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A shapeshifter anthlology
Paul and Dan--Furball and BB from "Cake Under the Mistletoe"--are back in "Singing Up the Moon". This time they're dealing with Dan's family, who are pleased about the werewolf, but unhappy that Dan has taken a male mate.

It was Cooper-Young, so of course anything went and nothing was unusual. The little gift store hadn’t made it, so now they were washing the old sign off the front window to the drifting smells of food from the half-dozen restaurants on the block. Jars of herbs and roots, strings of myrrh, incense sticks and cones had replaced the fair-trade trinkets and local artisans’ works and all stood ready for their opening in the morning.

“You really think this is a good idea, lover?” The words were half-growled from behind the Commercial Appeal.

“Of course it is. A little alchemist’s shop in the arts district. How quaint, how suitable. And run by such a nice pair of older gentlemen.” The tall blond man wiped down the window again, watching the foot traffic which was substantial even this late in the evening. The al fresco diners at Tsunami across the way were caught up in their conversations.

“Don’t flutter. It’s not safe. Not even here.”

“Corin Faw, you’re a grumpy bitch today.” A few softly mumbled words and the paintbrush had painted “Faw and O’Brian Potions, Spells and Readings” on the window. “What’s got your tail in a kink?”

“You, for being a big queen and the opening day jitters. This is the South, dammit. The kind of place they drag people like us behind their pick-ups as queers, if they aren’t just burning us for witches first.” Corin lowered the paper and scowled. His grizzled hair fell into his bushy eyebrows that met above his nose. He sniffed. “You’re scared, too. That’s why you’ve gone all fey.”

“Do stop that, lover. It’s completely unfair to use that were nose on me.” He closed the paint and set it behind the counter.

“Says Cian of the Second Sight.” Corin rose and folded his paper. He turned out his reading lamp and let darkness descend on the shop. After his eyes adjusted, far better than his lover’s, he took Cian’s hand and led him upstairs. “I’m a cranky old wolf who would rather have earth under my feet than live in a shop on a city street.” He kissed Cian gently.

A Blind Vampire anthology

"Hunger for the Edge" gives us the tale of Zach Nelson, hedonist, who brings home the wrong trick one evening. He didn't think little blind Adrien would be any sort of danger.

Adrien was quiet on the drive back to the apartment. Zach was parking the Jag when Adrien turned his face to him and smiled. “I had a very good time tonight. I haven’t had one for far too long.”

“We’ll have to fix that.” Zach shut down and got out, pleased to see Adrien had managed to get himself out. “Elevator’s over here.” He punched the floor and helped Adrien into his apartment, getting him settled on the sofa.

“Come here. Let me feel you.” Adrien said, urgently.

Zach walked over, standing close to the couch. He did not flinch when Adrien touched his face, lightly, rapidly, taking in each of his features, “reading” it as he had seen the blind do before.

“So very handsome.” Adrien smiled, and his hands continued their exploration of Zach’s shoulders, drifting down to his arms and chest. “Pretty.” His smile was very white against his dark skin. As his hands worked their way down to Zach’s crotch, he smiled up and cupped it. “Lovely.” Very few could use the term without a trace of sarcasm.

Zach chuckled. “Yeah... you found the best part.”

“It all seems very nice to me.” Adrien looked up at him quizzically. “Do you kiss? So many men don't.”

In answer, Zach leaned down, lifted Adrien’s chin and tasted his mouth. The full lips were cool, but Adrien was sensual and talented. He explored Zach’s mouth with amazing thoroughness, leaving Zach both aroused and invaded.

“I haven't been kissed like that in a very long time,” Adrien whispered as they parted.

“That was just a warmup.”

“Really?” Adrien smiled. “I may have to let strange men take me home more often if that is the norm.”