Southern Howl: Magic and Mayhem Universe: Southern Shift

By H.M. McQueen

When Jane returns to her hometown and wolf pack, she is faced with three prospects for mates, a family reunion gone amuck, and magical spells by her crazy aunts in an attempt to get her mated.

Witches, vampires and shifters come together in an epically hilarious adventure, which ends with a fire, a Rottweiler humping a witch and a naked encounter with a hunky cop.

Shifting ain't easy.   

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hildie McQueen
• Release date: Aug 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386213574

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Blast Off with us into the Magic and Mayhem Universe!

I’m Robyn Peterman, the creator of the Magic and Mayhem Series and I’d like to invite you to my Magic and Mayhem Universe.

What is the Magic and Mayhem Universe, you may ask?

Well, let me explain...

It’s basically authorized fan fiction written by some amazing authors that I stalked and blackmailed! KIDDING! I was lucky and blessed to have some brilliant authors say yes! They have written brand new stories using my world and some of my characters. And let me tell you...the results are hilarious!

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Chapter One

It was the worst time to be focusing on a man's crotch. But the fact it was framed perfectly in Jane Johnson's mirror made it impossible. She giggled despite the blue lights flashing into her car.

As the trooper walked closer the crotch grew. A chuckle escaped and Jane coughed to cover it up. Unfortunately, when he got to the driver's side window, once again the full package was framed.

A peal of laughter escaped. The more she tried to stop, the harder it became. So yeah, she was laughing when he asked for her license and registration. It helped a little when he leaned over and gave her an annoyed look. Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to get out of the car.

Jane held her hand up. I'm not drunk, I promise. It's just something made me laugh. Give me a minute.

The trooper cocked his head to the side, his blue eyes narrowing as he studied her face.

Pretty sure it was beat red.

Come on, step out of the car.

Okay. I'm coming. The tone of his voice sobered her up and she opened the door and climbed out. It was then she realized it probably didn't look good that she continued to chuckle while doing so.

He was tall, well built and very pissed off.

Put your hands on the car and spread your legs.

Now why did he have to say that? Jane lost it and fell to the ground laughing so hard she was crying. Of all the stupid times to get a laugh attack. It happened to her more often than anyone would think. No matter what was said, once she got started, everything tickled her.

Oh my God. Oh my God, Jane gasped. I can't stop. She let out a breath and wiped at the tears. I'm so sorry.

After getting to all fours, she finally managed to stand and leaned on the car. The trooper's flat eyes roamed over her. You tore your pants.

Shit, they're brand new. She leaned over and inspected her knees. Dagnabbit!

Obviously, he'd given up on frisking her because now he stood back with his arms crossed. You were driving erratically. Was that because you were laughing at something?

What? No...I was... Jane inspected her now ruined manicure. Well shit. I was painting my nails.

While driving?

She looked up and down the empty road. I haven't seen a car in like half an hour. I think the public is pretty safe.

What about you? Distracted, you could have hit a tree or a deer. His southern drawl combined with the deep voice made her lean forward just a little. I suggest you wait until you get home to finish up.

Yeah, about that. It's been a while since I visited Auntie Scootie, can you tell me where Bellow's Road is?

His eyes widened then he frowned. You're related to those crazy people?

Jane started to defend her family, but then thought better of it. They were crazier than a mad hatter. Unfortunately, yes. As I demonstrated just a bit ago, I fit right in.

We get calls all the time. Noisy bunch, loud howling dogs most nights.

Oh...right. Made sense since they were all wolves. She sniffed at the trooper, hiding it with a loud snort. Not exactly ladylike, but she had to see if he was a shifter or not. If he was, then she'd love to see him shift and other stuff.

There was a recessive gene, but not enough that he would know about it, unless someone told him. Most people in Jasper County were at least part wolf, since her family had lived there since coming to America from the old country at least two hundred years ago.

They're a pack of wolves, she said waiting for his reaction.

I think they're Rottweilers, he responded. I saw the dogs last time I was there. Never saw any wolves.

So nope, he wasn't aware of the truth. Too bad. She'd like to get to know the hot trooper more.

He looked to the left and pointed. Go down another three miles or so. You'll see the crooked mailbox and a huge American flag hanging on a pole. That's it.

Jane smiled. Her family may be crazy, but they were patriotic.

Well, I better scoot.

I haven't written your ticket yet.

For what?

Driving crazy.

She smiled at him. Is that what you're doing to put on it? That I was driving crazy?

His lips twitched. Driving while polishing. I'll add that, too. Unless.

Unless what? Jane was in full flirt mode now, twirling her hair around a finger and doing some sort of snake dance motion, which was probably not alluring in the least.

You go out with me.

Oh! She pretended to be surprised. That would be great.

How about Friday? I'll pick you up around eight.

Ummm... how about I meet you? The last thing she needed was a date coming around protective male wolves.

The trooper agreed and let her go.

Minutes later the crooked mailbox came in to view. A stronger gust of wind and the thing would be sideways on the ground. The oversized flag next to it flapped in the wind.

When she slowed down to turn, the Star Spangled Banner played from some sort of rigged up speaker in a box at the foot of the flagpole. Only her family would spend good money on something like that and ignore the mailbox right next to it.

Bellow's Road was a dirt road that went back for a mile, winding around trees and a small, man-made pond before