Tails: Werewolf (eBook) - The Coin Toss #2

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253 pages | eBook | 6x9"
Date of publication: 07/17/2015
  • ISBN: 978-1-941984-83-3
  • Model: 50336 words

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Heat Rating: 2 Flames

 

Timber's blind date comes with a few surprises. He's a werewolf bidding to take over as pack alpha, his nemesis is out to kill him and anyone that might get in the way, and oh, yeah, she's his mate.

Timber believes true love only belongs in fairy tales, but reluctantly agrees to attend the annual social event of the season and meet her blind date for the evening: a werewolf.

Rock doesn't need the complication of a human mate, not with the present pack alpha stepping down, a violent struggle to claim the position a few short days away, and a deadly rival set upon taking the throne for himself.

Will they pull together as fate deemed in order to save the pack and themselves or will the difference between them prove too large a hurdle to overcome? Can Timber open her heart to a part time fur bearer and recognize love can exist if only given a chance?

CONTENT ADVISORY: This is a significantly expanded and re-edited re-release story.

 

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"Come on, Timber. You have to go. It's the big event."

Timber glanced up from her computer to find the social diva of the office staring down at her with a look of desperation mixed with determination. The petite redhead knew anyone and everyone even remotely attached to the various city departments and then some, especially the police special crimes division, the area they both worked in.

Though Ginger meant well, Timber had no inclination to attend the upcoming New Year's Eve party. "I don't think so." Her attention returned to the legal letter one of the city's lawyers had handed her earlier to be typed, signed, and mailed out.

"Please."

Releasing a long sigh, Timber abandoned her work for the moment. "It's nothing personal. I just don't have any interest in dressing up for a big social event where I'll end up snacking from the buffet table all night in between sessions of wallflower-hood. As interesting as people watching can be, I prefer to do it at a more reasonable hour with more comfortable clothing on."

Ginger shook her head. "It won't be like that. I've lined up dates for you and Charlotte already."

Blinking, Timber stared dumbly at Ginger.

After years of flitting from one man to another, Ginger had recently latched onto one single man, surprising everyone that knew her with the several-month longevity of her relationship with a noted local vampire. Overflowing with bubbly energy, Ginger now made it a mission to share her happiness with those she cared for. Timber and her best friend Charlotte fell into that category. Unfortunately, the level of enjoyment Ginger demanded they reach revolved around finding the perfect male partner for a lifetime of adventure.

Timber applauded her friend for finding love, an elusive and rare event in her opinion and experience. Those who found it were gifted with a special blessing. The rest of the population admired from a distance, trying to mimic the event, only to fall time and again. Much like learning to ride a bicycle, they skinned their knees, wiped their tears, and hopped back on the seat once more. A few found a perfect fit. Some managed to navigate well enough to stay upright. Others, like her, never seemed to make it past the need for training wheels.

"Timber. I promise. This year will be different. Just say you will. Do it for me?"

She squinted against the brightness of Ginger's orange outfit that somehow managed to avoid clashing with her crimson locks. If anyone could pull off fashion, it was Ginger.

"I'll consider it while I go for coffee." Standing, she walked toward the small employee kitchen, her mind whirling along the way.

Long ago, she gave up the dream of being plucked from a field of daisies and placed in a vase for a master painter to admire and replicate on canvas. In all honesty, she had never qualified as a beauty. Brains, yes. Knock out body, no. In her estimation, men appreciated the physical side of a woman much more than her intellect. The fact didn't speak for the power of thought on their behalf, unless you counted their ego and libido. She didn't.

Flipping a long blonde lock back over her shoulder, she grabbed her coffee mug from the cupboard and filled it with the steaming beverage. Taking a sip, she considered a way to wiggle out of the party without hurting Ginger's feelings.

Ginger nailed the importance of the event on the head. Everyone attended the annual party hosted by the city administrators, glamoured out in their finest clothes, the latest fashion fads, and prepared to make the best impression with a beauty attached to their arm. Other species attended as well. Humans, vampires, and shape shifters all came together for a night of celebration.

Her area, the special crimes department of the police department, came about when the other species decided to step into the spotlight, proclaiming centuries of myths to be true, and, in turn, sending the human population into a fit of panic. Massive splits erupted with people forced to take sides. Either you loved those with fangs or you hated them, wishing them gone forever from the earth. Violence broke out with all three groups, vampires, shifters, and humans, at war.

Leaders from all DNA-bearing groups gathered to hammer out new legislation and regulations, searching frantically for ways to ensure peace once and for all. Thus, they created the special crimes unit, whose Guardians accepted the task to curb interspecies violence and hatred, nipping it in the bud if able, eliminating the source permanently if avoidance wasn't possible. Regular crime remained under the jurisdiction of the police; only issues dealing with more than one species acting out against one another caught the attention of the highly trained, well paid, and lethal Guardians.

All those connected with protecting and ensuring quiet across the region would attend tomorrow night's gala.

Timber leaned back against the cabinet while taking another sip of the strong brew.

Her immediate family line all fell short when it came to relationships with the opposite sex. Both her mother and grandmother became pregnant by fly-by-night men who vanished once they found out about impending fatherhood. Considering the lack of men in their lives, Timber counted herself pretty darn lucky. Childhood friends suffered through dysfunctional family issues and divorces, while she lived and learned from a single parent. Her mother, Lisa, boasted that she didn't need a man around the house to only create more work for her while tossing out orders from a recliner as he drank beer and watched television. She bashed men now and again, but proved her point. Rarely did Lisa call for handyman assistance when she could simply pull out a book or owners' manual, purchase her own replacement parts, and save the repair cost on most appliances. She prided herself on independence, passing the same motto to her only daughter.

Living in a small one bedroom apartment, Timber could easily rely on her pokey landlord to fix all the minor inconveniences of modern living, but preferred to take care of most problems herself. After all, why live with cold showers for a week when she could break out her tool kit and remedy the issue before most of the people in her wing of the building even realized there was a problem? For the small monthly rent, she could grease a few pipes on the side and call it a fair exchange.

She could have gone into the plumbing business or even taken a position as a factory worker building an assortment of appliances, but she had gravitated toward the special crimes unit when she'd moved to the area to attend college five years earlier. The pay disappointed, but a healthy benefits package soothed the income sting. Timber agreed with their philosophy and goals, enjoyed her co-workers, along with the entire workplace atmosphere, and eagerly caught glimpses of the infamous Guardians as they went through the motions of each day.

The ticking clock caught her attention. Time to get back to work.

Without a reasonable excuse to skip the party, Timber strode back to the work area, coffee mug in hand.

Ginger sat at a desk while Charlotte stood with a hip propped up on the corner. By the sounds of the conversation and the frown on the brunette's face, Timber quickly caught the gist of the situation.

"Is she trying to convince you to go to the party?" She aimed her question to Charlotte, her best friend at work and in life.

"You guys need to get out and have some fun. Good grief. It's just one night. One party. Heck, if you get technical, it's for four or five hours, tops. What can it hurt to meet a guy, dance a little, share a kiss to celebrate the New Year?" Ginger threw up her hands in frustration while staring them both down.

Char glanced at Timber and sighed. "I'm driving myself to the party and home."

Timber crumbled beneath the pressure. If both their dates bombed, at least Charlotte and she could console one another over a fruit plate.

With a nod, she agreed with her friend. "Me, too. But, I'm not wearing one of those slinky dresses and high heels that some women shove themselves into for the occasion," she hastily added, making it known she had no intention of dashing out the door and to the nearest shopping mall to procure something fancy to wear for a single night. Her tight budget couldn't withstand impulsive purchases.

For the first time Ginger beamed. "Fine. Fine. As long as you're there, that's what counts."

Shaking her head, Timber watched Ginger with amusement. "I don't know how Deacon gets anything past you."

At the name, Ginger's smile showed teeth. "Oh, he tries, but I run circles around him."

Timber didn't doubt it for a second.

Charlotte fretted with her hair. "Aren't you going to tell us about the guys? Which one do I get?"

Ginger waved her hand. "Of course. And I suck at matchmaking, so I came up with a better idea."

Intrigued, Timber stepped closer. "What idea?" It was one thing to agree to a probable disaster of a blind date, but an altogether other thing when it involved one of Ginger's schemes.

"We're going to toss a coin to decide who gets which date." Pulling a quarter from her pants pocket, Ginger showed it to them both.

"Are you insane? Why can't you just tell us about them and let us decide which fits us best?" Char protested.

Ginger shook her head. "You two are pretty much peas in the same pod. I think either would do for each of you. Besides, if you don't like one, then you can always trade."

Setting her cup aside, Timber absently shrugged. "I guess it really doesn't matter." It's not like they were flipping to find their soul mates. Those didn't exist in her world. More than likely, the guy assigned to her would show up, treat her politely for a bit, then wander off and never return. When she considered that possibility, the "who" really didn't matter.

"Who's going to call?"

"Go ahead, Timber." Char gestured toward the coin Ginger palmed.

"Okay. Tails."

The coin flipped through the air and bounced across the desk, before rolling to a stop with the tails side up.

"Great." Ginger pulled two envelopes out of her top desk drawer and handed them over. "Meet your men."

Timber sucked in a breath before opening the top flap. Pulling out a sheet of paper, she read quickly, her mouth falling open at the words printed neatly on the white page.

Rockwell Hunter, prominent member of the Bay City wolf pack.

"My date is a werewolf?"

About the series: Two human women. Two paranormal men. A toss of the coin will decide who escorts whom on New Year's Eve.

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Growing up in the Midwest, I began reading romance novels in high school, immediately falling in love with the genre, to the point where I decided to write professionally for a career. However, that dream splattered against a brick wall, resulting in a quick death in my first writing class in college when my professor told me bluntly that I wasn't any good at it. I shifted gears quickly, and left my writing dreams behind, eventually settling on becoming a nurse.

A few years back, I stumbled across a fan-fiction writing site on a favorite author's webpage. I began to read stories others wrote, not only making some wonderful close friends from the experience, but also, really learning to write for the very first time. Here I was able to share short stories, practice my writing skills, and truly develop into a writer. More than that, the experience allowed me to revitalize my dream, as I rediscovered joy in writing. Now, I spend my days off with my alpha male characters, quick witted heroines, and see how much trouble everyone can get into.

When I'm not working or writing, I enjoy working in the garden, canning, and seeing my backyard as a living canvas for my whimsical landscaping, and, of course, reading romance novels.

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