CW Prince

Is there a double wedding in the future? Damien's mom to Dallas' dad and likewise Damien to Dallas? What hot and steamy tale do you have in store for us this time, Sasha? To be a fly on the wall of that home when it is revealed that Damien and Dallas have become lovers as well as stepbrothers.

A wonderful read. Loved reading and taking the journey with Kurt and watching his struggles and his slow assent into the realization that just because his submits to his mate does not mean he gives up his Alphness. Yes, Alphness, is not a word but it fits in this situation and I think I'll petition to have it added to the dictionary just for this occasion (lol). All the characters were noteworthy in this story. Even those who seemed to have small parts made their presence known in a big way. It was very interesting how you intertwined all the characters around and no matter how little or much of an appearance they had in the story they had an impact and helped guide the story along. The mark of a talented writer! I've enjoyed all your stories that I've had a chance to read and I'll be sure to mark this one as one to revisit in the future for a reread. A story very well done. Thanks, Sasha!

My curiosity is piqued as to what Zef was smelling. Loved what you did with Colton having Wiley riding on his shoulders. I think him and Parker will make excellent parents. Nice to see Buzz sliding into being more comfortable with Jed and being himself. I just keep waiting for the other show to drop and Buzz's brother to show up. That could prove to be quite interesting.

John Stone is mentioned being there but after they get in the hut he sort of disappears. No mention of him at all. Makes you wonder how Curtis and all of them were being held at gun point if John was still outside. Should I assume that maybe he was sent off with Miller's men to scout the area for any runners??

A cliff hanger? Now my week is going to be filled with random thoughts and mind confusing ideas as to what's going to happen next. Here comes more grey hair, lol. Strange that the hunters took Shell and left Curtis. Why would they take 1 werewolf and not the other one? Could they not handle both at the same time? Do they have plans to raise the pup as their own and eventually use the pup to track other werewolves? Was she really taken by hunters or was it a different group? Will they resolve this before Buzz's brother comes looking for him? I know...I've just got to wait.

So Kai is not a true demon but a product of the Prince and Kiorl's rather, shall we say, unique teachings. I don't know if I should be outraged that the Prince and Kiorl would do something like that or if it just adds to the allure of those two, especially Kiorl. That shouldn't surprise you though as I've always had a soft spot and pull towards Kiorl. Should be interesting to see if Jem does change or if he stays exactly as he is currently. I have to wonder though. If Jem does not change and become demon-like, will that leave him open to other demons being able to claim him or will it be enough that Kai has claimed him? Furthermore, can Kai officially claim him seeing that he is not actually a demon himself? PS. If you ever decide to take this story into E-Book format I'd love to know about it as I'd most assuredly buy them

As always with your books I was quite satisfied and enjoyed the read. Excellent story, great plot and well developed characters. I see that you have started on a continuation of the story. Glad that we will get to read more about the Timber Pack. I'm secretly hoping that Jed gets waylaid by some young spunky man that gives him a run for his money and captures his heart. Whatever comes I'm really looking forward to more of this story. Thanks for a great read, Rob.

So that's it? Seth gets away with his attempt to rape Parker? Oh, I'd be having me some Alpha-kabobs roasting over an open fire. And what exactly did he mean when he said that they wouldn't be making an pups? I understand Colton and Parker and maybe Jed but Trey is heterosexual. He'll make pups. Was that a foreshadow of what is to come in the story?

Before Parker could put his two cents in, Shell flopped down onto Parker’s bed, then lifted her hand and stared at it. She looked up at Parker in absolute horror. “Oh my god, boys are so damned nasty!” I laughed so hard at that scene. I love the interaction between Shell and Parker. Its so full of loving barbs, sassy and sarcasm.

Could this lone wolf be a non-born wolf? A wolf that was changed after a bite? That could explain why Colton couldn't distinguish his scent. Why the lone wolf smelled like a shifter but different. I have a feeling this is where things are going to get a tad bit hairy (no pun intended). Colton's father being a, I believe you called him, traditionalist, the steadfast law of not being able to bite a human and then throw into the mix Colton's mate being another male and I have a feeling we are going to see loyalties tested, stretched and maybe broken. Can't wait to see how this all unfolds!

Interesting that Colton advised that he was going to talk to his father and the Alpha when Parker turned 18, legal age, and get the information and okay to 'mate' with Parker but as of yet that still hasn't transpired. Colton better hurry up with that before he really legs the wolf out of the bag. He made a slip in the car when he referenced that the deputy was from his pack. Many more of those slips and Parker is going to start asking questions that Colton may or may not be able to answer. Loving the story so far. Although that shouldn't be a surprise as I have yet to run across a story of yours that I haven't liked or wanted to read over and over again.

Its amazing what the power of touch can do for a person. Especially when that touch is done out of love, concern or just comfort. When the darkness comes it not only debilitates you into pretty much a state of non responsiveness and darkness but it also has a way of making a person feel isolated which is sometimes accompanied with the feeling of shame and obscurity. Almost like the darkness has locked you inside a metaphoric room with no lights on and the door securely locked. No matter how you struggle the darkness just seems to intensify and that door refuses to budge. When someone reaches out and embraces you its like they can 'see' you in that darkness and can breach that closed and locked door. Their touch becomes the light your mind locks onto and the awareness that the door really isn't locked. You can sense and feel them and your body naturally responds and follows that light and helps you find a way out of that darkened, locked and isolated room. Old wives tale- pshhhhhh. It may not be a cure all but as Nanna says, it certainly cannot make anything worse. All humans crave contact with another. I don't care who you are, it is proven fact! I love your concept of Hug therapy and agree that it has great merit.

Isn't it funny how was can be our own worst enemy. We get so wrapped up in someone that before we know what we are doing assumptions become truth that turn out to be little white lies that haunt and torture us until the light of truth comes out. Seems boisterous Issac and Raleigh are just making it past that little stage with a little coaxing and prodding from Chuck and Dylan.

I'm going to miss these guys. Then again I miss all of your characters when the stories come to completion. It's been one hell of a unique, intriguing and spectacular ride. As I have said before, there were times that I felt left out in Right Field as everyone else was heading off for Ice Cream, mostly because I missed a small snippet or clue, but I think that was half the fun. Reading, rereading and trying to second guess where you were going to take the story. My thoughts heading off in one direction only to get whiplash as you sent the characters and story off soaring in a total different spin. (BTW...I'll send ya the ER bill for the whiplash, lol) Another amazing feat in story telling, Nephylim. Thank-You!

I know I'm late in reading this seeing that I have already read your story Crosscurrent but I felt compelled to at least comment on this entry. I can relate to part but not the whole of your thoughts as my life experience is just that, my own. Let me explain further, please. I can relate to labels in general. The misuse of them. Societies need to force them upon individuals so that they fit, nice and neat, into pigeon holes so they can understand, criticize, condemn or accept them. Why?? I suppose that is the ultimate question now, isn't it. People shy away from, condemn or just plain ostracize that to which they cannot label or understand. Its bullshit (pardon my language) in my book. A persons life is not for anyone else to understand. Its personal and self contained and others should not reject, compartmentalize or force a label on anyone else. Acceptance would be nice. Don't understand it? Well then maybe you aren't meant to and you should exercise some acceptance and just live and let live. Its nice to have people to talk to about what we may not understand ourselves and for those individuals to have answers, point us in the right direction or just listen. Sometimes all a person needs is a sounding board. Instead what we find in society is judgment, critics and self appointed know-it-alls. What ever happened to go old fashioned unconditional friendship and acceptance? What you have pointed out is a bit dear to my heart for several reasons. Some are a bit too personal to divulge here for all to read. (Maybe I should be as brave as you and write it out in a story. Just not so sure I can be that brave. I commend you for your bravery!) I will say that the forced label of "gay", "bi" or "straight" is a gross injustice to an individual. In my life I have learned that Love is simply that....LOVE. It is blind to gender, race, nationality, religion and all other things. We ourselves and society as a whole can the worst of enemies when it comes to love. We can get so caught up in social status and those forced labels that we can make our own problems and cause a rift to form in our relationships. We can let society force its way in and reek havoc on our relationships by simply allowing society to make us feel as if we must fit within a certain label and if we are not of that same label then a relationship is most certainly out of the question cause it cannot be properly labeled within society. Again to that I say Bullshit! I failed someone that I dearly loved because I wasn't strong enough to go crosscurrent and stand up against the forced labels of society. I crumbled and failed him in that I allowed society to force me to label what we had between us and try to make it fit inside one of their pigeonholes. I couldn't accept his explanation of what we had between us. I couldn't just accept for the sake of acceptance and enjoy the love we shared. I had to or so I allowed society to make me believe I needed to label it, compartmentalize and explain it so they all could understand it. Ultimately I lost more then I could, at the time, understand or fathom because of my weakness and when the dust all settled the society for which I was trying so hard to fit within, explain it to and in a sense justify it to was the very prison to which I condemned myself to be chained and tortured within its very walls. He was not there to comfort nor listen to me and the society for which I looked to for acceptance of my relationship really didn't matter, comfort me nor congratulate me for my effort. Misery loves company. It was at that point that I decided that if society wanted me to join them in their misery and force me to loose out on love cause they couldn't label nor understand it then I didn't need to be a part of that society. I would walk my own path. Skirting along the outside of it and only interacting with it when the necessity arose. I didn't ostracize myself. I simply removed societies need to label everything, force explanations and decided to exercise as much acceptance as I could towards other people and myself. I'll stop rambling now as I think I've made my point, lol. I just wanted to let you know that I may not have ever been in your shoes exactly or in the situation you found yourself within but I do understand as much as my experience will allow me.

Cruel to be kind.... What can I do but chuckle and laugh at these two. They leave me speechless, shaking my head and then hours later I find myself laughing while others are wondering if I have lost my ever loving pea-pickin mind. Got to love it and I do!

I'm leaving an overall story review as I read this story on another site. Enjoyed it and think it could make an interesting series, if you decide to take it in that direction. Thanks for sharing!

Too short, lol. I know each one has to have an ending but it doesn't stop me from wanting more. I've loved each one so far and really looking forward to more stories involving these Demons. Still holding out hope for Kiorl tho. Interested in seeing who it is that you pair him up with in his story. Wrestler, Sailor, Martial Artist, Surfer or Prostitute...should be interesting.

I don't want to corrupt you or anything but I have to say that you are brilliant at these kind of stories. I love it! Glad you haven't put these characters to rest yet.

I'm glad you took the time to deviate and write this little piece. I was rolling with laughter. It also brought back some fond memories of early Saturday morning cartoons. ya know, back when cartoons where cartoons. I'm sure I'll be thinking about this little 'letter' for several days and everyone around me will be wondering why I am smiling and chuckling to myself. Thanks!

I'm going to miss these guys. They are so much fun to read about. I can only imagine how much more fun it was to write about them. They are like the comic relief; the antithesis of a Nun's class on manners, morals and proper verbal communications. I LOVE it!!! I can almost picture these guys as old men shacked up within an assisted living home. They'd be the ones making lude, suggestive and highly entertaining comments. I would imagine they'd also be the ones chasing all the cute male assistants and asking them for multiple sponge baths a day, lol. Never disappointing, Thorn. Thanks!

You've been working on too many colorful adjective type stories, haven't yet? LOL No worries since they've been quite entertaining and a welcome reprieve from the daily humdrum. Again, I did not see this twist coming. I've met a few skinheads in my day. Used to hangout, in a group, with them and an assortment of others. Surprisingly they were quite accepting and tolerant- a break from the norm it seems. Glad Mark is okay. Battered, bruised and a little rough but okay. I think that Ben should take Mark's advise, listen to it but still take a few days off to be with him. Might piss him off that Ben didn't heed his words but I think in the long run that Mark will appreciate the time and devotion Ben will have shown to him. I can't wait to see him and Ben at a Premier together. Publicly holding hands. No better way to get back at those who try to beat you down then to show them that you are still standing tall, proud and that they cannot beat you down! You don't have to do anything to them personally. You just have to continue to be yourself and let Karma, which is a beotch, take its course. So how is this going to end; with a happily ever after, Mark becoming a musical star overnight and their careers pulling them in 2 separate ways, a tragic tale where they are both shot when they make their Premier appearance, or will one be kidnapped, held for ransom and killed before the others eyes? (No judging with my morbid wonderings, lol. You should know that I can be a tad bit morbid sometimes from previous comments that I have made ) Will be interesting to see what you come up with for an ending.

Cold Shower!!! That is what I need right now, lol. Man did the temperature go up about 50 degrees? I'll leave a more detailed comment next go around when I can order my thoughts and my mind isn't careening down the gutter. I'm going to have to say 100 Hail Mary's and do penance for 2 lifetimes after this chapter and I'm not even Catholic. (I mean no disrespect to anyone's religion).

If I can ever stop laughing at the depravity and colorful adjectives used in the story I might be able to write a somewhat intellectual response. Ah, hell...who am I kidding? Intellectual, after reading that??? I'll be laughing for days thinking about this story. The 2nd part was just as great as the first part. There may be a line or two that I borrow or at least a word or three from a line. They're just too great not to use here and there. I lost it when I read "Why the fuck should I give two shits about anything that psychotic fucking blood soaked cuntrag of a cockarse does or doesn’t do beyond his fucking job at this paper" It has to be one of the greatest line in this part. Thanks for a nice change of pace, a great laugh and a few useful phrases I can use in bantering with my best friend, lol.

Can't see the forest for the trees can ya Dylan? lol. We can be so focused on the small things that we miss the big picture. Wise up Dylan. Love is not about finding that perfect someone (the one we have created in our own mind) but finding an imperfect someone that can love us perfectly!