New! SHE'S FURRY YIFFY by Adele Dubois

I've always been the adventurous type. When the opportunity arose to contribute paranormal stories about vampires and shape-shifters with duel romantic heroines to Girls Who Bite and She-Shifters, I decided to take the challenge. My readers know I don't write to market. I write what I want to write, offer my best effort each time and cross my fingers. 

Considering that Girls Who Bite won the Cata Romance Reviewer's Choice Book of The Year Award and  has been called "literary erotica" and more by reviewers, I don't doubt my decision to join Delilah Devlin and her anthology contributors with my vampire story, "The Crystal Altar".

My new steamy short story, "She's Furry Yiffy", appears in the just-released She-Shifters anthology, also from Cleis Press. The anthology, intended for all audiences over age 18, has received rave five-star reviews.

The authors who contributed to Girls Who Bite and She-Shifters maintained all rights to their stories. The author-friendly contracts gave me the freedom to release "The Crystal Altar" and "She's Furry Yiffy" separately for .99 each on Amazon, B&N and Smashwords. 

Here's an excerpt of "She's Furry Yiffy." 

A hot-bodied shape-shifter finds more than a hook-up at an X-rated Fur Con.

Excerpt:

“Mundanes aren’t supposed to be in here,” a masculine voice said behind Anika. His tone sounded more flirtatious than threatening. Furries had a reputation for friendliness, so he was probably harmless. She’d learned that, and the lingo, the first time she worked a Fur Con, months before her life-changing event.

Anika turned toward the man dressed in moose costume from the neck, down, and forced a polite smile. He wore long, thick antlers over his neatly cut brown hair, possibly to signal a YIFF looking for a good time.


Fur Con XXX was for mature conventioneers looking for fun and hook-ups; unlike the family-friendly Furry events held elsewhere.

Anika touched her tongue to her bottom lip. She could almost taste the animal he pretended to be, but not in the way he might wish.

“She obviously works here, idiot,” the wolf-clad male next to him replied. “Can we get drinks?” He gave her a friendly tailwave with the long gray plume he pulled from behind his back. “That is, unless you’re feeling yiffy. Blue-eyed blondes with great legs and big, uh…are my weakness.”

Anika knew he wasn’t referring to the YIFF acronym. Yiff in its many grammatical forms had its root in one word. Sex.

She eyed the faux wolf and noted the SPH‒strategically placed hole‒in his costume. Not a chance. She hadn’t had sex with a guy since high school, and had been mostly celibate since Lori moved to Seattle eight months ago for a job promotion. The move was a transparent excuse to break up with her following Anika’s attack in the woods.

What hurt most was that Lori didn’t deny the abandonment. “I can’t handle it,” was all she would say. She’d refused to make eye contact before she walked out the door. Anika had been inconsolable for weeks afterward.

Since then, she’d been alone, but her need for companionship had become a painful ache that tormented her night after lonely night. Her rare one-night stands had been disasters of epic proportions. The women had run from her house and refused to return her calls. There simply weren’t many choices for a lesbian with her particular new …penchants.

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