Novels by Jane Dee

Charlie's POVepilogueThe last twenty three years we've defied all expections, staying together and being happy with each other.No one thought we could make it work, seeing as I used to be married to David's cousin.They couldn't fathom how David and Alex were still best friends, or how Jill still spoke to me.But here we are, at our youngest boys college graduation, Noah.All of our boys have completely blown our minds with how smart they are.Killian was thrilled each time we added a new baby into the mix.Killian went to college for engineering.Henry went to the Air Force to be a pilot.Jacob went for architecture.And our littlest baby, Gus went to be a veterinarian.My heart couldn't be fuller, all the trials and tribulations we went through to get to this point in our lives have been more than worth it.I look around at our family gathered in the stands.Laura and chandle

EpilogueDavid's POVCharlie doesn't know it, but today nine years ago was the first time we crossed each others paths.Two failed marriages.One drunken night.A hidden child.And a funeral, lead to this.Lead to me being with the one women who I'm sharing the rest of my life with.I never intended to start up anything with Charlie.Yes, I fantasized about her constantly, moved in next door just to be closer to her. But this? I never could of dreamed up anything even close to this.The strong pull I felt towards her when we first met terrified me, but I didn't have any idea what terrifying actually felt like until I realized that I was the one who wanted everything with her.But I wasn't sure she wanted everything with me.I glance down at her, sleeping peacefully curled into my side. She's stirring with the morning sun filtering in through the windows, sun showing the natural red highlights t

David's POV "I- please fuck me." She whispers, trying to reach for my cock. "You know I can't. Not yet, not until the doctor gives the okay Charlie." I'm just as disappointed as she is, but my one track mind is already making my way back to how her breast feels in my mouth. My tongue can't stop swirling around and playing with her nipple. My hand is like a magnet as it strokes up and down my shaft. "My pussy is throbbing, please." She whimpers again. Its killing me not being able to satisfy her right now, but I can't hurt her. She moans once more, stuffing her breast in my face as her hand seeks out her clit. I stand up, pushing her breast together, sticking my shaft between them. Pressing my thumb around her nipples while her milk sprays all over me. She reaches up playing with my balls and trying to lick the tips that peaks through her cleavage when I thrust up. "Fuck yes Charlie." Her hand reutrns to her

David's POV Just as I finish reading the cute little note Charlie put inside my lunch there's a light knock on the door. I hate being here while she's at home with the boys, and my three weeks off since Henry was born weren't entirely enough. The door handle turns before I have the chance to tell whomever it is to come in. In walks Charlie, shutting the door and locking it behind her. "Char? Is everything okay?" I immediately jump up. "Uh. Yes and no." Panic washes over me, is something wrong with the boys? "No! No, it's nothing serious," she exclaims upon seeing my expression and I plop down in my desk chair, trying to will my heart to slow down. "Where are the boys?" "With my mom, she came over to help with stuff around the house and I decided to run some errands around town." "And your warrants brought you to my office?" I question suspiciously. "When you're suppose to be at home r

David's POVNurse perky comes in to check on Charlie, waking her up."Hey honey, when did you get back?" She asks, sleep still heavy in her voice."A little over an hour ago."The nurse fumbles with her chart, checking her vitals and leaving as I sit down next to Charlie on her bed."Ready for another?" I whisper.She bites her lip and smiles, like she always does when I ask."I just pushed out this one David. Give it awhile and ask again." She laughs quietly."We already got married while I was extremely pregnant, people thought it was a shotgun wedding. I want people to know we're married because we love each other deeply. Not because you got me pregnant, twice.""Maybe I got you pregnant because I love you deeply, both times.""Yeah," she scoffs. "Okay, we both know that neither of us meant for this to happen.""I know, but I'm glad I did," I kiss her. "Our boys are perfect, you're perfect.""They

David's POVI'm handed our little baby boy, and he's perfect. So perfect.Where Killian is the spitting image of me, our newest little boy has Charlie's chin, her cheeks, with big round eyes, and my eyes color. He really is the most amazing blend of both of us.I sigh, enthralled by how perfect he is. I have the two most perfect boys in my life, I feel tears streaming down my cheeks, even though I can't stop smiling.The nurse Charlie was shouting at tries to reach for him, but I don't want to let go."I just need to clean him up a bit more," she reassures me. "I'll give him back," she says and I reluctantly hand him over.I look back at Charlie, laying in bed.My wife.My Charlotte."Are you okay?" She hesitates, and I don't care what she says, my stupid comment from the night she told me has been embedded into her brain. No matter what I've done these past seven or so months, I can't seem to convince her enough t

*Caroline*First day of class, I arrive at Dr. Cartwright’s lecture hall early to get the best seat, which is center and front.I’m working on setting up my workspace when I hear loud laughter from outside. The doors burst open, and in walk Dillon and Noah, two peacocks entering a new courtyard. You can almost hear “We Are The Champions” blaring in the background as their theme music. Puffed up and preening, they walk down the center stairs of the lecture hall toward the front row. Everyone in the room goes silent, and I gape as some of the students sitting around me on the front row get up to make room for them.Fuck that shit. I’m not moving.I’ve been in classes with football guys, and they always do this. They should just walk up and piss on the chalkboard to mark their territory already.Noah walks forward, getting perilously close to where I am, and looks for a seat.“Hey, Noah. You can sit her

*Caroline* On Sunday, I’m ready to eat my arm off by the time I pull into the parking lot of Piggly Wiggly. It’s the night before classes start back and I’m stocking up. After grabbing several packs of SlimFast, I find myself standing in front of the pasta aisle, salivating over an image of Ma’s ravioli in my head. Who am I kidding? Dear Diet, you’re boring and tasteless. Instead of losing weight, I’m going to look into those stretching machines and see if I can just get taller. Feeling frustrated, I zoom past several aisles, aimlessly grabbing salad mix, low-carb chips, and diet soda. I pass by the cupcakes in the bakery, and my mouth waters at the smell of sweet sugar. I shove on past, muttering under my breath. I glance down at my shirt, which reads I Just Finished My First Marathon (Just Kidding—I’m On My Third Cupcake), then roll my eyes. Not today, Satan. Not today. Head to the alcohol! That will help. Do they make low-calorie wi

*Noah* It’s past five on a Friday, and I’m leaving the gym when my phone rings. Aunt Lorraine. I grapple with my bag to hit the answer button before it goes to voice mail. I called last night but she didn’t pick up. Uncle Jack never does, so I didn’t even try him. “Hey, Aunt Lorraine, what’s up? Guess you saw I called?” “Yeah. How are things going?” Her voice is distracted, and I hear the girls in the background. I picture them in their house with the huge cotton field behind it. Over fifty years old, it’s a ranch-style brick her parents left her along with a small farm. She lost them at nineteen, married Jack at twenty, and started having babies at twenty-one. Then I came along. “About this dinner thing…” Her voice trails off as one of the girls starts whining, and I can tell by the rustling that she’s covering the phone and telling someone to be quiet—Suzie, the youngest, I bet. Last time I was there was Christmas Day, and she’d grown nearly a foot

*Caroline* “Need some help?”I’m on my tiptoes when the question comes, trying to reach a book on the top shelf in the bookstore at the student center.My heart does a nosedive off a cliff as that familiar gruff voice washes over me, his accent a smooth drawl that’s reminiscent of the hot summer night and slow kisses—kisses we never had…well, except for that one time.I ignore him and try to grab the book.“You’re too short. Let me,” Noah says, this time closer, his voice soft, almost placating.I suck in a breath. The artist side of me was always drawn to the colors I saw when he spoke, shades of gold and gray, one side of him sunny and easy, the other part wrapped in fog and smoke.I ease back on my feet and whip around, internally wishing I’d worn something more I hate you and don’t you wish you still had me, but sadly, I’m not in my kickass shoes and itchy dress. Today it’s flat-soled red Converse, black joggers, and a Yankees sw

*Caroline* “Wake up and get me a cigarette, bitch,” cries Vampire Bill, the African grey parrot that’s in his cage on my nightstand. I ease up and glare at him from my bed. Ryker stayed over with Penelope, my roomie and best friend, last night, so I pulled the parrot from her room into mine. Nothing kills the lovey-dovey mood like a parrot telling them to “Get your bony ass down the road and get a job.” He was rescued by Penelope from a bunch of cigarette-smoking, belligerent, low-class morons. Our neighbors from across the street, they left him on the side of the road on their move-out day, and Penelope ran out to save him. She says he’s hers, and I guess he is, but I like to think of us as co-parents. When I stretch and reach out to pet him, he fluffs his feathers and rubs the back of my hand with his head. I study his misshapen right wing, the one that keeps him from flying, and hand him a cracker from the box on the table. Regardless of the things he says, he’s an affectionat

*Noah* At the table, Dillon is recounting to everyone the only big play he was part of during the game where we ran a fake kick in the first quarter and he threw me a touchdown pass. “…and then out of nowhere Noah rises up and catches the ball with one hand. He cradled it like a little baby and landed on his back. I thought my pass was intercepted for sure, but he bailed me out!” He raises his glass. “To Noah! A Buckeyes legend!”Yeah, right—but what’s next? A tingle of dread goes down my spine. If the NFL doesn’t work, I’ll probably just end up selling cars like I do in the summer to earn extra money.“Lighten up, man!” Dillon says as he claps me on the back. “Lose that frown and let’s celebrate.”Right, right.“Maybe he just knows deep down that he didn’t have anything to do with our big win,” adds Archer with his Cajun drawl. “Defense won that game. Then you pretty boys get all the glory. Please.”I swivel my head and take him in. Tall and lean with a sleeve of tattoos up his arm

*Willow* If this fucking inbred stupid little bitch thinks that she can disrespect my Alpha In front of our whole pack she has another thing coming. I’ve hated her since the moment my father brought her home, clinging to him, covered in blood, screaming bloody murder. We had been just fine without her, him and I. It was few years after my mom died in the rogue attack, dad and Alpha Stone were following a trail on the rest of the rogues who attacked us. Hours later he came bounding in the front door Stone hot on his tail with Ingrid wrapped around him screaming like she was on fire. Ever since he brought her home I’ve always felt second best to her, dad paid her more attention, babied her every step of the way. Everything he did just made my hate grow into something uncontrollable, so I set out to make her as miserable as possible. Hoping she would tuck tail and get the fuck out of my life. Although I never suspected it would come to this, I never thought Alpha Stone would try to

*Ingrid* Am I prepared for this? Stone's question bounces through my mind, playing on a loop. 'We can do this Ingrid, we can take Quinn. You, me, and our powers? You know we can take his whole pack out with just the three of us. Stone knows nothing about me or the thing that lurks in the shadows.' Jules says encouraging me. 'Jules, we don't really know enough about the shadow or what he is. I don't even have a good handle on my powers. I could hurt someone from out pack. We can't risk that... But you are right. If this is what Stone wants to do then this is the way we have to do it.' Having made up my mind I speak out to answer Stone, "Fight you to the death for the Grey Ridge Pack? Absolutely. For my mate to not be harmed? Yes. I'm prepared for that Stone." I can hear the whispers swirling around me, Stone's pack members wondering why he's even trying to humor me. They think he will rip me apart since I don't "have a wolf." Seems like Stone threatened Ezra and the other men who

*QUINN* *QUINN* Not once did it ever occur to me that my mate would be a fucking white wolf. Not once did it occur to me that the very people who attacked us and spoke a different language that she would understand. Time seemed to meld together into one rolling monotonous reel in this pit of hell that was my mind since Ingrid became unconscious in the forest. The rage I felt towards the Rogues who attacked us just boiling under the surface, ready to come out and play if she didn't awaken soon. Torturing was getting us no where, none of the rogues could even speak. Every last one of them had their tongues ripped out to prevent leaking information I'm sure. And the beast who captured Ingrid had fully shifted back into a man, who had a suprisingly calm heartbeat for someone that was being beaten left and right. He keeps smiling at me every time I check in with Jackson, like he knows something I dont and he's just biding his time until it comes to light. Each time we locked eyes we we

*INGRID* *Ingrid* My head whips around to the man/beast that's behind me when he speaks. I don't even know how he got ahold of or how he forced me shift, one second I was viciously tearing into a rogue's throat and the next I was being lifted off the wolf by the fur on the back of my neck that started disappearing while my body was forced back into human form. I look up and catch Quinn's gaze as he's shifting. The rest of our pack warriors have joined him in staring at us, just waiting on the order from their alpha to tear the rogues to shreads. I can see the barley contained fury on Quinn's face, and worse: fear. Mindlinking Beta Jackson I repeat the mantra that I've been telling myself for days on end when I thought it would be Stone that attacked our pack, 'Whatever happens to me you do not let our pack fall. I know Quinn can survive if I die, but the pack will parrish if he does. This is my dying wish.' I lift my gaze to Beta Jackson after I close the mind link and see dete

*Quinn* I'm already at least 100 yards away when the aganozied scream rips through her throat. Before I even have time to comprehend whats happening to Ingrid her wolf is blowing past me and headed straight into the forest towards the fight. "INGRID!" My shout contorts in my throat, emerging as an imhuman roar. The One thing I never mentioned to her was the the white wolves were warriors for their packs to their very core. If a pack member was in trouble and called for help the white wolves would lay down their life to protect them. But I never thought we would be in this situation, I've almost trippled patrols in the past month so we would never be put in this situation. I also didn't know if this particular bit of information was true. Turns out it is and its a hell of a time for the fucking warrior princess to come out and try to play. And Ingrid? She has no idea why Jules pushed so hard to get out and I'm sure they are both fucking terrified of what just happened. The warrior i

*INGRID* It's like I've completely forgotten how to breathe. This wired like electricity has taken over my body and it's trying to hold me prisoner. Nothing I can do will make it fade. I can't take all of the lingering looks any longer, I can feel eyes on me everywhere I go and I'm tired of feeling like a freak. Tired of feeling like I don't belong in the shifter world, but goddess knows I don't belong in the human world either. During my scarce encounters with the humans they were volatile. But as far as I know, I'm the only white wolf anyone has ever seen. The stories orginated from the ancient wolves, apparently white wolves were the first born of our kind. Directly descended from Lycaon and his sons, but they died out like a over a thousand years ago so I'm technically not possible. Quinn thinks my powers are from the druids and whatever spell they used to turn the women into mates for Lycaon and his sons. Whatever I have I don't think the shadow that lurks wants to be used f