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  Werewolves of Forever, Texas 15

  Wolf to Wolf

  Malia Bloom takes an impromptu adventure and winds up in Forever. Although she has a boyfriend back home in Houston, she can’t help but be drawn to three gorgeous hunks. But do they really believe they’re werewolves? Or are they just plain crazy?

  Werewolves Darrold Brack, and cousins Mike and Byton Woodston know the connection when they feel it. They’ve found their destined mate. The problem is Malia’s a headstrong woman who will not be tamed easily. To get some time alone with her, they have to throw her over a shoulder and kidnap her.

  Kidnapped—yet loving it—Malia fights the growing attraction. The three amazing, melt-her-panties men claim she’s their mate and damn if she doesn’t believe them. Yet when her boyfriend shows up, she has to make a choice. Fur’s bound to fly if she can’t tame all the men.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifters, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 38,482 words

  WOLF TO WOLF

  Werewolves of Forever, Texas 15

  Jane Jamison

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  WOLF TO WOLF

  Copyright © 2017 by Jane Jamison

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-561-4

  First Publication: August 2017

  Cover design by Les Byerley

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  DEDICATION

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome to Forever. If you’ve never visited my small Texas town, you’re in for a treat. If you’re a regular visitor, then sit right down at Milly’s counter, order a rare burger, and enjoy!

  Yours,

  Jane Jamison

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  From an early age, Jane Jamison was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, aliens, and whatever else might be hiding in her bedroom closet. To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.

  Born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she’s downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together and found her life’s true ambition: to be a romance author.

  Jane spends each day locked in her office surrounded by her two furry bundles of joy and the heroes and heroines she loves. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing until her fingers fall off.

  Jane also writes as Beverly Rae.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Landmarks

  Cover

  WOLF TO WOLF

  Werewolves of Forever, Texas 15

  JANE JAMISON

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  “Damn, Bill, do you even care if I come home?” Malia Bloom glanced at the phone propped on the dashboard of her car. She’d been returning from Oklahoma City where she’d visited relatives. A week of answering the question “Why aren’t you married yet?” had just about driven her insane. Then, when well-meaning aunts and cousins had chimed in with suggestions on how to get her boyfriend to propose, she’d had to call it quits, telling them that she had to leave because of an emergency at work. Of course, no one believed her excuse. After all, how many dental hygienists had emergency situations at work? Still, they’d taken the hint, had hugged her good-bye, and waved as she’d slammed on the gas, more than ready to put them behind her.

  As soon as she’d crossed the Oklahoma-Texas border, she’d called her boyfriend, Bill Miller, who was still at home in Houston. He’d had the good sense not to go with her to visit her relatives.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I want you to come home,” said Bill.

  Yet, she could detect no eagerness in his voice, no obvious need to see her. How long had it been that way? As the days had passed, as they’d gone about their daily routines, had they somehow lost the zing of romance? When she’d given it thought—which, admittedly, wasn’t often—she’d had to admit she was beginning to think of Bill as more of a treasured friend than as a lover. Still, although his apparent apathy wasn’t unexpected, it hurt.

  “I know you want me to come home—did he?—but do you really want me to come home?”

  Their discussion wasn’t anything new. She’d tried before to elicit a more emotional answer out of her boyfriend of two years. Yet Bill seemed unable to express his feelings on a grander scale. She ached to hear him urge her to come home. She yearned to hear him tell her he was missing her so much that he couldn’t wait to see her. Not because she loved and needed him and ached to have sex with him. But a girl wanted to feel wanted even when she wasn’t sure about the relationship.

  Had they always lacked passion? Had she simply imagined it at the beginning? Or had it been there and then slowly died over the years? Not only did Bill not want to get married, she didn’t want to, either. That alone was telling. She’d always wanted a loving husband, someone to share her life. Didn’t the fact that neither of them wanted to get married spell an ominous future for their relationship?

  “I don’t understand what you want me to say.”

  How could she put how she was feeling into words? How could she tell him that she needed more from him, that she wanted a man who would grab her, take her, and make her his? Not that she wanted to be submissive in all ways, but in a sexual way, hell yes.

  What was she trying to do anyway? Why was she trying to stir up trouble? Bill was a faithful, good-hearted, hardworking man. What more could a woman want? It wasn’t as though she wanted a hero from the pages of some silly romance novel. She was a strong, independent woman who didn’t need a man to complete her life. Yet, not needing a man wasn’t the same as not wanting one. And the man she wanted would be all man, almost primal in the way he treated her in bed.

  She sighed then answered, “I don’t think I know, either. I guess I’m just a little tired. Forget I said anything.” Saying she was a little tired was not only becoming repetitive, but boring, too. How often did she use the excuse
? Too often. Maybe she was partly to blame. Maybe she’d helped them get into a rut that they couldn’t seem to shake off. If she wanted their relationship to work, she’d have to put more effort into it.

  But do I want it to work?

  Her stomach tightened.

  The fact that I’m asking the question is bad. Very bad.

  “Why don’t you find someplace to stop for the day? There’s no real emergency at work to rush home for,” suggested Bill. “You should take a little time for yourself. You deserve it. I know how draining it can be to be with your family.” His chuckle came through the phone’s speaker. “For you, I mean. Not for me. You know how much I love your family.”

  Uh-huh. He was kidding, trying to lighten the mood. If there was one thing she liked about Bill, it was that he knew how to make her smile. Making her smile counted for something. But was it enough? “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should take a day or two to unwind before getting back into work.” After all, she did have another week of vacation coming. Why not use it? But where would she go? Could she take valuable time off without Bill? What about the vacation they’d been talking about? Yet that was all they’d done. Just talk. As though neither one of them really wanted to take a trip together.

  “Good idea. Take it on a whim. Go wherever you want. Go somewhere you’ve never been before. It’ll be like having an adventure.”

  The idea of an adventure was exciting. Yet, why hadn’t he suggested he should come with her? Why wouldn’t anyone’s boyfriend want to come with them on a grand adventure? Even if it wasn’t so grand. Then again, why hadn’t she suggested he come along? Doubt about their relationship flooded her again. Her stomach churned. Were they trying to hang on to something that no longer existed?

  Maybe you really are just tired. Bill’s a great guy, and you’re a lucky girl to have him. Remember that.

  Still, the idea of hurrying home to him seemed…sad. Disappointing.

  “You know what? You’re right. I do deserve a breather. I think I’ll give it a try.” Her gaze stayed forward as she drove along the highway. “Not sure where I’ll end up, but I’ll call you and let you know, okay?” A road sign caught her attention.

  Forever. Population…

  The number noting the population was covered with dirt. Yet, it had to be a small town. She’d never heard of the place.

  She glanced in her rearview mirror as she passed the sign. She wasn’t even sure it was a regulation, government-issued sign. The ragged edges of the sign looked like someone had tacked a board onto a pole and painted on the name of the town. As though someone had wanted to mark the way to a place no one ever visited.

  “Sounds like a plan to me. But don’t worry about me. I trust you to get in touch when you need to.”

  He trusted her. Because she was his girlfriend? Or was their trust built more on a friendship? They were definitely friends. Or, at least, that was how they’d started out. Then, slowly, over time, they’d grown closer, using their friendship in what she’d hoped was a solid base for everlasting love. But had time taken them in different directions. Had time and familiarity allowed them to grow apart?

  Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Then again, maybe not.

  “Are you sure?”

  Say something. Tell me to come home. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to say? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to want you to say?

  She waited a few moments, giving him another chance to say he wanted her home. Or to say he wanted to be with her on her adventure. Yet there was nothing but silence. Maybe that was the most telling sign of all, she thought. The silence between them was growing longer, strangely, more deafening by the day.

  Another homemade sign came into view. This one was smaller and had only one word scrawled across it.

  Forever.

  “Okay, Bill. I’ll talk to you soon.”

  “Okay.”

  Ending the call, she took the exit off the highway and onto a small two-lane road. “If I want an adventure, I’ll take an adventure. Sure, it’ll be fun. And why not go somewhere off the beaten path for once? I need to do something different. Something to shake things up. I need to do things I’ve never done before.”

  She’d always wondered what it would be like to live in a small town, even if only for a short while. Were the people eccentric? Or were they so boring that watching grass grow seemed exciting? Yet who knew what secrets a small town might hold? Maybe now was the time to find out.

  She smiled at her reflection in the rearview mirror. “Okay, Forever, get ready because here I come.”

  * * * *

  An hour later when Malia was about to give up on finding Forever, she saw the town rising up ahead out of the steam rising from the hot pavement. “Finally.” The town didn’t look like much, but now that she’d taken so long to find it, she was hell-bent on exploring it. If the sleepy little town had any skeletons to hide, she’d dig them up and bring them out into the open. Doing so might give her something to put in that book she’d talked about writing someday.

  “This is going to be fun. I’ll do whatever I want, whenever I want. Hell, I can let loose and be a different person if I want. After all, no one knows me here, so how will Bill or anyone I know ever find out? Yeah, that’s right. What happens in Forever stays in Forever.” She laughed as exhilaration swept through her. “This is going to be one hell of an adventure.”

  She drove halfway down the one main street and pulled into a parking space along the sidewalk. The town was quaint in that small-town Texas way with mom and pop shops lining the street and people bustling around greeting each other as they did their errands. People lifted their hands in greeting to her, too, as though they’d known her since the day she was born.

  She got out of her car and headed for the only place that looked like it might have food. Milly’s Coffee Spot was a busy place. But then again, it was noontime. Still, how busy could a small-town diner get? She was used to the fast pace of a huge city like Houston.

  As soon as she walked inside, she stopped as the impression of everyone looking at her struck her, surprising her. Heads turned her way. Eyes that seemed unusual locked onto her. A few people smiled, but when they did, their smiles seemed…different. Strange in a way she couldn’t grasp. Were their smiles forced? Then again, she was a stranger. She was bound to draw their curiosity. Or was it something else? And what was it with their longer-than-normal teeth? She slid her tongue over her normal teeth.

  “Welcome to Forever,” called a blonde woman from behind the counter. “If you’re looking for good food and hot coffee, you’ve come to the right place.” The woman spread her arms wide. “I’m Milly, and this is my place.”

  As though the woman’s words had broken a spell, people began talking again, their attention no longer centered on Malia. She hurried over to one of the stools at the counter and slid onto it. “I’d like a hamburger and some hot coffee. And maybe a dessert after.”

  Along with some info about the town. What better place to get the low-down than at the local eatery?

  “Coming right up.” Milly waved at the man behind the pass-through. “Did you get that?”

  The man almost snarled at Milly, his upper lip lifting at the corner. He was a gruff-looking man, not someone Malia would want to meet in an alley. “’Course I did. I ain’t deaf, you know.” His words sounded more like a growl than actual words.

  She must’ve been staring at the man because the blonde woman laughed and put her hand on top of hers. “Don’t let him get to you. His bark is way worse than his bite.”

  “If you say so. So how’s the food here?” She cringed for asking the silly question. After all, what was Milly supposed to say? That it was bad?

  “I haven’t had any complaints. If nothing else, it’ll fill you up. At least that much I can guarantee.” Milly turned, grabbed the coffee pot, and filled a mug. She placed the cup in front of Malia as the steam rose upward. Then she shoved the creamer and sugar her way. “So what brings you
to our little town?”

  What was she supposed to say? That her boyfriend didn’t care if she came home? Or that she was on an adventure? An adventure where she hoped to pry into the town’s secrets? The first one sounded pitiful, almost sad. And the second? It sounded a little ridiculous. As for the third? Well, she wasn’t about to tell Milly about her plan to get nosy. Instead, she offered a reasonable answer. “I was passing by and saw the town sign on the highway, so I decided to stop and see what Forever is all about. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the town on a map. Or heard anyone mention it.”

  Milly’s laugh was like a wind chime ringing in the air. “No. You won’t find us listed on a map. And not many outsiders come around. I guess we’re just too small. But we like it that way.”

  “I can understand that,” said Malia. “I’ve never lived in a small town, but I think I’d like it.” Strangely, she’d meant what she’d said.

  Milly studied her. “I think you just might. Besides, living here isn’t so bad. Most of us wouldn’t leave if you paid us. While we may not have all the luxuries and the excitement a big city has to offer, we have other things that we think are even better. Like friendly people. Like a nice hometown bar. And like the freedom to spread out and run whenever we want to.”

  Run? She took a sip of her coffee. “Sounds nice.”

  “It is.” Milly’s gaze locked onto her, again studying her as intently as a cat would study a bug. “So are you just passing through, or are you planning on staying a while? Trust me. We’re a friendly bunch.” Her gaze darted toward a man sitting alone at the end of the counter. “At least, most of us are.”