He glared and grabbed me by the waist, crowding me against the riverbank. My body was pressed flush against his. Heat crept up my neck.

A chance meeting on the night of the full moon brings Cassidy to his mate. But can he handle all the intrigue behind his mate’s identity?

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Red Riding Hood

The shrubs underneath that windowsill were perfect for dry heaving into. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything more disgusting, and I’d raised a child. Granted, Holly was hardly a gross child. But babies were always going to be babies and do gross baby things like uncontrollable vomiting and defecation. 


I was almost glad for the dismissal. King Olcan had just displayed something I never wanted to see again. Or think about. I shuddered, remembering the spray. My eye twitched. 


My coachman is given firm instructions to drive the carriage home as expressly as possible. I am in desperate need of a full scrubbing. And to distract myself, I reflect very exclusively on Prince Alexander and Prince Consort Cassidy of Nasales. Very. Exclusively. 


Laren's Long Day