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ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-601-9
Page Count: 71
Word Count: 18106
Rating: Sensual

Twelve Brides of Christmas



Werewolf Aribella Lupari-Gray is on her long-awaited honeymoon. Or at least, that was the plan. When she and Mason land in Ireland just before Christmas, their dream holiday turns into a nightmare: the pack’s werewolf children have all vanished.

To top it off, the werewolf king—who was supposed to sanctify Ari’s marriage to a human—is away searching for the missing pups and may not return in time to grant his official blessing, jeopardizing her family’s future status within the pack.

If things don’t change fast, there may not even be a marriage to bless. Ari’s desire to help puts her life—and her relationship with Mason—in jeopardy.

With Mason gone, presumably back to the States and Christmas on the doorstep, Ari sets out on one final mission to find the lost pups. Her life and the pack's young in the balance, will Ari be able to perform a holiday miracle or will she die trying?

Excerpt:

Ari unfolded the note, and glitter cascaded down from the folds.

“Santa loves sparkly things,” Keeva said, anxiously eyeing the lost glitter. “So after I wrote my Christmas list, I outlined it in red and green glitter. See?”

Ari’s smile faded as she scanned the child’s crayoned letter.

Dear Santa,

Can you please find my cousins for Christmas? Even Phaedra, but do not give her candy, as she is not a good sharer.

I know you won’t have room in your sleigh for toys with all those kids, so you don’t have to give me anything else.

But maybe you can fit a kitten in your pocket? Mum says no way can a werewolf have a cat, but if you bring one she will have to say yes.

Thank you,

Keeva Carney

P.S. I like black kittens best.

Ari carefully refolded the note, and Keeva stuffed it into her stocking once more.

“Mum said Santa is busy Christmas Eve, but if that’s all I ask for, he’ll bring them back. He won’t let them miss Christmas, right?” Keeva looked up at Ari.

Ruffling the girl’s ginger hair, Ari mustered a smile.

“When a good girl asks Santa for something, how can he resist?”

As Keeva scampered to the kitchen for dinner. Ari stared fixedly at the festive decorations. Santa was in way over his mythical head.




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