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bet it won’t be lonely for too long,” I said.
Wilma oinked, and Sage gave me a quizzical look.
We pulled up in front of a beautiful house. “It’s so cute,” I said.
“Where do you live?” she asked.
“I live in the leaning house by the park,” I said with a laugh. “You can’t miss it. But I think I’m going to be moving soon, once my grandfather finishes recovering from surgery.”
“Oh? Are you leaving Silver Springs?”
I shook my head. Never again—at least, not for good, not like I’d left before.
“I’m just moving in with my boyfriends,” I said lightly. “It’s probably a mistake.”
“Why’s that?” she asked me innocently.
And I unleashed on the poor girl. “Blake is driving me nuts with wedding planning—he’s got a hundred opinions, of course he does, he always has an opinion. And thanks to Dylan, I feel like half the women I meet want to murder me and dump my body in the springs.”
That made me imagine how the kelpies would react to that, and I added, “But that’s a terrible idea. FYI, you can’t get away with anything at the springs. Lick a frog if you want, but then go on home, because the kelpies will call you out.”
“Okay,” she said, a confused look written across her face, but all my feelings were spilling out now.
“And Archer is working on a new project, and he’s always taking these long phone calls saying things like “Let’s circle back to that,” and ‘I’m tracking’ and…” I trailed off, realizing I’d just unleashed on her. She looked a bit stunned.
“I’m so lucky,” I said, grinning, because it was true. “Even though they annoy me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“It must be nice,” she said, just before she got out of the car.
“Well, I have a feeling you’ll see soon,” I muttered under my breath.
“What was that?” she asked as she leaned over into the car.
“I said I have a feeling I’ll see you soon—besides dropping off your car tomorrow. I hope you’ll take me up on dinner with some of the other ladies!” I called, waving goodbye to her.
She gave me a strange look, then smiled and waved goodbye too as she headed toward the house.
I could’ve sworn her pig winked at me before it waddled off behind her.
I was smiling as I headed toward home.
Goodbye, Love Blooms.
I had exactly what I needed waiting for me at home.
Read on to discover what happens to Sage next in…
Sage by J.E. Cluney
Do you know what I love? Being my own boss. Do you know what I hate? A lack of social life.
Silver Springs is supe friendly, so I thought it was the perfect place to call home with my pet pig, Wilma.
Too bad I can’t seem to get myself out to meet people, despite Wilma’s consistent nagging.
Oh, did I mention she talks? Turns out I was born as a slightly defective mermaid, more animalistic than I’d like to admit.
The one bonus? I’m Mrs freakin DooLittle. I consider it a curse at times.
I’d been hoping that Silver Springs might be my one place to maybe meet someone special, but I’m starting to think that was all a dream I can’t reach.
That is, until I decide to fancy up my special pool out back.
Blaine is one fine as hell landscaper, and he’s got some delicious friends to help him.
Maybe Silver Springs isn’t so bad.
Now if only Wilma will stop telling me how good their butts look from her level.
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Their Shifter Academy: Unwanted
Prologue
July-Before the Academy
When I came down the stairs into the foyer, Lex was deep in conversation with Logan, one of my sister’s mates. Then he must have heard the soft click of my high-heeled sandals on the stair, because Lex turned.
His eyes widened appreciatively, and he whistled. “I am one lucky man, Madeline Northsea.”
I looked down at the slinky pink summer dress I wore; it was a lot more colorful than most people might expect from a werewolf. “You just saw me an hour ago in the training yard. Bruised up