Thursday, 17 April 2014

Overwhelmingly Precious

Overwhelmingly Precious (MFM) Werewolves of Hanson Mall book 4

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Quintana Simon is dedicated to succeeding at her career and never being poor again. She owns and manages both the clothing stores at the mall and spends every waking hour there.

Hanson Mall Pack werewolves Keelan Griffith and Wynn Evans are determined to get to know her better. They use the family history project to take her out on a date, but how can they progress the relationship from there? Wynn is in charge of the werewolf genealogy project so plans to use the investigations to bring Quintana closer to him and his cousin Keelan. Keelan owns the jewelry store in the mall, and harnesses his particular skills, together with Wynn, to enchant Quintana.

But can they overcome her past and work their way into her heart, showing her love will overcome all difficulties? And that’s assuming she will even agree to a second date!


Quintana turned and marched into the house, Wynn and Georgia on her heels, and Keelan followed them.

There were maybe a dozen people in the front room. Keelan assumed the Alpha was the one with thinning gray hair sitting in a big armchair. Quintana went straight across to an older woman and gave her a hug. “Hi, Mom.”

Quintana’s mom was shorter than her daughter and looked thin and frail. In fact, all the people in the room seemed underweight to Keelan. Not that he expected them to be obese or anything, but wolves were naturally muscular with large appetites because they expended a lot of energy in their daily lives. Everyone in this room looked as if they’d been on a diet for too long and were overdue for a decent meal.

Keelan brushed his thoughts aside. It was none of his business what these people ate. He was here to support Quintana.

“Quintana,” said the Alpha.

Quintana went over to him and shook his hand, then turned and said, “Alpha, may I introduce Wynn Evans, Georgia Edwards, and Keelan Griffith from the Hanson Mall pack.”

“Tell me about the genealogical project,” ordered the Alpha.

Keelan tuned out as Wynn explained about what he and Georgia were doing. Keelan thought it was strange that the Alpha hadn’t given them his own name, or the names of anyone else in the room. Of course, many Alphas were simply called “Alpha,” but that wasn’t an excuse for not introducing anyone else. It’d be very interesting to see if the Alpha permitted his people to participate in the project.

“Will you pay us to give you this information?”

Keelan had to force himself not to show surprise at the question, but Wynn answered smoothly. “No, sir, no one has been paid to be interviewed, but we are careful to talk to people out of work hours so they aren’t losing any income by helping us.”

“If we aren’t getting any money out of this, why should we help?”

This time it was Georgia who answered. “Werewolves will disappear within a couple of generations at the present rate of lack of females. It’s in every werewolf’s interest to find out if there is a solution to the problem.”

“That’s just nonsense. Some of my men have found a mate in another pack. Just because my pack has very few females, and apparently yours does as well, that doesn’t mean wolves will die out. There’ll be werewolf women somewhere else to mate.”

“No, sir, there aren’t. There’s a worldwide shortage of werewolf females. Actually all shape-shifters are breeding fewer females unless they mate with a human. The only solution that has been found so far is for male wolves to mate human females. They then seem to give birth to some girls once more,” said Wynn.

Keelan found himself glancing at Quintana. Her face was bland but her shoulders were tense. Of course, both her parents were human, but she was descended from wolves as well.

“I call bullshit on that. I expect you’re all really working for the CIA, or the IRS, or some government agency wanting to pry into our lives. Well it’s not going to happen. You can go right back where you came from,” said the Alpha.

“We have nothing to do with the government. We work only for the werewolf community. You’re welcome to check with the Supreme Alpha of North America. He has given his support to this project,” said Wynn.

“As if he’d listen to me,” scoffed the Alpha.

“I can assure you Mr. Vukic will take your call.” Georgia pulled her business card out of her pocket and wrote on the back of it. “My number is on the front of the card and the Supreme’s is on the back. Thank you for allowing us to visit you today.”

Keelan followed Wynn, Georgia, and Quintana out of the house and back to the car. This time, when they got to the gate, he climbed out to open and close it. Only when they were several miles down the road did he turn to Quintana and ask, “What the fuck is biting the Alpha? And why is everyone so thin?”

Thursday, 3 April 2014

Dangerously Attracted

Dangerously Attracted (MFM) Werewolves of Hanson Mall book 3

To prove Jackson Hamilton’s well-being center is kidnapping people, including werewolf shape-shifters, security guard Dakota Rutherford contacts him pretending her grandmother needs care and accommodation. Lewis Bowen, who escaped from the center, and Andreas Llewelyn, who loves Dakota, are horrified by her risky actions. But she refuses to listen to them or accept their protection.

Lewis is still trying to adjust to life in the city after growing up in uninhabited mountains. But Dakota means more to him than his own safety. Andreas has loved Dakota for a long time but she won’t listen to him either, and now he sees the adoration in Lewis’s eyes when he gazes at her.

Maybe together they can convince her to let them help her and between them manage to keep her safe from harm. But will she listen to them? And will Hamilton recapture Lewis anyway?


A couple of mall staff heading home after closing time found a Dumpster overturned out back of the mall, so Berian who was on shift again with Dakota, went to supervise a cleanup crew dealing with that, while Dakota did the standard check of all the stores. She rattled metal gates, tried to turn door handles, and stomped on electronic door openers, making sure everything was still locked up tightly.

“And to think I assumed I had the easy job. This is taking ten times longer than normal,” she grumbled to herself as she peered in yet another window and rattled yet another gate. Of course with two of them, they generally leapfrogged each other from store to store, whereas now she had to do everything herself. “I could be leaning against a wall, watching other people work.”

She was surprised to see Lewis sitting at the reception desk beside Andreas when she got to the gym. They must be becoming really good friends. That’s nice. It’s good Lewis is getting to know people. The door was locked but she swiped it open to say hello.

“Where’s your partner? The person on duty with you?” asked Lewis.

She hid her smile at the way he’d blushed when he said “partner.”

“Berian’s supervising a cleaning crew in the parking lot.”

“I’ll walk around with you,” said Lewis, jumping to his feet.

“I will, too. We’re finished here for the night anyway.” Andreas followed them to the door, turning off the lights and locking the door.

In her security role, Dakota checked the door was properly locked and kept walking around the fourth floor.

The men soon got into the rhythm of her patrol with her, taking turns to check every store as they walked around. But once they were in the stairwell walking between floors she noticed they both pushed her between them as if they expected danger to leap out at them. It was kind of cute, she thought, and so typical of male werewolves who seemed to be genetically predisposed to protect females. Not that she was a wolf. Or perhaps they were even more protective of humans than of wolves.

“There really isn’t any danger here, you know. It’s more that kids planning to cause trouble see the security guards patrolling the mall and go off and do their mischief somewhere else,” she explained.

“Do kids really do that? Go around looking to cause trouble?” asked Lewis.

“Not very many of them, but there’s always a few. We had a group throwing pumpkins off the top level of the parking lot a little while back.” Andreas laughed and even Lewis, who’d been frowning, smiled.

“I agree, it’s a totally harmless thing to do, but squashed pumpkin on the ground is a yucky mess and someone has to clean it up. In that case Maelor caught the kids in the act and he made them scrub the sidewalk themselves. So not dangerous, just annoying.”

Dakota led them around all five levels of the parking lot, and then into the lowest level of the mall again. She sighed as she began checking the windows and doors. Now the men did the checking for her as she walked with them.

“How many times do you do this a night?” asked Andreas.

“After the stores are all closed, usually we get right around the mall in an hour, but since I’ve been by myself I’m a lot slower. That’s why I didn’t walk right around the outside of the mall and through all the external roadways. It’s more important to ensure the inside is secure than that there’s no troublemakers outside. The CCTVs will pick them up anyway when we look through it.”

“You really like your job don’t you?” asked Andreas.

Dakota nodded. “Oh yes I do. I could never just sit at a desk all day. I’d go insane really quickly.”

All the time she was talking she was still looking around her, always alert for that one thing out of place. That was the key with security. The one thing that itched at a guard’s brain or seemed “wrong.” If she kept checking for that she’d always be on top of her job.

“When is your next day off, Dakota?” asked Andreas.

“Huh?” She hadn’t been expecting that question. Basically they’d been talking about the mall and work. Well I suppose that is about work. Sort of.

“We work four days on and one day off, constantly rotating so it always changes. I have tomorrow on this four to midnight shift again and then a day off and I come back to the eight to four shift.”

“Don’t you find all the changes confusing?” asked Lewis.

“At first, maybe, but it’s easy to get used to. These days there’s a lot of people who don’t work Monday to Friday nine-to-five anymore.”

“I guess so. In the mountains every day was the same, but we only ever worked dawn to dusk.”

“Which meant you worked a pretty short day in the middle of winter,” said Andreas.

“And a long one midsummer,” added Dakota.

“So it evens out over the year. I suppose weekends don’t make much difference to you either, Andreas.”

“Sundays are a bit quieter. The usual regulars are there first thing in the morning, and the wolves still tend to come during the day, but there’s not so many middle-of-the-day people coming by. But actually, Dakota, why I was asking about your roster was because Lewis and I were hoping you’d spend your day off with us.”

Dakota stopped dead and stared at them. That was a surprise. She hadn’t expected him to say anything like that.