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White Doe: Sipping whiskey at the Black Raven 8#Sunday

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Set-up: Shane is a shape-shifting hawk mourning the recent loss of his great-grandfather who was a shifter like him. Feeling lost and along he takes a short flight along the beach to ease his body’s warring cells. Afterward, he visits his local haunt The Black Raven…

WhiskeyPerched on a bar stool at The Black Raven an hour later, straight whiskey burned his belly along with guilt for not heading to his Great-Great Aunt Nona’s. His great-grandfather’s sister was also the tribe’s medicine woman and the only other person privy to his secret.

Their tribe held to the belief that they were descended from the Croatans who had welcomed the first colonists. Tribal lore mentioned shifters, but Shane didn’t consider his ability a gift.  He wouldn’t have returned to the barrier islands of North Carolina after his military stint if not for his love of his great-grandfather.

“Yo bro, where’ve you been?” Jim landed on the stool beside him, jarring him from his thoughts. “Got a new woman, or have boat overhauls picked up?”

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Shane Takes Flight

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Weekend Warrior WritersWhite Doe is my spicy romantic paranormal. Last week the novella began with Shane learning of his great-grandfather’s death and a hope of seeing his lost love Cheyenne again. He drives his Harley to a deserted beach arriving at dusk on a warm October evening to dispel his pent energy by shifting into his alternate form.

     He slipped out of his worn jeans and shrugged off his T-shirt. Flexing his muscles, he started his run along the beach. Seconds later, he lunged forwardbigstock_hawk. Wind prickled through newfound feathers, his arms now enormous wings and his feet powerful talons. Lighter and lighter, he ascended skyward; with perfect vision, he soared over a wild and remote beach toward an orange moon shimmering over the Atlantic.

     Shane loved and hated his form. It freed him, but left him utterly alone. This was his life—his curse. Now without his great-grandfather, he was unique in it.

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