Wes' Valentine's Day surprise has turned into a nightmare. Grounded with thousands of other travelers at an airport by a storm, he and his wife will never make their cruise. A romantic holiday atmosphere this is assuredly not!
Brand, a feline shifter, is desperate. Sexual arousal is heavy in the airport and his flight has been canceled. He needs to join with another shifter soon or risk going feral.
When Brand spots Wes and Tabitha, the raw sexuality of these fellow shifters calls to his primal needs. But they aren't average shifters. Secrets and reclaimed heritage may pull them all together or rip them apart.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Animal Attraction by Alexa Silver
"Great! Wonderful! Are we going to sit on the tarmac any longer?" Brand Hove was getting deeply concerned. They had been sitting on this plane for some two hours. The last cockpit announcement was that they were eighth in line for de-icing. He glanced out the window, knowing full well that the plane wouldn't be departing today. Hell, the plows couldn't even keep up with the snowfall.
He glanced at the flight attendant sitting in the seat across the aisle. Thankfully, he was the only one in the first-class section, so he was able to stretch his legs and pace when the restlessness got to be too much for him. But if he went furry, there would be hell to pay! And the longer he sat in this overgrown tin can, the more likely he'd go quadruped. And then he'd be in a mess!
"Mr. Hove, can I get you anything?" The flight attendant--Janis, according to her nametag--had been watching him quite closely, flirting with him, wafting her pheromones his way.
"Yeah. I need to get off the plane." He motioned to his cell phone, which was charging in one of the power ports. "You may have heard that I'm having a family emergency."
She didn't have to know that the emergency was that he was worried about any stranded brethren who hadn't yet checked in. He jiggled his leg and then began to pace the small aisle. Three steps forward, pivot, three steps back. The walls seemed to be closing in on him.
"We're still readying for takeoff. Please sit down. Can I get you something to drink?"
Brand shook his head and threw himself back in his seat. "No. I just have to get off. I can't just continue to sit here. Can't we deplane? I'm not stupid, nobody has taken off in hours."
The flight attendant consulted her watch. "I'll get a status update from the cockpit. Please fasten your seatbelt."
He did as told. Janis called another flight attendant to the front and asked the pilot to open the secured door. As he waited for her to come back, Brand drummed his hands on his thighs. The first sign of an impending change was this burst of energy. He couldn't repress it, didn't want to, in fact. That would just lead to bigger and more furry problems.
"Mr. Hove? The Captain just informed me that airport management and the air traffic controllers will be making an announcement at the top of the hour. That is less than ten minutes away. We request your patience until that time."
Brand nodded and picked up his cell phone. At least they hadn't asked for electronic devices to be turned off. For the last couple of hours, he'd had the in-seat satellite television on, hoping that none of his brethren had shown themselves to the public. So far, so good, but their luck could run out any minute now. Starting with him if he didn't get off this plane soon.
He grabbed his phone and connected immediately to the Council headquarters. He needed a status report. None of the rest of the ruling body had been caught in this storm, and many of the shifters on getaways with their spouses were either driving or had been diverted to other airports. The eastern half of the United States was in for a nasty storm, so his office informed him, and he was stuck in it. Must be my lucky day.
This snowfall meant that his meeting with the owners of Blood Anonymous, a vampire-shifter coalition, would be postponed. Denver, his assistant, would take care of rescheduling. For now, all Brand Hove, President of the International Shifter Council, needed to do was stay human until he had secured a hotel room. Easier said than done. He, more than any other shifter, was affected by human pheromones. If it was almost overwhelming in a plane that held maybe a hundred humans, what would the airport and city's hotels be like? Stupid question. He'd be swimming in a sea of human arousal. This day of the year, of all of them, guaranteed that.