The heroes of Bonnie Vanak’s Egyptian books stood outside their creator’s house. Jabari of The Falcon & the Dove gave the door a blank look.
“What’s wrong?” asked Graham of The Panther & the Pyramid.
“I do not know what to do,” Jabari admitted. “I live in a tent.”
Kenneth of The Cobra & the Concubine rolled his eyes. “You knock, you bloody fool.”
“Do not call my father a bloody fool,” warned Tarik of The Sword & the Sheath. “You once lived in a tent.”
“Do you think we should formally announce ourselves?” asked Ramses of The Tiger & the Tomb. “After all, she is not writing and may not want to see us.”
The men exchanged glances. “You’re right,” said Thomas of The Scorpion & the Seducer. “We should just walk in and surprise her.”
They went inside, walked down a hallway and entered a bedroom. Bonnie was sorting through laundry. Shock dawned in her eyes. “Not you guys again!”
“We came here to recharge your creativity,” Thomas explained. “You haven’t written since my story was finished. I’m not published until next May, so you have time to write your next Egyptian historical.”
Bonnie laughed. “What time? Come with me. I have been writing.”
She led them to another room. Bonnie opened the door. “Go ahead, look. But watch out. They bite.”
The six romance heroes stepped into the small office. Bonnie pressed a button on the computer. Suddenly two tall, handsome men materialized. They were muscled and looked menacing. They shapeshifted into two sleek wolves.
“You’ve been unfaithful,” Tarik protested as Nicolas and Damian growled at him. “Werewolves? Whatever happened to Egyptian warriors and English noblemen?”
“You guys are for my Dorchester historicals. Nicolas and Damian are for my paranormals for Silhouette’s Nocturne line. The Empath, Nicolas’ book, is out in December. Look, please leave. I need to concentrate on Damian and his internal conflict.”
“A werewolf with internal conflict? Ridiculous,” Thomas declared.
Nicolas and Damian shapeshifted back into human form. “Show respect for my pack leader,” Nicolas warned.
“Bonnie put me in a fierce mating heat and hasn’t allowed me to have sex yet in order to build the sexual tension. Fighting you would relieve some of my frustration.” Damian growled at them.
The six historical romance heroes stared balefully at the two snarling werewolf heroes. Bonnie held up a hand. “Enough! Damian’s book is due in less than two months. I need to think about New Orleans and magic. You guys can come back when the next Egyptian historical is due. Now go!”
She hustled them out of the bedroom, closing the door behind Nicolas and Damian. All six heroes muttered as they left Bonnie’s house.
“Bloody werewolves, think they’re so special,” Thomas grumbled. “Why couldn’t she be happy enough writing about me, an English earl who falls in love with an outcast Egyptian woman? I gave her enough internal conflict!”
Jabari put a hand on Thomas’s shoulder. “I do not know, my friend. Let us hope Bonnie gets through this and returns to her Khamsin warriors of the wind. Perhaps it is a passing phase that will not affect us.”
“I hope so,” Ramses said morosely. “I wouldn’t look good in a fur coat.”
For more information on Bonnie’s historicals and paranormals, check out her website at http://www.bonnievanak.com/
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