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//-->Bare InstinctsHidden Hills ShiftersBook 2Vella DayCopyright © 2015 Vella DayBARE INSTINCTSCopyright © 2015 by Vella DayKindle Editionwww.velladay.comvelladayauthor@gmail.comCover Art by Sloan WintersEdited by Rebecca Cartee and Carol Adcock-BezzoPublished in the United States of AmericaE-book ISBN: 978-1-941835-09-8ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission othe author except in the case of brief questions embodied in critical articles or reviews.This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are usedfictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.Table of ContentsTitle PageCopyright PageChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenOther Books by the AuthorAbout the AuthorChapter One“READ ANOTHER ONE?Ple-eease, Ms. Wilder.” Five-year-old Justin Bishop looked up at Tasha with themost beautiful angelic face, his hands pressed together in prayer.She looked over her shoulder. Not only was Justin’s mom waiting to pick him up, so were thefour other mothers. “I wish I could, but the library reading hour is over. I’ll have another story onMonday, okay?”She closed the book, and the kids groaned. Once they saw she was serious, the children rushed totheir folks. Tasha loved reading to the kids, as all of her troubles seemed to float away during thathour. Seeing their upturned faces, listening to her every word, made her want about ten kids of herown.It was noon on Saturday and time to go home. Her throat was a little dry from all the reading, soshe clocked out and headed diagonally across the street to the café. The sun’s warmth kissed her faceas she inhaled the sweet scent of flowers in the big pots dotting both sides of the street. She alwaysloved the start of summer in North Carolina. The leaves were such a rich green, and the birds seemedso cheerful. She sighed, always sentimental after being with the young readers.Luckily, there was only a short line at the coffee bar inside the Hidden Hills Café, and she rushedup to the counter to order. While she waited for them to fix her drink, she scanned the tables,surprised her dad and his best friend, Cliff Devereaux, were in the corner chatting, but not with theirusual cheer. Cliff had his hand on his head and his chin lowered. Something had happened.“Tasha?” Diana called from the counter. “Your coffee and muffin are ready.”“Thanks.” She hadn’t realized she’d been standing there that long. She retrieved her food andheaded over to her father. Only when she was close did they both look up. Neither smiled. Uh-oh.“Am I interrupting?”Mr. Devereaux swiped moisture from under his eyes. “No.” He motioned for her to pull up achair.Once she sat, she glanced between her dad and Mr. Devereaux. “Is something wrong?”“I’m afraid Tom overdosed last night and passed away. Burke was with him when he died.” Mr.Devereaux stroked his trembling chin.The news was so horrific that Tasha was unable to respond. She’d grown up with Tom and hisyounger brother, Burke. “I’m so sorry.” Tasha knew Tom had left to pursue a football scholarship.Over the last couple of years, she’d heard rumors of Tom’s wild side, but he lived out of state, andrarely came home.Mr. Devereaux continued. “When Burke went to school up there, I thought he could help groundTom, but he just wasn’t the same after his injury. When he couldn’t play football anymore, he not onlypartied a lot but floated from job to job.”“Boys are like that. They need time to sow their wild oats.” Her dad shook his head, acting asthough she’d overstepped her bounds.Mr. Devereaux’s lips pressed together. “I warned him about his excesses, but did he listen? Hell,no.” [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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