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After recognizing an over saturation of negative imagery in media, 13th & Joan Founder Ardre Orie worked tirelessly to create solutions that would allow real people to tell real stories that would reflect the diversity of our experiences in life and those that would inspire and empower.
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Shorewood is still unbeaten, but this victory was anything but easy. Rob Diederichs scored a game-high 19 and the Shorewood Thunderbirds edged Mariner 52-49 in a WesCo South Division...
EVERETT Shorewood is still unbeaten, but this victory was anything but easy.
Rob Diederichs scored a game-high 19 and the Shorewood Thunderbirds edged Mariner 52-49 in a WesCo South Division boys basketball game last night.
Shorewood is 3-0 overall and 2-0 in WesCo South.
It was a see-saw game, and Justin Kramer hit a three-pointer to tie it with about three minutes for Mariner. The Marauders (2-1, 1-1) missed a shot to tie with six seconds to go, then grabbed the offensive rebound and got off another shot. It also missed.
Diederichs hit two three-pointers for Shorewood.
Aaron Cartwright led Mariner with 18 points, hitting 9 of 9 free throws, and Tommy Craddock scored eight of his 13 in the fourth quarter, and also pulled down 11 rebounds (five of them offensive), had a block, three steals and took two charges.
Other games
At Kamiak 58, Everett 48
Billy Johnson and Rahiti Marere each scored 13 to lead a balanced offense for the Knights (2-1, 1-1) in WesCo South.
Sean Hermes added 12 for Kamiak. Bryce Levin scored 12 for Everett (2-1, 1-1).
At Jackson 75, Shorecrest 67
Drew Eisinger scored a team-high 28, offsetting 31 by Jon Moe 31, as the Timberwolves (2-1, 1-1) won in WesCo South. The Scots (0-2, 0-2) also had 10 points from Chris Lindsey. Brian Rucker added 10 for Jackson.
At Snohomish 63, Marysville-Pilchuck 60
Jon Brockman, a 6-foot-7 senior, had 25 points and 10 rebounds as the Panthers (1-2, 1-1) beat the Tomahawks (2-3, 1-1) in WesCo North for their first victory.
Jared Stohl, a sophomore guard, scored 18 to lead M-P. Duane Lanphere added 15 and Keaton Taitingfong 13 for the Tomahawks. Nate Van Duine added 12 for Snohomish.
At Mount Vernon 60, Monroe 33
The No. 11 Bulldogs' defense held the Bearcats to 12 for 61 shooting (19.6 percent) to win in WesCo North. Mount Vernon (3-1, 2-0) trailed 15-8 after the first quarter, but outscored Monroe 52-18 the rest of the way.
Ryan Kendrick led three Mount Vernon players in double figures with 14. Justin Burns added 13, and Jake Moore had 10. Evan Curlin's 11 points led Monroe (1-1, 1-1).
Cascade 59, at Oak Harbor 48
Chris Hilliard scored a game-high 27 points, and the Bruins (1-2, 1-1) overcame an 18-7 first-quarter deficit to keep the Wildcats (0-4, 0-1) winless.
Marc Ferguson led Oak Harbor with 21 points, and Chris Hughes added 14.
Sean Carter added 12 for Cascade, which erupted for an 18-8 advantage in the second period.
At Stanwood 65, Lake Stevens 48
Guard Daes Kaufman made his season debut with 28 points, 17 in a 26-point fourth quarter, to lead the Spartans (1-3, 1-0) to their first victory of the season.
Kurt Schrieber scored 16 to lead Lake Stevens (1-3, 1-1), which led 30-24 at halftime, but was outscored 41-18 after intermission.

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Drawing on the authors' background in education and policy development, Agricultural and Food Policy, Sixth Edition provides a comprehensive treatment of domestic and international policy setting, process, options and consequences. This book goes beyond the traditional discussion of farm programs, and gets readers thinking in broader terms, by considering the many forces—globalization, technology, food safety, environment—that influence policy change. Taking an unbiased approach, this edition includes more economic theory, a new chapter on government involvement, current policy issues, and a chapter devoted to the future of agricultural and food policy. Informs readers of the most recent policy issues, such as the Doha Round of WTO negotiations, food terrorism, and budget deficits, in an objective manner. Creates an understanding of how U.S. policy affects stakeholders in other countries. Shows the importance of current WTO negotiations to policy outcomes. Gives readers a deeper understanding of the conditions leading to government involvement, the constraints on government involvement, the role of economists and the limits of economics. Explains concepts using graphs and helps readers understand the underlying theory driving policy decisions. Examines the impact of constituency groups and encourages readers to consider the future of agriculture and food policy. Those interested or involved in agricultural and food policy.
An undergraduate textbook on agricultural and food policy, recognizing policy formulation as a blend of economics and politics, and emphasizing developing an understanding of problems, policy alternatives, and their consequences. Covers international trade and macroeconomic policy, domestic and farm policy, and the policy process. This third edition reflects changes in the international scene in areas such as distribution of food, and includes new chapters on rural development issues and agribusiness relationships. Annotation c. Book News, Inc., Portland, OR (booknews.com)


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Hyundai's 2011 Sonata 2.0T, with its four-cylinder engine's power boosted by a turbocharger, is on the leading edge of a wave that will likely become a sea change as car makers increasingly move toward using these exhaust gas driven air pumps to meet consumer power demands while delivering a more efficient and "greener" product.
Despite the hype, hybrids and electrics won't be major factors in the North American fleet any time soon, but what we will be seeing more of is smaller-displacement engines with forced induction replacing the traditional reliance on naturally aspirated large-displacement units. Fours force-fed to act like sixes and sixes stimulated to perform like V-8s.
Hyundai's 274-hp 2.0T is one of the best examples out there of why this will be a good thing.
This four-cylinder-engined mid-size sedan's high level of performance and drivability more than matches V-6-equipped rivals while delivering fuel economy numbers they, and even some four-cylinder models, can't attain.
North American drivers may be showing signs of throttling back their automotive power aspirations in the face of climatic threats to the planet and the more immediate discomfort of gas pains in their wallet area, but most still enjoy and many insist on something significant happening when they prod the gas pedal.
For the auto industry, which always wants to give consumers what they want, reality in the form of severe new fuel economy regulations looming for 2015, means performance demands will increasingly have to be met by more compact, lighter, smaller-displacement engines, many with their power and fuel economy improved by forced induction devices such as superchargers or turbochargers.
Turbo maker Honeywell predicts 20 per cent of engines in North America will be equipped with turbochargers by 2015 compared to 5 per cent today - in Europe, it's already 67 per cent. And it predicts worldwide some 35 million vehicles will be fed their fuel/air mixture by a turbo versus 17 million currently.
The Hyundai Sonata, Buick Regal and Subaru Legacy are currently available with turbocharged four-cylinder gasoline-fuelled engines with Volkswagen offering a turbo-diesel in its new Passat. A size smaller is Chevy's new turbo-equipped Cruze.
The 2.0T version of Hyundai's latest-generation Sonata was introduced last fall with prices for the base version starting at $28,999 and the more highly equipped Limited at $31,749. The test 2.0T was the latter with a navi system boosting its price to $33,499.
The new Sonata with its good looks, classy and well-equipped interior and competent driving characteristics has won a number of "best" awards and enough people have driven one out of Hyundai showrooms to establish that it has most of the attributes required to woo mid-size buyers so let's concentrate on its mechanical advantages.
The 2.0T's Theta II engine is an all-aluminum, 2.0-litre, twin-cam, four-valve-per-cylinder (actuated by a continuously variable timing system) four-cylinder, which make it pretty much state of the art. But it has also two latest-tech features: gasoline direct injection (GDI) and a twin-scroll turbocharger.
The former injects fuel at very high pressure and with great precision directly into the combustion chamber and the twin-scroll turbo works more efficiently by making better use of exhaust gas flow and delivers its boost in a way that also improves combustion efficiency.
The result is 274 hp at 6,000 rpm and 269 lb-ft of torque available through a range from 1,750-4,500 rpm. The 2.0T's power rating of 137 hp per litre betters the Regal's 110 hp per litre and the 70-75 hp per litre produced by most V-6s.
The 2.0T sedan, at 1,541 kg, is lighter than V-6 rivals, and 90 kilograms heavier than its 2.4-litre four-cylinder, 198-hp-engined sibling when it is equipped with the six-speed automatic they share. The previous-generation Sonata V-6 weighed in at 1,569 kg and its 3.3-litre engine produced 234 hp and 226 lb-ft of torque.
Not only does this new turbo-four produce more rapid acceleration than its V-6 predecessor (and probably most of its V-6 competition) but thanks to the turbo-induced broad spread of torque and the six-speed automatic, city drivability is great and performance firmly in the sports sedan category.
There's virtually no sense, other than perhaps the well-muted sound, that there's a turbo-four under the 2.0T's hood and not a V-6. Turbo-lag, a delay in response early turbocharged engines often suffered from, is essentially non-existent from the driver's perspective. If there is any, the smooth and quick-shifting automatic takes up the slack.
And along with that, it produces exemplary fuel economy. Government ratings of 9.3 litres/100 km city and 6.0 highway compare to the old V-6 model's 11.5 city/7.2 highway. At four-lane highway cruising speeds, it surprisingly burns only a tad more fuel than its rating number.
Basically the only area in which the 2.0T's turbo-four might come up short for some buyers is its lack of V-6 cachet. My advice - get over it.
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2011 Hyundai Sonata 2.0T
Type: Mid-size sedan
Base Price: $31,749; as tested, $33,499
Engine: 2.0-litre, DOHC, inline-four
Horsepower/torque: 274 hp/269 lb-ft
Transmission: Six-speed automatic
Drive: Front-wheel
Fuel economy (litres/100 km): 9.3 city/6.0 highway; regular gas
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Harassment Charge Against Jordanian Driver Sealed with a Kiss
The receptionist was caught off-guard when the offer of coffee turned into an unwanted hug that later resulted in a forceful kiss. (Image courtesy of "officefurnituredepot.com")
A driver has denied stealing a kiss from a receptionist in her office.
Prosecutors charged the 26-year-old driver, M.T., with molesting the 21-year-old receptionist by pulling her close to his body and forcibly kissing her.
"No sir that did not happen… I am not guilty," said Jordanian M.T. when he defended himself before the Dubai Court of First Instance.
According to the charge sheet, the suspect hugged Filipina L.C. against her will and held her head. Then he forced her to kiss him.
His lawyer asked Presiding Judge Hamad Abdul Latif Abdul Jawad to adjourn the case until he hears prosecution witnesses on January 23.
The receptionist alleged that the incident happened at the office where she works in Dubai Media City.
Offer of coffee
"My Jordanian boss, R.I., asked me to wait for the company's representative to collect from him a car key. While I was at the reception, the defendant arrived and claimed that he also was waiting for the company's representative. I asked the suspect if he wanted to drink coffee or tea. He asked me for coffee. I walked into the kitchenette to prepare coffee for him.
"After he drank the coffee he claimed that it didn't taste good… I offered to prepare him a new cup. When I walked into the kitchenette, he followed me inside and touched my hair and hugged me. I felt scared and nervous from his attitude, and when I tried to avoid him, he pulled me strongly towards his body and hugged me again," L.C. told the prosecutors.
Prosecution records said the defendant asked the receptionist about her salary and offered to have it increased because he had a strong friendship with her boss.
"I refused to discuss my salary with him and told him it is something personal. Then he walked towards my desk at the reception and asked me to kiss him. I refused and told him that he is not my boyfriend… suddenly he grabbed me again from my shoulder. Then he forcibly turned me towards him and stole a kiss from me against my will. I pushed him away and ran to the kitchenette. Meanwhile the company's representative arrived," she claimed during questioning.
The company's representative, A.H., claimed that he realised that L.C. was disturbed while he was driving her back home after work. "She alleged to me that she was molested by M.T. While we were in the car, I phoned the defendant and asked him about L.C.'s claims, but he denied," A.H. claimed during questioning.
The receptionist's sister convinced her to report to the police. The trial continues.
By Bassam Za'za', Senior Reporter
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2,271 people in Avondale Heights had a tertiary qualification in 2011.
Educational Qualifications relate to education outside of primary and secondary school and are one of the most important indicators of socio-economic status. With other data sources, such as Employment Status, Income and Occupation, Avondale Heights's Educational Qualifications help to evaluate the economic opportunities and socio-economic status of the area and identify skill gaps in the labour market.
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Analysis of the qualifications of the population in Avondale Heights in 2011 compared to the City of Moonee Valley shows that there was a lower proportion of people holding formal qualifications (Bachelor or higher degree; Advanced Diploma or Diploma; or Vocational qualifications), and a higher proportion of people with no formal qualifications.
Overall, 38.5% of the population aged 15 and over held educational qualifications, and 52.2% had no qualifications, compared with 48.1% and 41.7% respectively for the City of Moonee Valley.
The major differences between qualifications held by the population of Avondale Heights and the City of Moonee Valley were:
- A larger percentage of persons with No qualifications (52.2% compared to 41.7%)
- A larger percentage of persons with Vocational qualifications (14.4% compared to 13.3%)
- A smaller percentage of persons with Bachelor or Higher degrees (17.2% compared to 26.5%)
- A smaller percentage of persons with Advanced Diploma or Diplomas (6.9% compared to 8.4%)
Emerging groups
The largest changes in the qualifications of the population in Avondale Heights between 2006 and 2011 were in those with:
- No qualifications (-489 persons)
- Bachelor or Higher degrees (+376 persons)
- Advanced Diploma or Diplomas (+134 persons)
- Vocational qualifications (+105 persons)


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[Column] Ehiedu Iweriebor: Liberated Africa: Pathways to self transformational development
In the period since independence in the 1950s, Africa has undergone profound social, cultural, economic and political changes. Some inherited and historically rootless colonialist political and social systems have collapsed, been transcended and reconstituted.
Different political systems – single party rule, personal rule and military governments have come and gone. New post-independence political and social systems; economic institutions, professional associations and labour unions, various types - traditional and new and varied cultural expressions have all emerged. Creative efforts to foster effective nation-building, develop a sense of belonging and manage diversity productively have also been made.
New political systems, different forms of electoral democracy and democratic government; political parties and groups, varied social and intelligentsia organizations, confident youth groups, civil society organizations are also emerging. Disruptive and traumatic political and social crises have occurred.
These include civil wars, secessionist wars, famines, elite generated manipulative ethnicity and deadly intergroup conflicts, and recently home grown and imported religious terrorism and their destructive wars, spectacular damaging actions, the creation of refugees and internally displaced peoples and the generation of general feelings of insecurity.
However, given Africa's size and vast unmet human, social and economic needs there is no question that substantial as what has been built is, the extant physical and social infrastructures are not adequate or abundant enough.
At the same time, it is quite clear that the physical and social landscapes of Africa today are vastly different from what they were 60 years ago such that it is unlikely that people from those times will recognize Africa of today.
Yet it is also true that there are some aspects of African realities that have not changed substantively or for the better during this period because Africa did not regain, recover or assert its ownership and use of its autonomous self-direction capacities in some spheres over the past six decades. These are primarily in the areas of economic sovereignty, development capacitation, self-actuated development and ideological self-direction.
This failure is manifested in such conditions as persistent underdevelopment, the pre-eminence of primary commodities production and export in its economic interactions with the world, import dependency, development incapacitation and poverty generation.
It is also manifested in Africa's ideological subordination to external diktat through the acceptance and implementation of the economic management dogmas and prescriptions of the multilateral imperialist agencies – the World Bank, IMF and similar bilateral external agencies.
These prescribed non-development dogmas include: privatization, deregulation and African states self-withdrawal from promoting socio-economic development and the simultaneous promotion of the ascendancy of "market forces, foreign investors, foreign direct investments and foreign technology transfer " as the primary and indispensable engines of African economic growth.
The forceful application of these disempowering dogmas through the active complicity of psychologically programmed and ideologically defeated African leaders and elite over the past three decades has yielded or in fact consolidated Africa in its status as under- developed, under-equipped and incapable of development self-propulsion.
With African economies arrested in primary commodity export and the mass importation of manufactured goods they are mired in the same exocentric rut and this inevitably results in the export of jobs and import of poverty, therefore recurrent poverty-generation.
This condition and its persistence over this period suggest that it cannot be resolved within itself.
It has to be transcended by African strategies of psycho-cultural recovery and development capacitation. Psycho-cultural recovery will entail the self-conscious efforts of liberated Africans to peel off the layers of self-deceit, self-delusion, psycho-ideological incapacitation, diminution of African self-worth, self-marginalization of African agency in African development.
It would also require the expurgation from African leaderships and elite of their worshipful dependence on outsiders and preference for all things foreign including pre-fabricated solutions that have been introduced into Africa as dogmas of disempowerment and mechanisms of control from the slave trade era to the present.
In its various incarnations, African disempowerment was partially procured through various seemingly neutral but ultimately destructive external ideological constructs such as "Christianization", "Islamization"; European "Civilization" during the colonial era; "Modernization" in the neo-colonial period after independence and its latest expression, as multilateral imperialist "globalism" and dictatorial globalization that ideologically and politically dictates a single, global capitalist and liberal democratic system as the only "approved" economic, political and social and order for all times.
This would be composite world of the rich and powerful, and the weak and powerless with Africa at the top.
In order for Africa to assume responsibility for its own transformation and elevation, and be able to undertake self-reliant development and create secure domestic prosperity, it has to create its own specific ideology and strategy of self-development.
To do this there are a number of irreducible components that have to be designed and put in place. These are: the recovery and application of African agency in African development, the creation of the liberated African state, establishment of an African development capacitation system, the creation and dissemination of the Affirmative Africa Narrative and African comprehensive military empowerment.
The first requirement of this liberated development strategy and process is the emplacement of African Agency at the centre of African thought and action as the primary psycho-cultural foundation, ideological premise and endogenous propellant for Africa's self-actuated development.
In this context African Agency is the endogenously created psycho-cultural software embedded in societies with which African societies train, organize, motivate, self-activate and direct themselves to accomplish desirable ends individually and collectively.
It is the absolute psycho-cultural grounding and ideological ownership of the African project devoid of compromises to any external imperatives. African Agency is grounded on the supremacy of African endocentric thought and motive-forces as the propellants of development as a self-directed imperative.
Second, is the imperative of the creation of a new Liberated African State through the rigorous ideological cleansing, psychological re-empowerment and administrative reconstruction of the contemporary politically compromised and disabled neo-colonial African states that are more representative of external forces than national interests.
The decolonization of the colonial African state and the evolution and emergence of the liberated state after independence was disrupted in the 1980s when most African states were captured and disabled by the cancerous ideologies, dogmas and prescriptions of the multilateral imperialist agencies – the World Bank and the IMF and their bilateral supporters in the context of the economic crises of the late 1970s and early 1980s.
Embodied in various formulations and policy diktats such as the Structural Adjustment Programme (SAP), and its unvarying conditionalities: currency devaluation, subsidy removal, trade liberalization and others like deregulation, privatization, poverty reduction; these prescriptions have transformed African states into disabled, compromised, neo-colonial political-administrative contraptions that are responsible to neo-imperialist multilateral institutions and not to Africans. They therefore cannot serve Africa's interests
The third critical requirement is the development and placement of an African Development Capacitation System as the primary motive-force for Africa's social and economic transformation and creation of advanced societies. This is proposed against the background of the complete failure of the extant neo-colonial economic system inherited and maintained from colonialism.
In over five decades of its use and application as the dominant economic management system and growth strategy it has yielded and maintained Africa in a state of development incapacitation, primary commodity exportation, secondary goods importation, dependency, poverty generation, incapacity for self-propulsion, and subjection to the diktat and control of multilateral imperialist agencies – the World Bank and IMF. It is quite clear that the extant exocentric economic system with its development motive forces externally situated is organically defective, un-reformable and inherently incapable of propelling Africa to the highest levels of development.
Therefore in order for Africa to develop and achieve the highest levels of human development it has to own the instruments and systems of self-actuated development. This perspective is partly based on this author's succinct definition of Development - as a society's self-equipment with the resources and capacities for its self-reproduction.
Consequently, the African Development Capacitation system is the creation and existence within all African societies of the endogenous capacities to conceive, design, construct, manage and operate projects in ALL sectors of the economy. These include the technological, scientific, managerial and operational capabilities for all facets of modern industrial and agricultural production and development self-propulsion.
Ehiedu Iweriebor, Ph.d (Columbia) is a Professor and former Chair of the Department of Africana and Puerto Rican/Latino Studies, Hunter College, City University of New York, USA.


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PowerLearn is designed for men and women who are intent on dramatically improving their skills. The program requires a high level of dedication, but it offers a generous list of added amenities and features – including well-tuned skis and custom-fitted boots, video analysis and intensive, customized, ski-oriented coaching.
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Mermer has lectured at PSIA's National Academies and National Women's Seminars, and the National Ski Patrol's annual conventions. She has traveled throughout the country training ski instructors and for the last 29 years served as an examiner for PSIA-Eastern. She has been a coach for the Divisional Clinic Leaders, the Development Team, and the Eastern Demonstration team. Every spring in Snowbird, Utah, she leads the Women's Adventure Camp.
Mermer has run The Fear Workshop here at Windham for over 25 years and has been called "the ski industry's fear specialist." She has published four books, A Conversation with Fear (formerly In the Yikes! Zone) about her work with fearful skiers and three novels, the latest being When You Live by a River.
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Saviorby Nicole Blanchard First to Fight #4 Publication Date: October 17, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Military, Romance, Suspense
Purchase: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | KoboI thought I put my past behind me. I lost everything when I testified against my boyfriend for the murders of five women. After the jury delivered a life sentence, I ran. I hoped if I could disappear, maybe the horror he caused would, too. When I return to Florida for the first time after his conviction, I'm determined to face my fears and get my life back. Then, a woman is murdered and I'm the only one who believes her death features the same signature as those I'm trying so hard to forget. Instinct tells me to run again, but local cop Logan Blackwell has never let a suspect–or a woman–get away. He's made it his own personal mission to solve the case and he needs my help to do it. I have no choice once we learn I'm the next target, but I'm not interested in getting close to another man, especially not a sexy former Marine who has secrets of his own. This is a FULL-LENGTH, STANDALONE, with NO CLIFFHANGER.
FREE for a limited time: AmazonI'll do anything to save her. A woman I've never met, whose name I don't even know, gambled her own life to protect my child. In return, she was taken by a mad man. I'll put my career, my security, and my life on the line to get her back, even if it means facing the truth about my own mistakes. The only thing she can't trust me with…is her heart. This is a FULL LENGTH, STANDALONE with a HEA and NO CLIFFHANGER.
Now Available: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks | Add to GoodreadsI thought it was just one night with my brother's best friend. The boy I had dreamt about since he gave me my first kiss, under the lights of the Ferris wheel. I knew he was about to leave for a year – no chance for a future. But our one night together would create memories for a lifetime. Our paths crossed again, but I had lied, and he was no longer the man he once was. He was warring against demons. Against the silence that was threatening to swallow him. And I had kept a secret from him, one he would never forgive me for. But my secret was about to be ripped open. Displayed for the world on national news. And I had only one way to repair the damage. I had to trust the man I lied to. The man I never got the chance to make a life with. The only man who could save what we had created together. This is a FULL LENGTH, STANDALONE with a HEA and NO CLIFFHANGER.
Now Available: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks | Add to GoodreadsI knew falling in love with him was bad for us both, but I did it anyway. For a brief moment, we had it all. Even though he was leaving to join the Marines and I had four years of college ahead of me, he was everything I ever wanted, but didn't think I deserved. But real life has a way of dashing dreams—and that happy future we envisioned together? It disappeared at the hands of a monster. Ten years have passed, and I'm not the same naïve girl who believed in happily-ever-afters. When my mother passes away and I find myself caring for my two teenage brothers, the last thing on my mind should be reconnecting with the hottie-turned-hero who I loved at seventeen. If I want a second chance at his heart, I'll have to trust him with the secrets that tore us apart. This is a FULL-LENGTH, STANDALONE, with NO CLIFFHANGER. Please note there is a graphic scene that may be a trigger for some.
About Nicole BlanchardNew York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Nicole Blanchard lives in Mississippi with her family and their menagerie of animals. She chooses each day to chase her own fairy tale even if they contain their fair share of dragons. She is married to her best friend and owns her own business. Nicole survives on a diet of too many books and substantial amounts of root beer and slim jims. When not reading, she's lavishing attention on her family or inhaling every episode of The Walking Dead and The Big Bang Theory.
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Shifters in the Snow: Bundle of Joy: Seventeen Paranormal Romances of Winter Wolves, Merry Bears, and Holiday Spiritsby J.K. Harper, Milly Taiden, Jacqueline Sweet, Auriella Skye, Gen Gericault, Edith Hawkes, Elianne Adams, Alyse Zaftig, Scarlett Grove, Bella Love-Wins, Anya Nowlan, Suki Selborne, J.M. Klaire, Holley Trent, Liv Brywood, Olivia Arran, Cynthia Fox Publication Date: November 15, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Paranormal, Romance, Box Set
Purchase: Amazon |Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo17 Brand-New, Exclusive, Stand-Alone Paranormal Romances Celebrate the festive holiday season with hot stories from some of your favorite USA Today & New York Times Bestselling authors! Burly bears, prowling panthers, charming cheetahs, winter witches, and fiery dragons are waiting to heat up your sheets. Make it a Merry Shiftmas with the Bundle of Joy! Dragon Baby by Milly Taiden – Thane will do anything to protect Lily and their baby, including killing anyone who threatens their existence. Wolf Mate's Secret by Bella Love-Wins -Robin's ski slope encounter with gorgeous playboy, Dr. O'Halloran, turns into a smoldering night with unexpected secrets, and gifts that keep on giving. The Dragon's Christmas Baby by Anya Nowlan – A dragon will do anything for his fortune. Even more so if the fortune is a curvy, sassy woman and a baby he didn't even know he had… Tempt Me Cowbear by Liv Brywood -Recently divorced, Donna is ready to finally live her own life. But when she meets cowboy Brody at Curvy Bear Ranch, she has to decide if she's ready to give up her new freedom to take a chance on the love of a lifetime. The Honeybear's Secret Baby by Jacqueline Sweet – Outlaw shifter Jordan and by-the-book Sebastian shared only one night together, but it left a secret new life growing inside her. When he catches her mid-heist, will he turn her in or be the Alpha she needs? Deputy Bear by Scarlett Grove – Harper Brown left her cheating ex and moved to Fate Mountain just before Christmas. When she finds her new boss dead, she becomes the prime suspect! Good thing she has Deputy Bear Knox Carter to keep her safe and solve the case. Burden by Elianne Adams – Beaten, imprisoned, and even starved, Violet has reason to be afraid of any male. But with a baby on the way, she has to decide whether she will live in fear, or risk her body and heart to claim her true mate. My Wound to Bear by Olivia Arran -Recovering from a horrifying and painful past, Gina's future is uncertain, until she meets a certain sexy bear shifter. Is he the Christmas miracle she needs to heal her broken soul…and her heart? Panther in a Pear Tree by Cynthia Fox -When a hunter showers the mountains of Mistletoe Hollow with bullets, he sends panther shifter Leah straight into the arms of her human crush. Is it time to abandon her shifters-only mating policy? The Christmas Spirit by Gen Géricault– Whiskey-brewing witch Hazel Fortescue and alpha grizzly Hudson Holloway come together to save his nephew from a Christmas spirit. Mountain Bear's Baby by J.K. Harper -Bear shifter Shane Walker left his brawling past behind. Then Jessie shows up with his baby son. Can he tame his wild bear and be the man his sudden family needs? Father Shiftmas by Edith Hawkes -Security guard Joseph Stone likes his routine, but one snowy night an intruder changes everything when he's left holding a crying baby. An Impawsible Christmas by JM Klaire -Mix four shifter weddings, a dragon coronation, a stranger fleeing for her life, a found baby, and an ultimatum–mate or die–all together for a very interesting Christmas at the castle. Cheetahs Never Run by Suki Selborne -It's not easy being a single mom, or a witch with no magical skills. When her cheetah shifter ex Quinn shows up in Rocky Falls for the holidays, Tyla is forced to share her biggest secret. Enchanting Her Alphas by Auriella Skye– When a water witch running from her past meets two sexy wolf shifters, it leads to a steamy holiday encounter and a cute, little revelation. Angel by Holley Trent – Single dad Grant's got a ranch to run and a wolfpack to lead. His sweet holiday guest, Angel, could be a mom for Pete, but a weak mate may be a liability in an unstable pack. The Panther's Christmas Surprise by Alyse Zaftig – Amani didn't just see a lethal panther morph into a naked man, did she? She just uncovered a dark secret that might get her killed.
Tempt me Cowbear by Liv Brywood
The temperature outside had bite, but he enjoyed the cold. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting an orange glow across the snow. It was perfect.
He chose a seat at the table and motioned for her to sit next to him. She did. She was close enough that he could feel her warmth.
"This is literally the best biscuit I've ever had," she mumbled between bites.
Crumbs caught on the corners of her mouth. It took everything in his body to keep from swiping them off with his fingers.
"I still can't believe we made it." She sipped her cocktail. "Are you going to eat or just keep watching me eat?"
"Oh, right." He flushed as he shoveled a huge mouthful between his lips.
They ate in comfortable silence. After he'd scraped the last bite off of the plate, he sat back and patted his belly.
"I could eat those every day," he said.
"Me too, except my ass would be the size of a water buffalo after about a week," she said.
"Water buffalo?" He laughed. "You're not even close to that size."
"I have to keep my figure bikini-ready." She leaned forward and placed her hand on his forearm.
"Don't forget to meet me at the Jacuzzi tonight."
A resounding roar echoed in his chest, his bear jumping at the thought of seeing her in a skimpy bikini. Every curve of her supple body would be on display. Every curve of her completely off-limits, totally not for him, body.
He swallowed loudly. Temptation jammed its wickedly sharp claws into his body, or maybe that was just his bear up to shenanigans.
Before he had a chance to turn her down, she hopped up.
"I'll see you later," she said.
As she walked back toward the B&B, her ass bounced, her hips swayed, and his resolve cracked like teeth on a popcorn kernel.
My Wound to Bear by Olivia Arran
Four minutes to go.
Grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair, I shrugged it on. Striding from the office, I flicked off the coffee maker.
The front door swung open.
I clamped my mouth shut as my bear roared his frustration inside my head.
Catching sight of red hair, my breath caught in my throat. "Gina?" It came out on a croak.
"Sorry I'm late! I hope you all didn't wait for me," she blurted out, bursting into the room in a flurry of movement.
"You're not late."
A line formed between her eyes. "I am late."
"It doesn't matter." You're here, was what I wanted to say. But didn't.
"Okay…" Her frown deepened as she glanced around. "We're doing the training here?"
She's here for the training! "You're the Smithrock representative?"
"Uh huh." Her eyes widened as she took in the empty room. "Where's everyone else?"
A whole day. Alone with her. "Thank you," I muttered under my breath.
"Nothing. There's only us."
"No one else?"
I detected a hint of panic in her voice, but she was keeping it under control. "Tarq put in a special request, and I only ran the last session a month ago." I didn't add that I had only planned on running it once a year, since first aid certification in Craggstone wasn't in high demand.
"Oh." She hovered by the door, looking like she'd bolt at any sudden movement.
She blinked at me, her brown eyes wide and unseeing.
I made a split decision. "Follow me." Giving her as wide a berth as I could, I grabbed my doctor's bag from the side of the door and headed out.
Two seconds later she stood next to me on the sidewalk, the color returning to her cheeks and pinking them back up. "I'm sorry. I—"
"Don't apologize to me, you don't need to. Ever," I added gruffly. "Why don't we go for a walk and talk. Get to know one another?" I swept an arm out in front of me, crossing my fingers that this would work.
When the glimmer of a smile tugged her lips at my old-fashioned manners, I released the breath I'd been holding.
Burden by Elianne Adams
"Do you like to dance?" Joss asked her.
It had been so long since she'd done any dancing, but she used to love it. "I do. You?"
He gave her a pained look, then smiled again. "I do, but I'm not any good. In fact, Delana would say I've got two left feet. She tried showing me how years ago, but I'm not coordinated enough to make it happen."
"You can't possibly be that bad."
Joss's eyebrows rose. "You don't think so? I may have broken one of her toes once."
"Really?" She couldn't fathom Joss not being good at something.
He threw his head back and laughed. "No, I didn't do that, but I'm no good at it, that much is true."
Joss captured her hand and brought her fingers to his lips. "If you're brave enough to risk your toes, I'd love to dance with you."
Her heart skipped a beat. The music faded with the end of the song and then started up again with a new one. "I'd like that."
He stood, still holding her hand, then helped her to her feet. When they got to the makeshift dancefloor, he wrapped his arms around her and held her gaze. "If this gets to be too much for you, you'll let me know?" he asked.
"I will," she whispered, and he pulled her closer. Her breasts pressed lightly against his hard chest, and her rounded belly snugged against his flat one. She might have felt self-conscious except for the contented sigh he let out as he held her.
"This is nice," he told her as he began moving.
More than nice. It was right. Violet rested her head against his shoulder and let the music flow through her. Sure enough, they'd only taken a dozen steps before Joss's foot nudged up against her toes. He didn't step on them, but his foot was nowhere near where it should have been.
Violet tried hard. She did, but she couldn't help the little giggle that broke free.
They managed to make it about halfway through the song when Khet came waltzing by with Delana in his arms. Delana gave her a solemn look, mouthing "watch your toes" as she spun past.
That was it. The little giggle from before came back, quickly turning into a full-fledged laugh. Joss looked at her, a quizzical expression on his face, which only made her laugh harder. Then, in one ill-timed spin, his foot came down on top of hers. It was only a moment, and he had barely put any weight on it, but the look of sheer terror on his face had her howling.
"I'm so sorry. I told you I couldn't dance. Are you alright?"
The more he apologized, the harder she laughed. People were staring, but she couldn't help it. By the time she got herself under control, her cheeks hurt, and others around them were grinning.
Joss, on the other hand, stood there, looking at her. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't frowning, either. Had she offended him? She nibbled on her bottom lip, trying to figure out what to say while keeping her giggles at bay.
He took the step needed to close the distance between them again and wrapped his arms loosely around her shoulders, maintaining eye contact. "Are you okay?" he asked. His chest rose and fell faster than it had before, and the warmth in his eyes grew hotter. His gaze flicked to her lips, and for an instant, she thought he might lean in and kiss her.
Her heart pounded. If there was any doubt left in her mind about her mate, his reaction to stepping so lightly on her toes sent those flying out the window. He wouldn't hurt her.
She took a steadying breath. "I'm fine," she whispered, then stepped on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.
Panther in a Pear Tree by Cynthia Fox
"Someone tries to kill me and you're cracking jokes and expecting me to wear footy underwear?"
"These were a gift from my mother, thank you very much, and I'm assuming you're barefoot … unless panthers have taken to wearing sneakers." He ran his hand along the underwear and held up a plastic-coated foot. "Problem solved." He dangled the clothing in front of him. "Here, kitty kitty."
"You're not seeing me naked."
"Well, you can't blame me for trying." He tossed the long underwear over the bush and turned his back while she got dressed. "Are you hurt?"
"Just some scratches. I'll heal." She slid into the outfit and came out into the open. "My clothes are up on the ridge."
"We can go collect them after lunch."
"I'll need you to be my alibi after lunch too. I'm going to rip those guys to shreds."
"They were tourists. I've never seen that guide before, though. Can't blame them," he said, tilting his head and squinting. "In certain light, you really do look like a dove."
"Tweet fucking tweet," she said, flapping her arms.
"I think doves make more of a cooo sound," Bobby said as he laughed and held his arms open. "How about a proper hug?"
Leah obliged and quickly pressed her body against his, inhaling deeply. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tightly.
"I really shouldn't be making jokes," he said, burying his face in her hair. "I just get a little silly when I'm around you. Thank God you weren't hurt."
"It's really your fault this happened," she said, pulling away and slapping his arm. "If you didn't smell so amazing, I would have noticed them before they started shooting."
He lifted his arm and sniffed his armpit. "Wooo, I am a little funky."
"I was drunk on your funk," she said with a shrug. "Like one-million-times-over-the-legal-limit drunk."
He smiled briefly before his brows furrowed and a frown took over his face.
"What's that look for?" she asked, taking a step back.
"I saw you around Thanksgiving, thought I flirted well, and nothing. Same thing the time before that and the time before that. You always run off. Therefore, what you're saying is … I should maybe never shower again and you'll come find me. Go for the funk."
"Always go for the funk, but you smell pretty darn good when you're clean too."
"Then why the constant escape act?"
Leah craned her neck to look past his broad body. "Where are your mini Rangers?"
"Nice way to change the topic," he said while trying his hardest not to smile. "We'll continue this later."
She walked ahead of him towards the sound of the children, but was pulled back as he yanked on the butt flap of the long underwear.
"Oh good, those buttons are nice and strong," he said. "Just testing."
She turned back and swiped at his hand. "I have claws. Remember that."
"I sound more like prrrrrr."
The Christmas Spirit by Gen Géricault
The sweet voice sang out to Beckett Holloway, urging him to descend the ladder of his bunk bed. The five-year-old bear shifter had already made up his mind: he would talk to her tonight.
His mother hadn't believed him when he'd told her that he'd spied a pretty lady with black hair outside his window. Bonnie Holloway had shared one of those grown-up looks with Grandma Vi. They'd tittered over Beckett's active imagination while Bonnie continued to nurse Hannah.
Pausing to peer out his window, Beckett beamed. The lady stood near the tall oaks. Even more snow had fallen in the hours since his mother had tucked him in for the night.
He'd need to be quiet. Though Beckett still struggled with his heightened senses, he'd already learned the individual sounds of his sleuth. His parents slept, though their respective inhale-exhale patterns were not as deep as they had been before Hannah's arrival. His brand new baby sister, however, slept like a wild bear in hibernation. According to his father, Harrison, anyway.
Holding tight to the bannister, Beckett crept down the stairs without causing so much as a squeak from the wooden tread boards.
Rising onto his bare toes, Beckett reached for the lock on the front door. Sticking out his tongue, he squirmed and lifted himself higher. With a light flick, he unlocked the door and headed outside.
The powdery snow crunched beneath his feet. He did not feel the cold, but his mother always insisted he wear boots. Thinking she'd be mad if she discovered him out of his bed and outside with bare feet, Beckett plopped down on the porch steps and pulled on his green rain boots.
Tottering across the back yard, Beckett felt giddy. The snowbear he'd made with his father loomed tall under the moonlight.
The woman was still there. Her hair blew on the breeze. If Beckett had been older and wiser, he might have wondered how this was possible, considering the lack of wind.
He drew closer, sniffing the air to catch her scent.
"Everyone has a scent," Harrison had recently told his son. "You can't always tell if they're good people or bad people just from a scent, but it's important to take stock of all those individual smells."
The pretty lady smelled like nothing.
She turned, her movements fluid and graceful. Her white dress danced on the air, billowing around her willowy frame. Her bare arms appeared as pale as the surrounding snow.
Beckett brightened at a sudden thought.
Maybe she was a shifter, too.
Racing forward, he didn't pause to reconsider leaving the safety of his yard. Beckett was a big boy now that he had a baby sister to help protect. Even uncle Hud had said so.
With the snow squelching beneath the rubber soles of his boots, Beckett followed the pretty lady into the forest.
Deputy Bear by Scarlett Grove
"Are you still signed up to Mate.com?" Maisie asked.
So many of the bears from the Fate Mountain bear clan had found mates on Mate.com already. Of all the guys on the Bear Patrol and the Rescue Bears, he was one of the last bears without a mate.
"I've checked Mate.com almost every day for new matches. It's beginning to get a little depressing."
"I can see how that could be," Maisie said sympathetically.
Knox didn't want anyone to feel bad for him. He'd spent his life working hard and taking care of himself. Before he'd been drafted into the military during the war, he had worked in a lumber mill in Idaho. He'd grown up there with his alpha, Rollo Morris.
They'd even played football together in high school. After school, Rollo moved to San Francisco to work in the police department while Knox stayed at home in Idaho Falls. After he was drafted into the war, he ended up on the same Marine Special Forces unit with Rollo and the guys from the Bear Patrol.
After the war, they had all come to Fate Mountain to settle down and start families. Almost everyone had succeeded so far, except Knox. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried to turn it on but the battery was dead.
"I haven't checked it since yesterday but my phone is out of juice. Maybe there's a mate waiting in there for me now," he said with a laugh.
"Maybe there is. Never give up hope, Knox. As they say, this is the season of miracles."
Maisie patted him on the shoulder and walked back up the street to the bakery. With a sigh, Knox bent into the trunk of the car and pulled out a second bag of rock salt. He started at the other end of the sidewalk and began to pour the salt out on to the icy pavement. As he came to the front of the credit union, he dropped the bag on the ground.
The most delicious scent he'd ever smelled in his entire life wafted into his nostrils. He took a deep drag of the aroma and stood up straight, looking around.
As if out of the dream, a beautiful, curvy, chocolate-colored goddess walked up the street. She wore a bright pink coat with a fur-lined hood that she had pulled up over her head. It framed her gorgeous round face and accentuated the delicate curve of her feminine jawline. Her almond-shaped, hazel eyes glowed in the morning sunlight. Knox felt his eyes water at the sight of her.
Mountain Bear's Baby by J.K. Harper
"Hi, Jessie." Shane's deep rumble set things aflame inside Jessie and zipped shocked little shivers down her back. Standing there in her little yard, he looked like some wild creature of the woods, all burly and big and just outrageously—manly. He smelled like the snowy forest mixed with spicy, sexy man. Jessie felt suddenly almost dizzy from his scent.
"I'm sorry. I was a total ass the other day." The words suddenly fell over themselves, like he'd been thinking them over and over and just needed to get them out. "Can I come in? I want a do-over on meeting my son. And on saying hi to you again. In a much better way than I did before." His voice dropped on that last sentence, seeming to wrap around Jessie with a sensuality she remembered.
From head to toe, she flushed as she abruptly recalled hours of sweat-slicked eroticism with him. The most amazing, mind blowing, exciting, adventuresome, wild, sweet, fantastic eroticism of her life. Swallowing hard, she managed to nod and finally find her voice.
"Yeah. Of course." Jessie had no idea how she kept her voice casual. She juggled Grant over to one hip and reached forward with her free hand to unlatch the little gate in the fence that encircled her approximately two square yards of snow-covered front lawn. But Shane beat her to it, taking an easy stride forward to reach out his own dark brown denim clad arm to open the gate for them.
Murmuring a thank you, Jessie slipped past him toward her door.
Despite herself, she felt another flash of warmth as her body slipped past him at a distance of only about four inches. Wow. She'd forgotten how big he was. How masculine. How incredibly—dammit. Fine. Incredibly arousing.
Forcing herself to remember that she held a bouncing little baby in her arms and that this was no time to be letting her thoughts go to some pretty debauched memories, she took the few steps toward the apartment and opened the door. Trying not to focus too much on how much incredibly sexy space Shane took up in her tiny little apartment, Jessie went into the middle of the main room and gently set Grant on the floor so she could tug his wiggling little body out of his snowsuit.
She felt extremely heated. Hyperaware of Shane's proximity to her. Of his amazing scent, the one that made her think of the wildest depths of mountain forests, dark mossy caves, and snowstorms whipping with gale force winds of strength.
Jessie turned around. Shane's wild hair and dark beard made her want to rake her fingers through it. She wanted to feel it rasp against her skin as he kissed her.
Oh, for pete's sake. Dumb whacked out hormones. She made herself smile at him. Yet even as she did, something shifted in his expression. Something hungry and possessive crept over his face as he looked back at her. The whiskey-colored depths of his eyes darkened into a bronze sheen as his tongue dipped out against his upper lip for just a second, like he tasted something good there.
As if something divine lingered on his mouth and he wanted more of it.
Jessie realized, as she stood rooted to the carpet, her son's babbling little voice muted beneath the weird roaring in her ears, that the divine something Shane wanted more of was her.
Father Shiftmas by Edith Hawkes
All I could hear was my baby crying.
I started to run, not caring anymore if I was caught or thrown in jail. My instinct was to get to her before anyone else heard. But I was too late—the security guard already had her in his arms. I skidded to a halt on one side of the checkouts as he stared at me from just outside the restroom, the door closing behind him. "Hey, you!"
He looked from me to the baby, puzzlement on his face. God, his eyes. They glowed.
My heart rate spiked as the decision to fight or flee pulsed within me. What do I do? My baby needed me.
The security guard stepped forward an inch, the beam of his flashlight slowly rising to my face.
"Don't come any closer!" I yelled, panic rising in my throat.
He halted his advance. "I don't know what you think you are doing, but you best come with me."
Dread soared, making me feel like I was going to be sick. If I went with him, gave myself up and allowed myself to get caught, I'd be spending god knows how many nights behind bars. But I had to get to her.
My legs were tired from their day's travel, but I could and would still run. Send him on a merry chase around the store… lose him in the aisles and sneak back to Ava, for surely he would have to put her down to chase me. I nodded to myself, knowing what I had to do, but he seemed to take that as me giving up. He came closer again, stepping away from the restroom door. "Good, you made the right choice, come on. Let's get this over with, shall we? What's your name?"
"Fat chance of that!" I said and bolted down the snack aisle back the way I'd came.
"Goddamit!" I heard him yell from behind, and unable to know for sure if he was following—I wasn't going to take the chance to find out—I kept running, abandoning my food and lantern along the way. My worn-out sneakers squeaked as I turned into the next aisle, never keeping to the same one for very long. Once I thought I'd gone far enough, I stopped dead still. My lungs burned, but I forced myself to breathe slowly, trying not to give my position away. I closed my eyes and let the sounds of the store prickle into focus.
Everything was quiet.
Ava had stopped crying, I thought with a start, my eyes springing open. The most horrible things crashed through my mind like a storming rhino. What had he done to her?!
I quickly but quietly hurried back to the front, edging along until the restroom door came into view. I was about thirty meters away, but even with the gloom of the store I could see no one.
Ten, nine, eight… I counted down, preparing myself to launch to where I'd last seen him with Ava, grab her, and run for it. The guy looked big, and he'd obviously not chased me before, so perhaps he would be too slow to stop and catch me now. I rocked back on my heels at the count of two just as he emerged from the right. He stood silhouetted in front of the glass doors.
"Come on, I know you're there. Out you come. This is silly. You've got nowhere to run to; you won't leave your baby behind. And I'm not going to hurt you."
My throat thickened, the lump almost constricting my airway it felt so big. Could I trust him? My instincts were telling me yes, but with everything on the line I didn't feel like I could chance it.
"What will…" I started, my voice croaky and small. "What will you do to me if I do what you say?" I stepped around the end of the aisle and faced him, willing myself to be brave.
Then I saw her in his arms, waving her chubby arms about like she didn't have a care in the world.
Like she belonged there.
An Impawsible Christmas by J.M. Klaire
"Not to be rude, but introductions can wait," Ivy said. "Someone is going to come get me any minute now and tell me it's time to march down that aisle and I have got to hear how this ends first, so keep talking. And pass that flask back around again, if you don't mind."
"Good point. Where was I?"
"Between an Alpha and a mate. One wanted to kill you, one wanted to fuck you, I'm sure. Then what? Why did you smell like bear?"
"Right. I'll get to that. So, I was standing there, listening to the two of them argue, slowly backing out in the hopes that they were too busy with each other to notice. I was thinking that I'd rather take my chances out in the woods in the snow."
"I'm guessing that didn't work. There's no way a wolf who scented his mate would just let her go wandering off like that."
"You guess correctly. I backed up into more wolves blocking me in, right as the one calling himself my mate said, "Let me scent them closer. I smell bear, too, but it's not her."
So he turns toward me, and I actually get a good look at him before he shifts wolf again. He's naked as the day he was born, of course, and damn.
I look him down, and then I look him back up, and did I mention damn? He was sexy as sin and his eyes glowed with this heated need that just melted me to my core.
I didn't say a word, but I could see him register my reaction to him, and he gave me this sexy-ass wink with this shit-eating grin, right before he shifted wolf again directly in front of me.
I just stood there, letting him poke his nose into pretty much anything he wanted to poke into, until he tried to go… you know, there. That's when I swatted him. One handed, of course, cause I was still holding the baby I'd found in the snow.
After I swatted him away, and he surprisingly let me, not growling or biting me or anything, he padded back over to the Alpha. He shifted, keeping his very nice backside toward me, while they talked in hushed tones.
Finally, they came to some sort of decision. They both stared at me, serious looks on their faces, and the Alpha was the only one to speak.
"Fine. You can claim her. She has two days to decide to accept you, but she does not leave this den. Figure out that cub situation first. She's your problem now, but in two days if she is not wearing your bite I will kill them both."
"Nice guy," Bella said sarcastically.
They were interrupted by a knock. Without waiting for a response, the door swung open, and a head popped inside.
"There you all are! The music has started. Enid, you're already supposed to be seated. Hurry, hurry, the wedding has begun and we've no bride."
Wolf Mate's Secret by Bella Love-Wins
Yes, this last drink gave me just enough liquid courage to venture out into the cold. I told the bartender I was leaving, grabbed the warmest-looking winter coat from the lost and found box near the restrooms, then did a controlled stagger toward the door.
And there he was.
Landon again.
Standing in the middle of the doorway, staring down at me with a smirk on his face.
"Hey, beautiful," he crooned.
"What the hell do you want?" I slurred, holding on to the door for balance as I looked him up and down. Yep. He was still just as sexy in my slightly more than tipsy state.
"There you go with that sweet-talking mouth of yours," he teased, eyes grazing down my body. "And I see you may actually have a thing for Santa suits now."
I looked down at my outfit under the winter coat I had just put on. I was in a thigh-high, red velvet Mrs. Santa dress with a thick black belt, and red velvet hat with a white pom-pom.
"So there's a lot of staff absenteeism going on right now. It's the freaking holidays. You know what it's like."
He nodded. "Yeah. I remember…hiring those high school kids who'd only last until the first paycheck before the holidays, and then they'd ditch the job."
"Exactly, and it's annoying as hell. I thought I'd have time to relax, and instead, I'm stuck filling in for those slackers."
"Just another couple days until Christmas. Should be fine."
"I hope so. Well, I've got things to do, if you'll let me pass."
He didn't move from his spot. Only his lips turned up into a smile. "Are you sure I can't convince you to stay for another drink?"
I took a brief moment to weigh the request while taking in his strong jawline, broad shoulders under a sleek black jacket, and firm muscles everywhere.
"I'm probably at my limit right now," I explained. "I've got to get home."
"That's a shame. Hold on, you're not driving, are you? Because I've had to treat more than my fair share of sloshed holiday party-goers at my regular job."
"Of course not. I don't even have a goddamned Ski-Doo to get myself over there. I'm walking, not that it's any of your business." I pressed my hands on his bulging chest to push him aside but he didn't budge. Glaring up at him, I put on my most convincing poker face. I needed to hide the effect he already had on me as I stood there, overwhelmed by the rush of heat between my legs while his eyes seared into my brain. "Are you gonna let me by or what, slugger?"
He took a small step closer and leaned forward until his mouth was almost touching my ear. The warmth from his lips ignited my skin. My toes were curling in my boots and he hadn't said a thing yet.
"Stop fighting this," he demanded in a whisper.
Heat rose up into my cheeks as I struggled against the urge to grip his shirt and turn my face into what I knew was his waiting kiss. Maybe it would have been easier if I had not just knocked back more shots than I could remember. Not that I was pissed drunk, but the alcohol had definitely started to do a number on my level of coherence.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"You and me. Us. You feel something for me, and as much as you've tried to deny it over the years, you still do."
I reared back a few inches and looked up into the smoking hot man's face. "Listen carefully, Landon. There. Is. No. Us. Get that?"
The cocky bastard stared down between our bodies and grinned. "Is that why your hands are wrapped around my waist right now?"
I let my eyes trail down his shoulders. Crap. That was me hanging off him, groping his back, with my hips pressed up against his groin.
I pulled away and slid past him to get outside. "I was just trying to leave, is all," I told him, not even believing the lie myself.
Dragon's Christmas Baby by Anya Nowlan
Each dragon heir in the Silvertip line was entitled to a share of the hoard when he was 'ready' for it. When that time came was different for every dragon, something they were rumored to feel and sense, rather than distinctly know.
As far as Daelan was concerned, this could be the only reason why his dragon had dragged him, kicking and cursing, to Idaho of all places. And he was ready to take his gold and run right back where he came from.
In fact, the smell of treasure was so damn thick in the air that it was nearly suffocating to a dragon with very little of his own. His father's partying lifestyle, which he had inherited, hadn't exactly left much in the coffers.
"I can't give it to you."
Daelan's voice strummed louder and lower than it should, the deep timber of his dragon coming through. In a flash, Donovan's eyes were a deep, unsettling gold, his pupils slitted.
Though his body was still perfectly relaxed, Daelan could read his face easily enough. In the blink of an eye, the other dragon could shift and be ready to battle, if he thought Daelan posed any sort of a threat to his mate or dragonling.
Sensing the confrontation and wisely knowing it would not end well for either of them, Daelan took a moment to take a breath and calm his dragon down. His heart was pounding a mile a minute, while Donovan's heartrate had barely spiked at all.
-Reserved bastard,- he thought grimly.
"Where's your mate?" Donovan asked, pushing the tips of his fingers together before him and studying Daelan with interest that was sharp as a laser.
Daelan averted his eyes, going for the safety of the fire again. His dragon roused within him again, as if taunting him back.
Yeah, where is your mate?
"I don't have one," he answered, trying to keep his voice as even as he could.
The curse coming from Donovan was so unexpected that Daelan thought he'd crack something in his neck from whipping his head around so fast.
"What did you say?"
"I said, bullshit. Yes, you do. Where is she?"
Daelan ran a hand through his hair, slicking it through the damp black mop. Now his whole throat felt dry, and his dragonfire was no more than a tiny little speckle in the pit of his stomach, a foreboding sense of familiar guilt threatening to extinguish it.
"She isn't here. How did you know? And don't give me that 'I'm a dragon, I just know' crap. It won't work on me."
Donovan chuckled, visibly relaxing. Of course he would, the prick. Now that Daelan was perched on nails, Donovan could lean back and enjoy the miserable viewing experience.
"You wouldn't be here if you didn't have one. That's the only way this works. There is a portioned hoard set aside for you in these mountains. The magic that protects it would only call to you when you become worthy.
"As the Alpha son of a dragon that did not control a major hoard himself, it would be when you've come of age, found a mate and had your first heir. I assume the child's with the mother?"
Daelan's world ground to a halt.
He stared at Donovan in perplexed silence, his mouth practically hanging open. Donovan's sly amusement evaporated and he frowned, leaning forward.
"Daelan, you do know you have a son, right?"
Suddenly, it became so damn clear why staying away from Boston had been a herculean effort these past nine months.
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Cheetah's Never Run by Suki Selborne
Quinn paused for a moment to watch the children's game. It was getting a little rowdy, and he smiled as he watched them.
"Your daughter looks exactly like you, y'know. She's beautiful."
"Thank you." Tyla wondered idly if she should change Louella out of her dress, so her little tomboy could roll around the floor without ripping it.
"What's her name?"
"That's a pretty name."
"Thank you, again."
Before she could think of a better reply, one of the little boys got so excited that he shifted. His clothes tore, and a lion cub took his place.
Oh hell, no. "Louella, don't you even—"
In the blink of an eye, a second kid shifted. One of April and Mindy's many nieces turned into a panther cub.
The two little cubs leaped on each other, tussling and tumbling. Their discarded clothes were quickly flicked under a chair.
Quinn roared with laughter. "They look so cute when they're cubs, don't they?"
Louella jumped up and down as though something brilliant had occurred to her.
"No, Louella, don't—"
To Tyla's horror, Louella didn't hear her mom over the noise of the party. Or—most likely—she heard her, but chose to ignore her.
In two seconds, she joined her friends, shredding her chiffon bridesmaid dress into rags.
There, where the little girl had been, stood her animal form.
A cheetah cub.
Quinn's eyes grew wide. He seemed to loom even taller over Tyla as he stared at Louella.
"She's a—"
Oh God.
"Quinn, I can—"
"No. No way." He spun around, frowning. ""She's a cheetah?"
Tyla rubbed her eyes, not caring if she smudged her eye makeup.
"The only cheetah family in Rocky Falls is mine."
"Did you move away after we broke up?"
Tyla held eye contact and stayed very still. "No."
She knew what was coming.
Quinn locked his hands behind his head, clearly overcome.
"Fuck, Tyla. She's mine?" He turned back to the frolicking cheetah cub, then back at Tyla. "Your girl. Your Louella. She's my daughter?"
The Honeybear's Secret Baby by Jacqueline Sweet
It was after midnight on Christmas Day and there was no one else in the parking lot of the coastal motel. One lone lamp buzzed overhead and Jordan positioned herself in the middle of the circle of light. Across from the hotel was the Pacific Ocean, black and deep and cold. Snow fell but didn't have the heart to stick to anything. A cold wind stirred the falling flakes into eddies and sent a chill down her spine.
"What is it with you two?" Alexandra asked. "I can see how you look at him."
"They're bound," Mazzy said from inside the van. She was sitting next to Little Katie, who had curled up into a ball and fallen asleep. "Bound by blood and bound by fate."
"He's the baby daddy?" Duchess asked.
Jordan nodded.
Alexandra growled. "He's the son of the Alpha of Bearfield, who is basically the de facto king of all west coast bears, and you knew this and robbed that house anyway? Girl, you aren't usually this stupid."
Dragon Baby by Milly Taiden
His backside kept distracting her from the wine. Every time she looked at it, his big muscled back shifted under his black T-shirt. She was amazed he could find clothes that fit him with how big he was. Then again, there was now big and tall sections at most major retailers. Why the hell did she care if he had clothes to wear?
She blinked and noticed he'd stopped, turned, and looked at her. "Yes?"
"I asked what is your favorite wine."
"Oh. Um, I like white typically. Reisling or Pinot Grigio. Sometimes Moscato."
He nodded and gave her another of those grins she had to warn every female in the city about.
"That's it? You sure?" He gave a rough rumble of a laugh and turned back to the rows of bottles.
She placed her hands on her hips and glared at his back. "I like wine, so sue me."
He walked farther into cellar, to a row of bottles that looked newer. He grabbed two bottles and turned to face her. "Ready?"
They were inches apart and when he went to walk past her, the small space meant he pressed his chest to hers. Their gazes locked and she held her breath as he rubbed his body over hers while sliding out. Her body came alive and every hormone in her took notice of how hard he felt. Of how good he smelled. Her tigress mewled under the skin, wanting a taste of him.
Once he was walking ahead of her, she focused on tamping down the surge of hormones telling her to make him hers. Thane Dreki was nowhere near the kind of man she wanted in her life.
Oh, you know you want to get into his pants.
Shut up!
She couldn't stop her mind from rambling. All her thoughts had moved to the gutter and refused to go anywhere safe. She kept visualizing the man stripping. This man was not the kind to strip. He was the type that would rip his clothes off, and if he didn't do it fast enough, she'd do it for him.
Angel by Holley Trent
Both women yipped when Grant suddenly appeared behind Leo with one hand propped against the truck roof.
She swatted at her brother and sidled around him. "You're such a turd. Go away."
Leo might have moved, but Grant kept his position at the back.
He was looking at Kinzy, or the seat, or Angel couldn't tell what exactly, only that his gaze was down, and then suddenly it wasn't, and Angel couldn't look away.
His eyes were the color of leaves frosted with ice—green with silver streaks, or maybe the other way around. His pupils were large in the dim light.
Nostrils flaring.
Adam's apple bobbing.
Leo reached back from the front seat and popped him on the nose with a rolled-up magazine. "Close the door. You're letting the cold in."
The abuse from his sister didn't compel him to move, nor did the rumble of the truck's engine when Arnold turned the key.
He was very still, and Angel knew because she couldn't stop looking back. She didn't understand what he was looking at, but some silly part of her brain thought maybe if she stared back long enough, she'd figure him out.
"Ugh, fine," Leo said. "We'll come back in the morning."
Finally, he looked away. "What time?"
His voice was practically a growl, rumbling and impatient.
"I dunno," Leo said blithely. "Maybe eight or nine. After breakfast."
"Come earlier."
"Uh, no. Not unless you plan on feeding us. Personally, I don't think you're either equipped or talented enough."
Grant just stared at her.
"After breakfast."
"Ma will be here after breakfast to watch Pete."
"You're working on Christmas?" Angel asked before she could recognize that her lips were moving. She pressed them together and locked her gaze on her knees.
"Gotta get the hay out," he said. "Cows don't care about holidays."
"Oh. I guess that was a stupid question."
"Nah, you can't know what you don't know, right?"
"Guess not," she whispered. Her old alpha would have expected omniscience. She was slowly getting used to the more "mundane" requirements of her at Norseton.
"So you want us to come before Mama gets here?" Leo asked. "Why?"
"Because every damn day, she acts like she hasn't seen me in a year, and wants to talk. If you're here to distract her—"
"You'll actually get outside on time," Arnold said.
Grant grimaced. "Probably shitty of me to sound so ungrateful, given how much she helps out, but—"
"Yeah." Leo sighed. "At least you were spared most of the chatter growing up. The girls got to hear it all."
"What do you mean?" Angel asked.
"Oh, you know how it goes for women in wolfpacks. Be seen and not heard, and be seen as little as possible, at that. Mama always taught us girls to talk amongst ourselves and to zip our lips when we left the house." Leo turned her head and muttered, "That's why we all talk so much now."
"And now, there's a new alpha, so…the old rules don't apply?"
"Sweetie, I don't even know what the rules are anymore."
"That makes two of us."
The Panther's Christmas Surprise by Alyse Zaftig
Amani was out of breath, but she had to keep running. If she didn't lose her tail, she'd be toast.
She shimmied through a crack in the alleyway's concrete wall. It didn't look like much, but the slanted opening looked smaller than it really was.
Faster! She had to get away before —
"There you are."
Her heart stopped and the world slowed around her.
She turned to look over her shoulder.
The guy advancing toward her had a gun in his hands and teeth as shiny and white as a great white shark.
"No need to run anymore," he said, far too cheerfully for the situation. He thought he won.
She knew he was wrong.
She looked up and jumped.
She heard him take a shot at her. Either he wasn't good with his gun or she'd really taken him by surprise, because she was climbing into an open window and running for her life.
She could hear a clatter coming from the alleyway as he jumped into the window, too.
She ran up the stairs. There were too many of them on the street, and with her luck she'd just run into another one.
She was gasping for breath now and cursed herself for not bothering to get an inhaler at a time when she could've easily gotten one. It would've come in handy right now when she was running for her life.
Then she was on the roof. It was beautiful up there, but she didn't have time to enjoy the view.
She looked over the side. Well, that was one way out, but it ended in the morgue.
She looked at the nearby buildings, but she wasn't a parkour maniac. None of them were close enough to jump to safely. She blessed her childhood gymnastics coaches for still being able to jump as high as she was able to jump.
She didn't have a lot of time. He was sure to climb the stairs and bring his friends.
Was there anywhere to hide? There was some kind of vent over there that looked like it opened.
She pulled on it. A loud creak sounded, but there was empty space inside of it.
Without any other options, she went into the vent.
She had barely closed the opening when she saw him come up to the roof and look for her.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he sang to her, as if they were playing a fun game of Hide and Seek. Sick, crazy bastard.
She heard a growl. Where was it coming from?
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Athena Harrow is about to turn twenty-one, but there will be no celebration. What is there to celebrate when the world is ruled by demons?
She hates the darkness the demons brought with them and longs for the light to return to the world—a world she only vaguely remembers. The people in her forest village blindly accept the life the demons forced upon them, even tolerating the yearly ascension ceremony where all the girls who have turned twenty-one are either sent away to serve the Master Demon or left in the village and forced to procreate.
But Paymon, the assigned village demon, selects a different role for Athena, a role that pits her against the village. While she adapts to her new life, Erebus, a younger, more powerful demon, arrives, and Athena must play a dangerous game with his emotions in return for information about the demon's reign of darkness.
As Athena's dreams of restoring the light begin to fade, her life with Erebus takes an unexpected turn, and this time it's her life being put to the test.
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for NA or FI.
Best Features-Engine sound and smoothness -Trunk release switch on dash -300 watt System (9 speakers) -Fold down rear seat knob in trunk -Perfect gear ratios ('03,'04) -SER Badges -Torque -LSD -Handling -Interior ('03) Cons: -very precise gearbox, so you'll occasionally miss-shift
Worst FeaturesMore CONS: -No mashing gas while taking hair-pin, or torque steer takes over..seriously.. -paint chips easily -not designed for heel-toe -annoying ECU recall -antennae -cell charger makes turn signals blink fast -headlights don't turn off auto -weak AC -turning radius -stock tails
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