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Huntingdawn — Anne Douglas
ACCIDENTALLY WERE?
Pearl Gordon wakes up after her first ever one-night stand to an empty bed, a plethora of love bites, and every stray canine in town serenading her bedroom window. Something's not right--neither the dogs, nor the strange canine tooth marks in the middle of all the hickeys she now wears around her neck make any sense.
When her pal Shaun can't come up with any better excuse than she was bitten by a werewolf--seriously, as if! --Shaun suggests Pearl double check with her neighbor, Rex Dixon. After all, the handsome, burly bear of a man might be practicing as a vet, but he also trained as a GP.
Angry that a Were in heat was so stupid as to sit herself down in the middle of his waiting room, Rex reacts. Only there's a few things he doesn't know about Pearl, and it seems Magic is about to poke a pin in the side of his confirmed bachelor balloon. There's a prophecy to fulfill and Fate's out hunting, and she's loaded for Were-Bear.
When Miss Priss in pearls meets Mr. Proudly Plaid in flannel, there'll be more flying than just blue sparks and fur.
WITCH VAMP WHERE?
Shaun's best friend had proven Weres existed, so why not Vampires? That's Shaun's reason for wandering a cemetery in the middle of the night, and she's sticking to it--no matter how many things go bump in the night. A girl has to do what a girl has to do to prove she's right.
As for Rob, he's the big bad wolf...err, cat...here to scare Little Gothic Riding Hood right out of her cherry-red shit-kickers and teach her a lesson about being a sticky beak. Oh the things a Pack Alpha has to do to keep pretty, pert little noses out of his business.
Jakov Pieter's just the token Vamp that Rob dragged along for atmosphere. After all, what's not fun about hanging upside down from a tree? The things a Vamp does to humor his friends...pity humoring's not all he wants to do.
Throw in a three-hundred-year-old ghost, some 7th century mythology, lots of blue sparkles, and a cryptic prophecy about a fated trio of mates, and you have all the fixings of a Greek Tragedy...or maybe it's a Romance. Capital R, double on the "man."
Which vamp where? This vamp here. And this witch and were.
Pearl Gordon wakes up after her first ever one-night stand to an empty bed, a plethora of love bites, and every stray canine in town serenading her bedroom window. Something's not right--neither the dogs, nor the strange canine tooth marks in the middle of all the hickeys she now wears around her neck make any sense.
When her pal Shaun can't come up with any better excuse than she was bitten by a werewolf--seriously, as if! --Shaun suggests Pearl double check with her neighbor, Rex Dixon. After all, the handsome, burly bear of a man might be practicing as a vet, but he also trained as a GP.
Angry that a Were in heat was so stupid as to sit herself down in the middle of his waiting room, Rex reacts. Only there's a few things he doesn't know about Pearl, and it seems Magic is about to poke a pin in the side of his confirmed bachelor balloon. There's a prophecy to fulfill and Fate's out hunting, and she's loaded for Were-Bear.
When Miss Priss in pearls meets Mr. Proudly Plaid in flannel, there'll be more flying than just blue sparks and fur.
WITCH VAMP WHERE?
Shaun's best friend had proven Weres existed, so why not Vampires? That's Shaun's reason for wandering a cemetery in the middle of the night, and she's sticking to it--no matter how many things go bump in the night. A girl has to do what a girl has to do to prove she's right.
As for Rob, he's the big bad wolf...err, cat...here to scare Little Gothic Riding Hood right out of her cherry-red shit-kickers and teach her a lesson about being a sticky beak. Oh the things a Pack Alpha has to do to keep pretty, pert little noses out of his business.
Jakov Pieter's just the token Vamp that Rob dragged along for atmosphere. After all, what's not fun about hanging upside down from a tree? The things a Vamp does to humor his friends...pity humoring's not all he wants to do.
Throw in a three-hundred-year-old ghost, some 7th century mythology, lots of blue sparkles, and a cryptic prophecy about a fated trio of mates, and you have all the fixings of a Greek Tragedy...or maybe it's a Romance. Capital R, double on the "man."
Which vamp where? This vamp here. And this witch and were.
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