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Oh, yeah. Come to the masquerade party, she says. Simon will be there and he wants you, she says. You’ll have a
blast, she says.
I am so gonna kick Emma’s ass over this.
A low, inhuman growl rumbled from Livia Patterson’s throat. Becky inched back, startled at the sound coming from
the blonde. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as Livia slowly paced forward, her lips curling in a feral
smile. Her teeth were way too sharp. Her eyes were weird, too. They gleamed like a cat’s in the dim light provided by
the paper lanterns.
If I live long enough.
Becky took another step back, her heart pounding with fright. The woman’s nails had turned into claws. “Wow. Neat
special effects.” She laughed nervously. “It doesn’t really go with the genteel senorita costume though. You might
want to rethink it.”
Livia’s answer was a hissing growl that revealed a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.
“Okay, not special effects.” Never had she been more grateful that she’d decided to wear live steel rather than a
plastic toy with her bandita costume. She drew her rapier and pointed it at Livia. Thank God for those fencing
lessons I took in college. “Damn, I always knew you were a bitch, but this is ridiculous.”
Livia lunged at her. Those sharp black claws swiped along her sword arm, shredding the lace and nearly causing
Becky to drop her sword. “Ow!”
Becky gasped at the transformed Livia. The next time Livia lunged Becky parried, slicing Livia’s arm. This time it was
Livia who bled.
The weirdest sounds came out of Livia. They were scary as hell. She snarled, then growled, then finally screamed.
It sounded like one of the big cats at the zoo. If Becky wasn’t so focused on keeping those claws off of her she
would be seriously freaked.
“More of a pussy than a bitch, huh?” She grinned when the woman snarled, riding that adrenaline high that always
kicked in during a fencing match. Everything came into sharp focus as she began fighting, parrying Livia’s lunges,
making a few of her own. She knew the woman would rip her apart if she got her claws into her. They danced
around each other, circling, lunging, parrying till both women were panting. She had the advantage of reach, but
the blonde moved faster, coming in under her guard and going for her stomach.
The good news was the tight red senorita dress Livia wore hampered her movements, while Becky’s flowing bandita
outfit was almost perfect for fencing. The bad news was Livia was incredibly fast and agile, a fact that nearly made
up for her hampered movements.
You know, I have better things to do on a Saturday night than get my ass kicked by Senorita Psychopath. Becky
knew she was outmatched. She got a few good hits in, drawing blood along Livia’s stomach and a deep slash along
her cheek, but unless something happened, and soon, she would lose. She was covered in small bleeding cuts, far
more than she’d managed to inflict on the other woman. The rapier hilt was becoming slippery with blood. She made
sure she kept a death grip on it. From the look of raw hatred on Livia’s face dropping it would end in her death.
Livia whirled away after a missed blow and Becky took the opportunity to thrust in low, slashing into her stomach
and earning herself another growl.
The two women slowly danced around each other, looking for an opening. Livia snarled again, fur rippling along her
arms as she lunged for Becky. With a startled cry Becky backed up a step, ready to parry the blow but stumbled
over a bush and landed flat on her ass. Her hat rolled away and came to rest against another bush. Her rapier was
knocked from her hand as Livia landed on top of her.
Becky screamed in pain as Livia bit down on her shoulder. Her claws raked along Becky’s sides, drawing even more
blood.
Livia sat up slowly, one clawed hand wrapped around Becky’s throat. “Emma’s coming,” she purred, tilting her head
to the side as she listened to something only she could hear. “So happy she could join our little party.”
“Swell,” Becky coughed, digging her fingers into Livia’s forearm. She had to get the Bride of Satan off of her!
Livia hissed at her and arched down. Her teeth were pinching at Becky’s neck when Emma appeared. Becky looked
over Livia’s shoulder at Emma and saw the horror in Emma’s expression before it was quickly shuttered away.
Emma cocked one hand on her hip and stared at Livia like the blonde had lost her mind. “Okay, some of the
peroxide must have leaked into your brains to make this seem like a good idea. What will killing Becky accomplish,
other than to piss off Simon and Max and ruin your manicure?”
The bitch snarled again, but she didn’t tighten her hold on Becky’s throat. Those wicked black claws remained
poised above Becky’s stomach.
“Did you run out of Liversnaps or something? Oh wait, that’s dogs.”
Livia dug her claws into Becky’s stomach, making her gasp. She really wished Emma would shut the hell up before
Livia gutted her like a fish.
Beads of blood, black in the night, dribbled down her sides as Livia released Becky’s throat and lifted her head. Her
hand flexed, driving her claws deeper into Becky’s stomach. “I want the Curana’s ring.”
Ring? What ring? Becky glared at Livia, but neither woman was paying any attention to her.
“A ring does not make you Curana, Livia.”
Livia sneered. “It does to them!” She tossed her head towards the house, her hand flexing and sending shafts of
pain rippling through Becky. She held still and quiet through sheer stubbornness alone; no way was Livia getting
another sound out of her. “If they see I took the ring from you, they’ll never acknowledge you as Curana.” She
smiled, her fangs glistening in the moonlight. “They’ll see you for the weak, pathetic wallflower you’ve always been.
Max will be mine, like he always should have been; he won’t have a choice. He and I will run the Pride the way it was
meant to be run, and you’ll be seen as nothing but the Alpha’s whore.”
Curana? Alpha? What the fuck is going on?
Emma nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, all of that is true. Except for one thing. Well, two, really.”
“What’s that?”
“One, Max doesn’t want your double processed skanky ass.”
“Hey! I’m a natural blonde!”
And I’m the next Powerball winner. Looking past Emma, Becky thought she saw a flash of gold, and frowned.
“Two, even without the ring, I am the Curana.” Emma’s expression turned fierce. “Let Becky go. Now.”
There was a weird quality to Emma’s voice she’d never heard before, the command running through her like an
electric shock. She felt Livia stiffen above her, a small, almost unnoticeable shudder wracking her body. She
watched wide-eyed as Livia whimpered, her claws slowly, reluctantly withdrawing from Becky’s stomach. She crawled
on all fours off her, her shoulders hunched as Emma’s command somehow pulled the shaking blonde to her.
“Kneel.”
How the hell are you doing that? And can you teach me?
Livia knelt, trembling, at Emma’s feet. She tried to sit up, wincing, when a pair of hands reached around her and
gave her a helping hand. Max, thank God. She looked up to say thanks and gasped. His normally sunny blue eyes
were gold and they glittered like…a cat’s. “Oh, hell, not another one.”
The angry scream of another big cat rent the night. Three of them? What did I do, stumble into some freaky
werewolf convention?
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a streak of black land on Livia, knocking her to the ground. “I should kill you
where you lay,” Simon growled over her, digging his claws into her stomach in the same exact spot she’d wounded
Becky. Simon leaned down, his canines extending. Becky felt her jaw drop open as his black Zorro cape partially
obscured Livia’s body. “I could rip your throat out right now.”
Oh. Oh, shit. Simon? Hot, hunky Simon, the man she’d secretly been in love with for years, was like Livia?
“Uh, Simon?” Golden eyes blinded by rage met Emma’s. “You’re scaring the crap out of Becky.”
His head swiveled towards her; whatever he saw seemed to calm him down a bit. “Becky.” Becky jumped at the
sound of his voice, moaning as her stomach protested sharply. “What would you have me do to her?”
Max’s gasp was audible; his hands tightened on her arms. She’d have to ask what that was about some other time.
“Simon?” She knew she sounded pathetic, but the thought that he was like Livia was just way too much to deal with.
“Tell me, Becky. What should Livia’s punishment be for injuring you?” Simon’s voice was rough and growly, hitching
slightly on the word injuring. He sounded supremely pissed off.
Becky blinked back sudden tears (damn, her stomach hurt) and stared at Livia. “What is she? What are you?”
“Pumas. Werecats. I’ll explain more later. Right now, you need to decide her punishment.”
Becky looked at Emma, who flinched with guilt. “I didn’t know until Max bit me, then I didn’t know if you would believe
me or not. But I planned on telling you tomorrow, if Simon didn’t do it first.”
“You’re a…” Becky swallowed hard at Emma’s slow nod. “And they’re…” Emma watched her, her expression
pleading for understanding, which Becky gave. Emma was, after all, her BFF. Although Lucy still has a lot of
esplainin’ to do. When she blew out a hard breath, Emma visibly relaxed. “This is going to cost you a fortune in Tidy
Cat.” She laughed shakily, still trying to absorb everything that had happened.
Emma grinned, obviously relieved. “What would you like Simon to do with Livia?”
“What can he do with Livia?” Becky asked, glaring down at Livia’s terrified face.
“Well, let’s see: she was willing to kill you to get the Curana’s ring, so Simon is well within his rights to rip out her
throat.” Emma shrugged. “Wouldn’t be all that big a loss as far as I’m concerned.”
She turned back to Emma, her patience just about at an end. She was bleeding all over herself, her stomach and
shoulder hurt, and she still had no idea what the fuck was going on. “What the hell is the Curana’s ring?”
“It’s the ring Emma now wears that proclaims she’s my mate and queen,” Max replied, gentling his grip on Becky’s
arms.
“Whoa. Wait, so I was bait for Emma?” That bitch is so dead.
“Becky, the longer Simon smells the blood the harder it will be for him to not kill Livia. Decide her fate quickly.” Max’s
voice cut through the mental fog surrounding her, focusing her again on the woman on the ground.
She looked at Livia one last time before staring straight at Simon. Something she saw in his face let her know that
he would do whatever she asked of him, up to and including murder. The patient way he waited for her to
pronounce sentence reassured her. Somehow she knew Simon would sit there all night if she needed him to. “What
is the lowest status a Puma can hold? If Max is king and Emma is queen, is there a lowest of the low?”
“No!” Livia moaned, trying to break free of Simon’s hold. Simon merely dug his claws in deeper while his other hand
held her down by her throat.
“Outcast, someone who’s been made Prideless. She’ll hold no privileges, no responsibilities. She will no longer be
welcome at Pride functions or homes. Kits will be taught to avoid her. If she wished for status again she would have
to leave, find a Pride willing to take her in and earn it.”
Becky nodded. Bye-bye, Senorita Psychopath. Have a nice fucking life somewhere far, far away from here. “Since
the whole damn thing was about status, I think that would do nicely.”
Simon nodded with a slow smile of approval. He bowed his head formally to Max. “My mate requests a casting out of
the one named Olivia Patterson.”
Max eased Becky gently back down to the ground before stepping up beside Emma. He positioned himself so Becky
could see everything happening between them. “The Beta of this Pride has requested a formal casting out. My
Curana witnessed the unprovoked attack on our Beta’s mate, Rebecca Yaeger.”
Becky shot Simon a narrow-eyed glare. Mate? She’d read enough werewolf romances to know what that meant. So
if she was his mate, why was Belinda all over him like white on rice?
“The attack was motivated by greed rather than self-defense. In light of these allegations I ask you, Olivia
Patterson: how do you plead?”
“Fuck you,” Livia growled, trying once more to buck off Simon, who didn’t budge an inch. Becky smiled, hoping she
was digging Simon’s claws in just a little bit deeper.
“I’ll take that as a guilty.”
Becky watched from her place on the ground as Max’s stare turned icy cold. A strange, barely there mist seeped
from the ground he stood on. Something about that mist seemed alive. His right arm rested around Emma’s waist,
unconsciously snuggling her close to him, the gesture sweetly protective. “As Alpha of this Pride, for the
unprovoked attack against the Beta’s mate, I hereby declare Olivia Patterson outcast.”
There was that mate thing again. What the hell is Simon thinking?
“You are no longer one of us. You may no longer run with us, or hunt with us. You are no longer welcome in our
homes. You may no longer approach our kits without risk to your life.”
Livia began to sob quietly as Max formally kicked her out of the “Pride”, another thing Becky was going to have
words with Emma about. Curana? Queen werepuma? Hello! This was a bit bigger than “I’m screwing Doctor Hubba-
Hubba”!
Not to mention that, thanks to Livia, it looked like she’d be joining the ranks of the perpetually fuzzy soon. Would
she have to bow down to Emma? Kiss her ring? Sniff her butt?
Ew.
“Any attack on you will go unpunished within the Pride; we leave you to human laws. If you attack a mate of one of
ours you will be dealt with as an outsider, and your life will be forfeit. Any further contact with Rebecca Yaeger will
be considered an attack, and will be dealt with as such. Again, your life will be forfeit. Any Pride member giving you
succor will suffer the same fate as you.” With a gentle nudge, Max turned so that he and Emma had their backs to
Livia, effectively dismissing her.
Simon pulled his claws from Livia’s flesh. His eyes returned to their normal dark brown and his fangs receded as he
approached Becky with a wicked smile and a purposeful stride.
“Um, Down, kitty? Good kitty?” Becky grinned weakly as Simon reached for her. Simon gently picked Becky up and
walked out of the garden. He headed straight for the cars parked in front of the Friedelinde’s mansion. And unless
Becky missed her guess, they weren’t headed to Halle General.
Oh, yeah. Come to the masquerade party, she says. Simon will be there and he wants you, she says. You’ll have a
blast, she says.
I am so gonna kick Emma’s ass over this.
A low, inhuman growl rumbled from Livia Patterson’s throat. Becky inched back, startled at the sound coming from
the blonde. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as Livia slowly paced forward, her lips curling in a feral
smile. Her teeth were way too sharp. Her eyes were weird, too. They gleamed like a cat’s in the dim light provided by
the paper lanterns.
If I live long enough.
Becky took another step back, her heart pounding with fright. The woman’s nails had turned into claws. “Wow. Neat
special effects.” She laughed nervously. “It doesn’t really go with the genteel senorita costume though. You might
want to rethink it.”
Livia’s answer was a hissing growl that revealed a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.
“Okay, not special effects.” Never had she been more grateful that she’d decided to wear live steel rather than a
plastic toy with her bandita costume. She drew her rapier and pointed it at Livia. Thank God for those fencing
lessons I took in college. “Damn, I always knew you were a bitch, but this is ridiculous.”
Livia lunged at her. Those sharp black claws swiped along her sword arm, shredding the lace and nearly causing
Becky to drop her sword. “Ow!”
Becky gasped at the transformed Livia. The next time Livia lunged Becky parried, slicing Livia’s arm. This time it was
Livia who bled.
The weirdest sounds came out of Livia. They were scary as hell. She snarled, then growled, then finally screamed.
It sounded like one of the big cats at the zoo. If Becky wasn’t so focused on keeping those claws off of her she
would be seriously freaked.
“More of a pussy than a bitch, huh?” She grinned when the woman snarled, riding that adrenaline high that always
kicked in during a fencing match. Everything came into sharp focus as she began fighting, parrying Livia’s lunges,
making a few of her own. She knew the woman would rip her apart if she got her claws into her. They danced
around each other, circling, lunging, parrying till both women were panting. She had the advantage of reach, but
the blonde moved faster, coming in under her guard and going for her stomach.
The good news was the tight red senorita dress Livia wore hampered her movements, while Becky’s flowing bandita
outfit was almost perfect for fencing. The bad news was Livia was incredibly fast and agile, a fact that nearly made
up for her hampered movements.
You know, I have better things to do on a Saturday night than get my ass kicked by Senorita Psychopath. Becky
knew she was outmatched. She got a few good hits in, drawing blood along Livia’s stomach and a deep slash along
her cheek, but unless something happened, and soon, she would lose. She was covered in small bleeding cuts, far
more than she’d managed to inflict on the other woman. The rapier hilt was becoming slippery with blood. She made
sure she kept a death grip on it. From the look of raw hatred on Livia’s face dropping it would end in her death.
Livia whirled away after a missed blow and Becky took the opportunity to thrust in low, slashing into her stomach
and earning herself another growl.
The two women slowly danced around each other, looking for an opening. Livia snarled again, fur rippling along her
arms as she lunged for Becky. With a startled cry Becky backed up a step, ready to parry the blow but stumbled
over a bush and landed flat on her ass. Her hat rolled away and came to rest against another bush. Her rapier was
knocked from her hand as Livia landed on top of her.
Becky screamed in pain as Livia bit down on her shoulder. Her claws raked along Becky’s sides, drawing even more
blood.
Livia sat up slowly, one clawed hand wrapped around Becky’s throat. “Emma’s coming,” she purred, tilting her head
to the side as she listened to something only she could hear. “So happy she could join our little party.”
“Swell,” Becky coughed, digging her fingers into Livia’s forearm. She had to get the Bride of Satan off of her!
Livia hissed at her and arched down. Her teeth were pinching at Becky’s neck when Emma appeared. Becky looked
over Livia’s shoulder at Emma and saw the horror in Emma’s expression before it was quickly shuttered away.
Emma cocked one hand on her hip and stared at Livia like the blonde had lost her mind. “Okay, some of the
peroxide must have leaked into your brains to make this seem like a good idea. What will killing Becky accomplish,
other than to piss off Simon and Max and ruin your manicure?”
The bitch snarled again, but she didn’t tighten her hold on Becky’s throat. Those wicked black claws remained
poised above Becky’s stomach.
“Did you run out of Liversnaps or something? Oh wait, that’s dogs.”
Livia dug her claws into Becky’s stomach, making her gasp. She really wished Emma would shut the hell up before
Livia gutted her like a fish.
Beads of blood, black in the night, dribbled down her sides as Livia released Becky’s throat and lifted her head. Her
hand flexed, driving her claws deeper into Becky’s stomach. “I want the Curana’s ring.”
Ring? What ring? Becky glared at Livia, but neither woman was paying any attention to her.
“A ring does not make you Curana, Livia.”
Livia sneered. “It does to them!” She tossed her head towards the house, her hand flexing and sending shafts of
pain rippling through Becky. She held still and quiet through sheer stubbornness alone; no way was Livia getting
another sound out of her. “If they see I took the ring from you, they’ll never acknowledge you as Curana.” She
smiled, her fangs glistening in the moonlight. “They’ll see you for the weak, pathetic wallflower you’ve always been.
Max will be mine, like he always should have been; he won’t have a choice. He and I will run the Pride the way it was
meant to be run, and you’ll be seen as nothing but the Alpha’s whore.”
Curana? Alpha? What the fuck is going on?
Emma nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, all of that is true. Except for one thing. Well, two, really.”
“What’s that?”
“One, Max doesn’t want your double processed skanky ass.”
“Hey! I’m a natural blonde!”
And I’m the next Powerball winner. Looking past Emma, Becky thought she saw a flash of gold, and frowned.
“Two, even without the ring, I am the Curana.” Emma’s expression turned fierce. “Let Becky go. Now.”
There was a weird quality to Emma’s voice she’d never heard before, the command running through her like an
electric shock. She felt Livia stiffen above her, a small, almost unnoticeable shudder wracking her body. She
watched wide-eyed as Livia whimpered, her claws slowly, reluctantly withdrawing from Becky’s stomach. She crawled
on all fours off her, her shoulders hunched as Emma’s command somehow pulled the shaking blonde to her.
“Kneel.”
How the hell are you doing that? And can you teach me?
Livia knelt, trembling, at Emma’s feet. She tried to sit up, wincing, when a pair of hands reached around her and
gave her a helping hand. Max, thank God. She looked up to say thanks and gasped. His normally sunny blue eyes
were gold and they glittered like…a cat’s. “Oh, hell, not another one.”
The angry scream of another big cat rent the night. Three of them? What did I do, stumble into some freaky
werewolf convention?
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a streak of black land on Livia, knocking her to the ground. “I should kill you
where you lay,” Simon growled over her, digging his claws into her stomach in the same exact spot she’d wounded
Becky. Simon leaned down, his canines extending. Becky felt her jaw drop open as his black Zorro cape partially
obscured Livia’s body. “I could rip your throat out right now.”
Oh. Oh, shit. Simon? Hot, hunky Simon, the man she’d secretly been in love with for years, was like Livia?
“Uh, Simon?” Golden eyes blinded by rage met Emma’s. “You’re scaring the crap out of Becky.”
His head swiveled towards her; whatever he saw seemed to calm him down a bit. “Becky.” Becky jumped at the
sound of his voice, moaning as her stomach protested sharply. “What would you have me do to her?”
Max’s gasp was audible; his hands tightened on her arms. She’d have to ask what that was about some other time.
“Simon?” She knew she sounded pathetic, but the thought that he was like Livia was just way too much to deal with.
“Tell me, Becky. What should Livia’s punishment be for injuring you?” Simon’s voice was rough and growly, hitching
slightly on the word injuring. He sounded supremely pissed off.
Becky blinked back sudden tears (damn, her stomach hurt) and stared at Livia. “What is she? What are you?”
“Pumas. Werecats. I’ll explain more later. Right now, you need to decide her punishment.”
Becky looked at Emma, who flinched with guilt. “I didn’t know until Max bit me, then I didn’t know if you would believe
me or not. But I planned on telling you tomorrow, if Simon didn’t do it first.”
“You’re a…” Becky swallowed hard at Emma’s slow nod. “And they’re…” Emma watched her, her expression
pleading for understanding, which Becky gave. Emma was, after all, her BFF. Although Lucy still has a lot of
esplainin’ to do. When she blew out a hard breath, Emma visibly relaxed. “This is going to cost you a fortune in Tidy
Cat.” She laughed shakily, still trying to absorb everything that had happened.
Emma grinned, obviously relieved. “What would you like Simon to do with Livia?”
“What can he do with Livia?” Becky asked, glaring down at Livia’s terrified face.
“Well, let’s see: she was willing to kill you to get the Curana’s ring, so Simon is well within his rights to rip out her
throat.” Emma shrugged. “Wouldn’t be all that big a loss as far as I’m concerned.”
She turned back to Emma, her patience just about at an end. She was bleeding all over herself, her stomach and
shoulder hurt, and she still had no idea what the fuck was going on. “What the hell is the Curana’s ring?”
“It’s the ring Emma now wears that proclaims she’s my mate and queen,” Max replied, gentling his grip on Becky’s
arms.
“Whoa. Wait, so I was bait for Emma?” That bitch is so dead.
“Becky, the longer Simon smells the blood the harder it will be for him to not kill Livia. Decide her fate quickly.” Max’s
voice cut through the mental fog surrounding her, focusing her again on the woman on the ground.
She looked at Livia one last time before staring straight at Simon. Something she saw in his face let her know that
he would do whatever she asked of him, up to and including murder. The patient way he waited for her to
pronounce sentence reassured her. Somehow she knew Simon would sit there all night if she needed him to. “What
is the lowest status a Puma can hold? If Max is king and Emma is queen, is there a lowest of the low?”
“No!” Livia moaned, trying to break free of Simon’s hold. Simon merely dug his claws in deeper while his other hand
held her down by her throat.
“Outcast, someone who’s been made Prideless. She’ll hold no privileges, no responsibilities. She will no longer be
welcome at Pride functions or homes. Kits will be taught to avoid her. If she wished for status again she would have
to leave, find a Pride willing to take her in and earn it.”
Becky nodded. Bye-bye, Senorita Psychopath. Have a nice fucking life somewhere far, far away from here. “Since
the whole damn thing was about status, I think that would do nicely.”
Simon nodded with a slow smile of approval. He bowed his head formally to Max. “My mate requests a casting out of
the one named Olivia Patterson.”
Max eased Becky gently back down to the ground before stepping up beside Emma. He positioned himself so Becky
could see everything happening between them. “The Beta of this Pride has requested a formal casting out. My
Curana witnessed the unprovoked attack on our Beta’s mate, Rebecca Yaeger.”
Becky shot Simon a narrow-eyed glare. Mate? She’d read enough werewolf romances to know what that meant. So
if she was his mate, why was Belinda all over him like white on rice?
“The attack was motivated by greed rather than self-defense. In light of these allegations I ask you, Olivia
Patterson: how do you plead?”
“Fuck you,” Livia growled, trying once more to buck off Simon, who didn’t budge an inch. Becky smiled, hoping she
was digging Simon’s claws in just a little bit deeper.
“I’ll take that as a guilty.”
Becky watched from her place on the ground as Max’s stare turned icy cold. A strange, barely there mist seeped
from the ground he stood on. Something about that mist seemed alive. His right arm rested around Emma’s waist,
unconsciously snuggling her close to him, the gesture sweetly protective. “As Alpha of this Pride, for the
unprovoked attack against the Beta’s mate, I hereby declare Olivia Patterson outcast.”
There was that mate thing again. What the hell is Simon thinking?
“You are no longer one of us. You may no longer run with us, or hunt with us. You are no longer welcome in our
homes. You may no longer approach our kits without risk to your life.”
Livia began to sob quietly as Max formally kicked her out of the “Pride”, another thing Becky was going to have
words with Emma about. Curana? Queen werepuma? Hello! This was a bit bigger than “I’m screwing Doctor Hubba-
Hubba”!
Not to mention that, thanks to Livia, it looked like she’d be joining the ranks of the perpetually fuzzy soon. Would
she have to bow down to Emma? Kiss her ring? Sniff her butt?
Ew.
“Any attack on you will go unpunished within the Pride; we leave you to human laws. If you attack a mate of one of
ours you will be dealt with as an outsider, and your life will be forfeit. Any further contact with Rebecca Yaeger will
be considered an attack, and will be dealt with as such. Again, your life will be forfeit. Any Pride member giving you
succor will suffer the same fate as you.” With a gentle nudge, Max turned so that he and Emma had their backs to
Livia, effectively dismissing her.
Simon pulled his claws from Livia’s flesh. His eyes returned to their normal dark brown and his fangs receded as he
approached Becky with a wicked smile and a purposeful stride.
“Um, Down, kitty? Good kitty?” Becky grinned weakly as Simon reached for her. Simon gently picked Becky up and
walked out of the garden. He headed straight for the cars parked in front of the Friedelinde’s mansion. And unless
Becky missed her guess, they weren’t headed to Halle General.
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Getting attacked by some crazed she-devil, complete with claws and fangs, certainly wasn’t on Rebecca Yaeger’s agenda
when she agreed to attend a local masquerade. In a few slashing moments, Becky learns things about her friends and
the man she loves that she never would have suspected.
When Simon rescues Becky from an unprovoked attack by one of his Pride, he finally confirms what he’s long suspected:
she’s his mate. Carrying her off to his home and dressing her wounds gives him the chance he’s been waiting for—to
taste her and mark her as his. And she’s far sweeter than anything, or anyone, he’s ever had before.
Just as their problems seem a thing of the past, a strange illness begins to haunt Becky, threatening to turn their sweet
dreams into a nightmare.
when she agreed to attend a local masquerade. In a few slashing moments, Becky learns things about her friends and
the man she loves that she never would have suspected.
When Simon rescues Becky from an unprovoked attack by one of his Pride, he finally confirms what he’s long suspected:
she’s his mate. Carrying her off to his home and dressing her wounds gives him the chance he’s been waiting for—to
taste her and mark her as his. And she’s far sweeter than anything, or anyone, he’s ever had before.
Just as their problems seem a thing of the past, a strange illness begins to haunt Becky, threatening to turn their sweet
dreams into a nightmare.
| Sweet dreams can easily become nightmares… A Halle Pumas story. |
Joyfully Reviewed Joyfully Recommends Sweet Dreams!
"Sweet Dreams picks up right where The Wallflower leaves off and I love it! Dana Marie
Bell did not disappoint in this sequel. Sweet Dreams is just as hot, sexy, and funny as The
Wallflower."
Fallen Angels Reviews gives Sweet Dreams four out of five angels!
"If you like a quick read about shifters, filled with humor and a mystery, then you don’t
want to miss any of the Halle Puma books. I hope there is a third book in the works
because I really enjoy this series!"
"Sweet Dreams picks up right where The Wallflower leaves off and I love it! Dana Marie
Bell did not disappoint in this sequel. Sweet Dreams is just as hot, sexy, and funny as The
Wallflower."
Fallen Angels Reviews gives Sweet Dreams four out of five angels!
"If you like a quick read about shifters, filled with humor and a mystery, then you don’t
want to miss any of the Halle Puma books. I hope there is a third book in the works
because I really enjoy this series!"