Species Interaction
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Authors: Cheyenne Meadows
Tags: #paranormal adventure crime comedy sensual romace
A Silver Publishing Book
Species Interaction
Copyright © 2013 by Cheyenne Meadows
E-book ISBN: 9781622320387
First E-book Publication: August 2013
Cover design by Reese Dante
Editor: Jason Huffman
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Dedication
For Pitor who not only contributed to the original version, gave me suggestions, and bolstered my confidence along the way. He provided much needed technical answers and continues to be a treasured friend. Thank you for everything.
For Edward: Again, thanks for the critiques, the think tank, the ideas.
For Tiffany: Without you this book and the series wouldn't have ever made it this far. You're a mentor, a great friend and cheerleader.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
KFC
: KFC Corporation
Jaguar
: Jaguar Land Rover Limited
Lexus
: Toyota Jidosha Kabushiki Kaisha
Calgon
: Calgon Corporation
Superman
: DC Comics E.C. Publications, Inc.
Marines
: U.S. Marine Corps, a component of the U.S. Department of the Navy
James Bond
: Danjaq LLC
Indiana Jones
: Lucasfilm Ltd.
Sesame Street
: Sesame Workshop Corporation
Sports Illustrated
: Time Inc.
Transformers (movie series)
: Paramount Pictures
Hello Kitty: Sanrio Company, Ltd.
Taser
: TASER International, Inc.
Goodwill
: Goodwill Industries International Inc.
Energizer Bunny
: Eveready Battery Company, Inc.
Playboy / Playboy Bunny
: Playboy Enterprises International Inc.
Born Free (song)
: music John Barry, lyrics Don Black
Dirty Dancing (movie - 1987)
: Lions Gate Entertainment Inc.
Hit Me With Your Best Shot (song)
: written by Eddie Schwartz
Captain Kangaroo
: Pat Cashin Individual United States
Speedo
: Speedo International Limited
Pringles
: Pringles LLC
The Miracle Bra
: Victoria's Secret Stores Brand Management, Inc.
Velcro
: Velcro Industries B.V. LLC
Twilight Zone
: CBS Broadcasting Inc.
Wild Kingdom
: Mutual of Omaha Insurance Company
Jell-O
: Kraft Foods Group Brands LLC
Charmin
: The Proctor & Gamble Company
The Exorcist (movie – 1973)
: Warner Bros.
Chapter 1
I, Shyanne McDaniel, being of sound body, and questionable mind…
Why I agreed to this meeting, I'll never know. Probably because I loved Meat, a part time PI, part time exotic dancer, who just happened to carry liger shifter genetics and possess an attitude that would make any alpha kitty proud.
Four years ago my husband Wills, an Enforcer for the Peace Protection Division, the highly trained and efficient military-like group who worked to keep peace amongst the shape-shifters, humans, and vampires, was declared MIA after a particularly dangerous assignment. Holding out hope, I raised our twin sons as a single mother, a spark inside believing one day my beloved husband would return. Unfortunately, fate conspired against me, as I learned a few weeks ago. Wills was officially gone, leaving me a widow with two quickly growing children and a life filled with work and motherhood.
Shaking off the melancholy, I enrolled in college classes where a psychology assignment on human interaction led me to a strip club in order to observe subjects, unbeknownst to them, in their native Friday and Saturday night habitat, watching yummy men shed their clothes. There, I met Meat, ended up kidnapped, and the rest, as they say, is history.
* * * *
I pulled out a chair, nervously sitting down while glancing at the faces across the kitchen table from me.
Meat's parents had called that morning, wanted to have lunch with Meat and me. They would pick up takeout and deliver it to his house so we could talk while eating. The boys were in school, so unfortunately I didn't have a good excuse to miss this great get-together. Of course, Meat readily agreed. I wasn't quite as eager. After all, a week ago at this very table, I impersonated a nun and two more people on this earth decided I was a loon. Not to mention, the memory of the sizzling hot and certifiably kinky activities that happened afterward, still made my belly flip in sensual delight.
His father Micah, as he introduced himself properly upon their arrival, gave me a small smile, pulling a third drumstick from one of the large buckets of KFC. His mother, Daphne, daintily used her fork to pull off small bits of meat. Her actions spoke of refined living, upscale manners, and money.
On the other hand, I absently peeled the skin off with my fingers, using my fork to jab and pull, much like a buzzard tearing pieces from a fresh road kill.
Daphne broke the low murmurs of eating. "Tygerius, what is it again that you do and get paid for?"
Meat shot me a stern look before turning to her. "Exotic dancer." He sank his teeth into a chicken breast.
Her mouth firmed. "A stripper?"
He shrugged one shoulder. "Exotic dancer, Mother. I like it."
Micah snorted and swallowed a drink from his soda. "I thought you might go into the family business."
I caught the underlying tension between father and son. A random thought sprouted in my mind. "Omigod. You're a mortician?" I stared at Meat as my mouth fell open in shock. Where the idea came from, I'll never know. The word just tumbled out of my mouth.
His head swung back to me, one eyebrow shot up in puzzlement.
"You're a mortician?" his father echoed, his gaze fixed on his son. Daphne didn't speak, only paused in mid-chew to stare at Meat.
"What? No!" Meat quickly wiped his fingers on a napkin.
I swallowed, taking in this concerning tidbit of previously unknown information. "I don't think I can live with dead people."
All eyes shifted quickly from Meat to me.
Oh, great
. I squirmed under the pressure, unable to hold back the question forming in my mind. "You don't have a 'thing' for dead people, do you?" I made the quotation mark sign with my fingers, before barging ahead on the bunny trail. "I mean, I know you're perverted and kinky and all…"
The stares morphed from one of 'what in the world are you jabbering about?' to one of 'what the crap?'
A few seconds of silence and I took off on another rambling spiel again. "You know. Like whips and chains, that bondage stuff, and obviously some kind of freaky nun fetish, whatever that's called." I wiped my hands on the paper towel and turned my gaze back to Meat. "But that dead people thingy is…"
His hand quickly shot out, covering my lips in mid-sentence. I fidgeted, even resorted to licking his palm, all to no avail. He didn't budge. "Baby, I think it's time for your mouth to rest so I can explain."
I nodded since his hand remained clamped tight.
