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By Viola Grace

Melissande has run to a safe haven, but what she doesn't know is that every paranormal being is looking for her. With a new life and exposure ahead of her, it is time to stop being foolish and to strike out on her own.

When the local were pack sets her up as a prize, she has to choose from a selection of the fittest bodies in the country. What is a girl to do?

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• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Aug 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9781487414498

Viola Grace

Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.

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When an archive runs to Grandma's house, she runs straight into the arms of a wolf. Will she stay there?

Melissande has run to a safe haven, but what she doesn't know is that every paranormal being is looking for her. With a new life and exposure ahead of her, it is time to stop being foolish and to strike out on her own.

When the local were pack sets her up as a prize, she has to choose from a selection of the fittest bodies in the country. What is a girl to do?

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Copyright © 2017 Viola Grace

ISBN: 978-1-4874-1449-8

Cover art by Martine Jardin

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Half-Blood Club Book 4

By

Viola Grace

Dedication

To anyone with a close group of friends. You know, the ones that you can see every week or once a year, and it is like you were never apart.

Carnival: Mel

Melissande got off the bus and walked toward the riot of colour and sound that was the carnival. Her parents had actually encouraged her to get out and to seek some fun.

Going alone took a lot of nerve but she was going to do it. She just had to get through the gates and Mel was positive that thoughts of running home would fade.

The line was short and she walked up and stood behind a tall woman with long, straight black hair.

Adult and child? The bored woman manning the booth looked from the dark haired woman to Mel.

The woman shook her head. One child—I mean one adult, please.

Mel smiled and put her money down when the other patron had left. One child.

She got the band that would let her ride everything and smiled. Thank you.

The woman gave her a bland look. Next!

Mel ducked her head and bustled past, heading for the midway.

Lights flashed, hawkers called out and folks gathered to play the games. Mel ignored the calls to participate and walked toward the rides.

She looked at the roller coaster and swallowed before getting in line.

The scent of popcorn got stronger as the sun climbed higher in the sky. The summer crowds got thicker and Mel shuffled forward with the others who were waiting.

The dark haired woman was at the front of the line and arguing with the carny managing the ride.

What do you mean that there are no solo riders? I am not here with friends so does that mean I can’t even enjoy the most basic rides?

Mel blinked and sighed. Right, no solo riders. She was going to have to settle for the swings.

She turned to leave the line and a hand clamped on her shoulder. She was whipped around and faced the woman with the dark hair and nearly-as-dark eyes.

You are alone? The woman’s face was determined, but there was a glimmer of desperation in it.

Um, yes.

Come with me. The woman hauled her to the front of the line. The waiting riders were bemused by the creature that had Mel in her grip and Mel didn’t blame them. She was striking.

Here. Two people, front of the ride. The woman’s voice was smug.

The carny inclined his head and moved the chain to let them on.

The stranger let Mel on first and when the restraint was locked on their shoulders, Mel made the first move.

My name is Mel, by the way.

She reached awkwardly to extend her right hand across her body.

Graylin. Thanks for this. I haven’t been to one of these before. I didn’t realize you needed two people.

The moment of contact told Mel what she needed to know. Graylin was a shape shifter. The skin was unmistakable.

Graylin smiled as the roller coaster began to click forward. Magic?

Mel nodded. Shifter?

Graylin’s smile widened to a grin. What do you want to go on after this?

I will give it some thought—ahhhhh! They had ticked to the first of the hills and tipped over. It was the end of conversation and the beginning of a friendship.

Mel and Graylin were sitting at a picnic table when Mel finally asked, How old are you, actually?

Graylin looked around and whispered, Fifteen years out of the shell.

Mel blinked. That explains that.

Graylin smiled, But, my mom made sure to get me credentials that are adult.

A pair of young women sat down next to them. One of the girls smiled, I am guessing you are talking magic. Would you mind if I tried a concealment spell so we can talk freely?

Mel looked from the woman with dark brown hair to the one who’s hair was nearly blue. The slight point of ears flirted with her vision and Mel was properly shocked. A mage and an elf weren’t usually together.

Mel bit her lip. Which spell were you going to use?

Athengar’s concealment.

Mel grabbed a hotdog wrapper from her lunch, pulled