My Furry Valentine: Peculiar Mysteries and Romances, #2

By Renee George

A string of robberies, wedding sabotage, and slew of personal disasters threaten to ruin Sunny and Babe's special day.

*****

You'll never hear anyone who knows me say, "Boy, that Sunny Haddock sure is a quitter." I'm no defeatist.

But, lately, it hasn't been easy to see the glass half full. I'm weeks away from having a baby and trying really hard to marry the father and love of my life, and it's been one catastrophic disaster after another.

Between a waxing disaster (you know what I mean, ladies!) and the theft of our weddings bands, it appears our union is doomed.

But ever the optimist, I'm determined to figure out who or what is trying to sabotage my Valentine's Day nuptials.

And I'd better hurry up because as of right now, the wedding's off!

 

Peculiar Mysteries series from USA Today bestselling author Renee George are laugh-out-loud, grip the edge of your seat, and swoon as you fall in love tales of mystery, humor, and romance that take place in the small (fictional) Ozark shifter town of Peculiar, Missouri.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Renee George
• Release date: Apr 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524245382

Renee George

Join Renee's Newsletter and never miss another new release! Sign Up Here--> https://www.renee-george.com/about-renee/newsletter About Renee: USA Today Bestselling author Renee George writes paranormal mysteries and romances because she loves all things whodunit, Otherworldly, and weird. Also, she wishes her pittie, the adorable Kona, could talk. Or at least be more like Scooby-Doo and help her unmask villains at the haunted house up the street. When she’s not writing about mystery-solving werecougars or the adventures of a hapless psychic living among shapeshifters, she is preyed upon by stray kittens who end up living in her house because she can't say no to those sweet, furry faces. (Someone stop telling them where she lives!) She resides in Mid-Missouri with her family and spends her non-writing time doing really cool stuff...like watching TV and cleaning up dog poop. Connect with Renee George! Join Renee's Rebel Readers (Facebook Group): https://www.facebook.com/groups/reneesunusualsuspects/ Like "Renee George, Author" fan page: https://www.facebook.com/authorreneegeorge Follow Renee on Twitter: @reneegeorge2008 Website: http://www.renee-george.com Instagram: author_renee_george Author Note: For readers who have enjoyed reading my books and taken the time to share their love in reviews, thank you so much! I can't tell you how much it means to me to know my work is valued. Hugs, Renee George

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My Furry Valentine

MY FURRY VALENTINE

Peculiar Mysteries & Romances

RENEE GEORGE

Barkside of the Moon Press

My Furry Valentine

Peculiar Mysteries & Romances Book 2

Copyright © Renee George 2016

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the copyright holder.

Any trademarks, service marks, product names or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement from the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and storylines in this book are inspired only by the author’s imagination. The characters are based solely in fiction and are in no relation inspired by anyone bearing the same name or names. Any similarities to real persons, situations, or incidents is purely coincidental.

Cover Art: Renee George

Imprint: Barkside of the Moon Press

Print April 21, 2017

ISBN-10: 194717701X

ISBN-13: 978-1947177017

CONTENTS

Paranormal Mysteries & Romances

Blurb

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Thank You For Not Shifting - Sneak Peek

About the Author

PARANORMAL MYSTERIES & ROMANCES

By Renee George

Peculiar Mysteries & Romances

You’ve Got Tail (Book 1)

My Furry Valentine (Book 2)

Thank You For Not Shifting (Book 3)

My Hairy Halloween (Book 4)

In the Midnight Howl (Book 5)

Furred Lines (Book 6)

My Wolfy Wedding (Book 7)

Who Let The Wolves Out? (Book 8)

My Thanksgiving Faux Paw (Book 19)

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Nora Black Midlife Psychic Mysteries

Sense & Scent Ability (Book 1)

For Whom the Smell Tolls (Book 2)

War of the Noses (Book 3)

Aroma With A View (Book 4)

Spice and Prejudice (Book 5)

Age of Inno-Scents (Book 6)

Aroma Holiday (Book 7)

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Witchin’ Impossible Paranormal Mysteries

Witchin’ Impossible (Book 1)

Rogue Coven (Book 2)

Familiar Protocol (Booke 3)

Mr & Mrs. Shift (Book 4)

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Barkside of the Moon Paranormal Mysteries

Pit Perfect Murder (Book 1)

Murder & The Money Pit (Book 2)

The Pit List Murders (Book 3)

Pit & Miss Murder (Book 4)

The Prune Pit Murder (Book 5)

Two Pits and A Little Murder (Book 6)

Pits and Pieces of Murder (Book 7)

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Grimoires of a Middle-aged Witch

Earth Spells Are Easy (Book 1)

Spell On Fire (Book 2)

When the Spells Blows (Book 3)

Spell Over Troubled Water (Book 4)

Ghost in the Spell (Book 5)

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Hex Drive

Hex Me, Baby, One More Time (Book 1)

Oops, I Hexed It Again (Book 2)

I Want Your Hex (Book 3)

Hex Me With Your Best Shot (Book 4)

Hex Me All Night Long (Book 5)

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Madder Than Hell

Gone With The Minion (Book 1)

Devil On A Hot Tin Roof (Book 2)

A Street Car Named Demonic (Book 3)

BLURB

A string of robberies, wedding sabotage, and slew of personal disasters threaten to ruin Sunny and Babe’s special day.

*****

You'll never hear anyone who knows me say, Boy, that Sunny Haddock sure is a quitter. I’m no defeatist. 

But, lately, it hasn’t been easy to see the glass half full. I’m weeks away from having a baby and trying really hard to marry the father and love of my life, and it’s been one catastrophic disaster after another.

Between a waxing disaster (you know what I mean, ladies!) and the theft of our weddings bands, it appears our union is doomed. 

But ever the optimist, I’m determined to figure out who or what is trying to sabotage my Valentine's Day nuptials. 

And I’d better hurry up because as of right now, the wedding's off!

DEDICATION

For my Husband.

Thank you for putting up with

all my crazy.

CHAPTER ONE

February 13th

Normally, I am not a defeatist. You’ll never hear anyone who knows me say, Boy, that Sunny Haddock sure is a quitter. On the contrary, I am an optimist by nature. However, as I lay on the cold concrete floor of Peculiar Paw-On, my wedding dress ripped and stained red, and my stomach cramping so hard I can barely breathe, I am truly ready to cry uncle.

At least now I know it is a who behind the sabotage of my Valentine’s Day nuptials, not a what. It doesn’t matter, though. As of now, the wedding is off.

Two weeks earlier - 14 days until the wedding...

Oh. My. God. Chavvah Trimmel, my business partner and my soon to be sister-in-law, gasped. Her dark brown hair, long and thick, spilled over her shoulders as she shook her head, her blue eyes wide with horror. Oh, Sunny! Did you stick your head in the oven?

That would’ve turned out better. I put my hands in front of my face to hide the ravaged skin. Don’t look at me. The tears stung as they rolled down my raw cheeks. Ow. I rubbed my swollen pregnant belly and hiccupped. I was five months along, which in the therian world was practically full term. Shifter babies only needed six months to cook, unlike their human counterparts who took a full nine. Even though I wasn’t a shifter, my baby certainly was.

Chavvah took my arm and led me to a chair in my small but wonderful kitchen. Babel had painted it a sage green with accents of gold and chocolate brown. On the wall above the coppery back splash, he’d stenciled the words, Above all else. Love.

Chav patted my thigh. Tell me why you took a sandblaster to yourself.

Despite my embarrassment, I managed a laugh. Well, you know those miracle sponges? The ones that take stains off the wall?

You didn’t!

I nodded, cringing at the look of pure disbelief in her eyes. I’m getting married on Valentine’s Day. That’s in two weeks, Chav. I held up my index and middle fingers. Two! And this Missouri winter is killing my complexion. It’s bad enough I’m going to be fat in my pictures—

Pregnant.

Whatever! I want dewy skin, damn it. I knew I was being cranky, but junior was putting a lot of pressure on the inside of my ribs, I had constant heartburn, and I couldn’t walk three feet without farting. It felt like every part of my body was rebelling against me.

Sunny. She put her arm around my shoulder. You are—um, were—beautiful.

I wailed. I look like I’ve been kissing the sun’s ass.

I saw her mouth twitch and her eyes crinkle at the corners.

Don’t you dare laugh at me, Chavvah Trimmel!

Chav made an obvious effort to swallow her giggles. She walked to the counter to grab the tissue box, her limp noticeable. I worked at hiding my sympathy. There was nothing she hated more than people feeling sorry for her. Her uneven gait