Dawg Town: Hot Dawg
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by Marteeka Karland
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: Selene is tired of the same old same old. In an effort to get away from the ole hamster wheel, she takes off on a pink Harley into the night... Straight to Dawg Town. Cal thinks "pink" and "Harley" shouldn't even be in the same sentence, but he sure isn't averse to the hot woman riding it. Their chemistry is right, and she's even a shifter--like him. But there's a reason she's looking to change her scenery, and it has very little to do with her hamster wheel.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: September 2009
16 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [31 KB]
Reading time: 15-21 min.
"Ms. Karland's story fits in perfectly with DAWG TOWN series and I'm definitely looking forward to reading all the rest of the titles in this series." 4.5 ribbons!--Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
Selene ran and ran. And ran and ran and ran. She seemed to be getting nowhere, but her surroundings insisted she was. Funny thing was, no matter how fast or how slow she ran, the scenery passed by at the same speed. What the fuck was going on?
She had awakened to this same scenery and began running out of fear. Now she'd been at it for what seemed like hours, and she was fucking tired!
She stopped, trying to catch her breath. The scenery rolled on.
This was insane.
"See? I told you she'd love it, John."
"It's a hamster, Susan. It'd run on that wheel no matter what was going on around it."
"Stop calling her 'it.' I've told you about that. She has feelings too, you know. Besides, I think she's in heat. This will take her mind off ... you know." Susan whispered the last two sentences as if Selene couldn't hear.
"Give me a break."
John and Susan left the room, still arguing about whether or not Selene had awareness of herself. It probably had something to do with how much the screen surrounding her hamster cage cost, to say nothing of the program. Had Selene bothered to get off that damned wheel and look behind her, she'd have realized what was going on. She really loved the wheel, but when in her hamster form, she sometimes got a little carried away.
Though she'd had a marvelous cardio workout, and the run had indeed taken her mind off her need for sex, enough was enough. It was time to leave Susan and John, nice as they were, for someplace where people didn't buy thousand-dollar setups for hamsters to use to exercise. That was just insane.
There was a place she'd heard about, with a bar she'd always wanted to visit. She just hoped the hot pink Harley didn't stand out too much. She grinned. Then again, if everything she'd heard about the Prairie Dawg Bar were true, she hoped she did stand out. The town might be just what she needed. Sex with shifters, even if they weren't of her race, with no strings attached and no need to worry if they knew what she was. That way, if she accidentally shifted after her orgasm, as was typical for her, the poor guy wouldn't freak out. That had only happened once, and, thankfully, the guy had been drunk enough he'd thought it was a hallucination. Still, he'd never gone out with her again, and he looked at her funny every time he saw her. After that, she'd abstained, hoping she'd find another of her kind, but she hadn't.
Then she'd heard about Barkus, Kansas. The town was full of prairie dog shifters. She was a hamster shifter, but she'd heard they welcomed anyone. Well, it was time to find out.
It took very little maneuvering to undo her cage, and she was out. Out the doggie door and off the porch into the grass, Selene made her way across the yard to the neighbors. Thank goodness for people who still line-dried their clothes.
In the dusky dark of sunset, Selene shifted under a tree near the clothesline. If anyone saw her, they'd get an eyeful. When she shifted from her hamster form to her human form, she was butt naked. Grabbing the only item of adult clothing--a flower print cotton dress--she hastily donned it. It wasn't great for bike riding, but it was better than nothing at all.
Selene moved quickly through the yard and back to the street. In such a small town, she'd be easily noticed as a stranger if she were seen, but luckily, the streets practically rolled up after dark. No one was out and about, and most every house had no lights on. If she hurried, she might make it out to the interstate and be heading west before she was noticed.
A few minutes later, she reached the shed where she'd stowed her motorcycle a few months before. Unlocking the door, she let it swing open and gazed on the one thing she owned. She'd won the bike in Las Vegas a few months back and could barely ride it, but it was pretty. And pink. Blazoned proudly on the gas tank were the words "Hot Dawg." What was not to love?
She started up the bike and tried to take off. She popped the clutch a bit too soon, and the thing jumped and died. She tried again. Same result. Selene gritted her teeth. She'd managed to get her learner's license, but that required only a written exam. Actually getting her real license would require a bit more finesse and actual skill.
Giving it one more try, she finally got it going and started down the road, wobbly though she was. Once she was moving, it was easy. She was leaving this little town. On her way out, she didn't look back.
She was too afraid she'd wreck.