Lola Shaffer woke to the blip sound of a heart monitor.  She lay on the bed with her eyes closed.  The smell of disinfectant alerted her that was in a hospital and the pain in her chest told her that she was alive.  “Shit,” she whispered sighed.  After a deep inhale she decided that she wouldn't do that again.  The pain in her chest skyrocketed.  “Fuck,” she moaned as her eyes fluttered against the overhead light. “Try not to move around too much,” a male voice with an Australian accent sounded from across the room. Lola looked through slit eyes, discovering the source of the voice.  The man was over six feet tall and had short-cropped black hair.  He was tanned and she could see numerous tattoos along his forearms.  When she took a longer look she could

Hope CarsonParadise TexasHope pulled the 1968 Ford pickup truck into a parking lot. It was nearly three in the morning and she had been driving for nearly thirteen hours and was exhausted. She leaned her head to her hands which were still on the steering wheel. “Well, Jenna, what do you say to get a room?” She glanced sideways at the girl. “Or should I just jump in the back like we normally do?”Jenna could not feel heat or cold, not like Hope and the living. So it was not an issue for her. But the protection spell on the truck she could feel. “I think it wise we sleep in the truck until you find out where we are. I can’t see right now. There is a spirit fog here.”“The bed of the truck it is.” Hope pulled a hiker's backpack from the floorboard. Before she left California, Hope had installed a bed liner and protector just in case she needed to sleep in the truck. It had come in handy from time to time on long nights. And the trifold cover offered shade. As she lowered

~~~There was a very good chance that one of the spirits she encountered in Paradise Falls was the one who warned her.  She knew it was a male’s voice and he sounded young.  Hope decided to start there.  After renting a room in town, she looked up the local archives from the town library.  It was there in big bold print.  The murder and the tornado.  As she looked through the pages she felt a small tickle on the back of her neck.  “I know you are there.” She moved her hand on the machine, advancing the page.  “I’m not here to hurt you.  I’m just looking up some history.”  She often spoke to the dead, even if they didn’t always talk back. “You might not hurt me, but he did.”  A young man said. 

Alpha Anthony Rossi was stunned, to say the least. When he woke up yesterday morning he never suspected the Moon Goddess would have plans for him in the form of two mates. Willow was a gorgeous woman and her wolf was powerful. And Fox was his equal in every sense. He was tall and strong. His wolf is a mirror of his own in prowess and image.Willow had suggested they take their conversation somewhere more private than the dance floor they had just destroyed in their fight for dominance. Her words held sway and Anthony and Fox accompanied her wishes. Vincent, one of Anthony’s trusted warriors, drove the trio back to Anthony’s private home he used while in Lynchburg. His main location was the pack den located outside of Hagerstown, Maryland. None of the trio were willing to wait for the three-hour drive to get to know each other or finish the mating process. By the time they arrived they had exchanged names and Anthony welcomed both into his pack. There would be no denying the

Moundsville OhioRed Moon Pack Ginny’s Story  The young woman sat with the hot cup of tea in her arms and blew across the top to cool it enough to sip.  “I was twelve, a month from my thirteenth birthday when my parents moved us from Wachulla, Florida.  Imagine my culture shock moving to Blair County Pennsylvania, Duncansville more specifically in January of all months.  I didn't even have a real winter coat.”  Ginny paused with a laugh. “Anyways, I started high school.  Yes, at twelve.  They said I was a prodigy.  But what they didn't know was that being an outsider from Florida with no winter clothes and two years younger than