She moved from the big city to the werewolf infested mountains and discovered that she had wolf blood in her. Targeted to become a mate to a sexy, but overly possessive werewolf neighbor in this very surreal world that's run by them, she seeks the help of her vampire lover. Can he keep her safe? Filled with action, mystery, and mythical creatures, a Wolf Affair [Book one of the dark fantasy thriller romance, a Wolf Affair Trilogy] is sure to keep you turning pages.
View MoreI cradled Cindy in my arms. Hap had allowed us one dim light so that we wouldn’t be completely in the dark; for which I was grateful. Unfortunately, it didn’t give me enough illumination to get a good, clear look at the damage Joe did to Cindy. To add to her misery, there was no bathroom to clean up in. Clearly, the room was not intended for housing anyone for any length of time. We’d been provided with a bucket to do our business in and a few bottles of water and a rag to clean Cindy up with.I quickly discovered just how twisted Hap was when he offered me two bottles of water and, with an evil chuckle, said that they had to last me a day so use them wisely. We literally had to choose between cleaning Cindy’s wounds and quenching our thirst. It didn’t help that the drug Hap gave Cindy left her with an unquenchable thirst.I grew angry with my parents for not telling me that I had magical blood inside of me. H
I was in the stable, tending to the horses, when Cindy finally ventured out of the safety of her room. I stood in the walkway and watched as she snuck from the house to the stable like a thief in the night.“What’s with the I spy routine?” I asked as I went back to mucking out Peter’s stall.She grabbed a pitch fork and began cleaning Daisy’s stall. “I was worried that Hap was still here.”“He left around eight,” I said. I dug the tines of the fork into the soft floor of the stall and asked, “What’s wrong with Hap?”She wiped at the tears as she said, “I saw him bring those girls in the night. He had them handcuffed and tied together like cattle.”“Hap?” I practically screeched with surprise.“I know,” she said. “I thought that he and my uncle hated each other. You can imagine my surprise when I saw him de
“Did you know that Josh did that to my mother?” I whispered as I pulled Hap to the corner of the kitchen to speak with him in private.“No. How do you know?”“She told me.”“So, she’s starting to remember,” he said as he headed out to the patio. “Kenton, my boy, I’m in the mood for a smoke. How about keeping me company?”Kenton shot me a quizzical look, but gave Hap no argument as he followed him outside. I did my best to read Hap’s lips, but when my mother came to me to discuss our evening meal, I had no choice but to look away.My curiosity about why Hap wanted to confer with Kenton about Josh attacking my mother was all consuming to the point that I had difficulty keeping up with the table talk over dinner. If anyone noticed, they made no mention of it.My mood was such that I would have preferred to take off after dinner and find m
Kenton was right. It took several days, but I eventually felt like my old self again.I’d divided my time between tending to the horses and visiting my mother in the hospital.I was a borderline basket case for the first day as I watched for Ethan’s return to – at the very least- seek revenge for that twisted mind of his. Happily, whatever Kenton did to make him stay away worked. By day number two, I was breathing easy again.Hap and Kenton made sure to be at the house in time for dinner, which we all took turns providing either by cooking it or carrying it in. It gave me a small sense of normalcy in a world that no longer felt normal.I made no mention of our conversation about my heritage or the fact that Josh wasn’t related to me by blood and neither did they. I appreciated that. I’d heard enough that I was struggling to absorb. I knew there was more, but it could
I was alone in bed when I awoke the following morning. I checked the time. It was still early. I remembered promising myself that I’d toughen up to my new reality when I awoke and continue living. I’d start by reuniting with the horses. The house felt cold and empty without my mother or Josh in it. My footsteps actually echoed as I walked across the marble tiles and I wondered why I’d never noticed that before. I wasn’t sure if Kenton was still on the property or if he was coming back - or maybe Hap was around somewhere - so I made a full pot of coffee. For the first time since we’d moved into that grand house, I wished it wasn’t so large. If someone wanted to disappear in it, it would take a considerable length of time and effort to find them. Again, I was surprised that I’d never noticed that before then. I was in the middle of mucking out a stall when faint memories of Ethan’s mouth titillating my crotch fl
Kenton left me to shower and change without interruption. When I was done, I beckoned him to join me in my room. I was exhausted, both emotionally and physically, and I didn’t want to be alone. The afternoon was barely approaching evening and I knew that the horses would need tending to. I mentioned to him that I’d take care of them after I’d had a short nap. He didn’t argue, but something told me that he’d tend to them himself rather than wake me up. As I drifted off to sleep in his loving arms, I made a silent promise to myself that I’d toughen up and resume living in the morning. I just needed one more night of self-pampering and nurturing while I absorbed the realization of my new life. It was dark when I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. I reached for Kenton, but he was gone. I looked at the clock. It was ten in the evening. I’d slept for five hours. Although I was still tired, my body had normalized enough that
I literally camped out at the hospital for a few days while I waited to see whether or not my mother was going to be okay. When Hap told me that she’d been mauled, he either failed to tell me the extend of her injuries or I failed to comprehend them. When I finally got to see them, I almost fainted. Not only had one side of her face been ripped up to the point she looked like Mrs. Frankenstein, the left side of her torso had so many stitches, it reminded me of a patchwork handbag that I once owned. Even though she was beautiful, I’d never known my mother to be shallow about her looks, but this would be the test of things. Her looks were destroyed. Even if the scars did fade - like the hospital staff kept assuring me they would – the meat of her flesh had been damaged. She’d never look the same again. It was her third day in the hospital when she finally woke up and spoke to me. Hap happened to have stopped in to check on her and wa
It was early morning before I roused out of bed. My cell phone was on the nightstand, which told me that my mother had come to check on me; probably more than once. It couldn’t have been later than six in the morning, so I was surprised when the smell of coffee and bacon alerted my stomach to the fact that I hadn’t eaten in a day and a half. I was starving.Assuming that it was my mother ratting around in the kitchen, I hopped out of bed. Standing still for a moment, I mentally surveyed the condition of my body. I was tender in the abdomen, but, other than being hungry, I was pretty much back to my old self.“I’m starving!” I called out as I slid my feet into a pair of slippers.I’d slept in my tee shirt and underpants. The morning was cool so I slipped into my robe before bounding toward the kitchen.I stopped short when Kenton turned around and smiled. The pl
It was late morning when I awoke to the heavy knocking on the door. I called for Kenton with a raspy voice, but he didn’t reply so I dragged myself out of bed to answer it. When I stood up, I could feel the blood gushing down my legs.“Missy? Missy, it’s Cindy. Are you in there? I went to check on the horses. Have you tended to them yet?”I leaned against the wall while I tried to make the world stop spinning. “I’m sick, Cindy. Try the door to see if it’s locked.”A loud gasp told me that the door wasn’t locked and my friend was inside. “That’s way too much blood to be your monthly. What’s going on?”My voice trembled with fear and weakness. “Can you help me?”“What do you want me to do? Do you want to go to the hospital?”I looked down at the pool of dark blood on the floor and nod
I was approaching my sixteenth birthday when my father, Walter Cramby, walked out on my mother, Maryanne Cramby, and our lives were forever changed. My brother, Josh, was at the end of his thirteenth year.To add to my mother’s woes, she was laid off not long after that from her job as a fifth-grade school teacher in the suburbs of Detroit. “Cut backs,” they said.Fortunately, my mother was in possession of a recent, sizable inheritance from her grandmother who managed to survive her husband. My grandparents were killed in a car accident when mom was in her teens. My great grandmother finished raising her. She was a spry old woman who we thought would never die. In fact, we wondered if she might outlive us all. Because of that inheritance, we weren’t destitute while she searched for work.Unfortunately, it took mom a while to get her act together to even look for employment. She spent
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