Praise for the writing of Camille Anthony Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the City This short novel was riveting -- I started it about 10 p.m. one night, thinking I would read a few pages before going to bed. I kept saying to myself, “Just a few more pages...” until I finished it and discovered it was midnight! Thank goodness this seems to be the first in a series. Keep writing, Camille! -- Jean, Fallen Angel Reviews This reviewer was very impressed. Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the City is not a welcomed addition to my book collection, it is a MUST HAVE addition!!! I look forward to the next installment of this series. -- Faith Jacobs, Just Erotic Romance Reviews I found the characters in this story to be fantastic. The humor itself will have you in stitches. The love story opens doors to the imagination in most usual ways.The love scenes between Hunter and Melody gives true meaning to the title Wild in the City. Enjoy! -- Diane Tugman , The Romance Studio Ms. Anthony blows the “norm” out of the water with this story and I’m curious to see where she takes it. Kudos, Ms. Anthony, for the unusual twist you give this story! -- Pam L., A Romance Review Ms. Anthony throws the predictable shifter story in the dust and gives the reader a unique, fascinating and satisfyingly erotic read. This is definitely a keeper. -- Jennifer Brooks, Coffee Time Romance Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the Cityis now available from Loose Id. WEREWULF JOURNALS: WEDDINGS, BELLS, AND A BROWNIE Camille Anthony www.loose-id.com Warning This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Loose Id e-books are for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. * * * * * This book is rated: For substantial explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable (sex with shapeshifters in shifted form). Werewulf Journals: Weddings, Bells, and a Brownie Camille Anthony This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Published by Loose Id LLC 1802 N Carson Street, Suite 212-29 Carson City NV 89701-1215 www.loose-id.com Copyright © December 2005 by Camille Anthony All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared in any form, including, but not limited to printing, photocopying, faxing, or emailing without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC. ISBN 1-59632-204-7 Available in Adobe PDF, HTML, MobiPocket , and MS Reader Printed in the United States of America Editor: Maryam Salim Cover Artist: April Martinez www.loose-id.com Prologue “Hunter, stop your arguing. No one just walks into a church and waltzes out with two-ton bells without someone seeing them. The bells are missing. Therefore, it’s a paranormal crime and falls under your jurisdiction. The NHP team is assigned this case, and that’s my final word.” “We non-human protectors didn’t sign on to ‘deal’ with these petty crimes, Morrison, and you know that.” “I don’t give a flying fuck. For your information, this crime isn’t petty. It’s demoralizing to a lot of people because those bells are an integral part of their worship services. Besides, the department pays all of you a disgustingly high salary. You better believe you’ll earn every penny.” “We do -- in hazard pay.” Hunter McCallum glared at the commissioner, wondering if his present resentment stemmed from being saddled with this latest case or from their ongoing feud. “What did you do before you had the NHP to handle your department’s workload, Kevin?” Morrison crossed his arms and glared back. “We humans humped our asses just likeevery other normal policeman before us. We didn’t have any paranormal superpowers to help us solve crime or bring in the bad guys. We did it with good old-fashioned brains, sweat, and footwork.” “That’s what this is really all about, isn’t it, Kev ?Jealous?” The commissioner’s mouth twisted. His light brown complexion darkened with the flush of heated anger as he slid the file on the missing church bells across the table to Hunter. “Hardly, but speaking of footwork, here’s another case for you -- a kidnapping.” He waved another manila folder in Hunter’s face,then pushed it over. “Four floors up, doors locked. Kid’s in the nursery. Mother in the kitchen -- never heard anyone come in. Window’s open, baby’s gone. There’ve been two more snatches since this one was called in.” “Gee, Kev , you have anyone question Mary Poppins ? She seems to fit the MO on this one.” Lips curled in disdain, Hunter took the files off the table and crammed them under his arm. By the Moon, he could already hear the guys complaining. Even Indigo would have a few choice words confronted with cases like these. “I don’t need your sass. Just solve the cases.” A frustrated sigh lifted Hunter’s shoulders. “Most of the team is on loan hunting that rogue were-polar bear in Alaska, and I have a wedding to prepare for, you know?” “Postpone it.” Hunter’s eyes rounded as his jaw dropped. “ Postponeit?” Thinking of what Melody would do to his balls if he stupidly suggested postponing her wedding chilled him. “You must be fucking insane.” Morrison’s eyebrows rose. “The wedding isn’t until New Year’s Eve. You have time to complete these assignments and do whatever pre-nuptial chores the little woman has mapped out for you.” “What’s the matter, Social Climbing Ken? Smarting ’cause you’re gonna miss the San Franciscan social event of the year?” Hunter made no effort to hide his smirk. “Hey, dude, look on the bright side -- at least you don’t have to dress up in a tuxedo and waddle around like a penguin ...” * * * * * Ariclestapped the massive bell with a small, lead hammer. The deep, true tone reverberated in the room, the golden echoes splashing gently against the far walls in fainter and then fainter volume. The last low note lingered softly on the air, humming in a deep bass that shook bones and sinew. “This one ... this is the most important one. We’ll take it last -- it’ll be easier that way.” “Taking them won’t be the problem, Aricles .” The vampire’s body emerged from the shadows. Sauntering into the middle of the room, hands stuffed in the pockets of his greatcoat, he glanced up at his youthful team member. “Putting them back unobserved, without alerting the other team members, will be the greater challenge.” The Greek demi -god turned and bent a long, considering look on his cohort. “Are you in or out?” “Oh, definitely in.I love a good challenge.” * * * * * From the darkness, discerning brown eyes observed the tableau by the Dumpster, mouth tight with compassionate pity. Sliding deeper in the shadows, she frowned as this little family’s tragic story unfolded before her. The young mother stared down into the face of the sleeping infant, loathing and hatred stamped on her features. “ Abomination!”Hushed and vehement, her hissed cry sounded clearly in the ears of the one keeping vigil. “By rights, I should strangle or drown you now -- it would be the kindest thing ...” The anger in her voice woke the baby and it mewled, its little mouth working. A thin, hungry wail shattered the near silence of the deserted back street, and the woman jerked about, body taut, eyes glowing and muscles tight in readiness. Finding no threat, she returned her attention to the infant in her arms. “ I dare not take you with me!You’ve already stolen months from my life, trapping me in this grotesque form.” Taking a last, furtive look around, the woman -- barely older than a girl -- lifted the heavy lid and tossed the baby into the bin. The small bit of abandoned flesh screamed in startled reaction to the cold and the abrupt landing. The harried mother slammed the lid down on the baby’s cries, backing away from the trash receptacle with cautious haste. The guardian nodded sagely, not surprised when the young woman dropped to all fours and quickly morphed into a lovely silver-haired wolf. As the animal trotted away without a backward glance, the watcher came out of the shadows and scurried over to the bin. A wave of her small hand and the space before her sparkled with tiny motes of light glittering on the night air. A pattern of power danced over the Dumpster as the lid lifted and the silent baby floated upward, hovering on nothingness. Arms stretched to receive him from theair, the petite being crooned a lullaby, coaxing a tentative smile from the infant. The baby peered up into the wizened face of his savior and gurgled a tentative greeting. “Little wulf , you will do well,” the being promised, cuddling the baby close to her generous breast. “First, we must find you something to eat, and second, a place to abide ...” A lump of coal, dense black and just the size of the newborn, o...
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