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    Falling for the Werewolf
    Falling for the Werewolf
    Falling for the Werewolf
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    Falling for the Werewolf

    By Roxie Brandon

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    Twenty-four-year-old Emma was the only witch in town and she planned to keep that a secret. Except when the vampire Prince, Jeff learned of her, he wanted to marry her so they could create a child together who would be more powerful than anyone breed. When Emma refused, Jeff kidnapped her younger sister, forcing Emma to turn to Dylan for help.
    Dylan was the infamous werewolf tracker who was the best in his business. Emma couldn’t afford not to use his services but found a chemistry between them as they tackled vampires to save her sister.
    When she found herself falling for Dylan, she knew nothing would come of it. After all, there was one Dylan hated more than vampires and that was her kind. With the use of a stripping spell that removed her magic temporarily, so Dylan didn’t suspect her true nature, Emma already knew their love was doomed. After all, she harbored a darker secret that was bound to be revealed sooner or later...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRoxie Brandon
    Release dateOct 14, 2018
    ISBN9780463795156
    Falling for the Werewolf
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    Roxie Brandon

    Roxie Brandon is an author of historical and contemporary romance, beauty and fashion books.Her romances range in setting from Medieval times to the Twentieth Century.She loves walks in the countryside and having afternoon tea with family and friends.

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      Falling for the Werewolf - Roxie Brandon

      FALLING FOR

      THE WEREWOLF

      Copyright © 2020 Roxie Brandon

      All Rights Reserved

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      1

      Emma

      I swear to God, Anna, I muttered to myself, ending the call as it came to voice mail. Still clinging to the hope that she hadn’t made it to the phone in time, I pressed redial. This time the phone didn’t ring any at all but went straight to voicemail. The little witch had turned off her phone.

      With a grunt, I dropped my phone into my bag and weighed my options. The apartment was too far and in my heels, it would take me well past thirty minutes before I was home. I could take a cab but that would be expensive as hell.

      Hey, you look stranded.

      I turned at the sound of the voice that came from behind and stifled a groan. Jeremy’s shift at the café had just ended as well and he was heading home or so I assumed. He wasn’t a bad guy, and most girls would find his look appealing but I found myself grimacing most times when he came around. He thought he was too slick and full of himself, especially since his uncle owned the coffee shop.

      My little sister borrowed my car and promised she would drop by at the end of my shift, I said, my shoulders slumped. I don’t even know why I listened to her. When has she ever been responsible?

      Then why did you give her the car?

      Good question. Because she just got her license and she wanted to show that she could be responsible enough for me to get her a car.

      He frowned. With your salary, can you afford a second car?

      I bit my tongue in order to not tell him how much of his business was it if I could afford a second car or not. Well, that doesn’t matter now because even if I can afford one, she’s not getting any.

      Come on. I’ll give you a lift.

      I wished I could turn down his offer but in reality I couldn’t. The little cash I had on me wouldn’t be able to pay a cab and the nearest ATM machine was still some miles away from the coffee shop.

      Thanks, Jeremy.

      He smiled, way too widely and went for his car which was parked at the side of the coffee shop. He drove his sleek black BMW up to the steps of the coffee shop and made a grand show of opening the passenger side of the door for me. I mumbled a thanks and wished I had a better offer. He wasn’t known for his tact when it came to flirting with me. The more I shot him down, the more insistent he became that we should go out together.

      So, it’s the weekend, he commented, pulling into the light traffic. Have any big plans?

      Not really. Just to kill my sister.

      Come on. Don’t be too hard on her. She’s just sixteen. I’m sure you stole your parents’ car at least once when you were that age.

      Our parents were dead when I was that age, I spoke candidly. "So no, I didn’t get the opportunity to steal their car. In reality, I didn’t get the opportunity to do much with them at all. They were taken from me way too soon and then I had to do a lot of growing up to fend for me and my sister. Living with an older aunt hadn’t helped much. Sure, we had a roof over our heads but she didn’t bother with us much. I took care of the both of us.

      Oh, I’m sorry about that.

      I shrugged and peered out my side of the window. It was a long time ago.

      Hmm, I don’t know what I’d do without my parents.

      I snorted. His parents did everything for him. He’d dropped out of college and they’d insisted that he get a job and start acting like an adult. He had a new job alright but with his father’s brother. He still practically did nothing and his parents still supported his expensive habits such as the car he drove.

      How about I take your mind off your troubles a little bit? he asked and reached across the console to place a hand on my thigh. We can go somewhere later and have something to eat, a little something to drink and you know, see where the night will lead.

      I peeled his hand away from my thigh. I’d rather not.

      Come on. When was the last time you had fun?

      My idea of fun and yours are just not the same, Jeremy.

      He sighed and let it go. He drove the rest of the way in silence and I was relieved when we arrived at my apartment building on Anita Street. He drove to a stop at the entrance and the engine purred.

      Do you have some dude in your life already? he asked just when I thought I’d be able to get away without further questions. Is that the reason you’re always pushing me away?

      I thought about lying to him but sighed and turned to face him. Look, Jeremy. You’re a great guy, I’m sure. I don’t have a boyfriend but I just don’t think we’d be suitable together. I think you’d do better with someone else. We are too different.

      But you know they say that opposites attract.

      I shook my head. Don’t believe that. I’ll see you around.

      Before he could say anything else, I exited the car and gave him a little wave before heading inside the apartment building. I ignored the elevator and trudged up the stairs to the second floor, my anger mounting with each step. If I found Annie upstairs with some boy when I specifically told her I didn’t want any males in my apartment without my permission, we were going to have another fight.

      At our apartment, I paused and shuffled around inside my handbag to get out key. I needn’t have bothered. The door wasn’t locked. My anger doubled as I pushed the door opened, wondering what I would find stolen. Our apartment building didn’t have any security detail and anyone could walk in and out. No telling what some stranger would take from the apartment if they found the door open.

      Are you kidding me? I cried, slamming the door behind me. The apartment was a mess. Chairs and furniture were overturned. Pictures were overturned onto the floor, in addition to the books from the shelf I had in one corner. Yet, from what I could see there was nothing that was taken. This made me uneasy.

      I picked my way through the mess, not even thinking to call the police because whoever went through the apartment had already left. Long time ago. I couldn’t feel the lingering presence with a hint of aggression but it was so faint. Whoever had ransacked the apartment had been full of anger. I walked through the hall to the kitchen and coughed from the pungent aroma of overturned potions. My vials!

      With a wave of my

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