Counting Sheep (Sci Spanks 2015)

Counting Sheep, the full story, will soon be available in the Sci Spanks 2015 Anthology – along with loads of other goodies. Comments on this post are from readers who were able to enjoy Counting Sheep when it was live. Want to know when the anthology is available? Subscribe to this blog to stay in the know.

Meanwhile, read Manuel and Ellory’s previous adventures:


Packing Up

This is a story of Manuel the miscreant werewolf and his human mate, the intrepid inventor Ellory. They have made previous appearances in

TOMORROW MORNING, when Sci Spanks 2015 starts, Ellory and Manuel will be coming to you in their  newest adventure, Counting Sheep. Get yourself all set for Sci Spanks here: Play Sci Spanks 2015

Meanwhile, enjoy another morsel of time with Ellory and Manuel.


January, 1864

Manuel propped his elbow on the arm of his “Alpha Seat” and rested his head against his fist. He bit back a yawn as his Beta, Gerald Worthington, continued plowing through the agenda.

“And as for the question of how far Mr. Tildon’s territory extends,” Worthington droned, “Mr. Barnes will be surveying the measurements this week and will report back on any discrepancies between the size of Mr. Tildon’s territory compared to the territories of the rest of the pack. At that point — “

Enough.” Manuel interrupted, pounding his fist on the arm of his oversized chair. “First it was which of us should attend which social events to keep up with London politics. Then it was whether we should invest in a pack tailor, to ensure all of us properly represent the pack – despite the fact that no one knows we exist. Now it’s equalizing territories by inches.” Every eye in the room had grown wide during his outburst. “I have decided this is the most boring pack in the history of packs.”

Several of the pale men turned red around the collar. Worthington cleared his throat. “As you know, Alpha Pilar — “

Manuel snorted. “Stop calling me that.”

Worthington hesitated only a blink before continuing, “Territory agreements are the primary way we reduce our need for succumbing to our vile natures and engaging in –”

Manuel held up a hand. “Werewolves don’t negotiate territory by contract and measurement. Our natures aren’t vile. And a dominance battle is good for the soul.” He waved at the cups around the room, “I am done with all this tea. And these meetings. And this resistance to accepting your true selves.”

Worthington turned red and trembled now. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you killed Alpha Gilman.”

Good. Anger is good.

“Ah, there is backbone in there after all. Excellent. And we all well know that Gilman is dead because he came after me for simply moving to London and having roots in Mexica. Had I known what I’d be in for with this pack, I might have let him kill me.”

“You — You — You — “ Worthington’s teeth dropped to points as long as Manuel’s index finger. “Dominance battles are good for the soul are they? Then it’s past time I challenge you!”

Enough control for a partial shift. Good, again.

“Well and good. I submit.” Manuel replied. Worthington blinked. “You be the Alpha. I’m going home.”

“To Mexica?” One of the pack members asked hopefully.

“No, you dimwit. To Bayswater.”

Back at the townhouse he shared with Ellory, Manuel crawled into bed next to his mate. Ellory sat against the headboard with his nose in a book full of math. Manuel curled up with this head on Ellory’s lap and growled in soft contentment when Ellory finger-combed his hair.

“How was the meeting?” Ellory asked.

“I quit.”

“Took longer than I expected.”

“I want to move to Wales.”

“To do what? Be the lone wolf in sheep country?”

“There’s a pack there.” Manuel picked at the blankets covering Ellory’s legs. “They don’t exactly like me yet, but I’m sure I can fix that.”

Ellory snorted, his nose still buried in his book, giving Manuel half an ear at best. “And my workshop?” He slid a hand inside the collar of Manuel’s shirt, kneading the muscles there.

Manuel nuzzled Ellory’s thigh and answered, “The home’s on plenty of land, so I took the liberty of having a second building designed just for you.”

“Mmmmm.” Ellory gently squeezed the back of Manuel’s neck, sending pleasant shivers down his spine before stopping short. “What home?”

“Our new one in Wales.”

“Our new home in — Manuel.”

Manuel turned his head to see Ellory’s face. “I love you?”

“Yes. And I’m going to love you right up until I strangle the life out of you.”

Manuel grinned. “I love it when you say nice things to me.”

Spare Parts

This is a story of Manuel the miscreant werewolf and his human mate, the intrepid inventor Ellory. They have made previous appearances in

In just two days, when Sci Spanks 2015 starts, Ellory and Manuel will be coming to you in their  newest adventure. Get yourself all set for Sci Spanks here: Play Sci Spanks 2015

Meanwhile, enjoy another morsel of time with Ellory and Manuel.


November 1863

As he stepped out of the carriage, Ellory glimpsed Manuel leaping from the roof of Elegance by the Yard to the roof of Pieces of Invention. One day, someone would catch him up there, and Manuel would have to explain why a gentleman of his position preferred traversing rooftops to traveling by carriage.

Ellory’s wolf mate needed another weekend away to run unfettered in his wolf form. He’d needed them more and more frequently of late. Maybe moving to London was a bad idea.

Pachelbel’s Canon blared Ellory’s entry when he opened the door to Pieces of Invention. The ceiling-mounted music horn vibrated under its own volume.

Mr. Plum!” Ellory shouted, slapping his hands over his ears. “What happened to the bells?

WHAT?” Came a voice from behind shelves overflowing with bins of metal tubing, gears in a massive array of sizes and weights, and some of the rarer tools an inventor might need.

Ellory sighed and meandered through the shelves toward the voice. By the time he reached the bins of metal in large flat sheets, Pachelbel’s Canon had come to its blissful conclusion.

“Mr. Plum?”

“Oh!” A portly man wearing a pair of magnifying goggles on his face and another set on his bald head popped up behind the sales counter. “Mr. Granger!” The older fellow twisted his hands in his apron. Nerves? No reason for those.

“I’ve come for the items that have been on order. I received notice they had arrived?” Sweat beaded on Mr. Plum’s forehead. Definitely nerves. “It seems something’s the matter. Was the notice in error?”

Mr. Plum hesitated and twisted his apron up so tightly Ellory feared it would tear. “Well, it’s like this, Mr. Granger. The Earl, he –”

Again?” The man had bought his last two orders out from under Ellory. “This is the third time, Mr. Plum. I am completely stalled on rebuilding the time machine without these parts. I thought we ordered extras to prevent this.”

“Well, y-yes, we did.” The small round man released his apron and mopped his head with a handkerchief. “The man he sent … he … he bought all three, sir.”

“How did he even know you had that many?”

The back door to the shop crashed open, making Ellory jump backward and forcing a strangled screech from the shopkeeper. A raggedy young man tumbled in and landed face-down and trembling on the floor. Manuel sauntered in behind him. “I expect he was informed by this young man. He was kind enough to tell me that his job is to listen at the window when you come in to place orders. I would like to maim him, but I suspected you would want to talk to him first.”

Ellory squatted down to the unwashed man at his feet. Or boy rather. “You work for the Earl, do you?”

“Please, sir,” the boy whined. “Don’t let him hurt me. He said he bites.”

Ellory looked up at Manuel, who shrugged. “It worked. We had a nice conversation.”

Shaking his head, Ellory turned his attention back to the boy. “He won’t lay a finger on you. You have my word. What do you know about the Earl and my orders?”

“Only that you aren’t supposed to get them, sir. And maybe he’s working on his own machine. Maybe he wants to be the only person with one of them machines.”

Manuel growled under his breath, but not low enough to keep the others from hearing. The boy pressed himself further into the floor with a whimper, and the shopkeeper disappeared beneath his sales counter.

Ellory sighed. “Enough. Put the boy back outside where you found him. We don’t want the Earl knowing he talked to us.”

“But –” Manuel started.

“No. No maiming. I gave my word.” Ellory rapped on the counter, and Mr. Plum peeked up over the edge. “Thank you for your time, Mr. Plum. We’ll be taking our leave now.”

Back in the carriage, Manuel grumbled. “I hate these things.”

Ellory sighed. “It’s a private place to talk. If the Earl is really spying on my work, I won’t be able to accomplish much, if anything, in a timely manner.”

Manuel just grunted.

“Very helpful, love. I believe London’s getting to you again. It’s only been a month since your last run.”

Manuel grunted again.

“You could run more often if you would just use the land and pastures outside the edges of London. Why must you wait until you can travel to Wales?”

“No matter how far I run, it smells like sweaty people, refuse, and factory smoke.”

“What does Wales smell like?”

“Ocean. Fresh grass. And sheep.”


“Sheep smell quite pleasant.”

“I never would have guessed.”

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