Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Christine Presents: Sweet Sexy Sadie

History of the McKenna clan.

The McKenna’s lived in Scotland. How the jaguar shifters arrived there millions of years ago is unknown. Their journey might have originated millions of years BC. The tales lost some facts during their transition. They called the clan, Chattan which means clan of the cats.

The clan grew and prospered in the Scottish highlands. By the time the 19th century rolled around, some of the McKenna’s were growing restless. There were too many people in the highlands. They did not have the land to roam and keep their incredible secret. A jaguar spotted in Scotland was something the people would talk about and find strange. So the McKennas had to be extremely careful when they shifted.

One of the males, Alastair, had not found his mate and he grew more desperate as he aged. In his sleep, he dreamed of the land across the ocean, America. Finally, he decided to travel to the US in hopes of finding his love.

It was 1831 when eight members of the McKenna Clan, once known as the Clan Chattan, emigrated to the United States. Five men and two women settled in Texas then as they found their mates, they branched off into different directions. This particular clan settled in the Sierra Madres. Some of the clan mated with Mexican, Spaniards and some of the Native American Tribes. We ended up here and still we branch off but we are always looking for land to roam.


Sweet Sexy Sadie
McKenna clan series book 2

Chapter One


Brody prowled through the boulders and sparse timber. Heat from the sun warmed the earth. He'd just finished his daily run and was about to shift back to his human form when he caught sight of the sexy lady in short shorts. He lifted his head and sniffed, smelling the wind and finding the heady scent of lemon in the air.

"My God!" The sight of the girl sent shock waves reverberating through him. Tremors swept through his body, his heart lurching then stopping for a split second.

Brody needed to see this lady close up. He'd had dreams about her—he just didn’t know who she was or what she was going to be to him. And he'd never clearly seen her face. He was about to do just that. He'd never thought he would meet the woman he’d been dreaming about. And there she was, standing beside her overheated 1990's mustang.

His heart screamed at him, his senses whirled on overload and every nerve ending felt as if it snapped. Currents of electricity jolted through him in tat-tat-tat machine gun blast. The sensations were even more intense than when he shifted to his jaguar form. He found his clothes then changed into human form, hopping on one foot as he tried to get both feet into his jeans. Then jumped as if that movement would help the zipper.

Wiping sweat from his brow then checking to see if he'd fastened his pants, he sauntered toward the girl who had let her car overheat in the desert. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to say, but he'd figure that out as soon as possible. Nice to meet you seemed boring.

A good pick up line here would be nice. Every rational and coherent thought vanished from his head. Numb and empty he stood behind her and rocked back on his heels. Sweat beaded on his forehead then trickled down the side of his face. He couldn't take his eyes off her cute little butt, which was sticking up in the air as she seemed to study the engine of her car. When she shifted feet and her rear swayed from one side to the other he knew he needed to put his hands there, on her hips and oh so gorgeous curves.


"Uhh..." he began.

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