Meet Hawke of Hawk's Honor, 3rd book in the Legend of the Spirit series

LEGEND OF THE SPIRIT SERIES

Corporal Jamie Hawke: 

Native American Chippewa from Michigan

Hawk shifter

 His nature makes him observant, cunning, and decisive, with a mind that can plot strategy and a heart that makes him very protective of those he cares for.

A marine in a Special Ops Unit aka the Spirit Walkers, is made up primarily of Native American shifters. Cpl. Hawke is well liked and respected by his comrades. He teaches others to be observant and to pay attention to what is often overlooked. He is known to find the positive in every situation which he often uses to maintain the mood of his unit and push them to give 200%. 

His bright outlook fades when he is critically wounded helping his team accomplish their last assignment on tour. Shot while in hawk form, bullets sliced through the muscles of his back and shoulder, putting him on a long road to recovery.

 Deeply but very secretly, in love with his female commanding officer, St. Sgt. Andrea “Andy” Nelson. Knowing she's is mate, he hides his affection well. Acting on his feelings would go against not only military policy but also his own personal beliefs. He doesn't have relations with other women because of his principles, keeping his heart (and body) pure for his mate. He maintains a deep sense of honor for her, his teammates and his country. To him…honor is everything.

Photo: Dyami Thomas

 His avoidance of relationships with women gives him a sense of innocence despite being war torn veteran. His eyes are dark and sharp; face is angular like a warrior.  His stature is not large and dominating but rather average with a hard body, giving him the ability to move silently and shift to a hawk at will in less than a blink of an eye. He strives to overcome the pain when he shifts from man to bird, but he's grateful he can still fly.  

He spends time recovering with a fellow marine wounded in the same battle. As they prepare for their final physical to qualify for the next tour, Jamie's drive falters and his outlook on honor changes. His wolf-shifting buddy suggests an online dating service, 1 Night Stand, to get him out of a funk. Hawke won’t do it, he still pines for his commander and his honor to her. However, his friend is really good at convincing people to do things. 

Get ready for his story in HAWK'S HONOR ... my current work in progress.

Special Thanks goes to Dyami Thomas, who named the hero in the book, Eagle Dance, and has been my Native American consultant for the characters of the Legend of the Spirit series since 2014. His inspiration has helped publishers include more Native American models for book covers. Please follow this wonderful young man if you seek inspiration, joy and truth along this journey we call life.

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Sensual Saturday - Shower Scene from Eagle Dance

In today’s hectic life with busy schedules, it’s hard to find time for each other. Grab the moments when you can. Add a little romance to your life by taking a sensual shower with your honey. (I suggest finding a shower gel or soap you both enjoy and saving it for such an occasion.)

Please enjoy this shower scene from Eagle Dance.

“Damn!” His jaw dropped. She stood gloriously naked, water dripping from her hair into her face. Blonde strands plastered the skin of her shoulders above high breasts. The areolas were like large cherries begging to be plucked, and he had every intention of exploring each inch of her toned belly to the neatly trimmed fair hair at the junction of her thighs. He wanted her long, lean legs wrapped around his waist while she rode him into tomorrow. Blood drained from his brain and rushed to his cock again, and the need to taste and touch her everywhere forced his feet to move.

“Holy shit.” Her eyes grew wide as she gawked at his naked body. Stepping back, she let him slide under the water.

“Is something wrong?” Pleased with his effect on her, he smirked and placed his hands on his hips.

“I wondered what you looked like under all those clothes, but didn’t expect perfection. Wowza.”

He kept his body in peak physical form and secretly coveted her admiration. Moving her soapy hands over his body, she used the slipperiness to her advantage, setting him on fire. He reached out to pull her close for a kiss, but she moved back to skim over his shoulders, massage his neck then up and down his arms. She splayed her long fingers on his chest and across his abs and ribcage.

Even in the military, he’d never been so thoroughly inspected. His beauty knelt and massaged his thighs and calves. She soaped along his hips then cupped his balls and palmed his hard cock. Intense bliss suffused all parts of his body, especially the one in her grasp. Glancing down, he admired the scattering of freckles over her creamy skin. He almost fell out of the tub at the sight of the smooth curve of her backside. Amanda must have noticed her effect on him because she giggled softly. Continuing to stroke and pet him while she rose, she licked water off his belly and chest.

“You are too good to be real. You can’t be human.”With tiny kisses, she sucked droplets off his chin.

“I am.” Tempted to say more, he only chuckled. “Mostly.”

“I could have wild monkey sex with you all night.” she whispered against his lips and continued to stroke his cock.

“Ikwe, that can be arranged, but I’d like to slow things down.” Closing his eyes, he focused on her touch.

Whew!!! That was hawt!!! I need a cold shower! 

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#SneakPeekSunday – Crow Magic

Enjoy six paragraphs from Crow Magic.

Hearing her name, she focused on him. He had removed his shirt, his bare chest shining with sweat while his arms commanded the night. As every muscle rippled, he emitted supernatural power, sending erotic shivers through her. With a quick bow, he began an ancient dance, moving in a series of mystical twists and turns. Through the graceful movements, he became god-like in the candlelight. Not able to take her eyes off the shaman dance, she caught sight of a large tattoo of black wings covering most of his back with the wing tips hidden under the edge of his pants.

The flames continued to stroke her without pain. Tongues of pleasure lapped her skin. She closed her eyes, the vision of black feathers embracing her returned. Was it her crow spirit or his? Power coursed through her veins and the inferno absorbed fear and apprehension. The face of a crow appeared and whispered her name. A violent renewal of forgotten vigor and confidence emerged. Inhibitions developed into sexual recognition. Fiery fingers caressed her torso and cupped her breasts. Her back arched in pleasure.

“May the flame continue to burn and always remind Lucy of her power as a woman.”

His voice drew her attention. She managed to open her eyes. Firelight painted his rigid muscles in gold and bronze. A lean warrior stood his ground, calling upon the elements to do his bidding. Silken wings emerged from his back and flexed behind him and in one fluid motion he unlocked his grasp and with his palms turned, plunged his arms downward.

“So be it!” His voice roared with the blare of many voices.

He held her gaze. The flames extinguished and electricity shot through her in a sudden piercing pain, followed by a wave of emotional warmth and comfort. The fire destroyed the demons of her past. Never again would she be harmed by a man or her fear. She commanded her own sensuality. Love poured from her inner core and encompassed her.

The hero in this story is a Native American Crow Shifter. 

If you had an animal spirit which would it be?