FEATURED AT SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION ~
No, this is not a likeness to Prince Tretorff... however, it was the best I could find.
Sunny Spring Day howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
Yesterday I watched three older fawns graze in the pasture and in the yard...first time that's happened... then several days earlier, a whole brood of baby turkeys stopped by, with mom, of course... that was a first too on my tame prairie... and the yard bunnies, one of them doesn't mind being only three of four feet away... and just now, when I went out into the yard, a large long black snake went by... yeah, I get the shivers, but he/she is not poisonous, and not threatening... so let Mother Nature and her critters thrive as long as they're no danger.
Anyway, several more chapters of WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL has been revised/edited, including the one chapter from the villain's POV. Some say don't include the bad guy/gals POV in a romance novel... but, why not? Especially when it sheds further light on what the heroine and hero are facing in their battle to keep true love.
Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak Territory anything is possible.
In a silent rage, Prince Tretorff stomped through his private chambers at court. As if he challenged another stallion, he flung his hair and stretched his neck.
How was he to know Princess Svonj would be protected by a dung-hole of a human male? Yet one who had engaged his superior genetic attributes. Most Earthers remained cut off from the true power their ancient-enhanced genes yielded.
Upon his return, Tretorff had spent a day's worth of time abed, recovering. To his eternal embarrassment, he'd been forced to summon one of the court's Mage-healers. After enduring pokes and prods, the Mage's incessant questions, then drinking the rejuvenation concoction—an insult to his palate—Tretorff had fallen into a restless slumber.
At least, he'd been spared the worst pains while returning to full-stallion vigor.
Haunted by his temporary defeat, Tretorff vigorously shook his head. Even now, the human's dung-disgusting stench seemed to fill his nostrils.
Wishing you romance on the wild side…
Kisses, Savanna Kougar