Wraith Wolf (A Wolf of My Heart Novella)
By Linda Palmer
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While delivering meds in Hecate Woods, Wyoming, Anabeth Gray finds her favorite author and friend, Sam Ollson, on his kitchen floor. Naturally, she calls 911. Sam's daughter promptly ships her dad to Laramie for his recuperation and asks Anabeth to pack up his house, clear indication she means for the move to be permanent. Anabeth agrees, but only because she loves Sam, who writes books featuring witches, werewolves, and ghosts. As she lovingly places Sam's belongings in boxes, Anabeth begins to suspect that he just might be writing nonfiction instead of fiction. Her suspicions become reality when Logan Dalton, a friend of Sam's, suddenly shows up. Way more than just another hottie with an attitude, Logan needs help of a supernatural nature, and with Sam out of the picture, Anabeth is the only person he can turn to.
Linda Palmer
Linda Palmer admits it all started when she fell in love with Roy Rogers in the fifties. The family TV was boxy; the picture was black and white. That didn't matter. Roy's cowboy courage won the day and inspired her to create elaborate scenarios when playing with her sisters and friends outside. Indoors, she read romances in every genre from Sci Fi to Gothic. Linda began writing for pleasure in the third grade, mostly poetry, and has letters from her grade school teachers predicting she'd be an author. Her poems eventually became short stories; her short stories became books. And even though a writing career was never actually a dream, it was something she pursued with intent after winning some writing contests and joining local and national writers' groups. Silhouette Books published Linda's first romance novel in l989 and the next twenty over a ten-year period (writing as Linda Varner, her maiden name). In 1999 she took a ten-year break to take care of her family, but learned that she couldn't not write. She began again in 2009, changing her genre to young adult/new adult paranormal romance. She has now written over a hundred novels and novellas ranging from traditional romance to erotica. Linda was a Romance Writers of America Rita finalist twice and won the 2011 and 2012 EPIC eBook awards in the Young Adult category. She was also a finalist in that category in 2013 and in 2014. Linda has been married to her junior high school sweetheart over fifty years and lives in Arkansas, USA with her family. Ever a hopeless romantic, she still falls for unattainable Hollywood heroes that inspire her to write romances about alpha males and the women who stand up to them. Linda hints that her current crush's name starts with Tom and ends with Hardy. Her website is www.lindavpalmer.com. You can also find her on Facebook: Linda Varner Palmer.
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Wraith Wolf (A Wolf of My Heart Novella) - Linda Palmer
Wraith Wolf
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Linda Palmer
A Wolf of My Heart Novella
Wraith Wolf © 2014 by Linda Palmer
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Chapter One
Is there an Anabel in here? I'm looking for Anabel.
I glanced up from the pills being sorted and eyed the hottie who'd just walked into the drugstore. Tall and lean, with gorgeous green eyes, he looked pissed. Or maybe his flushed cheeks resulted from the arctic wind wailing outside. "I'm Anabeth."
His gaze pounced on me. That your Encore out front?
Yes. Please tell me you didn't hit it.
An extravagant high school graduation gift from my parents, it was a sort of consolation prize for missing every important event in my life, including that one.
I didn't hit it. You're parked in my spot.
Whew. Um, doesn't have your name on it.
The sign says 'Reserved for Flower Power.' That's me.
Since when?
No car had ever needed the spot before.
Since months ago. So are you going to move it, or not? I need to load up and make some deliveries before it gets dark.
So do I, and meds take precedence over pine wreaths and poinsettias. Give me five more minutes, and I'll be gone.
He scowled.
Pretty please with a candy cane on top?
I flashed my best smile, the one that always took my big brothers to their knees.
Unfazed, he turned on his heel and stomped out.
Guess you told him,
Layla Porter said with a laugh and a toss of her long auburn hair. We lived in the same old house, which had been broken up into apartments. She had a few months on me, though, since she'd started renting in May. So she fit in with the other occupants better than I did.
I zoned in on Douglas Brown, the pharmacist who'd hired me to make after-hours deliveries. Tall and lanky, with salt and pepper hair, he was fun to tease. "Why don't you have a reserved spot?"
He grimaced. Takes an act of city council to get one.
Josie somehow made it happen.
Josie Dalton owned the shop next door. I figured the guy who'd just complained must be a holiday hire. At any rate, I'd never seen him before, but then I'd only been around since September, a matter of three months.
Douglas pushed his glasses up on his nose. No, she didn't. Sybila Belinni did.
Layla glanced up sharply. "How did she manage it?"
Slept with the mayor,
Douglas said. Or maybe she cast a spell on him. Never did know for sure.
Cast a spell? My gaze flew from Douglas to Layla and back again. They seemed so nonchalant. Were they joking?
He chuckled at the memory. She was one wicked witch, that Sybila. Worked her magic in a portrait studio where the flower shop is now. A damn good photographer. Pretty as a cardinal in the snow, but sneaky as a snake.
I did love his similes, though the rest of what he'd just said didn't make a lick of sense to me.
Where's the infamous Sybila these days?
Layla still didn't seem bothered that Douglas had just said he knew a witch.
Ran off with Keith Michaels when her coven kicked her out last summer. Heard she'd turned dark and was stealing power from other members, but they were all pretty tight lipped about it. A month later, Keith came back to his wife and kids with his tail tucked between his legs. Haven't seen hide nor hair of Sybila, though.
Coven? Had he really said coven? And in normal conversation as if they were common? I was too startled to ask, but noticed again that nobody else had been caught off guard.
Wendy kicked him right to the curb, too,
said Mrs. Winston with firm nod. She was one of three customers in the store. I'd helped her pick out a scarf for her granddaughter from the stash we kept by the door, all of them crocheted by Douglas's sweet aunt Mabel.
Shop was empty until Josie moved to town and renovated it in June,
added Mrs. Lawson. Mr. Neely, who owns the whole block, cancelled Sybila's rental agreement for nonpayment. Josie got here just in time to step in.
Much to everyone's relief,
said Douglas. Josie is all sunshine and rainbows, whereas that Sybila was the blue norther from hell.
I thought of the attractive, forty-something florist next door. We'd never really talked, but she'd always seemed a little sad to me. What do you know about Josie?
Douglas handed me a small white pharmacy sack to add to a growing pile. Not that much. She's a very private person.
Her husband Max is in rehab somewhere.
Mrs. Winston nodded solemnly and kept her voice low. At least that's what I heard at the beauty shop.
I instantly concluded that he'd been addicted to something. That's horrible.
Mr. Winston, her husband, patted me on the shoulder. Not that kind of rehab, honey.
Ohhh. And the guy that just came in here?
Douglas fielded that one. Her boy, Logan. He used to help her some before he went off to college in August. Appears that he's back, maybe to help out over the holidays.
Hm. Although intrigued by the spells and coven Douglas had so casually mentioned, I decided to save the rest of my questions for Sam Ollson, a local author on today's delivery list. A lifelong resident of the area, he knew everything there was to know about the people of Hecate Woods, in particular the weird stuff.
Sam currently had three popular series going, all of them paranormal. They ranged from sexy witch tales written for adults to wicked funny ghost stories aimed at teens, with some everybody-loves-'em werewolves tucked in between. I'd heard that a movie was in the works, which upped my star-struck status even more. My new life's goal was to be half as good a writer as he was.
I gathered up the last of the neatly sacked meds and put them in my tote, already mentally mapping out my Wednesday route. In my opinion, Hecate Woods had more than its share of old folks who needed medicine. I couldn't blame anyone for retiring there. Picturesque and quaint, the town was far enough away from Jackson to avoid seasonal skiers, but close enough to the mountains to leave me in awe every time I stepped outside.
I purposely saved Sam's delivery for last. In the months I'd lived in Wyoming he'd become more than just a customer. He was now my mentor and friend. Today I couldn't wait to talk to him.
With a little wave to anyone who noticed, I headed out and almost ran into the Logan dude when I shoved the door open. He was leaning against the brick building, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black leather jacket.
I'm leaving now,
I said.
Logan didn't answer. I saw that he'd parked a silver Durango right behind the Encore so I couldn't get out. The magnetic sign stuck to the door said Flower Power.
Really?
I asked, shooting an irritated glance his way. He smirked and brushed past me to move his vehicle. It's a wonder I didn't plow into it reversing my car. He sure didn't spare me an inch.
It was almost seven before I made my last delivery, which was later than usual. A winter mix of sleet and snow had compromised the streets, creating conditions that messed up my timing. But the weather had nothing to do with the odd feeling of dread that weighed me down the closer I got to Sam's. Slightly troubled by it, I trekked through the crusty snow in his yard and hopped onto his porch. He hadn't left the light on for me, something he did when necessary, but I knew my way around and knocked loudly so he'd hear. When he didn't answer in a couple of minutes, I did it again. Same result.
I wasn't sure what to do.