When he opened them again, Will was watching him with a confused look on his face.

“I’ve got to go out for a bit.” Keith forced a smile to his lips and brushed past his boyfriend. He couldn’t stay in the same apartment with him right now. He needed to get away and think about what his next step was going to be. He’d given up his apartment and moved into Will’s once Will had finally agreed to live together, so he didn’t even have anywhere that he could go.

He could always go get pissed drunk, but he needed a clear head to decide where he was going to go. He couldn’t stay with Will, he knew that. He’d never be able to trust him after such a betrayal. He slammed the door behind him and ran down the steps before pushing open the doors that led to the street. With the way he was feeling, he was almost surprised it wasn’t raining; that would definitely fit his mood of the moment.

His cell vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out, only to silence it when the display read Will. He would talk to him, but not yet. Not until he’d had time to fully absorb what the picture plainly showed. Will in the arms of someone else. He wondered if he’d be so upset if it had been another man in the picture, not that he knew what difference it would make. He’d never thought Will would cheat on him, especially with a woman.


*Sneak Peek* Dom/Landon Wolf Shifter

I’ve been working on this short story in between other projects for quite a while.  There’s still no deadline set on it’s completion, and it’s untitled, but thought I’d give a little sneak peek just to hopefully wet your appetite.  Enjoy!


Blood dripped from Dom’s fur as he struggled to make his way back to his pack’s lair. He’d been in many fights lately, but none had been so brutal that he’d barely managed to survive. This one had been. He growled as his body shook, only sheer force of will keeping him on his feet. He needed to put some distance between him and the scene of the fight before his opponents pack came looking for their missing pack member. The fight hadn’t been his fault, but he seriously doubted that the rival pack would see the truth.

He’d simply been on his way back from a hunt when he’d been ambushed. He should have scented the other shifter, and it still bothered him that he hadn’t. He’d been loping through the trees when a heavy impact to his side had knocked him to the ground. He’d managed to roll to his feet but almost instantly he’d been knocked to the ground again, this time with the other wolf looming over him.

He’d lunged to his feet, using his sheer bulk and momentum to knock the wolf off balance. A sharp pain in his side alerted him to the probability of a broken rib or two but the sight of the other wolf once again rushing him sent adrenaline coursing through his canine body and the pain was quickly forgotten. The ensuing fight had been brutal and when the other wolf clamped his teeth around his throat, he had been sure he wasn’t going to survive.

He probably wouldn’t have, but the strangest thing had happened. He suddenly felt stronger than he had in his life. He’d given a hard shake of his body and managed to dislodge the wolf’s jaws from his neck. He didn’t take the time to question his luck but immediately sunk his own sharp canines into the attacker’s throat and clamped down. Blood filled his mouth as he hung on, shaking his head to ensure as much damage was done as possible. Only once the wolf had ceased to breathe had he released his hold, the adrenaline high dissipated and every ache and pain in his body made itself known.

He’d fought hard for his own survival, but even that was no longer guaranteed. He’d lost a large volume of his life’s blood, too much for him to be able to shift back into his human form. He’d managed to drag his body away from the battle zone but was quickly losing energy and realized there was no way he’d make it back to the lair, a small settlement at the base of the mountain, before dark.

If he could just make it to the cave about halfway down the mountain he would be able to rest and gather his strength. He whimpered as he drug his injured body further down the mountain. Even resting and conserving his energy might not be enough to heal the multitude of wounds that were painting the forest floor a deep crimson.

Far off in the distance he heard a lone howl and instantly recognized it as belonging to his best friend and pack member, Landon. Landon was coming, all Dom had to do was answer that call and Landon would find him. He raised his head to answer but the damage to his vocal cords from the wolf clamping down on his throat was too severe and he was unable to form more than a whimper.

Dom felt the last of his energy draining from his body and his legs shook before giving out, leaving him lying on the forest floor, gasping for each breath he was able to draw into his battered body. There was no way he was going to reach the safety of the cave. He knew with certainty he wasn’t going to make it home, and his death would be the ultimate catalyst for a war between the two clans. His vision blurred and his last thought was that Landon would never know the true feelings that Dom held hidden in his heart.