“Stubborn Attraction” blurb:
Laid off for ramming her knee into a co-worker's balls after he tries to feel her up, lesbian Jaelle heads to her father's cabin in the mountains. There, she takes the form of a mountain goat and climbs, free and uninhibited.
So, what happens when she finds a very attractive interloper on her favorite rock ledge?
"Damn it, damn it, damn it to fucking goddamn hell!" Jaelle packed her suitcase by the simple means of upending her underwear drawer into the open case, then threw jeans and sweaters on top of the lingerie.
She stomped into the bathroom, still swearing loudly, and tipped the contents of her make-up and medications drawer into a plastic bag, which she tied shut, then threw across the room into the suitcase, before stomping into the kitchen.
Grabbing two big, black trash bags, she placed one inside the other then took her few items of food out of the refrigerator, collected the dozen packets and cans of food from the pantry, slung everything into the trash bag, and placed it by the back door.
Her purse, her laptop, a handful of paperback romances off the shelf, and the photo of her family from beside her bed, and she was packed.
"Why can't men understand some women are happy without a man in their life? Wait on a man hand and foot after a hard day at work? Hell no! I’ve never wanted and never needed a man." Jaelle kicked the door open, laptop and purse over her shoulder, suitcase in one hand and trash bag in the other.
The suitcase fit in the trunk of her small car, the laptop and purse she put on the passenger seat beside her, and the food bag in the backseat. "Thank God I travel light," she murmured as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the interstate and the hill country.
Only an hour out of town, up a winding dirt road in the hills, was the tiny cabin her father had owned. She made sure all the utilities and other charges were always paid on this place because it was the closest thing she had to a real home now. She'd loved her dad, and knew he loved her, but he was totally incapable of remaining faithful to any one woman, not even the one he'd married -- her mother.
"He's a randy old goat, your father," Mom had always said, with a secret smile. Jaelle hadn't really understood what she'd meant until the day her teenaged self and her mom had gotten into a flaming row, and in the middle of screaming her chest had tightened intolerably, her vision had gone blurry, her head had pounded -- and she'd turned into a mountain goat.
She'd been standing there, shivering, wobbling on four thin legs, and staring down at her long brownish-blonde fur, when her mom had wrapped warm arms around her and said, "Oh dear! You are truly your father's daughter. I'll phone him straight away, honey, so he can help you through this."
Jaelle smiled as she drove. Yeah, maybe Dad hadn't been the most faithful of men, but he sure as hell was a wonderful father for a girl struggling with the knowledge that she was a shapeshifter. And not something cool and trendy like a wolf or a big cat, but a freaking mountain goat. Goats ran fast, were highly intelligent, adapted quickly to changes, and had a mighty fine sex life. Jaelle snorted. Her folks hadn't even blinked when she'd told them she was gay. I guess once they'd accepted their child really was a "kid" in every sense of the word, sexual orientation was a pretty minor attribute. Whatever, they'd just continued to love her for herself.
This story was previously published in the “Lusty Wenches” anthology.