This is an excerpt from a short shapeshifter story that’s currently out in the submission ether, trying to find a home. I wrote it at the end of last year and hope to be able to share it with readers some day soon! It’s called Bearskin, and you can see the cover I designed for it here.
He knelt naked on the porch in a pool of splintered bone and coarse blood-soaked fur. Chunky snowflakes landed on him and melted, streaking the blood that marbled his skin. His ribs heaved from exertion. Shadows cut along the ridges of his muscles, his broad shoulders, his thick arms, the jut of a hipbone.
Rae could not see his face yet, his wet black hair hanging low where he bent his head forward.
“Hey,” she said, dropping to one knee and touching the top of his head. “You’ll freeze out here.” She pushed his damp hair out of the way.
He raised his face and stared at her, his dark eyes bleary but curious. His angular chin and high cheekbones were familiar to her now, though he had no name.
I will keep this blog updated on submission progress. In other news, I just submitted my tentacle erotica story to a publisher. Fingers crossed!