ONCE WAS LOST by Zenobia Renquist

Last Chance, Alaska. State Park, Wildlife preserve, small town. Population: 1479 humans. And there's the rest of us. Some of us were born here. Some came by choice. Some had nowhere left to run.


Town hall, three bars, a clinic, and a rooming house. Great place to go if you're on the run. No roads in or out. Cars come in by ferry from Juneau -- two hour ride. Summer sun rules day and night. By September the sun sets at 6 pm. Three or four hours of sunlight.


ONCE WAS LOST by Zenobia Renquist


The man of Lorna's dreams has suddenly become a reality.


Her grandfather's dying wish for her to fulfill an old debt brought her out to Last Chance, Alaska. Lorna never thought she would meet the man who used to inhabit her dreams. He should be a figment of her imagination, an imaginary friend she'd long since outgrown. After feeling the way he makes her body come alive, she's glad no one ever told him that.


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Foxy: Once Was Lost
Zenobia Renquist
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Copyright ©2012 Zenobia Renquist


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Voss watched the woman struggling through the snow and shook his head. She shouldn't have traveled so far from civilization without a snowmobile or a guide. The cold had a way of sneaking up on people who weren't used to or prepared for it. With thick padding, she looked prepared enough, but the stiff way she moved indicated she wasn't used to cold.


He kept pace with her, though she didn't see him. She was too focused on walking, plus his white coat helped him blend with his surroundings. The woman made him curious. She had his medallion, and he wanted to know why, though not enough to make himself known.


Not yet.


When she got closer to the resort and other people, he planned to change to his human form and help her. His presence wouldn't seem strange then. He would be a passerby who'd noticed her plight and decided to help. Besides, there wasn't much he could do for her out in the middle of nowhere. She needed heat.


She faltered and then pitched face first into the snow. Voss waited. He inched forward. One step. Two steps. She wasn't moving. Not a good sign.


He rushed forward and pushed at her shoulder with his nose. She didn't budge. Definitely not a good sign. A change of plans was in order.


He shifted to human, clothed in jeans and waist-length winter coat that zipped up to his nose. The shifter ability to materialize clothing when they changed from animal to human came in handy at times like this. No awkward nudity to explain away. With a little concentration, he produced a large fur cloak, as well. After wrapping the woman in it, he slung her over his shoulder and started jogging back to the resort. "You better appreciate this, missy," he grumbled.


His burden remained silent. He ran faster. Once he neared the resort, he paused long enough to find the woman's room key. The plastic card didn't have anything on it except the hotel's logo. He hated modern technology. In the old days, resorts and hotels had used keys attached to tags that stated the room number.


"Have to do this the old fashioned way." He inhaled deep, catching the woman's soft scent of coconuts on the wind. He followed the scent straight to her room where he laid her on the bed so he could get her clothing off.


He got no further than removing her jacket before he stopped and stood back, regarding her face. "Well now. Isn't this a pleasant surprise? Very interesting."


The black beauty lying unconscious before him was a familiar face. One he'd thought never to see again. He knew her eyes, when she opened them, would be a soft amber color that shone with flecks of gold when she was happy and when she was excited.


Memories of her excitement and its effect on him haunted his dreams. He hurried and removed the rest of her clothing. She hadn't changed. Breasts that filled his hands and made him want to suck them at every moment. Full hips he knew made the perfect handles to hold his lover steady for his intrusion. An ass he just wanted to bite or smack depending on his mood.


The direction of his thoughts had him hard and heavy, wanting to bury his dick deep and wake her up to his passion. He wouldn't. He couldn't. But it was very tempting.


He pushed an errant strand of straightened black hair from her forehead before he ran a single finger down her cheek. He indulged a smirk. "Very, very interesting."


The chill of her skin got him back on task. He removed the rest of her clothing, put her beneath the covers, and then got in the bed beside her. With a thought, his clothes disappeared. He pulled the woman close, holding her against his chest.


"Do me a favor and don't scream when you wake up," he said in a low voice, not expecting a response but needing to say the words.


It would be a while before she woke up. He shifted a little, getting comfortable so he could catch a nap until his little burden regained consciousness. Human bodies were too awkward, especially when they were aroused. In his fox form, he could curl up and be asleep in no time. This woman's explanation better make his stint in this form worth it.


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