After I lost my dad, my roommate, with his tighty-whitey, pizza eating, gaming habits, wasn’t worth staying in Seattle for. So when I’m offered a job at an upscale mansion in the middle of Bum-Fuck-Ohio, I take it. I mean, what do I have to lose?
Not only do I discover that my exceptionally good-looking, albeit moody, landlord is a werewolf, (A-Freaking-Werewolf!) but get this… and it’s the real kicker, we’re fated mates! The lust I feel for him is off the charts, which is odd since I’m human and humans being fated to werewolves is basically unheard of. There’s also the fact that I keep passing out and having these crazy dreams that scare Ryker half to death.
Then, I find out that it’s no coincidence that my boss hired me. It seems everyone knows more about me and the fact that I might not actually be human after all, than I do.
As I learn more about what I am, I’m left with more questions than answers. I do know that if left untrained, I’m dangerous for both Ryker and his pack. I have to fix that and fast!
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EXCERPT: I shook off those thoughts. Thinking about Ryker’s hurtful rejection wasn’t going to do me any good. No, I needed to figure out what Mindy and Ryker were talking about, and I needed to decide how far off the cuckoo train they’d flown.
Wanting to get on with the lunacy of magic, I prompted, “So you think my ring is magical?” I asked humorously.
Ryker didn’t smile. He didn’t do anything to communicate that he was joking when he finally replied. “No. The ring is a ruby, and it’s a conduit of your magic. The ring will alert you to danger. Sometimes it’s a reaction to how you’re feeling, and sometimes it will alert you before you are aware. The ring has no power. It’s you that is wielding it.”
Well, that sounded… “Are you high?” I asked.
He shook his head quickly as if saying, what the hell.
“Smoke some ganja?”
“Ganja?” he asked with a small amount of humor lacing his words.
“Weed, pot, Mary Jane. You know, cannabis.”
“I know what weed is. I can assure you I’m not high.”
“Not tripping either, Ariel.”
“Elle,” I corrected, gritting my teeth. “Stop calling me, Ariel.”
“You really have no idea what you are, do you?” What in the actual what!
“Uh… human. Is this the part where you tell me, I’m on MTV and am being punked?”
Ryker laughed, and the sound of his deep rumble warmed my insides.
“Ugh, you never saw that show with Ashton Kutcher?” I looked at him like, ‘Is it ringing a bell?’
“I don’t watch much TV.”
“Of course you don’t,” I mumbled, then squinted my eyes at him. “Are you guys in some type of strange cult or something? I’m not drinking your Kool-Aid. The next thing you’ll tell me is, ‘I do believe in fairies. I do. I do.”
He sighed, “Sometimes, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Abby McCarthy is a reader and a lover of words. She is a blogger turned author and released her first novel in May 2014. She is a mother of three, a wife, and a dog person. She has always written, sometimes poetry, sometimes just to vent about failed relationships, however in parenthood she has found her voice to help keep her sanity. Words have flowed from her, to review, and with the support of amazing friends in the Indie community, she has decided to pursue her dream of writing! She loves to write and read romance because isn’t that something we all yearn for? Whether it be flowers and hand holding or just the right tug on your hair. Isn’t that what life is about? The human connection?