by Quinn Loftis
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Coming July 25, 2021
Chapter 1
“On the first day of Christmas, my werewolf gave to me, a furball in a fir tree.”
See what I did there? ~Jen
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“On a scale of one to ten, how worried should we be that Jen is going to retaliate on the whole blue Thia thing?” Fane asked Jacque the following morning. He passed Slate to Jacque so she could nurse him. They’d both been pondering the memories Peri had ‘taken’ from them, and Jacque was sure much more had taken place than the fae had revealed. She really wanted to know the rest of the story. It’s not like Fane and Costin just dipped Thia into a tub of blue tie dye for no good reason. She looked up at her mate who was scratching his head looking very confused. Okay, so it was totally possible he and Costin had indeed dipped Thia in a tub of blue tie dye for no good reason. It was probably Costin’s idea of a joke.
“On a scale of one to ten?” she asked. “I’m going to say about twenty.” Jacque began rocking Slate in the chair. Their son was almost a year old, and she knew the nursing days were coming to an end. She would miss the quiet, bonding time, but she’d also be glad to have her girls back to herself.
“Twenty isn’t on the scale,” Fane pointed out.
“And that’s why you should be very worried. Jen is bad enough when she’s on the scale. Off the scale, things go downhill quickly.”
“Maybe we should send Slate to stay with your mom.”
Jacque shook her head. “I don’t think she’ll retaliate on Slate. You and Costin will incur her wrath. If I were you, I’d pay close attention to all bath products you use on your jewels, babe. That’s where she’s most likely to strike.”
“I thought we were just going to have a nice celebration of the holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries we’ve missed.” He was practically whining now.
“Oh, we will,” Jacque assured him. “There was going to be Jen drama, regardless. There always is. At least now we know where it’s going to be directed.”
“Why did Peri have to give that specific memory back now?”
“Well, you did say that you tolerated her vagina,” Jacque laughed. “And if I was a jealous mate, I’d be asking you what the hell you meant by tolerating her vagina.”
Fane held up his hand, shaking it at her. “I said we, males, collectively tolerate vaginas, plural. Not me, specifically.”
“Mmm, if I recall correctly, and I do—you, specifically, mentioned Peri’s vagina, specifically.”
“Could you please stop referring to her vagina as her vagina? You’re going to give me a complex,” Fane snapped.
“You already have a complex, wolf-man, lots of them actually. Would you rather me call it her pus—,”
“Jaquelyn,” he growled as his eyes began to glow with his wolf.
“You’re cranky this morning,” she said, unable to hide her grin. Was she a little worried by what Jen was going to do to get revenge? Because the woman would get revenge. Yes. Jacque was honest enough with herself to admit she feared her friend’s wrath … for legitimate reasons. She’d known the crazy blonde for a long time. The chick be messed up in the head.
“Maybe we should just cancel Christmas. There’s only a month left until the period of mourning is up and then everything is…,” his words faded off, and he met her eyes.
Jacque couldn’t hide her worry. She’d been trying hard not to think about what was to come. They’d already endured so much.
“I’m sorry, Luna,” Fane said as he walked over to her and knelt in front of her, resting one hand on her hip and the other on her knee. “I should have thought before I spoke.”
Jacque shook her head and swallowed her emotions. She found herself doing that a lot lately. “You can talk to me about anything, Fane. You know that. And I don’t want you to not talk to me because you’re worried about it stressing me out or making me more afraid. I’m not fragile.”
His beautiful lips turned up slightly. “As if I would ever make the mistake of calling you fragile, mate. You’re anything but, and you’ve proven it more times than I wish you’ve had to.”
Jacque reached up her free hand and cupped his cheek. He was so handsome. She’d never forget the first time she laid eyes on him. He’d literally taken her breath away. His face had changed a bit over the past few years. It was more angular, and no longer held the soft innocence of youth. He wore the lines of worry on his brow, and he smiled less easily. But he was still her Fane. The boy who’d stolen her heart was now the man who held it captive. “We’re not cancelling Christmas or anything else,” she said, her hand gently patting his cheek. “We will all just walk on eggshells, while we wait for Jen’s crazy retaliation plan to reveal itself. Then, in twenty years, we will look back and laugh.” Fane didn’t look convinced that he’d ever find anything Jen would do funny, ever.
“I’m going to have to order more eggnog and rum.” He stood to his feet more gracefully than a man his size should be able to.
“You and Costin are just going to have to man up,” Jacque told him and then laughed when he growled at her. “Put on your big boy wolf undies.”
“Thank you for giving me the image of Costin in his wolf form wearing a pair of boxers. Just what I wanted to picture this morning.”
“How do you know they’re boxers? He may be a briefs wolf, or even— gasp, a bikini brief.”
“If what you’re talking about wasn’t so disturbing, I might be angry that you’re thinking about Costin and his underwear,” Fane rumbled before heading to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower and try to wash these images out of my head. Thank you, Luna, for the encouraging pep talk.”
Jacque laughed as the bathroom door closed a little harder than necessary. “Your daddy is afraid of whittle ‘ole Aunt Jen.” She looked down at Slate. “To be fair, your Aunt Jen is bat-shniz crazy.” Slate just blinked, then grinned and patted her boob. Yes, Jacque would be definitely happy when only one male was once again laying claim to her girls.
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Acknowledgments
First and foremost always, thank you to my Creator. Thank you to my husband, for which there are not enough positive adjectives to apply that would do him justice. Thank you to my Beta readers, Jessica and Amy. You guys have a tough job. Keeping me in line is a nightmare…keeping my storylines straight is even worse. Thank you to my ARC readers for taking your time to read the book and give your input. I truly appreciate it. Thank you to my readers. I am continually amazed and humbled that you all keep coming back. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
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Sincerely,
Quinn
About the Author
Quinn Loftis is a multi-award-winning author of over thirty novels, including the USA Today Bestseller, Fate and Fury. When she isn’t creating exciting worlds filled with romantic werewolves, she exercises, reads, and crafts like there’s no tomorrow. She is blessed to be married to her best friend for over twenty years and they have three sons, a crazy French bulldog, and a cat that wants to take over the world.
Quinn’s Bookshelf
The Grey Wolves Series
The Gypsy Healer Series
The Elfin Series
The Dream Maker Series
The Clan Hakon Series
Nature Hunters Academy
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