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    Garden of the Wolf #1: Werewolf Shifter Romance
    Garden of the Wolf #1: Werewolf Shifter Romance
    Garden of the Wolf #1: Werewolf Shifter Romance
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    Garden of the Wolf #1: Werewolf Shifter Romance

    By Mac Flynn

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    Abby Lee and her friend Susie Baker leave their boring, stressful office jobs for two weeks of fun and relaxation at the Gardens, a mountain resort that advertises itself as the next Fountain of Youth. Sparks fly when Abby gets her first look at the handsome manager and owner of the Gardens and he insists the promise of youth is true, but doubts nag her and howls haunt her nights. She finds herself falling for the sexy manager, but what secrets does he hide behind those beautiful blue eyes?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCrescent Moon Studios, Inc.
    Release dateJul 3, 2017
    ISBN9788826464015
    Garden of the Wolf #1: Werewolf Shifter Romance
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    Mac Flynn

    A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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      Garden of the Wolf #1 - Mac Flynn

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      Deer!

      My friend’s finger practically jabbed into my eye as she pointed at the placid creature chewing on some grass some twenty yards off the road. I grabbed her hand and pushed it away from my face. Will you not do that while I’m driving? It’s bad enough I don’t know the road, I growled.

      It wasn’t that great of a road, either. It was only graveled, and there were some sharp corners I couldn’t see around because of the steep, wooded hillside on our left. On our right was a gradual drop-off to the forested, bowled valley below. All around us was a forest of thick, ancient trees that spread their branches over the small, one-and-a-half car road. If a semi came along we’d be toast.

      But before I get too into detail with this trip let me introduce myself. The name’s Abigail Lee. Abby to all my friends, and some other names to my enemies. I was your average office girl who squeaked by on my salary. You notice I used the past-tense on that whole ‘average’ part? Well, that’s because a few things changed, and it all started with that drive up a mountain road. It was all Susie’s fault. That’s my friend who tried to jab my face with her finger. Susan Baker, plotter extraordinaire. She got it into her head that we both needed a vacation away from our doldrum lives, and going to the mountains and getting ourselves killed on this back road was just the thing.

      Well, you wanted to drive, Susie argued.

      Yeah, but I didn’t know you weren’t going to be much help. You’ve pointed out every squirrel, chipmunk and deer we’ve passed, I retorted.

      Susie shrugged. Hey, I’ve only been up here once, remember? What’s a city girl like me to do when she sees some wildlife?

      Sit still and behave, I suggested. I ground my teeth as we came upon another corner in the dirt road. How far is it to this resort again?

      Susie rubbed her chin. Well, we’ve been off the paved road for about a half hour, and the air’s starting to get pretty thin, so I’d say we’re almost there.

      I sighed. Tell me again how you talked me into going to this resort.

      Because you love me and I batted my eyelashes at you. You know you can’t say ‘no’ to my eyelashes, she replied.

      Uh-huh, I recall that conversation a little differently. There was something to do with a large lake and some relaxation, I argued.

      Susie shrugged and leaned back in her seat. Well, there was that. Oh, and the discount because this is my second time up here and I referred a friend. That helps.

      We rounded the corner on the gravel road and there was another mile of straight washboard road ahead of us. And why exactly is this such a great place again?

      Susie pulled a brochure from her purse at her feet and unfolded the flaps. Because it has its own lake, hot springs, restaurant and hiking paths, and it’s all out in the middle of a really large forest.

      I don’t see that last part as being a selling point unless someone’s aspiring to be a serial killer, I countered.

      We could think about changing occupations, she teased.

      I snorted. Yeah, you do that, but what’s the name of this place again?

      The Gardens.

      And a resort in the middle of the forest is called that again why?

      Susie rolled her eyes. You’re such a worry-wart.

      And forgetful, so humor me, I returned.

      It’s called The Gardens because they make their own food up there, she explained.

      "They grow their own food, you mean," I corrected her.

      Yeah, that, and that’s why everybody comes here, because they advertise the food as being rejuvenating. We’re going to stay there for what they call a session, which is two weeks long, and we’ll feel refreshed and younger, Susie told me.

      I snorted. Sounds like a Fountain of Youth type of thing. You sure we’re not paying half price for a full scam? I asked her.

      Susie crossed her arms over her chest and turned her annoyed eyes on me. I’m living proof that it works.

      A grin spread across my lips. But not intelligent proof. Maybe I should have asked for a second opinion.

      She stuck out her tongue and picked up the brochure in her lap. You might think I’m crazy, but everybody who’s anybody comes to this place to lose a couple of years. I lost ten pounds being there, and I swear I lost ten years.

      So you went from twenty-two to twelve? I teased.

      Twelve and a half, but I really do almost feel like I should be going to school and pasting posters of hot boy bands on my walls, she returned.

      I cringed. We shared the same apartment. Please don’t. I don’t know how I’d explain that to anybody who visited us.

      Nobody visits us, and that’s another reason we need to get out more, Susie commented.

      The spinster life not fun enough for you? I wondered.

      Abby, there are guys in the world. Needy, bachelor-type guys who are just aching to have their way with us, Susie told me.

      I snorted. Those must be the ugly ones because I don’t see any handsome ones falling over each other to get at us.

      That’s because we don’t get out enough! She tapped the back of her hand against the brochure. We go here, find a couple of rich, handsome guys, and then we’re on track to a life that doesn’t involve pushing papers and making creatures out of paper clips and staple removers.

      I kind of like making those creatures, I defended.

      Yeah, but for the rest of your life? That’s what nowadays? Seventy, eighty years more? Susie tilted her head toward me and her voice took on a more serious quality. Come on, Abby, you know we could do better than the dead-end life we’re leading.

      I pursed my lips and glanced out my window. She was right, kind of. We could do better than going to work, coming home, sleeping, and rinse-and-repeating. We could also do a lot worse, I argued.

      How?

      We could be out of jobs and kicked out of our apartment.

      Susie looked forward and rolled her eyes. You’re too practical. That’s another reason why I’m dragging you up here, so you can get some experience in being impractical and having some fun.

      And you needed me to get the discount, I reminded her.

      She sheepishly grinned. Yeah, and good thing we got our reservations in early. I heard they stopped offering that referral discount a week after we got the cabin. Something about getting too many referrals.

      Well, if they’re advertising themselves as the next Fountain of Youth then they were probably losing their shirts, I agreed.

      A faraway look slipped into Susie’s eyes and a lecherous grin slipped onto her face. I hope some of the managers lose their shirts. They’re not bad. Heck, everybody up there’s like some sort of a god, even the cabin attendants.

      The cabin attendant is the person we have to deal with a lot, right? I asked her.

      She gave a nod. "Yep. They’re pretty much our

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