Entangled Interaction
Read Entangled Interaction Online
Authors: Cheyenne Meadows
Tags: #paranormal crime comedy erotic romance
A Silver Publishing Book
Entangled Interaction
Copyright © 2013 by Cheyenne Meadows
E-book ISBN: 9781622320523
First E-book Publication: September 2013
Cover design by Reese Dante
Editor: Jason Huffman
Logo copyright © 2012 by Silver Publishing
Licensed material is being used for illustrative purposes only. Any person depicted in the licensed material is a model.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED:
This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. This book cannot be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred from your computer to another through upload to a file sharing peer to peer program, for free or for a fee, or as a prize in any contest. Such action is illegal and in violation of the U.S. Copyright Law. Distribution of this e-book, in whole or in part, online, offline, in print or in any way or any other method currently known or yet to be invented, is forbidden.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
If you see "free shares" offered or cut-rate sales of this title on pirate sites, you can report the offending entry to [email protected].
This book is written in US English.
PUBLISHER
www.SPSilverPublishing.com
Note from the Publisher
Dear Reader,
Thank you for your purchase of this title. The authors and staff of Silver Publishing hope you enjoy this read and that we will have a long and happy association together.
Please remember that the only money authors make from writing comes from the sales of their books. If you like their work, spread the word and tell others about the books, but please refrain from sharing this book in any form. Authors depend on sales and sales only to support their families.
If you see "free shares" offered or cut-rate sales of this title on pirate sites, you can report the offending entry to [email protected].
Thank you for not pirating our titles.
Lodewyk Deysel
Publisher
Silver Publishing
http://www.spsilverpublishing.com
Dedication
For Tiffany who nudged me into writing, gave me confidence, advice, and has been a terrific friend and cheerleader. I owe much of this series to you.
For Pitor and Paxa. Thank you both for making my life shine, my storyline better, and for the continual support. I also owe much of this series to you.
For Edward. A great friend and critique partner. Thank you for all the advice, encouragement, and suggestions, not to mention all the manuscripts you've taken time to read and edit for me. You're an angel.
For those at LOS fan fiction site where I began my writing journey. Thank you for reading my storyline, for your positive comments, and gentle pushes to write professionally. Without all the friends and positive experiences there, I would never have made it this far.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Aqua Velva
: Combe Incorporated
Bambi
: Disney Enterprises, Inc.
Beano
: Prism CH Holdings Inc.
Buffy
: Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation
Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck
: Time Warner Entertainment Company, L.P. American Television and Communications Corporation
Charmin
: The Proctor & Gamble Company
Dr. Oz
: Oz Property Holdings, LLC
Dr. Phil
: Peteski Productions, Inc.
Energizer Bunny
: Eveready Battery Company, Inc.
Final Jeopardy
!
/ Jeopardy
!: Jeopardy Productions, Inc. dba Merv Griffin Enterprises
Fortune 500
: Time Inc.
Google
: Google Inc.
Hello Kitty
: Sanrio Company, Ltd.
Hershey's kisses
: Hershey Chocolate & Confectionery Corporation
Jerry Springer
: Universal TV LLC
Playboy
: Playboy Enterprises International Inc.
Popsicle
: Unilever United States
Red Cross
: The American National Red Cross
Shrek
: DreamWorks Animation LLC
Superman
: DC Comics E.C. Publications, Inc.
Taser
: TASER International, Inc.
Twilight Zone
: CBS Broadcasting Inc.
Twinkies
: Hostess Brands, Inc.
Wild Kingdom
: Mutual of Omaha Insurance Company
Wizard of Oz / Lollipop Guild
: Turner Entertainment Co.
Wonder Woman
: DC Comics E.C. Publications, Inc. / Warner Communications Inc.
Chapter 1
I stood up, arching my back to stretch out stiff muscles. Weeding the garden and flower beds might not be considered exercise, but obviously no one mentioned that to my protesting body. The unusually warm early spring day cajoled even the most homebound person out into the bright warm sunshine.
"What's that on your legs?" Bas asked from the nearby front porch. He'd slept in that morning after coming in quite late from another assignment. Yet his short black hair fell perfectly into place, and his snug fitting T-shirt and jeans outlined his impressive body without a single wrinkle or speck of lint.
Bas carried black panther genetics and worked for the same company as I did. The Peace Protection Division. While I held a gopher position, otherwise known as an executive assistant, Bas worked in the special ops area of the Enforcers. We'd run into one another a few times and clicked as friends. After a particularly violent skirmish, he showed up wounded at my house. I cared for him and fed him. Like a true stray cat, he stayed. Bas adopted me. Or, more accurately, we adopted each other. Though late to the role, he embraced big brotherhood with enthusiasm and dedication, playing the part of protector, advisor, and instigator to the max.
Looking down, I stared at the said extremities, searching frantically for anything crawly and icky. My faded pink cloth shorts covered everything from mid-thigh up. Bare skin existed from that point to my matching pink socks and shoes.
Not finding anything, I turned my attention back to him. "Huh? I don't see anything." Bending over, I did another quick appraisal, just in case.
He shook his head and pointed. "Is that hair?"
I scrunched my face into a frown and glanced back at him. "Yeah, so? You have hair on your legs too. It's natural. It's a mammal thing, you know."
A couple of long strides later, he navigated the front porch steps to stand at the edge of the flowerbed I currently stood in.
His brow arched, his arms crossed over his chest before he asked, "Defense mechanism against men?"
I blinked. "What? No. I'm not trying to scare men away by having hairy legs. Jeez."
"Then why haven't you shaved?"
I shrugged.
Who knew a couple of weeks without using a razor would stir up such issues
. "I've been busy. Besides, it's not like anyone is going to see them." His mouth opened, but I talked over him. "Don't worry. Before I dare wear shorts in public, I'll shave. I'm not entirely a slob."
"When will that be?"
"I don't know. When we run out of food or cleaning items, I guess."
"No. That's not what I meant." He shifted his weight, those dark eyes piercing into mine. "I meant, when are you going to get back to trying to curry men's attention and actually date one?"
I had managed to deflect this conversation for the past couple of weeks. Now, the obstinate brother had me trapped and appeared determined to grill me about hairy legs and lack of a man in my life. Just what I wanted to deal with… not.
I bent back over, wrapping my fingers around a henbit weed, and began to tug it out of the ground.
Maybe if I ignored the overgrown housecat…
"Shyanne." The name rumbled in warning from his chest, sending the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention.
"Overbearing mule," I muttered under my breath.
"I heard that."
"I meant for you to." With a sigh, I stood up again, deciding avoiding this conversation fell into the impossible category. "Look. I'm not sure what I want or where I stand with Meat."
"Call him."
"I tried." Goodness knows I'd tried. Initially, I stared at the phone, then would punch in part of his number before hanging up. After forty-eight hours, I gathered enough courage up to dial his cell number; each time it rolled over to phone voice mail. I left three messages over a two day period of time. That was just over seven days ago, and I still hadn't heard from him.
Bas uncrossed his arms, his gaze flicked across the front yard before settling back on me. "It's time you move on. I believe the saying goes 'there are other fish in the sea.'" He spoke quietly and gently, yet the message came across like a bulldozer.
"Yeah, well. Easier said than done." I turned to gingerly step over emerging tulips and day lilies to the next section of weeds. I went about my task, hoping my silence would drive my meddlesome brother away. Unfortunately, luck had abandoned me long ago.