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    Coven of Mercy
    Coven of Mercy
    Coven of Mercy
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    Coven of Mercy

    By Deborah Cooke

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    A disheartened doctor finds hope—and an unexpected future—with a sexy, mysterious stranger.

    Meet a new breed of vampire guardians in this romance and short story.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDeborah A. Cooke
    Release dateOct 25, 2017
    ISBN9781988479279
    Coven of Mercy
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    Deborah Cooke

    Deborah Cooke has always been fascinated by dragons, although she has never understood why they have to be the bad guys. She has an honours degree in history with a focus on medieval studies, and is an avid reader of medieval vernacular literature, fairy tales, and fantasy novels. When she isn’t writing, she can be found knitting, sewing, or hunting for vintage patterns. To learn more about Deborah and her dragon shape shifters, please visit her websites at www.deborahcooke.com and www.thedragondiaries.com. Her blog, Alive & Knitting, is at www.delacroix.net/blog.

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      Coven of Mercy - Deborah Cooke

      Coven of Mercy

      Coven of Mercy

      A Short Story

      Deborah Cooke

      Deborah A. Cooke

      Contents

      Coven of Mercy

      I

      II

      III

      About the Author

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      Coven of Mercy

      By Deborah Cooke

      Coven of Mercy Copyright 2009 Deborah A. Cooke

      All Rights Reserved.

      This short story was originally published in the anthology The Mammoth Book Of Vampire Romance II (entitled Love Bites in the U.K.).

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      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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      Coven of Mercy

      A disheartened doctor finds hope—and an unexpected future—with a sexy, mysterious stranger.

      Meet a new breed of vampire guardians in this romance and short story.

      I

      I hate the month of March. It’s an indecisive month, hovering on the cusp between winter and spring. Indecision drives me wild.

      I like clear-cut strategies, battles that are victories or failures. Nothing in between.

      March hovers, indecisive whether it should herald warm and sunny spring, or more winter – cold and overcast, the skies thick with falling snow. It ends up in that mucky zone, somewhere in between. Freezing rain and relentless grey, dampness and dull days, are followed by teasing intervals of sunshine. It’s unreliable, untrustworthy, despicable.

      Give me black or white. Give me winter or spring. Give me February or April. You can keep March.

      My mother died in March; maybe that’s part of it. Diagnosed early in the month, gone by the end of it, hers was a chaotic and whirlwind departure, a roller coaster ride of triumphs and setbacks. That journey to death – the one no one wanted to take, the one that changed everything forever – is echoed for me every year in the weather.

      March makes me restless and impatient, sharp and irritable.

      That year was no different.

      My hospital was a research hospital. That gave me the option of working in the labs, researching instead of practicing. There are no mucky grey zones in the labs – a new drug is effective or it isn’t – and that polarity always worked for me.

      I had a bit of a reputation on the wards, where I would be called in as a specialist on the tough cases. ‘Icicle’ Taylor cut to the chase, took risks, won more than she lost. Each case, for me, was an array of statistics, a flotilla of blood test results, and I chose the armaments with which I would engage based

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