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Only a fool would think they could steal from a werewolf …
Anticipating a quiet night alone with the man she loves, Darcy’s world is sent into a spin with the arrival of someone from the past—Mason’s. She is further shocked by the intruder’s claim she may not even be the true mate of the Mystic Wolves Alpha. Accusations start to fly, leading to her new enemy being granted asylum, and this is just the beginning of trouble.
Relying on the reassurances of Mason and the support of her friends and Pack, Darcy soon falls under attack. Suspicions are raised, and with no other choice, she must flee with Devlin to safety where hopefully they can untangle the lies hidden behind the use of magic. Time is quickly ticking away, leading to a showdown where everything is on the line.
They need to uncover the truth before it’s too late, or once again, Darcy will need to fight to hold onto her dreams.
Excerpt from "Forget Me Not"!
“Do you need to walk as though a herd of elephants is running wild in my home?” he bellowed, not at all the response I expected. Devlin wore an impatient expression, and when I didn’t see him reaching for weapons, I realized the noise must be coming from only one source.
Feet appeared first on the steps, followed by the lanky body of Vlad—Devlin’s charge, family member, and general pain in the butt. I personally had a soft spot for the poor disillusioned vampire, but even I couldn’t help bursting into laughter when I got a full look at what he was wearing.
“No. Turn around and change.” Devlin’s face was one of absolute certainty, and his voice spoke volumes. “Immediately.”
“Come now, Uncle. I’m old enough to dress myself,” Vlad retorted, chuckling. “I happen to think this will impress and draw the ladies to me.” Reaching the bottom of the stairway, he turned to face the mirror, and snorted. “I’m never going to get used to not seeing my reflection.”
“You don’t need one to know you look like a fool. Why can’t you dress normally?” Devlin sighed.
“Let’s get a third opinion since it seems we can’t agree. Darcy?” Vlad finally acknowledged I was standing there, and flashed a wide grin. “What do you say? Don’t I look amazing?”
He looked so proud of himself, dressed in what could only be described as something from the eighteen century. Wearing a deep blue velvet jacket with frills from the shirt sleeves poking out at the end, his trousers fell to just below his knees. Gold buttons complemented his overcoat and as he pivoted on his toes to give me a better view, I could see a brilliant red waistcoat underneath. All he needed was the powered wig to make it perfect.
That alone would’ve been okay, but for some reason Vlad had tried to add a more updated, Goth look to the ensemble—a studded collar around his neck, black combat boots, and black eyeliner. He was a mess.
“Well ….” Words seemed to fail me as my mind tried to make sense of it all. I couldn’t imagine any occasion where Vlad would want to wear this. If he was trying to fit in, this outfit would do the exact opposite. “You look like Lestat, from Interview with a Vampire,” I blurted out, and he rewarded me with a display of white fang, seeming pleased. “If he decided to have a love child with Marilyn Manson!”
“Perfect!” He brushed by me, full of airs and grace. “Don’t wait up for me. I believe I’ll be out all night.”
The sound of Devlin coughing brought him to a stop, just as his hand reached for the doorknob. I watched his thin frame slump somewhat before Vlad twirled around, his mouth open and ready to defend himself.
“We have a guest,” Devlin stated, nodding toward me. “Or were you choosing to leave without offering a proper hello?”
Letting out a puff of air, Vlad’s face fell, and he rushed to where I stood.
“Sorry, Darcy. I didn’t mean to be rude.” Not knowing what he should do, he awkwardly stuck out his hand, and I shook it. He pumped my arm hard, refusing to let it go until I yanked it away.
“It’s good to see you again. You going to a party or something?” I smiled, trying not to laugh over Vlad’s exuberance, while Devlin leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He definitely had his hands full with this one.
“Nope, I’m heading down to a new club that just opened called Bite Me. It’s vampire night.”
I’d heard of this happening—different businesses springing up all over the place trying to capitalize on the rising fascination humans had with all things supernatural. I hadn’t personally been to one, but from what I’d been told, Bite Me was extremely popular.
“Well, if I can’t convince you to change, you can at least pick up a few items from the store on your way home. Darcy’s going to be staying here a few days, and unlike us, she’ll need food to eat,” Devlin added to the conversation.
“Do I look like your indentured servant?” Vlad gasped, a look of horrified disdain on his face, and he actually held his hand to his chest in shock.
Devlin crossed the room in three steps, a soft breeze signaling the speed it took for him to do it. One second Vlad was standing—next he was dangling in the air as his uncle held him up by his shirtfront.
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