Tooth and Nayelle - Part One: Tooth and Nayelle, #1

By Dawn Michelle

Part one of the Tooth and Nayelle paranormal serial romance by NY Times Bestselling author, Dawn Michelle

Nayelle Clark lived on a farm in North Dakota and dreamed of growing up to be a real cowgirl. That dream burned up with the house she lived in under a full moon one night.

Tormented by nightmares that scarred her flesh and her soul, she learned to cope with her loss and made the best of her life as an orphan tossed from one foster home to another. Her life was dark and without meaning, plagued with the fear that one day the monster would come back.

Eight years later, a senior in high school with few friends and even fewer goals, her nightmares have come back to haunt her.

Look for these other parts to the Tooth and Nayelle serial:

Tooth and Nayelle - Part One

Tooth and Nayelle - Part Two

Tooth and Nayelle - Part Three

Tooth and Nayelle - Part Four

Tooth and Nayelle - Part Five

• Language: English
• Publisher: Novel Concept Publishing LLC
• Release date: Apr 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507041536

Dawn Michelle

Dawn Michelle is a NY Times and USA Today bestselling paranormal romance author that started out as a girl next door turned mother of two and household champion. After years of watching her husband write novel after novel and not trying to write the stories she was interested in she decided it was time she showed him how it was done.

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Tooth and Nayelle — Part One

By Dawn Michelle

Published by Novel Concept Publishing LLC

©2015

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Look for these other parts of the Tooth and Nayelle serial:

Tooth and Nayelle - Part One

Tooth and Nayelle - Part Two

Tooth and Nayelle - Part Three

Tooth and Nayelle - Part Four

Tooth and Nayelle - Part Five

Part One

The dark amplified the sounds of snuffling and growling outside the door. She heard fabric rip—a shirt maybe? The sounds grew quieter for a moment, other than the wet lapping of liquid that pulled at her. What were they doing? How bad was it?

She bit down hard to stifle her whimpers. She could cry, daddy said that was okay. Just don't make a sound. No noises at all. If she did they would hear her. They would find her. They would...

Nayelle turned and peered up through the tiny hole in the floor. The shadows danced across the ceiling and wall that she could see. It made her gasp in fear. Were they moving? Were they coming for her? Daddy said the steer would be enough, it always was. But he'd been wrong. This time they wanted more. They wanted something different. Something on two legs instead of four.

The noises began to grow again. Mom and dad were up there, but after the screaming and the gunshot earlier she hadn't heard them. Just the snarling and growling. And feeding. They were dead. They had to be. Killed by the beasts in the hills. And she would be too if she made a noise.

A louder growl made the other noises stop. Footsteps above her made the wooden planks above her creak. Dirt fell between the cracks, threatening to make her sob. It was getting closer. The falling dust was replaced with a new sound: dripping. She peered through the dark crawlspace trying to figure out what it was.

The creaking boards grew