Duck Fart

By Jade Buchanan

Wolf Creek 2: Duck Fart - Keith Malone is incredibly content. He loves coming around Wolf Creek... great food, great company, and a decent place to rest his soul when he needs it. Plus, it doesn't hurt that his cousins let him dust off his carpenter skills with the odd job here and there.

Bailey Mitchell is incredibly nervous. He's come all this way to Campbell River, following up on a chance encounter that happened months earlier, and now he doesn't know what to do. One glance and it's obvious Adam's already taken. What's a lonely Siamese shifter to do?

Drake McKale is incredibly grouchy. He's sick and tired of every shifter he's run across making fun of him. Hey, duck's have feelings too! So what if he's smaller than everyone else? Spoiling for a fight he can actually win, he decides to pick on the shy, little kitty in the corner. Only, Drake never reckoned the diminutive cat would proposition him. Or that the big human in the corner would want in on the action.

One part burly human, one part shy Siamese shifter and one part twinky (and kinky) duck shifter... layer together and enjoy!

**This novella has been previously published. It has been extensively revised.**

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Jade Buchanan is a multi-published erotic romance author with over thirty stories published. For more information, or to see what kind of hijinks Jade is up to, check out her website.

REVIEWS FOR DUCK FART:

“Duck Fart is a hysterically pleasing, sensually charged erotic romance.” – Kimberley Spinney, Sensual Reads

"The talented Jade Buchanan delivers yet another laugh out loud funny and very sensual story." – Rosemary, Joyfully Reviewed

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jade Buchanan
• Release date: May 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9780987842961

Jade Buchanan

Jade’s writing is as eclectic as her reading tastes, with over thirty erotic romance tales currently published. She’s also been known to accept writing challenges from friends and family just to see their reactions. She’s a firm believer that love and romance are universal concepts, no matter a person’s gender identity or sexual orientation. Originally from Northern Ontario, Jade has lived in British Columbia and the Sultanate of Oman in the Middle East. Jade currently lives in Calgary, Alberta, where she’s hard at work on her next story.Jade loves to hear from readers! Visit her at http://www.jadebuchananbooks.com

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WOLF CREEK 2: DUCK FART

Keith Malone is incredibly content. He loves coming around Wolf Creek… great food, great company, and a decent place to rest his soul when he needs it. Plus, it doesn't hurt that his cousins let him dust off his carpenter skills with the odd job here and there.

Bailey Mitchell is incredibly nervous. He's come all this way to Campbell River, following up on a chance encounter that happened months earlier, and now he doesn't know what to do. One glance and it's obvious Adam's already taken. What's a lonely Siamese shifter to do?

Drake McKale is incredibly grouchy. He's sick and tired of every shifter he's run across making fun of him. Hey, duck's have feelings too! So what if he's smaller than everyone else? Spoiling for a fight he can actually win, he decides to pick on the shy, little kitty in the corner. Only, Drake never reckoned the diminutive cat would proposition him. Or that the big human in the corner would want in on the action.

One part burly human, one part shy Siamese shifter and one part twinky (and kinky) duck shifter… layer together and enjoy!

PRAISE FOR JADE BUCHANAN

Duck Fart is a hysterically pleasing, sensually charged erotic romance. – Kimberley Spinney, Sensual Reads

The talented Jade Buchanan delivers yet another laugh out loud funny and very sensual story. – Rosemary, Joyfully Reviewed

Ms. Buchanan is a talented writer with the ability to make even the seemingly impossible into the believable. – Susan W., The Romance Studio

Jade Buchanan is a natural at creating believable characters and stories that reach out to the reader. – Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs

The sexual tension and the sexual culminations were so hot I was wiping the fog off my ebook reader’s screen. – Hayley, Fallen Angel Reviews

Wolf Creek 2: Duck Fart

by

Jade Buchanan

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 Jade Buchanan

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter One

Oh, baby, you like that? Huh? Do ya, big boy? You make me so hot. Yeah, baby--

Okay, that’s not working for me. Try it again.

Bailey looked around, making sure he was still alone in the parking lot outside Wolf Creek Bar and Grill. Though he was in a parked car with the windows rolled up, he knew how sensitive supernatural hearing was. He didn’t care to be interrupted right now. He’d probably die of embarrassment if someone overheard them.

He cleared his throat. Oh, baby, you like that? Do you like--

I can tell you aren’t into it.

Man, Sally. Of course I’m not into it. This is embarrassing!

His childhood friend laughed, a huge guffaw that nearly burst his eardrum. He held the phone away from him.

You need to practice if you expect to win Adam. The boy’s been there for how long now? You think he’s still innocent? I hear those hippies out in BC move fast. You need something to compel him.

Bailey shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand. I’m pretty sure my ability to dirty talk is not going to score any points. Besides, you’re forgetting that I still need to get close enough to him in order to actually do the talking dirty part. I can’t just open with that. I’m sure I sound stupid. Are you sure that’s what he’ll like? Why am I asking you anyway? It’s not like you’ve ever been with a guy.

Yeah, but I’ve seen way more porn than you have, buddy, and I’m positive that’s how they sound.

Wait, you’re going off of porn? he whispered, scandalized.

Suddenly, Bailey straightened in his seat, swinging his head to the left. Were those headlights turning in here? Oh my God, they were. He covered the mouthpiece of the phone, whispering behind his hand. I have to go, Sal. Someone’s coming.

What? she screamed.

Jesus, Sal. Keep it down. I’ll talk to you later.

He snapped his cell shut, stuffing it into his jacket pocket. Straightening his jacket, he peered anxiously at the big truck that pulled in two spots away from him. The man who stepped out of the truck just about had Bailey swallowing his tongue. Jeez, he had to be a bear shifter. The man was simply massive. Tall, and muscled under the stretched white tee and scuffed blue jeans.

Work boots covered his feet. Bailey considered them, wondering what size shoe the bear had to wear. He shuffled his own size eights clad in sensible loafers. He wouldn’t match up with him, even with his preternatural speed. Cats just didn’t stack up among the supernatural elite that gathered here. It was the one thing Sally had coached him on over and over. Well, before she started in on the whole dirty talk thing.

He knew he was about to walk into a wolf’s den in there. Literally, actually. He knew the Black family, who ran Wolf Creek, were wolf shifters.

It just about had Bailey sweating in his dress shirt and pressed jeans. Maybe he should take the jacket off. But, if he did that, then he’d probably look like a dork in the sweater vest he’d pulled on by accident. Well, okay, it wasn’t by accident, but he hadn’t been thinking and he’d just pulled on the first thing his fingers touched. It wasn’t like he had anything else in his closet. Maybe he should have gone shopping. Should he have gone shopping?

Taking a deep breath, trying not to hyperventilate before he even entered the place, Bailey repeated Sally’s mantra to himself, straightening his shoulders. You’ll be fine. He’ll love you. This will all be worth it.

Right, he’d be fine. Never mind that he’d just travelled halfway across the country chasing after a guy he’d had a crush on for the longest time. Never mind that all he and Adam had done before Adam had left was kiss. Never mind the fact that the kiss was responsible for Adam having to leave after they were caught by Adam’s dad. Jeez, he was about to start hyperventilating again.

What if Adam didn’t want him? What was he supposed to do? Everyone knew he’d come out here after Adam. Sally didn’t exactly have the quietest voice and they had been sitting in a restaurant when he confided his plan to her.

Bailey shook his head again, determined. It was now or never. He knew that Adam had taken a job working at Wolf Creek, Sally had been able to get that much information out of Adam’s sister, Amanda. All he had to do was walk inside, order a drink, smile at Adam and voila, it would all work itself out.

Stepping outside the rental car, Bailey decided to ditch the jacket. He looked like a dork, there was no hiding it, but at least he wouldn’t start sweating. Remembering his phone, he crawled back into the car after the coat, fishing in the pocket and grabbing it. Great, now where was he supposed to put this? He squeezed it into his front pocket, hoping he wouldn't crush it if he had to sit down or anything. Locking his door, Bailey started for the main entrance to the bar.

He’d heard the rumors long before coming this way, so he at least part-ways knew what to expect. It was supposed to be a bar where supernatural creatures could mingle out in the open, the humans around them none the wiser because of all the paranormal tales. They just assumed that anyone claiming to be a werewolf was joking, or part of some weird group that liked to play around on weekends. They had no idea that the creatures were real and that they were dangerous enough to the people around them.

Humans had forgotten to be wary. Give them a little bit of technology and they forgot all the reasons superstitions and myths were present in the first place. Bailey should know, he studied them often enough. In his spare time, of course. It wouldn’t do for one of the Mitchell men to actually pursue a degree in anything so feminine as anthropology. Feminine in his father’s eyes, of course.

Bailey knew darned well how hard it was and he had the greatest respect for anyone who chose it as a career. Any of the social sciences, really. You had to be real dedicated to choose something like that and try and make a career out of it. Most of his friends that had gone that route had ended up doing something different when they graduated because they couldn't find jobs in their chosen fields. Which had just been another nail in the coffin as far has his father had been concerned.

No, the men in his family were expected to pursue more stable things… science, engineering. Proven job market, respectable field. All the things Bailey hated. His first few years at the University of Lethbridge were brutal. Math science majors weren’t exactly babe magnets. Or male magnets, as Bailey would rather be. Of course, couldn’t tell his father that either. Siamese were expected to breed and breed often.

He shuddered, hating the thought.

Bailey was more and more grateful that he’d spent so much time hanging out with Adam and his sisters. Heck, he wished he was a tabby, then he wouldn’t have to put up with all the pressure from his father. He'd been told often enough that he didn't fit in with the rest of the family. His father liked to sneer that insult frequently.

All right, enough stalling, Bailey. Just open the door already.

He could hear the sounds coming from the bar. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go in there. Not like he had a choice, though.

Squaring his shoulders, he pushed open the front door, and was nearly assaulted by the sounds that hit his sensitive ears. He’d expected it to be busy, but he hadn’t expected it to be quite like this. Sally had told him that bars were often crowded on Saturday nights but this was ridiculous. There was a crush of people right in front of him, nearly blocking his view of the bar itself. It was decorated in some kind of Irish pub theme. Dark wood, leather and ale-themed wooden plaques vied for attention with the big-screen TV’s strewn around the place. There was no sound coming from them though, not that anyone would be able to hear it over the shouted conversations taking place.

How did Adam stand this every night? His ears must be bleeding about now. That was it, Bailey had to take Adam away from here. He was probably just dying for an excuse to leave anyway. Bailey could sweep in and rescue him.

Suppressing the urge to hiss, he gingerly sidestepped a thin man standing by the entrance. Swinging his head from left to right, he tried to figure out the best place to stand and wait for Adam. Probably over by the bar. Now, how exactly was he supposed to get over there?

Within minutes, he had perfectly executed a meandering path to the bar, thanking his shifter genes for making it through the thick crowd. Could they possibly cram anymore people in here? Weren’t there