A Werewolf Valentine's

By C.M. Stunich

A young adult paranormal romance from bestselling author C.M. Stunich...

Sylvia Noe and Josiah Wakeham are a mated pair.
Totally embarrassing, right?
But kind of dreamy, too.

Too bad his werewolf hunter mother won't stop trying to poison him with wolfsbane tea, or casting weird spells on him in her attempts to turn him back into a human. As if Valentine's Day isn't tricky enough—there're roses and chocolates and jewelry and the big school dance to think about.

It's the most romantic night of the year, but Sylvia and Josiah might have bigger things to worry about, like how to keep his mother from kidnapping him and sending him off to boarding school in Connecticut. Like, who does that? Even a silver plated axe isn't enough motivation to make Josiah want to go.

Then there's the weird fight happening between their best friends. Love should be in the air, but it looks like it's filled mostly with silver crossbow bolts and misunderstandings. How lame is that?

***A Werewolf Valentine's is a 31,000 word novella from International Bestselling Author C.M. Stunich. This is the third book in the series beginning with the novella, A Werewolf Christmas. No cliff-hangers, lots of young adult romance, holiday craziness ... and plenty of werewolves. Plus, it has a happy ending and can be read in conjunction with A Werewolf Christmas & A Werewolf New Year's for a complete story or continued with A Werewolf St. Patrick's Day.

Also by C.M. Stunich (and her pen name, Violet Blaze)
-DeadBorn (YA zombie romance)
-Raw and Dirty (motorcycle club romance)
-The Feed (dark mermaid YA romance)
-Real Ugly (FREE rockstar romantic suspense)

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.M. Stunich
• Release date: Feb 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781938623363

C.M. Stunich

C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn't mind - especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them everyday, C.M. has decided to have herself committed. She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she's not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She's the author of over forty novels - romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There's a heck of a lot to do there. Oh, and Caitlin loves to chat (incessantly), so feel free to e-mail her, send her a Facebook message, or put up smoke signals. She's already looking forward to it. ? ☠? KEEP UP WITH ALL THE FUN ... AND EARN SOME FREE BOOKS! ?☠? JOIN THE C.M. STUNICH NEWSLETTER – Get three free books just for signing up ❥ http://eepurl.com/DEsEf TWEET ME ON TWITTER, BABE – Come sing the social media song with me ❥ https://twitter.com/CMStunich LOVE YA SOME SNAPCHAT? – Want to receive your news hot, current, and quick? Get exclusive Snaps from live book signings and see what I'm working on before anyone else does ❥ add me by searching for cmstunich or C.M. Stunich LISTEN TO MY BOOK PLAYLISTS – Share your fave music with me and I'll give you my playlists (I'm super active on here!) ❥ https://open.spotify.com/user/CMStunich FRIEND ME ON FACEBOOK – Okay, I'm actually at the 5,000 friend limit, but if you click the "follow" button on my profile page (vs this one), you'll see way more of my killer posts ❥ https://facebook.com/cmstunich LIKE ME ON FACEBOOK – The more, the merrier! Please hop on over and give me a little love ❥ https://facebook.com/cmstunichauthor & https://facebook.com/violetblazeauthor CHECK OUT THE NEW SITE – TBA (under construction) but it looks kick-a$$ so far, right? You'll be able to order signed books here very soon ❥ http://www.cmstunich.com READ VIOLET BLAZE – Read the books from my hot as hellfire pen name, Violet Blaze ❥ http://www.violetblazebooks.com SUBSCRIBE TO MY RSS FEED – Press that little orange button in the corner and copy that RSS feed so you can get all the latest updates ❥ http://www.cmstunich.com/blog AMAZON, BABY – If you click the follow button here, you'll get an email each time I put out a new book. Pretty sweet, huh? ❥ http://amazon.com/author/cmstunich & http://amazon.com/author/violetblaze PINTEREST – Lots of hot half-naked men. Oh, and half-naked men. Plus, tattooed guys holding babies (who are half-naked) ❥ http://pinterest.com/cmstunich INSTAGRAM – Cute cat pictures. And half-naked guys. Yep, that again. ❥ http://instagram.com/cmstunich GRAB A SMOKIN' HOT READ – Check out my books, grab one or two or five. Fall in love over and over again. Satisfaction guaranteed, baby. ;) AMAZON ❥ http://amazon.com/author/cmstunich B&N ❥ http://tinyurl.com/cmbarnes iTUNES ❥ http://tinyurl.com/cmitunesbooks GOOGLE PLAY ❥ http://tinyurl.com/cmgoogle KOBO ❥ http://tinyurl.com/cmkobobooks VIOLET BLAZE ❥ http://amazon.com/author/violetblaze P.S. I heart the f*ck out of you! Thanks for reading! I love your faces.

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What's a werewolf to do when her boyfriend's mom is a werewolf hunter?

A Werewolf Valentine's Smashwords Edition © C.M. Stunich 2017

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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ISBN-10: 1938623363 (eBook)

ISBN-13: 978-1-938623-36-3 (eBook)

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I'm so excited to welcome you back to book three in the Howling Holiday Series. When I originally started this series, with book one A Werewolf Christmas, I had no idea how much fun I'd have with it or how much I'd grow to love the characters and the blossoming relationship between Sylvia and Josiah. If you need a sweet, sappy, werewolf infused love story, then you're in the right place. Of course, poor Sylv still has to deal with her mate's crazy werewolf hunting mom, but love can conquer all, can't it?!

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Valentine's Day.

A holiday that strikes fear into the hearts of many—but only if you're single. For a mated werewolf such as myself, it was pretty much bliss. Or … it would be if my boyfriend's mother (who also happened to be a seasoned werewolf hunter) would relax a little on her son's epic grounding. I hadn't seen much of Josiah outside of school since the whole New Year's fiasco, but that was okay. School was enough; we had the rest of our lives to be together.

I felt a huge grin break over my face and tried to ignore the drawn together brows of my girlfriend, Deb. Her boyfriend, Lincoln, had just broken up with her, effectively ending the power couple known to the entire school as DebLin. Their lovey-dovey smugness had been like a pink cloud hovering over the school last year, tainting everyone else's holiday with their over the top perfection. Lincoln had ordered a red limo to pick Deb up from class and popped out of the top like a movie boyfriend cliché, a spray of white roses in his hand. And now, that cloud was gone.

Please, spare us all the contented couple look, Deb said with a roll of her eyes, pushing some frizzy dark curls over her shoulder. "Take it from me: even if it feels perfect, it probably won't last."

I paused next to my locker and gave Deb a sympathetic look as I spun the combination on the lock and let the rusted green door swing wide.

"Did Lincoln tell you why he wanted to break up?" I asked for the millionth time. Deb had been strangely tight-lipped about the whole incident, and I wasn't trying to pry or anything, but it was hard to think up new ways to offer support when I didn't know all the circumstances.

Not really, no, Deb said with a sigh, leaning her back against the bank of lockers and gazing across the hall at the row of floor to ceiling windows that looked out onto the courtyard. He just … texted me. I bit my lip as I shoved my sweater into the locker and felt my hand brush against a small package that hadn't been there before.

Josiah.

I glanced over at Deb as she gazed into the sky through the window and started humming an old Bryan Adams song under her breath. Oh my God. I seriously needed to figure this Lincoln thing out—and fast. Unless I wanted to memorized the lyrics to (Everything I Do) I Do It For You. Which I so didn't. I was, like, not even born when that song came out. Plus, my dad liked to sing it to my mom when they were flirting and giggling in the kitchen and didn't think my brothers or I was around. Gross, much?

I used my sweater as cover and slid the top off the little box. It was wrapped in a creamy brown satin paper with a matching lid. Inside, was a tiny stuffed werewolf with a heart around its neck.

Will You Be My Mate?

The words were etched into the back of the little red heart necklace, and I had to choke back a squeal. Three days until Valentine's Day—and the big V-Day school bash—and Josiah was already showering me with gifts. Speaking of … I shoved the stuffed wolf back into the box and stepped back before Deb could see. No need to grind salt into her emotional wounds.

Can you believe he broke up with me over text? she asked, but all I could do was stare back at her, the lenses on her glasses reflecting back my carefully neutral face. I'd tried the whole demonize the ex girlfriend gossip trick, but it hadn't worked. Deb was still so into Lincoln that she got her feelings hurt when I talked badly about him.

Are you sure nothing happened between you two? I asked back. I wasn't trying to beat a dead horse or anything, but this whole situation just seemed … off. At least Josiah was friends with Lincoln. Later, when we had our secret lunchtime rendezvous down by the football field, I'd ask him about it. That is, if my mouth wasn't busy kissing his face off.

I almost smiled, but then Deb sniffled and I frowned again.

Guess I won't be going to the dance this year, she said as I tucked some brunette strands behind an ear—a very human ear, thankfully. I could only count myself lucky that the full moon after my sixteenth birthday had been during a school break. Imagine if I'd grown ears and a tail in fifth period biology? I'm sure Ms. Mantley would've had a field day.

You can't skip the dance just because you don't have a date, I said and then held up a finger as an idea struck. Or, we could, you know, get you another date.

Deb glanced over at me suspiciously, pushing her glasses up her nose with a single finger and narrowing her eyes. Those pale brown depths stared back at me like I was the enemy.

Another date? With three days to go until the dance? I don't think so, Sylvia. But then … even though she was glaring at me like she kind of wished I'd drop dead, the corner of her lip was twitching in that way it does before she smiles. With who?

"With whom," I corrected, trying to make a joke. Deb frowned some more and then her narrowed eyes flew wide as she spotted something over my shoulder. I followed her focus around and found … Josiah and Lincoln.

I couldn't help it; a grin split my face right in half.

Sylvie! Josiah said, feigning shock at seeing me. You still go here? he asked as the two of them came up to us and I noticed Lincoln's intentionally diverted gaze. Apparently there was something really cool happening up near the ceiling. Personally, all I could see were red and pink paper hearts and several banners advertising the dance.

I ignored Lincoln's weirdness and Debra's angry gaze for a minute, hopping into Josiah's arms as he dropped his backpack to the old terracotta tile floors beneath our feet. He lifted me up easy as pie since, you know, I passed on my lycanthropy STD to him. Josiah was now as strong as an ox—and it was totally hot.

Our mouths met in an explosion of color and warmth, stirring up these bouncy feelings in my belly that made me sigh all dramatically; I could hear Deb groaning behind me. Thing was, DebLin had been soooo much worse. I mean, like, making out and rounding first base between each class. Yeah, that bad.

I pulled away and grinned at Josiah, loving the feel of his hands on my hips, his fingertips touching the bare skin on my lower back where my shirt had ridden up. When he set me back on my feet, I felt almost dizzy.

Did you get it? he asked, leaning forward to whisper in my ear, his lips brushing hot and silky against my neck. The little present I left?

I got it, I whispered back, standing up straight and looking my—yes, I'd finally accepted the word—mate over from head to toe. Josiah was tall, dark, and handsome in every sense of the