A Learning Experience

As most of you probably know, I broke my leg a couple of weeks ago. Now things have improved since the dark ages of plaster casts and don’t have a shower for the next four to six weeks. (Shudder) I have a lovely contraption called an air cast on it. It looks as if I’m walking around with one downhill ski boot on. An interesting fashion statement, to say the least. It’s heavy, and annoying, and occasionally hard to get into the car or truck with, but still much better than plaster. So, overall, I should be grateful for our modern medical system and the ability to shower on a regular basis.

My mother used to have a phrase that she liked to throw at me a lot when I had to do something I didn’t want to do. “Think of it as a learning experience.” Well, this has certainly been a learning experience. My first broken bone. My first ride in an ambulance. My first experience with crutches. And the first time since I turned sixteen (don’t do the math, it’s scary!) that I have been physically unable to drive for a long period of time.

Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?! I need to ask someone to take me to the grocery store. I need to have a coworker pick me up for work each morning, and drop me off at night. I have to get someone to ferry me back and forth to church. I’ve missed the last three choir practices because I couldn’t find anyone to give me a ride. It’s maddening! If this is a leaning experience, then the thing I have learned the best is that I love my car, and driving is a fundamental part of my life.

So, what else have I learned from this? Don’t walk on ice, it’s slippery. Be nice to absolutely everyone – I never know when I will have to depend on them for rides. It’s a whole lot farther from the living room to the kitchen when I am hopping around on crutches. (Maybe I’ll lose some weight) Sometimes the stairs are easier to negotiate on my butt. And no matter how grumpy I get, the dog still loves me!

First Release of 2011!

Wow, hard to believe we’re halfway through January already! My latest release is out, and I’m looking forward to a another wonderful year of writing .

Series: Protect and Serve

Title: Kitty Kat

ISBN : 978-1-60521-502-0

 Genres: Paranormal

Themes: Shapershifters, Men and Women in Uniform

Release Date:  January,  2011

Author: Anne Kane


Publisher URL  Changeling Press – Erotic Fiction



 Kat hasn’t always been a stray — but times are tough, and when she lost her job, her no-good boyfriend dumped her. Now she lives in a deserted basement and scrounges for food behind the restaurants in the better section of town, while attending school during the day.

Jake feeds scraps of his dinner to the fluffy little con artist from time to time as he walks his beat, and he can’t get the sassy stray off his mind. He feels a strange affinity for the feisty little kitty so he decides to trap her and tame her. What he doesn’t realize is that she’s a shifter, and she’ll con his heart right out of his chest 


Jake undid his shirt and plunked down in a chair at the table, putting his tightly muscled chest at eye level. Despite her annoyance, Kat felt a flicker of lust working its way down her belly to settle deep in her groin. Damn that looks tasty. I wonder… She managed to stop herself from imagining what the rest of him would look like nude. Enforcers were a tough breed, and he undoubtedly had the physique to go with the job.

 “Not going to eat?  I’ll just leave it there for now. You might change your mind later, once you yet settle in a bit.” He stood to stretch, and the sight of those tight jeans wrapped around his muscular hips sent Kat’s hormones into overdrive.

 She let out a frustrated yowl that should have warned him things weren’t quite what he thought, but the damn guy just cooed some banal goodnight and disappeared through the doorway, leaving her simmering with rage and unresolved lust.

 Kat paced as best she could in the small cage while the sounds from the far room indicated that the Enforcer hadn’t retired for the night yet. Patience had never been one of her better qualities, and she barely managed to contain herself while she waited for him to settle down.

 Probably in a bed. A nice soft bed. Naked. His kind, the tough Enforcer cop kind, always slept naked. She could almost picture him, his beautiful abs waiting to be caressed by her willing fingers while his big Enforcer sized cock laid stretched out across one thigh…

 She shook her head, berating her overactive imagination.  Damn hormones, always putting her into places she didn’t want to be.  She tilted her head to one side. The apartment seemed quiet now, but she’d better give him a bit more time before she made good her escape. The way her luck had been running lately, the damned Enforcer would be sitting up in bed watching a chic-flick on the Holo-grid. A feline smile curved her lips at the thought of the big tough Jake watching something designed to con female humans into believing in true love. She snorted in disgust. Even she’d bought into the concept, until her last boyfriend has tossed her out without so much as a thank you.

 So much for true love and happily ever after. She’d spent the last six months cursing her gullibility while she scrounged the garbage cans behind the high-class restaurants for dinner and squatted in a deserted basement. She’d enrolled in business classes during the day, determined to never again be dependant on a male for food or shelter.

 She lifted her head, flaring her nostrils. The deliciously tempting smell of aroused male filled her nostrils and she felt the heat building inside her. Apparently, those weren’t chic-flicks he’d been watching. She needed to get out of here. Now. Before she did something she’d regret.

 Slipping her front leg between the bars, she closed her eyes and concentrated on a partial shift. Most were-cats were unable to master the manoeuvre, but Kat had had lots of time in the last few months to practice. Not much else to do in the basement of a deserted tenement when sleep was slow to come.

 She felt the fur receding, muscles and bone reforming. She held her breath, steeling herself to wait until she could feel her hand, could wriggle each finger individually. There!

 Twisting her wrist, she reached for the lock of the cage. Snick. The simple catch fell open at her touch, the door swung wide. 

 So there, Enforcer. Not so easy to keep this little cat caged.

 Kat pulled her hand back into the cage and scooted free, turning to glare at the offending pile of metal. Crouching in a corner of the room, she relaxed. After the partial change, a full shift was easy. She concentrated and let the change sweep over her.

 Fully human now, she stood and stretched her arms above her head as she luxuriated in her human form. She’d spent way too much time lately trapped in her cat form, unable to risk being seen.

 She looked around and located the doorway. Now all she had to do was get out of here without waking the Enforcer up.  That would be assuming he’d gone to sleep.

 She stopped at the doorway, peering cautiously out into the hallway. She could see a large room at the end of the hallway. Probably the living room, where they’d entered the apartment. She tiptoed in that direction, being careful to set her feet down quietly. The last thing she needed was to have a creaking floorboard wake up the Enforcer.

 She passed the first two doorways without incident; a bathroom and a very messy office. She glanced into the last doorway, and froze.

 Sprawled across a king sized bed, the Enforcer was deliciously naked. His shock of flaming red hair lay mussed in disarray on the pillows, framing his angular face. Her gaze strayed lower, to the ropes of muscle criss-crossing his massive chest, and the temptingly flat belly. Lower still, his impressive cock lay across one stocky thigh just like she’d imagined it while his balls nestled into a curly nest of hair.

 She sucked in a deep breath as heat flooded her body. In a different time and place, she wouldn’t hesitate to stop and dally with such a yummy male, but those days were long gone.  The world was a tough place for a kitty on her own. She couldn’t afford to be here when he woke up, and time was a wasting. Still…

 She glided a few steps toward the bed. What if she turned the tables on him? She felt the corner of her mouth turn up in an evil gin. He was a cop; there must be handcuffs around here somewhere.



Sad News…

Lena Austin is a fellow Changeling Press author, a mentor, a friend and a wonderful, sharing,caring woman. On Sunday, her beloved husband passed away, and I am so very sorry for her loss. Words are never adequate at times like these. Many of you may know her from her work as an author or as the Marketing Coordinator for Changeling Press. It’s at times like these that we come together to help each other cope. Below is a note from the Publisher of Changleing press. If you can help, please do.


Lena Austin’s husband, Randy, passed away last night. We’ve received dozens of emails asking about funeral arrangements, donations or flowers.
I got a note from Lena this morning saying Randy hated funerals and flowers. At some point they may hold a small, private family memorial, but no flowers, please. I know Lena’s done nothing but run back and forth to the hospital for over a week. She’s got to be exhausted, wiped out physically as well as financially. (If you’ve never tried living at a hospital day after day when you’re not the patient, I’d not recommend it.)
I’m thinking what Lena needs most is emotional support and cash to help with immediate expenses. I’m using my personal PayPal account (it was dormant) to accept and forward donations. If you’d like to contribute, send PayPal donations to mogwit@aolcom . Please use “Personal” to minimize the fees — we want any donations to go to Lena, not PayPal. Send what you’d send if we were getting together to do flowers — $5 or $10, IF you can afford it. And if you can’t, please don’t feel bad. There are a lot of us. We’ll do fine.
Margaret Riley
Publisher, www.ChangelingPress.com

2010 in review

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The busiest day of the year was February 2nd with 75 views. The most popular post that day was Space Battles on a Shoestring Budget .

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Some visitors came searching, mostly for anne kane, anne kane author, new playmates, “anne kane”, and pixie playmate.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


Space Battles on a Shoestring Budget February 2010


Shifting Priorities series February 2009


Short Stories and Free Reads February 2009


New Release! Pixie’s Playmates March 2010


Other books by Anne Kane August 2009