<![CDATA[Tricia Andersen - Hard Hitting Romance - Latest News]]>Sat, 22 Apr 2017 08:29:25 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[Excerpts from Welterweight]]>Fri, 21 Apr 2017 04:13:57 GMThttp://triciaandersen.com/latest-news/excerpt-from-welterweight
The barely lit corridor reeked of mold and the faint trace of urine. The thunder of the fans raging above echoed off the cement walls. The painted floor beneath Caleb’s feet was damp. The words escaped his lips before he could bite them back.
“If that stupid motherfucker ever gets me another fight in a place like this, I’ll rip his head off.”
He glanced down at the athletic tape still tightly bound around his hands. They were stained with the other fighter’s blood. It stirred up an ancient need inside of him, one deep and primal. He fought the urge to run his tongue along the woven material, just for a taste.
He’d tossed his gloves in his duffle seconds after he beat the guy they pitted him against in the cage to a bloody pulp. He didn’t get to savor the fight. He had to make quick work of his opponent and get the hell out of there. He didn’t have time to dress. He’d have to drive home in just his fight shorts. Three hours of my cup digging into my cock will be lots of fun.
He started at the loud chirp coming from his bag. He didn’t break stride as he dug in the pocket and pulled free his cell. “What?”
“Where the hell are you, Caleb?”
“I’m on my way, Josiah. The show started late.”
“The sun is setting. You’ll never make it home in time. Do you have any idea how fucked up this is? Do you realize how many people you’re putting in danger?”
“Do you know how fast my old truck can go, big brother? I’ll be there.”
“Why did you even go? You need to let Micah book your fights, not that piece of shit manager you have. How many times do we all have to tell him to not schedule you to fight on a full moon?”
“I’m not backing out of a fight. Unlike you and the rest of the spawn I call brothers, I’m not content to fight in these small-time promotions. I’ll make it big. I’ll be world champion.”
“Great, big shot. Let’s just make sure you don’t kill any innocents on the way. Bury yourself in the woods, Caleb. Deep in the woods. And stay there until morning, got it? Or better yet, prevent the change. Just stay fucking human.”
“I’m not dealing with the pain afterward. I’ll be home, Josiah.”
“Caleb, you…”
Caleb ended the call, gripping the cell phone tight in his hand. It wasn’t like he wasn’t under enough stress right now. He didn’t need his older brother ripping him a new one. Again. It seemed like that was Josiah’s favorite hobby as of late. He wasn’t on anyone else’s case as much as he was on his.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the double doors that led to the parking lot came into view. One was propped open. The fiery blaze of sunset painted the drab gray and black of the corridor. Caleb picked up the pace but stopped suddenly as his name was called. A pudgy man with a nearly bald head appeared behind him, huffing like a steam engine. Caleb shook his head and stormed off. “Willy, I don’t have time right now. I’ve got to go. Call me in a week.”
Despite his warning, the manager still hunted him down. “What’s your hurry, Caleb? We never got to talk after you stepped out of the octagon.”
“I told you not to schedule my fights on days like this. Never. My family has told you the same thing.”
“Yeah, full moons. I don’t get it. What? Are you going to change into a vampire?” Willy managed a laugh despite his heaving breath. “Or a werewolf?”
Caleb stopped, spun around on his toe, and glared. “You’re the biggest dumb shit I know. Werewolf? Really? Call me in a week. I need to get home.”
“Austin Graves wants to fight you.”
Caleb gaped. He couldn’t talk. Screw the sun. Screw the moon. This was huge. Finally, he was able to struggle out words. “Pardon me?”
“Austin Graves, the welterweight champion, just called you out.”
“Why me?”
“You’ve decimated your last three opponents. As he said himself, ‘it’s time to put the pup in his place.’”
The shrill cry of a bat brought Caleb to his senses. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll do it. Call me in a week.”
He didn’t wait to hear another word from his manager. He had already wasted too much precious time. His pace turned into a sprint as he hit the parking lot. It took way too long for him to find his old beat-up Ford, but once he spotted it, he raced to it. Tossing his duffle on the passenger seat, he hopped in and fired it up. As he threw it into reverse, he locked the doors. That should buy me some time.
The city of Duluth, Minnesota, faded away into cornfields as Caleb tore down the highway. The all-too-familiar burn in his core ignited his muscles. It stole his breath. His heart raced out of control. Typically, he reveled in this. It was nearly as good as sex. But he was usually lying on his bed at home, not driving in the middle of nowhere.
“Shit. Josiah was right,” he muttered. He shot a look to the sky. Twilight overtook the sunset. Pinpoint dots of light peppered a darkening horizon. The sun was just a sliver of gold. The landscape was bathed in a pure white glow. He glanced out his rearview mirror to see the round curve of a celestial body rising.
The full moon.
Fuck. He was too late.

* * * *
Caleb struck the punching bag hanging in front of him. He threw another volley of punches at it. The dull thud on the canvas followed. He glanced over his shoulder to see if his younger brother, Joshua, had arrived so they could work on their jiu jitsu. Josh was less than a year younger than him. They were often referred to as “the twins.” And right now, Josh was late. He huffed, hopped from one foot to the other, and started again.
He thought working himself until he was exhausted would help him forget Meg. Her car was gone when he got back from his run. He’d expected as much. And he knew she was never coming back. To be brutally honest, had someone told him they were a werewolf, he would have run, too. So she left and I threw myself into my training. Now it’s day two and nothing’s changed. I still need her.
His memories flew back to the night she stayed with him, the way her ass nestled against his hips as he fucked her, the way her golden hair flowed down her shoulders, the way her voice whimpered as she spoke his name each time she arched back against him. He was only looking for gratification, but she was so beautiful, he needed more. He needed her soul, and he was going to take it. Because she already has gotten to mine.
He’d spread her out on her back and locked gazes with her. He had never noticed how clear her sapphire blue eyes were. All he knew was that he was drowning in them and he didn’t want to be rescued. He wanted to hold her in his arms and lay soft kisses on her flesh. He wanted her beside him every night. He never wanted to let her go. He’d only felt like this once before, but the feelings were never this intense. Maybe it’s best she’s gone. With me, she’d die here.
He turned as the door opened. Instead of Joshua, Littlefoot stepped inside. The older man offered him a gentle smile. “How are you, young Caleb?”
Caleb threw a jab, doubling the bag. “Fucking peachy, Littlefoot. What brings you to my dark little corner of the world?”
“I’m here to speak to your mother about next week’s arrangements.”
“Mom has been visiting her sister during the full moon for the last twenty years. How much coordinating do you need to do?”
“This time there is more than Evelyn visiting Edith and Edna.”
“Wouldn’t count on it.”
“Have you spoken to your mate, Caleb?”
Caleb stopped punching and turned to Littlefoot. “Sorry. She hasn’t made it on my speed dial yet. So no. Not since she called me delusional for saying I was a werewolf and went tearing out of here.”
“Give her time.”
“She can have all the time in the fucking world. I don’t want her here. I don’t need a mate. I’m happy by myself.”
“It doesn’t work that way.”
“Watch me. Better yet, your people are the mystics. Figure out how to reverse this curse.”
“Mating is not a curse, Caleb,” Littlefoot chided.
“It is to me.”
“How is having Meg as your mate a curse?”
Caleb stopped and turned around. “Because I think I’m falling in love with her. And that can’t happen. I’ve already fallen in love once and she died because of me. So find a way to release it or I will.”

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<![CDATA[Tuesday Tales - Lake]]>Tue, 11 Apr 2017 02:16:32 GMThttp://triciaandersen.com/latest-news/tuesday-tales-lake
Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "lake". This week I have the third book of the Hallow Brothers Series, Heavyweight.
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“Whenever. I’m good. Are you going to tell me who I’m fighting?”
Micah sighed. “Bowser McNamara.”
“That guy is a fucking lunatic,” Samuel near shouted. “Are you trying to get me killed?”
“He’s a lunatic because he’s out of control. Train smart. You’ll knock him out.”
“I suppose.”
Micah waved him towards the long building that housed their gym, office, dining room and kitchen. “Let’s go get it signed so I can get it back to Leroy.”
Samuel motioned towards Micah’s cabin. It was on the other side of his opposite of Caleb and Meg. “What about your office? Isn’t Abraham working right now? The little shit can barely concentrate as it is.”
Micah shrugged as he started toward the structure. “Eve is on my computer. She’s obsessed with Momma’s amulet. I guess I would be too if my friend’s had been killed over it. Pretty much all she does is eat, sleep, shut and hack into websites looking for information. Oh, and fuck me senseless. Can’t forget that one. It’s the most important.”
Samuel jogged to catch up to him. “Has she found anything?”
“She got some sketchy footage of whoever lives in that house in Connecticut. It came off a neighbor’s security camera but was across a man made lake. The distance is enough to distort it a bit. She stayed up during that last full moon while we were at the North Cabin. It’s grainy. She’s hoping to find some photo enhancing software so we can see who the fuck lives there.”
Samuel chuckled. “Dude, your wife is scary. Hacking into someone’s security system?”
Micah laughed. “Yeah. Tell me about it. I think I might have married me a psychopath.”
“Hot computer hacking biker chick who used to strip. Sounds pretty accurate.”

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<![CDATA[Tuesday Tales - Dice]]>Sat, 25 Mar 2017 04:24:43 GMThttp://triciaandersen.com/latest-news/tuesday-tales-dice
Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "dice". This week I'm starting the third book of the Hallow Brothers Series, Heavyweight.
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Sam heard a rustle in the grass outside. He sighed. Since his cabin was right next to Caleb and Meg’s and his bedroom window was within feet of their porch, he often heard them come and go. Cay must have kicked his wife out of bed to take care of their daughter. Fucking asshole.
That was until Sam heard a very male voice start to sing. The tune was soft, sweet like a lullaby. He strained to hear the melody, to make out the words. He busted out laughing.
Cay was serenading Ruby with the greatest hits of Eminem. Curse words and everything. Sam shook his head as he still chuckled. He tossed the covers off, pulled on a pair of sweatpants and strolled through his cabin until he was outside.
“Seriously, dude,” Sam teased. “Are the lyrics to ‘Rock a Bye Baby’ too much for you?”
Caleb’s head popped up as he stopped singing. He was dressed only in a pair of jeans. The images inked into his skin were hardly discernible in the early summer morning dark. His shaggy dark hair was more rumpled than usual. Cradled in his arms nestled against his chest was a tiny baby wrapped snug in a pink blanket. A pacifier bounced up and down as she sucked.
The whole scene was enough to make the average red-blooded human female’s ovaries explode with need. Too bad for the rest of the women on the planet. Cay was the first Hallow to be eternally mated. And Meg would kick their ass.
Caleb shrugged at Sam. “I don’t remember what the fuck Momma used to sing to us. All I could remember was Eminem.” He forced a smile. “Sorry we woke you.”
“Eh, it was probably that old fuck Roscoe. I wish that old bird would up and croak.”
“With us boys, I’m surprised he’s still alive. It’s still dark. You could probably get back to sleep.” Caleb freed a finger to brush a lock of hair from Ruby’s forehead. “We will be.”
Sam shook his head. “I’m too wired now. I’ll try to doze but I won’t get a good sleep. I’m going to the club tonight. I’ll get a good sound sleep after a good fuck.”
Caleb cocked a grin at him. “You’re rolling the dice that you’ll find a woman who will let you sleep instead of trying to fuck your brains out?”
Sam chuckled. “Either option sounds like a winner to me.” Sam strode across the grass to press a butterfly kiss to his niece’s forehead. “Get her back to bed and go snuggle your pretty wife.”

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<![CDATA[Tuesday Tales - Air]]>Mon, 27 Feb 2017 21:03:08 GMThttp://triciaandersen.com/latest-news/tuesday-tales-air
Hey everyone! I'm back with Tuesday Tales! Today's picture prompt is "air". We're visiting Micah and Eve in my second book of the Hallow Brothers Series.
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"Leroy took the microphone then motioned both sides to him. Micah studied the group approaching them. They all had long, straight dark hair that fell to their waists. Each was dressed in jeans and t-shirts just like the brothers. Their deep brown eyes and angular faces looked eerily familiar. Micah frowned then shot a look over his shoulder at Josiah, Samuel and Caleb. They looked just as confused as he was.
“Where are these guys from?” Samuel questioned.
“Maine,” Josiah answered.
“Wasn’t Dad from Maine?”
Leroy grinned as he addressed the rowdy crowd. “It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for, ladies and gents. In eight weeks, these two men will step into the cage and go to war. Whoever leaves the victor will be the middleweight champ. How excited are you to see this?”
There was a roar from the mob below loud enough to shake the walls. Leroy continued. “Don’t forget to get your tickets. We’re almost sold out. You don’t want to miss this.”
Micah looked down to see Deacon’s evil grin. He sighed before taking a step closer until he was nearly nose to nose with his opponent. The smile on the guy’s face terrified him.
Leroy motioned to Micah. "On my left, from north of here, is Micah Hallow. You know him and him infamous brothers. On my left is Roman Lycan. He and his team have traveled all the way from Maine for this fight and have taken over Austin Graves’s gym to train."
Roman cocked his head at Micah and only spoke loud enough for him to hear. “So you’re Micah? I should have known.”
“So? What the fuck about it?” Micah demanded as he felt his blood run cold. “How could you possibly know who I am?”
Roman just smiled without answering. He dropped into the customary fight stance for pictures.  Micah near growled. “Who the hell are you?”
Leroy nudged Micah. “Just get into fight stance for pictures, Mike.”
Micah stared from one man to the other then slowly lowered into stance. Flashes from a sea of cell phone cameras pierced his eyes. Once Leroy patted him on the shoulder, he slowly raised and retreated back to his brothers, his eyes never leaving Roman.
Caleb wrapped his arm around his shoulders and tugged him towards the steps. “Let’s get out of here. You made your entrance. Now let’s get your head figured out so you can kick that creepy punk’s ass.”
“Noah and David will meet us outside with the ladies in a few moments. We need to go,” Littlefoot added.
Micah glared one last time at Roman before following Littlefoot and his brothers from the stage and through the club. Hands reached out to touch him. Each stray finger caused his stomach to flip.
A painful grip pinched his shoulder. “The quicker you get through, the faster it’s over,” Caleb advised.
“You?” Micah asked.
“I’m about to hurl. So let’s go.”
Micah grabbed his brother’s arm and quickened his steps, passing the others. He didn’t stop until the cold winter air bit through him.
“Thanks,” Caleb said as he slumped against the frost covered bricks of the building.
“No problem,” Micah replied. “We’re the only ones struck with the same affliction.”

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<![CDATA[Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt]]>Mon, 20 Feb 2017 19:51:20 GMThttp://triciaandersen.com/latest-news/tuesday-tales-picture-prompt
Hey everyone! I'm back with Tuesday Tales! Today we have a picture prompt. We're visiting Micah and Eve in my second book of the Hallow Brothers Series.
**And by the looks of my picture prompt you can tell this excerpt has adult language and is a little risqué.**
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Eve wrapped the towel around her and knotted it. Sitting on the bed, she watched the door anxiously. She could hear the scuttle of his feet as he approached followed by the click of the switch as he flipped the lights off. Of course the son of a bitch didn’t come out wearing a towel. The one he did hold barely covered the the part of his body Eve had just been on her knees paying homage to. She mindlessly flicked the knot she had just tied undone and let the towel around her fall to the bed. She sat back just to take the beauty of his nearly naked body. Swirls of ink etched his skin enough to be beautiful and not obnoxious. He had perfectly etched muscles. His hair was dark and thick and his eyes, when they worked, were a deep, chocolate brown. And his cock… Eve could only moan. He was strong. He was dominant. He was sexy beyond imagination.
And somehow he’s my mate.
Micah’s voice was a deep rumble when he spoke. The sound sent a shiver of anticipation through her. “I hear you.”
“Then come get me.”
Before Micah could take a step there was a knock on the front door of the cabin. “What the…” he grumbled under his breath. He cleared his throat as he knotted the towel around his waist. “What is it?”
“Are you about ready?” Josiah shouted through the door.
“Why would we be ready?” Micah turned towards Eve. “What time is it?”
Josiah and Eve seemed to give the same answer at the same time. “It’s five o’clock.”
“Oh, shit. We have to go. How fast can you get dressed?” He angled back to the front door. “Give is a minute, Joe. We’ll be right out.”

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<![CDATA[´╗┐Tuesday Tales - Point]]>Tue, 03 Jan 2017 05:15:13 GMThttp://triciaandersen.com/latest-news/tuesday-tales-point
Hey everyone! Happy New Year! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! 
​This week we're back with Micah and his mate Eve in Middleweight. The word for the week is "point". I hope you enjoy! **And a warning - there is some adult language.**
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Eve didn’t move from her spot on the bathroom floor but kept her gaze locked on the closed door. She could hear the nightmare stomp and grunt outside in the hallway. She had no idea what time it was. It was late and sleep fought to get the better of her.  She thought of the beast that trapped her in here. Exhaustion fled leaving her wide awake.
A soft glow appeared from the crack under the door. It must have been morning. Eve strained to listen for any noise coming from outside the bathroom. She couldn’t hear anything at all. She slowly stood but her knees still buckled underneath her. She fell back to her knees still shaking. She had never seen something so horrifying in her life. If she had to she would crawl out of these woods. Her heart leapt into her throat. Had that thing found Micah? Was her lover all right or did that thing kill him? She scuttled across the cold tile floor. 
She grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, ripping the door open. She slumped to her ass dumbfounded. Micah sat with his back against the wall in his beautiful naked glory. He had a hand buried in his thick hair. Between her fear and the desire flooding her, Eve couldn’t even swallow.
Micah’s voice was a low growl. “Surprise.”
Eve pointed a trembling finger at him. Then she directed it towards the living room then the bedroom. Where the hell did that thing go? “What was that thing? That beast?”
“That beast was me. I told you not to come up here.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m a werewolf.”
“And those other…things?”
“The one who tried to attack you was Abraham. He hasn’t learned to control the blood lust yet apparently.”
“The the two that stopped me from leaving?”
“Josiah and Caleb. Caleb fell for a girl. When she saw him she took off running and fell to her death. Before Meg. They were stopping you from doing the same thing.”
“I’ve got to go.” Eve gripped on the side of the sink to pull herself to her feet. Micah scooped her into his arms before she could collapse again. His touch sent molten fire through her veins.
“Next time you need to listen to me,” he warned.
She didn’t speak. She tugged his mouth to hers, smothering his with a deep, wet kiss.
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<![CDATA[Tuesday Tales - Snow]]>Mon, 26 Dec 2016 16:11:59 GMThttp://triciaandersen.com/latest-news/tuesday-tales-snow
Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! I have great news and an apology. In my last few Tuesday Tales we've been learning about Caleb and Meg in Welterweight. Well...my publisher, Hartwood Publishing, picked up Welterweight and its two sequels!!! Yay!
​But the apology? I've finished Welterweight. So you'll have to wait to see what happens with Caleb and Meg. :)
​This week, however, we get to meet Micah, Caleb's older brother, and his mate Eve. The word for the week is "snow". I hope you enjoy! **And a warning - there is some adult language.**
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Eve gritted her teeth as her bike dipped and bounced around on the dirt road up through the dense forest. Despite the presence of so many pine trees, the ground was nearly covered with fallen leaves. Even though the carpet of reds, golds and oranges were beautiful in the twilight glow, she nearly wiped out on her motorcycle three times. Shit. This is going to be a bitch when the snow falls. And I’m not about to go buy a car.
The urge for Micah that normally filled her resonated harder than it ever had. Her whole body was on fire and he was the only cure. She could already feel his lips on her skin, his teeth nipping at her breast. She needed him now. His ridiculous talk about her being his mate didn’t matter. Maybe his lack of sex has made him delusional. I can fix that.
The moon was already peeking over the tops of the trees when she reached the camp. The place was deserted. All the lights in the cabins were off. The brothers’ vehicles were lined up where they normally were. She huffed irritated. “This is it,” she muttered. “What the hell was Meg so worried about? Me waking them up? Where the hell are they?”
She froze when she heard the deep, heavy pant behind her. It was accompanied by a snarl. Her heart clenched in her chest almost driving the desire out of her. She slowly turned to face whatever bear or wolf cornered her.
She gasped in terror as she laid eyes on the beast. On all fours it was taller than her. It was covered in coarse fur. Razor sharp fangs shot up past its upper lip. Thick claws pawed the ground angrily. It snorted and stomped just before it charged.
Eve screamed as a second beast, bigger and stronger than the first,  collided into it knocking it to the ground. She backpedalled away from the monsters to slam into a third even bigger than the first two. It growled deeply before it padded to the second one. The two of them made a horrifying wall of feral, nightmarish animal blocking her from her bike.
Eve spun on her toe to sprint away. She needed to run fast and far from this nightmare. Instead she found herself face to face with a fourth. Her fear went to war with her need for sex. She watched the fourth beast strain to focus on her. With what sounded like a sigh to her, the beast leaned in and nudged her. The touch sent delicious shivers through her. She shook her head. What the hell was happening to her?
She backed away from the unholy pack towards the cabin. The fourth followed beside her guiding her towards a cabin. She glanced at the structure. It was Micah’s.
The beast followed as she climbed the steps and scurried through the cabin. The sound of shredding wood followed her. She was trapped. She would be an easy kill for it now. Glancing at the door of the bathroom, she took off for it. The room was far too small for it to get into. It was her only hope.
When she turned she found the beast in the doorway of the bathroom. Eve’s knees gave. She crumpled to the floor shaking. It huffed as it raised a dangerous claw to her. It didn’t slash at her. Instead, it caught the door knob. In one quick, sharp motion it slammed the door closed.
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<![CDATA[Tuesday Tales - Island]]>Mon, 28 Nov 2016 18:51:24 GMThttp://triciaandersen.com/latest-news/tuesday-tales-island
Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "island". We are back with my NaNoWriMo, Welterweight. 
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​“Caleb, you need to rest and heal,” Micah called after him.
He ignore Micah as he strode across the camp, not stopping until he reached the family building. He threw open the doors to the gym then searched for the gloves he left there before the full moon. He strapped them on each hand then approached a punching bag. He threw a punch. His body reverberated in pain. He sucked in a breath and threw another. He cringed in response.
He kept throwing combinations despite the agony. He couldn’t stop to think. Dwelling on her would be too much. I knew it was too good to be true. I am such a dumbass.
He stopped to take a breath, to force the pain away. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, he caught something in his peripheral vision. He turned to find his entire family standing there watching him. Momma was wringing her hands together like every time she was anxious.
“Caleb, you need to stop,” Josiah demanded.
“I need to destroy this son of a bitch,” he replied. “I’ll show her who the real man is.”
“Not if you’re too broken to fight.”
Caleb ran his hands through his hair. “Explain it to me. I thought once you mate, you mate for life. Why has my mate left me?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense. I’ll do the research. I’ll figure it out. Just don’t kill yourself in the process. Let us help. You’re not an island like you’ve forced yourself and others to believe your entire life. We’re your family.”
Caleb sighed heavily. “I’d rather be dead than be without her. I told Littlefoot this mating thing was a curse. I wish I was free of it. Now, please. Get out so I can train or help me get ready. Your choice.”
His family stared at him speechless. One by one, all of his brothers except Josiah turned for the door.
Caleb shook his head and snorted. “Should have known you’d all turn your back on me.”
Joshua spun back at him with a scowl. “I can’t speak for the others, but I’m not training with you in jeans, you asshole. Have the courtesy to let us change.”
Caleb cocked a grin. It was forced but it was there. “Sure. Go get ready. Not that it’ll help.”

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<![CDATA[Tuesday Tales - Bread]]>Mon, 21 Nov 2016 04:34:32 GMThttp://triciaandersen.com/latest-news/tuesday-tales-bread
Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "bread". We are back with my NaNoWriMo, Welterweight. 
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Things didn’t change over the next couple days. Caleb was long gone when Meg woke up, leaving her alone for most of the day. To keep herself busy, she baked – cookies, brownies, bread, and anything else that Momma suggested. The smell attracted every member of the family. Only Caleb showed up snarling and about to rip her head off. But when the sun was gone, she was met with sweet, passionate kisses and a plea to come to bed.
She was joined for eternity to Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde.
Her phone lit up with messages. Her boss demanded to know why she didn’t show up for work. Her friends left countless messages wondering where she ran off to. Austin left profanity laced accusations. The only message she returned was to her boss so she could quit. Now she was unemployed and living with a family of supposed werewolves.
Could life get anymore stranger?
She had been living at the camp for a week when she woke up to her backpack thudding to the floor beside the bed. She rubbed her eyes to get rid of the sleep then looked up. Caleb stood over her, his arms folded over his chest.
“Get up. Get dressed. You’re leaving,” he told her with a snarl.
She nearly flew out of bed. “You’re kicking me out?” she demanded.
“Yes. The full moon is tonight. Get ready to go. We leave in a couple of hours to take you and Momma to Sharky’s. From there, he or Littlefoot will take you to Aunt Edith and Aunt Edna’s.”
“Oh.” She cocked her head at him. “I’m surprised you’re not at the gym.”
“No sense in starting a work out so I have to stop.”
“So you’re taking me there.”
“We’re taking you both there. Don’t read into it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sunshine. I know you don’t like me unless I’m in bed with you.”

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<![CDATA[Tuesday Tales - Town]]>Mon, 14 Nov 2016 17:10:36 GMThttp://triciaandersen.com/latest-news/tuesday-tales-town Picture
Hello again and welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "town". Today I'm veering away from Fighter Girlz to share some of my NaNoWriMo, Welterweight. It's MMA and werewolves...you get the idea.
**A word of warning. There is some language. And it's a little long.**

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​Meg stepped down and wandered across the camp. She turned as she heard someone call out to her. She turned to find one of the Hallow brothers striding towards her. He looked older than Caleb. Wavy, black hair framed his face. His t-shirt wrapped around his chiseled muscles. A pair of faded jeans hung off his hips. He was sexy for certain. But not Caleb sexy. Or at least not to me.
“Yes?” Meg questioned.
He smiled at her and offered his hand. “I thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Josiah. I’m the oldest of the seven.”
Meg slowly grinned as she shook his hand. “Josiah, huh? I’ve heard of you.”
“I’m sure you have. I’m not Caleb’s favorite brother.”
“No, you’re not. I would guess you’re his least favorite.”
“I ride his ass to keep him in line. Thankless job, really.”
“Well, I thank you.”
“I appreciate it. Has my little brother given you a tour of your new home?”
“Only his bedroom.”
Josiah offered her his crooked elbow. “Well then, may I do the honors?”
Meg looped her arm in his. “Absolutely.”
Josiah led her to the far edge of the camp towards the rows of wooden boxes. “This is our garden. Since we live so remotely, we only get to the market in town once a week. We grow and harvest our own vegetables. We preserve as much as we can for the winter.”
“You drive three hours to go to the store?” Meg asked incredulously.
“There’s a small town just down the road from Sharky’s. Next time we go I’ll take you with us, but it will probably after the full moon.”
“What’s the big deal about the full moon?”
“During the full moon, my brothers and I aren’t great company to be around.”
“You change.”
“Yes. And you and my mother will go visit my aunts. Just a word of warning, my mother and aunts are devout Bible thumpers. Bring a book.”
“I could just go home.”
“As you wish. But who’s going to take you? Didn’t you stowaway in Caleb’s truck?”
“I’ll take that.”
“Good luck. He loves his truck. It may be a steaming piece of shit but it’s his. Besides, it’s best if you just go with Momma. You won’t know when it’s over and we can’t have you come back too early.”
Meg laughed. “I can read a calendar.”
“But can you resist that pull, that need to be joined to your mate?”
Meg stayed silent. It was true. Caleb was a grade A asshole but she couldn’t stay away. 

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