The Lascivious Transformation
Jean Booth
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For Val,
My crazy little nymphomaniac
My blood boiled in my veins. Zach better pray I die. If I didn't I'd spend my last breath taking his. Why he, my maker, didn't warn me of this faction of hunters that wanted to revert us back to our human state is something I wanted to know, badly. I hated him for leaving me ignorant and vulnerable.
Salvadore led me upstairs, wisely not touching me, just simply guiding me toward our destination. He led me to the attic of his massive house. I was anticipating a room filled with various torture devices and wasn't completely disappointed.
In the center of the large room was a king sized bed. To the right was an open bathroom complete with a shower stall and a large garden tub. On the left, hidden among the shadows, was a table with straps, a chain attached to the floor, and more straps against the wall. I shuddered.
"If you would kindly step this way." Salvadore asked as he picked up the collar from the floor. "The first thing we need to do, is remove your emotional connection to your maker. It'll be easier if you shift a few times."
I looked confused. He sighed, shaking his head at my ignorance.
"What has Zach been teaching you? Surely you've noticed the arousal, the heightened sexuality you feel when you shift? Shifting releases natural pheromones to help attract mates. Kyle here is a werewolf and will be assisting you in the removal of your emotional ties to that man."
In Kyle's defense, he looked as disgusted as I felt.
"Of course, if you have any objections, I can find your human sister and demonstrate with her what I want you to do." He smiled as I growled in response.
I stepped forward and allowed him to place the collar around my neck. Kyle shifted into a wolf and back. The air grew thick, my body involuntarily responding to the pheromones he released. Tearing my clothes from my body, Salvadore locked me in the attic with an aroused and irritated werewolf. He spoke as he closed the door.
"I'll be back in the morning and you'd better have some good news for me. Do not test me in this Kiera." The door slammed behind him and I listened as his feet walked away, until they'd completely disappeared.
"I can't do this," I whispered, hoping Kyle would help us escape, knowing he wouldn't.
"Do you know what my brother does to women? He's brutal. He wanted you, but Salvadore didn't want you broken. Do I have to force you to shift, or can you manage on your own?"
"No. Give me a minute." My voice was small, defeated. I liked being a Shifter; I didn't want to go back to simply being human again.
"Raymond hopes you fail. If you refuse, he not only gets to play with you, but your sister as well. He loves to make women scream in agony. Don't let him do that to her, she's only human. She'd never survive his attention." His voice held fear and regret. I was surprised to discover that I was actually able to take comfort in the knowledge that he didn't want this either. I shifted into a wolf and back, mimicking his earlier movements.
Lust thickened in the air. We shifted again, our bodies releasing the mating scent until I could almost feel it like heated fog against my sensitized body. My body wanted release. It had been denied for so long, and with the desire, hunger, and the cloying need suffocating the room, I was having an impossible time resisting.
He grabbed me, breaking the collar around my neck and pinning me to the floor. His pupils were dilated, completely obliterating his green orbs. My thighs fell open, my legs too tired to fight him. His erection rubbed against my opening and we both groaned.
"You're so fucking hot. I need to be inside you right now. You're wetness is killing me." He groaned again, lips finding my nipple and halting any further comments. My back arched as I cried out, forgetting this was forced, forgetting that I didn't want this. My instincts took over and my impassioned body responded.
I lifted my hips, meeting his helpless thrusts in a deep penetration. Growling, he slammed into me. Pounding out his frustrations with my body, he brought me to orgasm twice before releasing his seed within me.
I didn't have time to come down from my euphoric release. He picked me up and tossed me on the bed, spreading my thighs again so he could feast.
I didn't want this.
I couldn't think as he found the sweet spot. Suckling, biting, pounding with his fingers, he had me hoarse from screaming my release. I shook with the effects of the orgasms. My body was exhausted, spent and needy all at once.
He looked up at me, green eyes blazing with desire and I became aroused again. He pinned me to the bed, erection sheathed in my core once more. He was slower this time, moving with a torturous rhythm that held me on the precipice. I heard myself start to beg. I hated myself in that moment, but couldn't stop. I needed this, wanted it. Oh Lord how I wanted him.
"Kyle please!" I begged in desperation. He complied, slamming into me until I cried out with my release, my body milking his seed deep into mine.
I passed out with him still buried deep inside.
I woke to him suckling my nipple. I groaned, half protest, half desire. He laughed against my breast.
"You snore." He said, green eyes dancing in merriment. I felt myself blush and return his smile. I frowned as I remembered why he was on me. Seeing my frown, he spoke. "I'm truly sorry Kiera. When we brought you back, I was given the option, Raymond, or me. I couldn't live with myself if I gave you to him. He's a sadistic bastard, and I've seen what he does to women. It's not pretty. Please don't hate me." He had tears in his eyes, and my heart softened. Rather than prolong conversation that would make this experience more intimate, I simply changed the subject, asking for food.
He smiled and went to the door. He knocked and it opened. He talked to someone outside and he came back, grinning.
"Two hams will be here shortly. You do know we have to keep this up, right? You have to become attached to me or Salvatore will bring in Raymond. Raymond's broken women for Salvatore before, and trust me, you want to avoid that pain. He's a sadist with no off switch." He shuddered. I closed my eyes and sighed.
I reached out, pulling him back on the bed. I still didn't completely want this, still felt the wrongness of the situation, but the alternative was worse. Besides, this was only sex. I just had to fool Salvatore into believing I was falling for Kyle and I could escape. I could do that. I had to. Resigned, I pushed him so he was lying on his back.
I nestled between his legs and took him into my mouth. He was soft, allowing me to play and suckle the entire shaft before it grew too large to fit in my mouth. He thrust helplessly against my lips, fingers fisting in my hair. He groaned, breath coming in ragged gasps. My core was wet with anticipation.
He started twitching and I knew he was close. Circling my tongue around his head, I stopped. He cursed and groaned as I slid my body up the length of his, straddling his weeping member. Rubbing my core against him, I coated him with my juices, teasing him before taking him in. We both cried out as I sheathed him. I was swollen, sore from our recent escapades. He thrust as he was buried deep inside, his swollen mushroom head bumping my cervix and causing me to tremble. Slowly I rose up and slid back down, purring as his member caressed the most sensitive parts of me. Sweat glistened on both our bodies at my slow torture.
He couldn't take it anymore. Trapping a nipple firmly in his teeth, he held my hips still as I cried out on top of him. Thrusting forcefully, he erupted, releasing my nipple as he cried out. I collapsed on him, boneless and sated. He slowly ran his hands up and down my back, sending the aftershocks through my entire body as I drifted off to sleep.
The smell of ham woke me. My stomach growled and Kyle laughed. Leaping out of bed, I snatched a ham hock and tore at it. Casually, he walked over to get his. I clutched my ham and growled at him. He grinned, surprising me with a dimple. I wasn't distracted long though, the ham finally hitting my empty stomach and causing a light purr of contentment to be released. We ate in silence; the only noises were the soft groans of satisfaction. I was full in minutes, ham juice and other fluids drying stickily on my body.
"I need a shower." He followed me into the bathroom where I heated the shower. Together we cleaned each other, trying to be comfortable in the situation we found ourselves in. I discovered very quickly that he was a breast man. He lavished attention on them, soaping, rinsing and suckling until I was weak in the knees.
"I love your breasts, they're so full and plump. I could burry myself in their cushion and get lost in your ample cleavage." He whispered as he sucked my nipple hard enough to leave a hickey. He clutched my other nub into his mouth, sharing his attention between the two. He suckled, nibbling with his teeth until I begged for mercy. Reaching between my thighs, he groaned against my breast as he found my slick entrance. He rubbed my clit as he nursed my breasts. I climaxed slowly, and for a long time. I was still shuddering as he held me against the shower wall and impaled me on his throbbing member.
"You're so fucking tight, I'm not going to last." True to his word, he made it about five minutes before emptying. I couldn't believe his stamina. He'd had me four times already and was still able to go again.
I slid off and was amazed that I wanted more. His penis bobbed as it left my core, rubbing our combined juices against my clit and I moaned. He smiled a knowing smile. Turning off the water, he carried me back to bed.
"Give me a moment," he whispered and went back to the bathroom. I heard water and what I thought was the shaking of a pill bottle, and he returned.
"Did you just take something?" I asked, voice husky with lust. He nodded, blushing slightly in embarrassment.
"It's just so I quit embarrassing myself. It'll take a few minutes to kick in though, so you should relax." With a wicked glint to his eyes, he opened my legs and preceded to do everything he could to make relaxing a complete impossibility. He lapped at my core, licking my juices and bringing his tongue firmly against my bud. I whimpered. He smiled, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub and sending me into orbit. He suckled, licked and nibbled at my nub, releasing wave after wave of pleasure. I was hoarse from screaming, begging him to either finish or kill me. Either option was acceptable.
He started suckling at my nub, listening as my breath grew to short, quick gasps of pleasure. My hands fisted in his hair and he knew I was close. He slammed a finger into my core, his groans vibrating the sensitive nub. I clenched around his finger, wishing it were something more satisfying. My body wept with the small penetration. He groaned further against me, whispering against my core, causing me to release more wetness.
"You're soaked. I could certainly get used to this. I can't believe how responsive you are." He slowly eased his finger out of me and I whimpered. He bit down on my clit, holding me still with his teeth. I cried out as another wave of pleasure rolled over me. I could feel him moving as he held me immobile between his teeth. My body clenched, sending more hot waves of moisture to coat my entrance in preparation for his extremely large erection.
His fingers played in the wetness of my opening, spreading it across my thighs, and gently slapping my entrance. The wet, gentle slaps were followed by a slow lick of his tongue. He lapped at my clit, keeping me just below the precipice of orgasm. Lifting his head, he replaced his mouth with his wet fingers. He pinched my nub between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and keeping my release at bay.
"I want to feel you cum as I enter you. I want you to milk me dry as you feel me push through your tight, wet pussy. I want your cream to coat every part of me and I don't want you to stop screaming your pleasure until I cum." His fingers twisted my nub, his words arousing me further. I felt myself wanting to please him as he was pleasing me. I felt his engorged mushroom head seeking entrance to my body. He moved it slowly back and forth in my entrance as he talked, coating himself with my juices. I felt my pussy weep with anticipation.
"Are you close?" He whispered.
I could only whimper and nod.
His other hand found my breast, and clenched it as his head slipped past my entrance. His fingers danced around my clit and pinched my nipple, as he slammed into me as hard and deep as he could go. I screamed my release and my body clenched tightly around his cock. Lifting my ass up, he held me still, his member a hard, solid pole I tried to milk. Just as my body started to relax, he moved. He kept me begging for more. I was aroused and clenching his member while he maintained a steady rhythm.
I braced my feet on the bed, tilting my pelvis up and meeting him thrust for thrust. He leaned down and suckled my breasts and I exploded. He quickened his pace, prolonging my orgasm as long as he could. He was barely able to move, I was clenched around him so firmly. He groaned. I thought he was close, that this glorious torture was almost finished, but I was wrong.
I was still coming when he pulled out. I whimpered my denial. He flipped me over and lifted my hips. Plunging right back in, his balls slapped against my clit as he impaled me. His pace quickened along with the slapping of our flesh. I felt the buildup of yet another orgasm, and I wasn't even finished with the current one. He groaned, fingers finding my nub as his other hand held my chest anchored to the bed for his violent penetration. I came screaming, his name on my lips.
He thrust twice more before his hot seed spurted. He filled me, our combined juices dripping from where we were still joined.
He collapsed on top of me, causing my legs to sprawl open with him still tightly sheathed inside. He stayed hard as my body danced with aftershocks, slowly groaning and helplessly thrusting until he came again.
We passed out like that, his body impaling and covering mine, both covered in sweat and cum.
I woke to the feel of something growing inside me. Kyle ran his hands gently down my body, causing me to shiver involuntary as he gently tilted my hips up. He started moving slowly.
"Ugh, seriously? How can you even think of that right now?" My body betrayed my words, helplessly greeting him thrust for thrust.
"You are so beautiful and the way you respond to me, oh man. I could never tire of being inside you." He groaned, fingers finding my nub and the moisture weeping from my core. He groaned again. I lifted to my knees, giving him better access. His thrusts got faster. I moaned, rotating my hips to get him deeper.
"Gods, don't do that. I'll blow in seconds of you keep that up. Just stay still."
I tried but it was impossible to hold myself immobile as he thrust, continuously rubbing my clit as he did. Moaning, I came, clenching his rod as if it were the only thing keeping me anchored to the planet. He swore.
I started to relax and he pulled out, flipping me onto my back and pounding back into me. I lifted my hips to get him deeper, we groaned together. He collapsed on me, gathering my breasts into his mouth; he squeezed and massaged the plump orbs with his large hands. He continued to slam into me as he suckled, the sounds of licking and skin slapping were the only noises in the room. He played with one breast while he suckled the other, sending tingles straight to my core. His free hand found my nub. Rubbing his fingers in the juices leaking from our joining, he started rubbing. Taking it between his fingers, I exploded. Holding tightly to his hair, I held his head against my breast, crying out as he gently bit me. I was stimulated everywhere, body strung tight, gripping him to me, causing him to explode as well. His seed erupted, giving strength to my release as I milked him dry.
I collapsed, boneless and spent. Every part of my body was hypersensitive and sore. He lapped at my breasts, smiling as the aftershocks wracking my body kept him hard inside me. He continued to lavish attention on my breasts and my body continued to milk his rod. He came again, biting my sensitive nipple as I writhed beneath him.
"I must say Kyle, I didn't think you had it in you. Kiera, how are you feeling today? More attached to Kyle, I hope?" We both jumped at the sound of Salvadore's voice. "Perhaps you'd care to bathe so we can continue? You reek of sex."
He curled his lip in disgust; I bolted to the bathroom, covering the shower with my towel, embarrassed and ashamed of my behavior.
Under the water's spray I could hear them talking.
"I did everything you told me to. As you can tell, it worked like a dream." Kyle was smug as he bragged of our escapades to Salvadore. I felt like a fool.
"Very good. Your money's in your room, it smells like you've earned it. Send your brother up, but don't go too far, we may need your services again. She must be completely broken."
"Yes sir." I heard footsteps leaving and the sound of the door shutting. Knowing Salvadore was still here, I held on to my anger. Salvadore's voice was next to me when he next spoke.
"Betrayed to the wolves by your fiancé, transformed and untrained by your master, and now tricked into returning to your humanity by that same man. When are you going to learn to quit trusting in men? Even now, when you could've seen me coming, known what I was going to do, you placed a sheet over your window, trusting I'd leave you be." He opened the door. "Stupid girl."
I screeched as he pounced. He zapped me with some sort of electrical thing, sending a shock that reverberated throughout my body. It was the most painful thing I'd ever experienced. I collapsed, my body spasming with the force of the electrical current. He placed a collar around my neck that had little nubs on the inside that poked me. He tugged the short chain attached to the collar, sending jolts of electricity through my body again. It was a shock collar.
Keeping the chain close to him, I struggled to keep up my pace next to him. Every time the nubs touched my neck, I was zapped. Chaining me to the floor as before, he left me. I shivered, the water drying on my skin slowly. I didn't dare move, fear of being shocked held me immobile. When he came back, he wasn't alone. Raymond was with him, carrying packets of blood.
"What's that for?" I stammered, crouching on the floor to hide my nudity.
"Silence!" Raymond yelled, yanking the chain as he did to send my body into spasms.
"Raymond, that was completely unnecessary. It was a very good question. We're going to drain you, almost to the point of death, removing the tainted blood from your body and replacing it with healthy, pure, human blood. After, you shall be allowed one hour to rest before being drained once more. You will be released only after my approval of the success of the transfusions."
I paled, shrinking back as far as I could. This was barbaric!
"So, what was last night for?" I asked, voice belying my fear of what they were about to do.
"To see if you could follow directions. Now, let's begin. Raymond, grab a pillow and come here." Salvadore directed Raymond in placing the pillow behind my head so the collar wouldn’t shock me as he started an IV. Blood raced out of my veins and into the bags he'd set aside. Placing an IV in my other arm, he prepared the new blood for transfer. I felt my body go weak, my eyelids felt as if they weighed about three hundred pounds each. I passed out for a minute, the loss of blood sending me to unconsciousness. I blinked awake as he switched the last bag of human blood to my arm.
"Welcome back, how do you feel?"
"Like crap. Can you take the collar off now, please?" He laughed
"Child, that stays on until you leave. Would you like to see Kyle?"
"Yes please." I needed to see a somewhat friendly face.
"He's in your bed. I'll leave you two to get reacquainted." He winked and left. I tried to sit up without setting off the collar. I almost succeeded. Kyle roused as I cried out in pain.
"What have they done to you?" His shocked and appalled expression almost made me believe he was sincere.
"They're trying to make me human again. Sever all bonds to my supernatural life."
He looked horrified.
"That's impossible! I have to get you out of here before they kill you!"
"How didn't you know his plans? You're part of his gang, aren't you?" I couldn't mask the pain in my voice. I didn't quite know how it happened, but sometime during the night I'd grown fond of Kyle.
He crouched down next to me, cradling my face in his large hands. His green eyes looked imploringly into mine.
"Please forgive me. All I was told was that I had to convince you to mate with me or give you to my brother. Salvadore wanted your bonds to your maker severed so he could have you to himself. He said it was either me, or I was to give you to my brother. I wouldn't give my worst enemy into his sadistic hands. I never thought I'd enjoy last night, or you for that matter." He grew serious. "I like you very much."
"If you really mean that, get me out of here." He paled at my soft words, nodding slowly. Before he could say anything, we were interrupted by the sounds of naked feet padding toward us.
"Well brother, it seems as if you've been ensnared by the little minx as well. We can't have that now, can we? When we're finished with her, she's to be an outcast from our society. Your job was to distract her, wear her out so we could do what was necessary. I don't know why you're still here." Raymond's naked body came into view around his brothers’ broad shoulders. My blood turned to ice.
"Salvadore asked me to stay, to be available to service her again. What are you doing?" Kyle blocked my body from his brother's lecherous view.
"I'm to be her test. If she lives through what I do to her, she will be purified again. If not, then we've succeeded." He looked at me as he talked; the thoughts of torturing me aroused his previously flaccid member.
Kyle gasped in horror.
"That wasn't part of the deal! I only agreed to this if you stayed away from her! Salvadore promised!"
"I lied. Please leave, we have work to do." Salvadore's silky voice echoed from behind Raymond's full back.
Kyle looked at me, then back to his brother and Salvadore. He didn't want to leave me there, but didn't know how to take me away either. The conflict was plainly evident in his expression. Sighing, he lowered his head and stalked out of the room.
I started trembling with fear as the two sadistic men walked toward me. They were both completely nude, and both amazing specimens of muscled men. Had I been anyone else, doing anything else, I would have stopped for a moment to simply admire their stocky builds. They walked slowly toward me, their erections swelling to impossible sizes as I trembled on the floor. I was too weak to move from my crouched position, and didn't want to feel the bite of the shock collar again.
Raymond reached me first, bringing his large hand around to run his fingers through my hair and caress my face.
"You really are beautiful, you know that?" He said with a smile as he gently grazed his fingers down my jaw. I was distracted by his calming smile and didn't feel his hand leave my face. I did feel the shock of the blow behind the shock of the collar seconds later. I licked the blood from my lips as he talked. "Beautiful women think they're so entitled. You can bat those pretty lashes and get anything you want. Beauty doesn't work on me. I'm going to enjoy breaking you."
Salvadore pulled me up by the collar, ignoring my screams and the spasms that wracked my body with the electricity. Tears leaked down my cheeks as he dragged me over to the table. My breath left in a gasp as they threw me against the hard surface. Like a well-oiled team, they simultaneously strapped me spread-eagle on the unforgiving slab.
Raymond turned away, going toward a chest that had been hidden behind the table against the wall. Reaching in, he pulled out a cat-o-nine tails complete with silver barbs on the end. His dark smile reached his eyes and they sparkled with the knowledge of what he was going to do with his weapon. He flicked it in the air, the balls clacking together in an ominous clack. He walked slowly toward me, caressing his toy in reverence.
He reached the table, removed my collar, and kissed me. It was gentle, passionate, and nothing I'd expected from this man. Pulling away, he smiled at me. I heard the thwack of the whip long before I felt the stings of the silver barbs. My skin erupted in red welts. The precious human blood they'd painstakingly added to my body ran in rivulets down my breasts.
He caressed them, lovingly massaging the welts he created. I shuddered as my nipples hardened in response to his touch. He struck me again. Each time he struck my body he caressed and massaged the wounds, causing me to react with passion at every strike. I shuddered each time his hand came up, not knowing if it was from passion or fear.
Salvadore leaned against the bottom of the table, pinning my legs with his heavy torso before biting my slick core roughly with his teeth. He sucked and ground my clit in his teeth, causing me to writhe in pain and enjoyment. Blood mixed with my natural lubrication. Salvadore groaned in excitement.
Raymond continued his slow, tortuous whipping of my upper body, careful to just slice the skin and not muscle tissue as Salvadore feasted at my core. I was in agony. The pain and pleasure line dimmed until I wasn't sure if I hurt or wanted more. I wasn't sure of anything anymore.
Salvadore unbuckled my legs and pulled my body to the edge of the table, stretching my arms to the point past pain. He forced my legs apart, making them straddle the side of the table so he had complete access to my core. As Raymond whipped my arms, Salvadore slammed his swollen cock into my tight sheath. I cried out with the pain. Tears leaked from my eyes.
Raymond licked the tears from my face and slapped me hard. I wasn't certain what hurt more, the pounding of my head or my pussy. I couldn't move, couldn't give an inch to pad the violent thrusts, and my wrists were bleeding from the tension of the cuffs. Raymond licked the blood from my breasts, cleaning them so they stood out like two perfectly round, white orbs in the middle of the red sea of blood.
I couldn't think about what the sight of the unmarred flesh meant. I couldn't think past the cock slamming repeatedly into my entrance. I heard Raymond curse seconds before the whip slapped against my skin. He was violent with his whipping this time, my skin blossoming open like a ripe grape. He was sweating with exertion, yelling with each flick of his wrist. I screamed, one long endless scream of agony. I tried to look at him, plead with him to stop, but I couldn't focus on anything past the pain of the whipping and fucking.
Dazed, I watched as he jerked off, the violence of the situation arousing him past the point of sanity. They came at the same time, blowing wads of cum on my open wounds and finally giving me peace.
"She's still one of us." Raymond panted as his orgasm left his cock limp and spent.
"Then we can have more fun with her before we try again, right?" Salvadore grunted as he panted, crushing my body to the hard surface.
"Over my dead body." Kyle arrived, his rage filled whisper echoing through the attic. Raymond and Salvadore jumped in surprise. They both turned to look at the man they'd dismissed with matching expressions of weariness. I heard an explosion, followed quickly by another and both men that had just spent their seed on my body fell on me. Blood leaked from matching circles on their foreheads to mix with the concoction of blood and semen that was currently coating my abused body. I didn't have the energy or voice to scream.
"Kiera, are you okay?" Kyle rushed to my side, throwing the two sadistic men off my sore body; he released me from my bonds.
I immediately fell in a heap to the floor. Every part of my body was on fire with pain. He gently scooped me into his strong arms and carried me to the clear bathroom. He held me on the side of the tub as he filled it with water. Carefully he placed me in the warm water and rinsed the wounds clean. He was gentle with me, even as he vibrated with anger at what they'd done.
I sighed as I felt the smaller wounds knit together, grateful that I was still able to heal. It meant I could eventually shift. I hadn't lost my ability to transform even though they tried to remove it.
Kyle dried me off and dressed me in one of his large shirts. He was careful to not meet my eyes, and not cause any additional pain to my thrashed body. It would take a full day to completely heal the wounds his brother inflicted on me, and even then I may scar.
"He used silver, didn't he?" I whispered. It was the first thing either of us said since Kyle released my bonds.
"Yes. You may scar. It's difficult to judge with silver. I'll help you heal as best I can, but it's mostly up to your body. I'm so sorry Kiera." He finally looked at me. The pain, anger, and fear in his eyes melted the confusion I had earlier about his intentions.
"Just get me out of here." I whispered back.
He nodded. Scooping me into his arms, he ran out of the house and into the night where we lived out our lives together, hidden from any who would try to hurt me again.
Author's Note
This novella started out as a scene from Changed, but didn't flow with the book like I wanted it to. It was too intense and sent the book into a direction I didn't want it to go, so I saved the scene for later. After publishing Changed, I decided that it be kind of fun to have a short little erotic novella to share with everyone. I was surprised at how difficult it really is to make a whole story in such a short amount of pages, concentrating solely on sex. I'm pleased with the results.
I wouldn't have been able to do this without the help of my great friends. Val and Olga helped create the names of the characters, as well as the name of the characters in my next novella. Thanks so much to the WH crew!!! You know who you are, and you're awesome! For being guinea pigs for everything that comes out of my noggin, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Without your encouragement, teasing and incessant nagging I would never have finished any of my books.
David thanks for helping me with the edits on Changed. I appreciate your input and miss having you around work to toss about ideas.
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