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//-->Shifting DestiniesHidden Hills ShiftersBook 3Vella DayCopyright © 2015 Vella DaySHIFTING DESTINIESCopyright © 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: 978-1-941835-12-8ALL 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 FourteenOther Books by the AuthorAbout the AuthorChapter OneENETTLES SANKback against one of the round tables at her best friend’s wedding to fan herface then polished off her third beer. She’d been dancing for hours, and while her feet were tired, shewas content. Cheyenne Snow-Durant made a beautiful bride. Chey’s dad was the Alpha of the cheetahClan, and as such, needed the largest venue in Hidden Hills, North Carolina, for his daughter’swedding. That meant they were in the Town Meeting Hall, a metal Quonset Hut-shaped structure thathad a stage on one end and a wall of glass doors on the other. Several women of the Clan had gone allout on the decorations. The jungle theme wouldn’t have been Emmaline’s first choice, but the greenvines and fake flowers helped cover the corrugated walls nicely.Em spotted Chey winding her way through the dancers, heading straight toward her. “Have youdanced with Wade yet?” Chey asked, looking radiant.Emmaline laughed, but it was mostly for show. “Not yet.”Please, don’t push.Cheyenne gave her arm a squeeze and then let go. “Remember, it’s a cheetah tradition to dancewith everyone at the wedding reception. If you do, you’ll find happiness and wealth for the comingyear.”Em didn’t believe in superstition, especially one that involved true love and prosperity—not tomention that it was a cheetah tradition and she was a wolf. “I’ll keep that in mind, but I believe I’vetouched base with almost everyone else.”Chey looked over Em’s shoulder and smiled. “Ooh, here’s your chance to make it one hundredpercent. He’s heading your way, girlfriend. Gotta go.” Chey leaned over, kissed her cheek, and thendisappeared back into the crowd.Em didn’t need her friend to tell her who was right behind her. She could feel his power, hisscent, his presence. She was, after all, a shifter with an intense sense of smell that surprisingly hadn’tbeen diminished by all the festivities and swirling romance.To make matters worse, her inhibitions had plummeted. She wasn’t sure if it was from the fewbeers she’d had, or the fact Wade Black was there. Something about this bear shifter got her motorrunning, and that was bad. Wolves weren’t supposed to give his clan the time of day—at least thatwas what her family had always drilled into her.“Emmaline?”Her nerves shot to life. She turned around and tried to smile, but her uncooperative lips wobbled.Wade, with his whiskey-smooth voice, was like a stealth bomber. He worked out of town, but wouldswoop in every few weeks to do whatever he needed to do before disappearing again. “Hi, Wade.”He held out his palm. “We haven’t danced.”That had been by design. She didn’t trust herself around him.He raised his brows, looking hopeful—and sexy as hell. While she was dewy from all thedancing, he looked cool and elegant in his black tux. Add in broad shoulders, whiskered cheeks,along with a lock of dark hair flopped over his forehead that she wanted to push back, and mostwomen would have swooned. Not her, of course. Emmaline wasn’t interested in playboys.M M ALINE [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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//-->Shifting DestiniesHidden Hills ShiftersBook 3Vella DayCopyright © 2015 Vella DaySHIFTING DESTINIESCopyright © 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: 978-1-941835-12-8ALL 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 FourteenOther Books by the AuthorAbout the AuthorChapter OneENETTLES SANKback against one of the round tables at her best friend’s wedding to fan herface then polished off her third beer. She’d been dancing for hours, and while her feet were tired, shewas content. Cheyenne Snow-Durant made a beautiful bride. Chey’s dad was the Alpha of the cheetahClan, and as such, needed the largest venue in Hidden Hills, North Carolina, for his daughter’swedding. That meant they were in the Town Meeting Hall, a metal Quonset Hut-shaped structure thathad a stage on one end and a wall of glass doors on the other. Several women of the Clan had gone allout on the decorations. The jungle theme wouldn’t have been Emmaline’s first choice, but the greenvines and fake flowers helped cover the corrugated walls nicely.Em spotted Chey winding her way through the dancers, heading straight toward her. “Have youdanced with Wade yet?” Chey asked, looking radiant.Emmaline laughed, but it was mostly for show. “Not yet.”Please, don’t push.Cheyenne gave her arm a squeeze and then let go. “Remember, it’s a cheetah tradition to dancewith everyone at the wedding reception. If you do, you’ll find happiness and wealth for the comingyear.”Em didn’t believe in superstition, especially one that involved true love and prosperity—not tomention that it was a cheetah tradition and she was a wolf. “I’ll keep that in mind, but I believe I’vetouched base with almost everyone else.”Chey looked over Em’s shoulder and smiled. “Ooh, here’s your chance to make it one hundredpercent. He’s heading your way, girlfriend. Gotta go.” Chey leaned over, kissed her cheek, and thendisappeared back into the crowd.Em didn’t need her friend to tell her who was right behind her. She could feel his power, hisscent, his presence. She was, after all, a shifter with an intense sense of smell that surprisingly hadn’tbeen diminished by all the festivities and swirling romance.To make matters worse, her inhibitions had plummeted. She wasn’t sure if it was from the fewbeers she’d had, or the fact Wade Black was there. Something about this bear shifter got her motorrunning, and that was bad. Wolves weren’t supposed to give his clan the time of day—at least thatwas what her family had always drilled into her.“Emmaline?”Her nerves shot to life. She turned around and tried to smile, but her uncooperative lips wobbled.Wade, with his whiskey-smooth voice, was like a stealth bomber. He worked out of town, but wouldswoop in every few weeks to do whatever he needed to do before disappearing again. “Hi, Wade.”He held out his palm. “We haven’t danced.”That had been by design. She didn’t trust herself around him.He raised his brows, looking hopeful—and sexy as hell. While she was dewy from all thedancing, he looked cool and elegant in his black tux. Add in broad shoulders, whiskered cheeks,along with a lock of dark hair flopped over his forehead that she wanted to push back, and mostwomen would have swooned. Not her, of course. Emmaline wasn’t interested in playboys.M M ALINE [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]