by Jane Jamison
Werewolves and Wizards of West End 3
Hell and Damnation
Lilli Anderson’s job is to deliver a package to West End on Westlandia Island. However, once she sees the hot men she’s delivering it to, she’s ready to take a much-needed vacation. Why not enjoy a break, especially if she can have fun with three sexy men?
Werewolf Rogan Legacy has a problem. His inner wolf is taking over, controlling when he transforms into his wolf body. Travis Fox, a wizard, and Martin Benedict, the town’s human sheriff, are doing their best to find a cure for their friend, but time is running out. The shifts are coming faster and faster. Soon, Rogan won’t be able to shift back into his human body. He’ll stay in his wolf body forever, unable to be Lilli’s human mate.
Will Lilli find the answer to Rogan’s problem or will one of her lovers spend the rest of his days as a wolf?
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 37,146 words
HELL AND DAMNATION
Werewolves and Wizards of West End 3
Jane Jamison
MENAGE EVERLASTING

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HELL AND DAMNATION
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The inspiration for the Werewolves and Wizards of West End series came from my visit to a small island off the coast of Washington. The island was idyllic, and to this day, I would move there in a heartbeat. However, moving isn’t a possibility right now. So, instead, I decided to write about another island, a fictitious island, and indulge my fantasy. Instead of humans, this island is home to various supernatural beings, including werewolves and wizards. You know. Just to make life more interesting.
I hope you enjoy my book.
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Jane Jamison
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
About the Author
Landmarks
Cover
HELL AND DAMNATION
Werewolves and Wizards of West End 3
JANE JAMISON
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
Lilli Anderson walked off the ferry carrying the box she’d carefully guarded since traveling from Seattle up Washington State. Most of her jobs as a professional courier didn’t require her to leave Seattle, so she’d jumped at the chance to take the package.
“So this is West End, huh?”
“Sure is.” The woman who’d answered her kept on walking, shooting her a smile before returning her attention to pushing her bike up the walkway.
Lilli had done an online search on West End. Not that there had been a lot of information to find. Most of it focused on the island’s tourism with names of restaurants and hotels. The rest of the information was an accumulation of stories about witches, wizards, werewolves, and other spooky creatures. Of course, she hadn’t believed any of the wild tales, assuming they were shared in an effort to give the small island town an air of mystery. The height of the tourist season was over, though, which made getting a room easy. Especially since it was on someone else’s dime.
The town was small and quaint. Seafood restaurants lined the two main roads while gift shops hung out I Love West End T-shirts. A town center boasted a large clock tower, a porpoise decorating the face of the clock. The marina was filled with boats of all sizes, including one that looked like an old pirate ship. Speedboats, along with kayaks and cruise ships, dotted the harbor. The ferry she’d taken from the mainland would leave soon, blowing its horn to tell smaller vessels to get out of the way. A light breeze blew as birds called overhead.
This place is beautiful. Definitely better than the streets of Seattle.
Seattle was a large major city, and as such, it had its problems with dirt, grime, and congestion. If she could live in a place like West End, she’d count herself lucky. But what would she do in a town this size? She doubted they needed a courier. From what she’d read, the town was only a couple of miles wide, easily walked.
At least she was staying overnight. She’d made sure she would by taking one of the later ferries. Who knew how long it would take to find Mr. Travis Fox? It could take thirty minutes or hours if he was on the other side of Westlandia Island. She started up the slight hill toward her hotel, the package safely cradled in her arm and her backpack heavy on
her back.
She was checked into her room in no time. A view of the marina greeted her as she dumped her backpack and the package on top of the bed. Opening the sliding glass door, she drew in a long breath.
“No smog. No awful noises. Yeah, I could get used to this.”
But she had a job to do. The faster she got the job done, the sooner she could relax and explore the sights. A good fish dinner was in her future, as well as a tasting at one of the local wineries.
Pocketing her phone and hotel key, she picked up the box and headed for the lobby. With the hotel seemingly empty, she didn’t have long to wait for the girl behind the counter to come and help her.
“Is everything all right with your room, miss?” The girl was pleasant with big brown eyes and an oval face. The nameplate pinned to her blouse tilted to the side.
“Definitely. It’s great, Darla. But I wanted to ask you if you knew a specific man. The only address I have for him is Wild Wind Ranch of West End.”
“Oh, sure. I know the ranch. Who are you looking for?”
Although she had the name memorized, she checked the package, anyway. “I need to find Mr. Travis Fox.”
Darla’s smile faded a little. “Mr. Fox. That’s right. He’s part owner of the ranch.”
“Great.” Why did Darla act as though she didn’t want to give her any more information? “Can you give me directions? I really want to get this to him as soon as possible.”
The girl’s gaze slid over her shoulder. “Um, perhaps the sheriff can help you.”
Sheriff? Had she done something wrong? She pivoted around to find a very handsome man dressed simply in jeans, a long-sleeve white shirt, boots, and a white cowboy hat striding toward her. “I didn’t know the island had cowboys.”
Damn. What a stupid thing to say.
His smile forgave her. “Hi. I’m Martin Benedict. Call me Martin.”
Not Sheriff Benedict, but Martin. “Okay. And I’m Lilli Anderson.” She attempted to shake his hand but couldn’t do so and keep the box steady.
“We actually have several ranches on the island, along with a few wineries, an alpaca ranch, and more. I’m guessing you haven’t been here long.” His gaze dropped to the package then back up before returning to the package a second time.
“Nope. In fact, I just got here.” She gave him a once-over. He had a fit body, not too muscular, but toned. His rich cocoa-colored hair was thick and kept neatly trimmed. Inquisitive brown eyes gave her a once-over of his own.
“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” He paused, the smile widening. “Actually, that’s a lie. Call it an occupational hazard, but I’ve got to keep my eyes and ears open at all times. What with the crime spree going on in town.”
“The crime—” She stopped, realizing he was joking. “Oh, right. Big time violence and crime here, I bet.”
“It’s massive. Gang drive-bys, the whole thing. Which excuses my need to listen in on all the gossip.” He tilted his head, his gaze jumping back to Darla. “Of course, I’d never admit it.”
“Don’t worry about me,” answered Darla. “I won’t breathe a word.”
Lilli guessed his age to be around the mid or late thirties. He had a confident manner about him, a vibe that said he was charge, yet she sensed an underlying laid-back attitude she liked. “Can you give me directions to the ranch?”
Again, his attention went to the package. “Do you have a way to get there? It’s a few miles out of town along some winding roads.”
“I’m going to rent a car or a scooter, if that’s easier.” She’d read about a rental place not far from her hotel. Then again, almost everything wasn’t far from the hotel. Except, it seemed, the ranch.
“You could do that, but the rental place is closed.”
“Already? It’s not even five yet.” What kind of business closed up shop early on a weekday?
“Islanders have their own notions about time. A lot of folks like to take off in the afternoon to go fishing or kayaking, especially now that most of the tourists have gone home.”
Not having the means to get to the ranch would put a major crimp in her plans. “I don’t blame them, but now I need to find a different way to the ranch. I’m supposed to make this delivery today. If I don’t—” She stopped, aware that he didn’t need to know about her less-than-spectacular job performance.
“Your boss will be on your butt?”
“That’s about the size of it.” Her boss, Harland Merriton, was a jerk and a half. Even if she did everything right, he’d find something bad to say. Like her hair wasn’t combed well enough. Or he didn’t think she’d dressed professionally. Who cared how a courier dressed as long as they received their deliveries on time? If Old Man Merriton could see her right then with her tennis shoes, torn jeans, and hair tied back in a messy ponytail, he’d have a fit.
“Then why work for him?”
“Um, because I need to pay my rent.”
“I get that, but what would you rather be doing?”
How had they gotten on the subject of her future? Still, she didn’t mind telling him. Everyone had hopes and dreams. “I’d rather live someplace like this and be an artist.”
“Then do it. Life’s too short to be working at a job you hate.”
“Okay, then, thanks for your input.” She grinned, letting him know she was kidding. “Terrific. So how many paintings should I put you down for? Two? Three? I’ll give you a multi-purchasae discount.”
He chuckled, liking her joke. “Sorry. I butt in sometimes when I shouldn’t.” He motioned toward the exit. “I can take you out to the ranch, if you want. Travis and Rogan are good friends of mine.”
She hesitated. Yet if she couldn’t trust the sheriff, who could she trust? “Sure. If you don’t mind.”
“Nah, it’s no problem. I was going to run out there, anyway.” Again, his gaze went to the box. “Or I could deliver that for you.”
She tightened her hold. “Sorry. I’m supposed to personally put it in his hands.”
“Got it.” He started for the door then pivoted around when she didn’t follow. “Is there a problem?”
Was there? She almost asked then held her tongue. “Nope. No problem. Let’s go.”
He opened the door for her then pointed at a pickup. “Hop in.”
“Is that the official squad car? Or are you off duty?” Would it matter? Should she ride with an off-duty sheriff? Yet, she didn’t sense any ill will. In fact, everything she sensed was good. Very good.
Maybe after I get this job done, I’ll get him to invite me out for a drink.
Exploring the town would be a lot more fun with him as her personal guide. Then, afterward, they could walk along the pier or go back to his place. He hurried to her side, opened the door, then strode around to the driver’s side. Her gaze landed on his butt, his jeans molding his firm, hard ass in just the right way.
Nice. Really nice.
“Is there a holdup?”
She blinked as he turned around and fixed those dreamy eyes on her. “Nope.”
“You sure say nope a lot.”
She paused then pushed the box in first and climbed in. After buckling up, she put the package on her lap, once more protecting it. “I do? Does it bother you?”
“Nope.” His eyes sparkled. “I like it.”
He’s a funny guy. Another plus in his favor.
He started the engine then pulled out of the parking lot and onto one of the main roads. “Do you know what’s in there?” He thrust his chin toward the box.
Nope. Instead, she answered, “Not a clue. But it doesn’t matter, and it’s none of my business.”
“What if it’s drugs?” He kept his attention on the road.
She’d wondered often about the contents, but it wasn’t as though she could open it up and peek. “Then whoever sent it and the guy receiving it are in trouble. I’m only the girl that carries the thing from one point to another. Why? Do you think this Travis Fox is the type to receive drugs through the
mail?”
“Nope.”
She rolled her eyes, acknowledging his poke at her expense.
“I’m only playing with you. Knowing Travis, it’s probably some strange kind of herbs or plants. Nothing illegal, just difficult to find anywhere, much less on this island.”
“Herbs, huh?” She imagined people had ordered stranger things.
“Travis is kind of an amateur…scientist.”
“A scientist?” Judging from the way he’d paused before saying so, she doubted “scientist” was the right word.
“Kind of.”
She looked away, enjoying the sights. It didn’t take long before they were out of the town and driving down a road that curved as much as it ran straight. A few houses dotted the green rolling hills, and white clouds added to the picturesque landscape. Horses and cattle grazed peacefully in pastures.
“Tell me about the island. Are there many other towns?”
“A couple of other small ones on the other side, but West End is the one that draws the most tourists.”
“Other than the scenery and peace and quiet, what’s the main attraction?”
“The water, mostly. People come to boat, kayak, and to go out on whale watching expeditions.”
“That’s right. I remember reading about those.”
“Ever been on one?”
“Nope.” Suddenly, she was hyper-aware of how often she said the word. “But I’d love to go sometime. I’ve never seen a whale before.”
“Not even at an aquarium?”
