Well, now that Sasha has us the comment thingee fixed, I have one question: Who wants MORE??
Not more men… more Family Doctor… okay, I’ll post all the Montgomery werewolves at the bottom. You can let me know if they look like I described them–like you thought they would. Oh, and don’t forget to tell me your dating/guy/girl, whatever —pet peeve.
Family Doctor second excerpt:
Bernadette descended on Tayler the moment the bed was in place and the technicians moved aside. Marc took a minute to direct the floor nurse and make sure they knew his orders, really just allowing mother and son a little quasi-privacy. For the foreseeable future, Tayler would be monitored nonstop, any privacy he thought he had would be an illusion.
“So…you…” Tayler stammered. “I mean…you’re not mad?” he finally managed to ask his mother.
“Oh, Baby,” Bernadette cooed, chocolate eyes growing watery again. “How could I ever be mad at you for being who you are? I just wish I’d known so I could have done all the right things for you,” she sniffed.
“You always do all the right stuff, Mom,” he smiled, almost shyly, giving her an awkward hug. Shaking out of it after a moment, he went on, his voice high and excited, “Hey! So didja see Marc? He said he’d show you what he looks like when he changes! Did he?”
“Uh, yes,” Bernadette’s voice sounded distinctly strained. Marc wondered what part of that experience she was thinking about just now.
“Do you look like he does when you change?” she asked, her voice cracking.
Tayler seemed not to notice, chattering on. “Well…a little. I mean, I’m black, too, like he is; only my fur is fluffier, sorta, and I don’t have any tan streaks. And…um,” he hesitated and leaned close to her, whispering anxiously in her ear. “I’m not as big as he is down there, either, you know?”
Bernadette glanced over at Marc who arched an eyebrow at her, wondering what she would say. She shifted away, angling so Marc couldn’t see her face.
“Don’t worry, Honey, you’re not done growing yet,” she whispered to her son. Marc heard the hint of a smile in her voice; saw her stroking Tayler’s hair.
Long minutes had ticked by and Marc realized that Tayler was fast asleep and that Bernadette was sitting silently. He approached her from behind, seeing her tension and her shaking shoulders.
Carefully, he turned her into his arms and led her across the room, sitting with her on a window bench that she would be able to sleep on later. He pulled her onto his lap and held her close, letting her cry. He was sure she was completely overwhelmed. And any mother would be upset to see her pup in such a state.
She turned her head to wipe her eyes on the heel of her hand, but he intercepted her, taking her fingers in his. He lowered his head and caught one of her trickling tears on his tongue, and then another, from the side of her mouth.
He hadn’t meant to kiss her, but now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop. All he wanted to do was offer comfort, support, love, to his mate. Her full lips opened under his and he was lost, lost in her flavor, her warmth.
Bernadette seemed just as lost as he was, her head falling back against his arm as his tongue forayed into her satin mouth, stroking her tongue, tasting her palate, charting her depths. She moaned softly and he gathered her closer, so beautiful, so luxurious.
His fingers sank into her soft curls, so like her son’s, but shorter and tighter. The feel of his mate in his arms, her head in the palm of his hand, he’d never felt so complete. He wanted nothing more than to lower her to the cushion and cover her body with his, he was hard and ready for her, he could scent that she wanted him, too.
His mouth traveled down her throat, his fingers leading the way as he battled what felt like a thousand buttons, but was really only three. Her flesh was so smooth and soft, she wore lotion, but her own unique flavor came through and Marc couldn’t get enough.
Sliding his hand inside of the latex and satin cup of her bra, Marc stroked her taut nipple with the pads of his fingers. Skin to skin left electric currents, zinging and zapping, so good. He just wanted more, so much more. She groaned and he drank it in, covering his mouth with hers, once again.
“Oh! Excuse me, Dr. Fonteneax!”
Marc couldn’t believe the nurse had walked up on him like that, but she was a Were, as he was, naturally silent and stealthy. He turned so that Bernadette could gather herself together, blocking any view of her, though not bothering to try to hide himself. Another Were would know that he was aroused; it didn’t matter. She was his and he was hers. That’s what mattered.
….
And that’s it:twisted: for now:twisted:
And the rest of the family…. well hmm, Here we go:
Riker
Lakon
Tav
You’ve seen Marc so… drumroll please…..
Myles Brooks-Montgomery
These guys are yummy. I want to read the rest now. 😀
well, Kris, the good news is, the first four werewolf books are out already.
http://www.venuspress.com/catalog/authors/jjmassa.htm :jump:
The other news is… Dr. Marc’s story isn’t out yet. :crying:
Oh man, and I forgot to post YANCEY’s picture! poor guy. hope he doesn’t notice LOL :blush:
JJ
Very hot and sexy. I wanna read more.
Soon… soon :angel:
So tell me, What one thing- habit, mistake- action, behavior, genetic flaw, anything — what one thing would cause you to fall out of love, or even stop seeing someone you otherwise liked?
JJ
Yummy Wolves. When do I get a Wolf of my own. OKay, or a cajun. Or a cajun wolf? :inlove:
One behavior that would make me fall out of love. uhmmm IF I fel t I was being disrespected. It’s har d to pinpont, arguements are great, fights, but toal disrespect is not allowed. Make sense?
JJ,
That is a sweet excerpt. Had to laugh when I was reading the dialogue on size between Tayler and his Mom.
As for the pictures, you have certainly given me an excellant start to my morning! I always draw my own image of characters while I am reading a book, but these guys would clearly be perfect for me to insert into my mind while reading your books…and I will do so! Definitely, look like hero material.
Dating Peeve: Guy who brings cell phone and then is constantly on it (especially if it is a first date) ties up there with guy bragging about things through date as focus of conversation.
Guy Peeve: Refuses to ask for directions when lost and it is clear that they really need to do so.
Girl Peeve: Showing up super-late with no call to let friends know what is going on so that said friends own schedules are knocked off.
Geneal peeve: Lack of personal hygiene and manners.
Oh my JJ, they so do, I just want to feel those chests!!
Cathie
Sasha… you always make sense! 😉
Really, i do get what you mean, I was married to a guy like that for fifteen years. — so long because he was in the ARMY and away alot.
LIttleLamb, I was at Applebee’s the other night, just at the bar having a martini (extra olives) –ANYHOW, there was one guy on a date with a girl, bragging and on the cell, and another guy on a date with a guy, wouldn’t shut up about himself. The other guy didn’t get a word in. I was taking notes– people who are gonna have a bad day in one of my books.
Hey, Cathie! Yards of hunky werewolf skin just begging for your fingers.
JJ
My fingers are roaming around, too – you don’t mind sharing, do you Cathie? LOL. I’m kind of partial to Myles, then again there’s that cute boyish pic of Marc down below. Oh, which one to choose!
You all have fun partying, I’m off to a trip to see my niece very early Friday, and doing last-minute packing and errands tomorrow.
Have a safe drive and a good weekend. I’ll try to have a werewolf for you when you get back!
JJ
Oh man, I love Marc!
What a family!!!!
lord have mercy , i would love to run into a family with those guys~:jump::jump::jump:
Can I join the Montgomery family?…LOL. Just to be around those delicious men…ooh I need ice!
Come on in, Lisa, there’s always room for one more!
Hey, Tami, ever wonder if you already know a werewolf?
😛
Great photos! Talk about hunky werewolves.
“””””””Hey, Tami, ever wonder if you already know a werewolf? “”””””””
moma always said a cat scared her, why i was covered with hair.. think she might have lied and im half werewolf