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    Giovanni Joins The Werewolves: The Med School Series, #3
    Giovanni Joins The Werewolves: The Med School Series, #3
    Giovanni Joins The Werewolves: The Med School Series, #3
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    Giovanni Joins The Werewolves: The Med School Series, #3

    By Kathy Bryson

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    Part 3 of the Med School Series.

    Poor Giovanni! As if med school wasn't hard enough, he's had to deal with everything from zombies to voodoo curses that backfired. Suffering from that voodoo curse, Giovanni is still determined to get through medical school - even if he now howls under the full moon and has to take himself for walkies! But just as he's getting used to fur and fangs, Giovanni's zombie returns, leading him to wonder – exactly how many other monsters are out there?

    See the incredible transformations in full-color illustrations!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKathy Bryson
    Release dateApr 1, 2017
    ISBN9781386960072
    Giovanni Joins The Werewolves: The Med School Series, #3
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    Kathy Bryson

    Kathy Bryson is the award-winning author of tongue-in-cheek fantasy that ranges from leprechauns to zombies. She’d like to say she’s climbed tall mountains, rappelled off cliffs, and saved small children, but actually she tends to curl up and read, is a life-long advocate of Ben & Jerry’s, and caters to 2 spoiled cats. She works regularly with student writing, so she can claim to have saved a few term papers.

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      Giovanni Joins The Werewolves - Kathy Bryson

      Chapter 1

      So you’re a ghost now?

      Giovanni frowned as he tried to process the thought. He’d first met Mrs. Harris when she’d come into the Emergency Room with a dislocated elbow, then again when she’d sat up in the morgue after she’d passed. That had been disturbing enough, but trying to figure out what to do with her once she was dead, but still living, had been exhausting. It had been a huge relief when her nephew took her. That had been months ago and far away to the mountains. What was she doing here now in the morgue? He was happy enough to see her again, he’d liked Mrs. Harris, but well, why was she still around, clearly more dead than ever?

      I know, cool huh? Mrs. Harris giggled and spun, a pale figure that floated near the ceiling in the yellow light of the morgue.

      Giovanni sighed. He’d ignored the late afternoon sunshine as he headed for his night shift at the morgue, determined to get an early start on his classes for the upcoming fall. He hadn’t had the most productive summer for all sorts of reasons, some of which could be attributed directly to the frail, elderly woman who was presently haunting his office.

      Even Mrs. Harris’ return had been in her usual unsettling fashion. He’d nodded to people he knew as he came to work, even those he only knew by sight, but hadn’t spoken to anyone as he made his way to the elevators that led to the basement. He needed to study. Only one more year of labs and he’d start clinical rotations. He had to be prepared.

      "Shoushou," a faint voice called. It was high-pitched and breathy, but Giovanni couldn’t tell if it was feminine or just trying to be subtle. It sent a creeping shiver along his spine.

      "Shoushou," the voice called again and the faint sound tickled Giovanni’s memory as well as his ears. He’d heard that name before.

      "Shoushou!" the voice shouted, and Giovanni jumped, clutching his book, and missed the seat altogether as he came back down. The desk chair rolled away as he bumped it and landed in a painful heap.

      "Oh shoushou, I didn’t want to frighten you," Mrs. Harris moaned remorsefully.

      Mrs. Harris looked a lot better now than the last time he’d seen her. Then she’s been entering the advanced stage of decomposition and looked as bad as she smelled, bloated and mottled and leaking fluid as her tissues broke down. Now she floated a foot or so below the ceiling, still small and dainty, but not looking nearly as dead as she had then. Giovanni shook his head to clear it. Either way, Mrs. Harris was still dead. What was she doing back in the morgue?

      So, what happened? Giovanni asked politely, still sprawled on the floor. Even confronted with the dead, he couldn’t shake the social training his nonnas had thumped into him. I thought you went off to the mountains with your nephew. What are you doing back in Atlanta?

      Giovanni hoped he didn’t sound rude or too obvious, but a ghost in the morgue couldn’t be a good thing. A quick glance around as he pushed up off the floor reassured him they were alone. For a moment, he had to wonder what his life had come to that he’d rather be alone with a ghost than be seen with a ghost.

      "Oh shoushou, I had to. Mrs. Harris didn’t seem concerned about being seen either. I have to look after Rufus. I promised Jeremy."

      Giovanni nodded, remembering the large slobbery dog that had landed Mrs. Harris in the hospital. On that point anyway, he had good news.

      Oh, he’s okay, Giovanni reassured Mrs. Harris. Actually, he’s back to being a person now.

      Mrs. Harris, twisting slowly in the faint breeze stirred up by the air-conditioning, sat up straight, startled. What? You broke the curse? How did you manage that?

      Um, well. Giovanni didn’t quite know what to tell the old woman because he really didn’t know. We performed a ritual, you see, and found out who’d cursed him...

      We? Mrs. Harris’s interruption was sharp, piercing.

      Um, yeah, Mama Nene and her house, me, and my roommates.

      Yes, she would be strong enough. Mrs. Harris’ voice deepened, as she grew thoughtful and the faint outline of her face twisted in response. That wouldn’t be enough to break the curse though.

      Giovanni sighed. Yeah well, he accidentally bit me, so now I’m the one cursed.

      "Oh shoushou," Mrs. Harris sighed in concern, but a loud guffaw interrupted her.

      You? You’re a werewolf?

      Giovanni jumped and spun around, very nearly toppling over as he did so. Arms wheeling, he pulled himself together to glare at the man who’d entered the morgue.

      Dressed in fatigues and a khaki t-shirt, the man who stood grinning at him, arms folded across a brawny chest, had early touches of grey in his close-cropped hair, but probably wasn’t much older than Giovanni. Mrs. Harris’s great-nephew Anthony looked better than the last time Giovanni had seen him as well. His face had filled out and wasn’t nearly as ashen as it had been before.

      Tony, don’t laugh. Mrs. Harris floated over to him and made soothing, patting motions with her hands. Anthony reached up absently and batted her away.

      Who’s laughing? If he’d turned into a weasel or something, that would be funny. But a werewolf? I’m impressed.

      Giovanni returned Anthony’s grin reluctantly. The former soldier’s joke hit a little too close to home for comfort. So, um, good to see you.

      Trying to fake the confidence he hadn’t felt lately, particularly around people he didn’t know well, he blurted out, What happened to the mountains?

      Mrs. Harris giggled again. Her white hair floated in pale wisps around her translucent face, but her eyes sparkled as lively as her grin. She floated down to a foot above Giovanni’s desk and leaned forward. I’m not tethered anymore, she told him, joyous laughter bubbling up around her words.

      Not tethered? Giovanni put his book down. Mrs. Harris floated to maintain eye level with him. Her form shimmered for a second as she passed in front of the light and then solidified. Well, her head and shoulders did. The lower half of her body faded away into

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