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“I’ll take them,” Olivia said, but Fay had already snatched the two up.

“I’ll not be doing your job and you’ll not be doing mine,” Fay said with a friendly smile.

Olivia smiled as well and followed her out of the kitchen. Fay was of average height, plus-sized with a pleasant energy about her, a pretty face and blazing red hair she wore piled on top of her head. She looked to be in her forties, though it was difficult to tell, she had such beautiful skin and few wrinkles.

Olivia was of average height herself but that was where any similarity ended. She was slim with an athletic body born from her love of running that she had done since she was young. She was a brunette with natural red highlights sprinkled throughout her long hair that she often drew back into a ponytail so it wouldn’t get in her way. Men often commented on how pretty she was, though she’d never been called beautiful, but she always believed that compliment was meant for a rare few. She had a fine-lined scar on her right cheek, gotten during play with the malamute puppy she received one Christmas when she was young. Samson had soon stolen her heart, and she mourned his loss to this day.

“We have broadband service here, but it’s spotty at times, especially in the winter,” Fay said, drawing Olivia out of her musings as the woman wound her way easily through the castle.

Olivia felt she should have been paying closer attention, realizing the place was a maze and wondering if she would ever find her way through it.

Two floors up and Fay finally came to a stop halfway down a long corridor in front of a door. She entered and deposited Oliva’s suitcase on a luggage rack, along with her tote, and pointed to a partially open door. “You have your own bathroom, and I will have my hubby, Henry, set a fire in the fireplace so it will be toasty warm in here for you tonight since a chill often runs through the castle in the winter. I will leave you for a bit. Take your time and settle in and I will return for you.”

“Not necessary,” Olivia said, giving the lovely room a quick glance and looking forward to taking her time to explore it later. She rushed out of her jacket and grabbed her tote, slipping the softly worn leather strap over her shoulder. “I’m ready now.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to rest a bit, maybe catch a nap.”

“I don’t nap, and I am eager to start my work and have that cup of tea. I am a tea lover.”

“A woman after my own heart,” Fay said as she led Olivia to the library, she tried to offer directions so she wouldn’t get lost. Fay laughed when Olivia shook her head looking completely confused. Fay chuckled when they entered the library. “You’ll get the hang of it by the end of the week. I will be back right quick with your pot of tea and scones.”

Olivia smiled realizing the woman was teasing her, knowing she was only here for a week, though it probably would take her that long to find her way somewhat around the castle. She slipped her work tote off her shoulder and placed it on a forest green couch that faced a fireplace, logs burning stronglyin it. Glass-paned doors enclosed floor-to-ceiling bookcases that flanked the fireplace and contained a variety of items and books. Most of the books occupied the floor-to-ceiling bookcases on the other walls as well as the few waist-height bookcases placed strategically around the room along with comfortable chairs and end tables where needed. Lamps were plentiful, providing sufficient light for reading. Two high, narrow windows divided bookcases on one wall with heavy deep green, damask drapes that sat open.

Olivia went to the window to check on the snow. It was still a light snowfall, though more than a mere dusting now covered the ground. She had to keep in mind what the train engineer had told her, how snow could trap her there for the winter. She couldn’t afford that. She had a job and responsibilities she needed to return to. Unless she got a position here, but still, she would not be able to start right away. She would have to give notice, and then there would be moving to see to.

“Slow down,” she whispered to herself. She was assuming too much. The chance of getting a position here was slim, and Tiernan hadn’t even mentioned that one was available.

She turned away from the window and perused the bookshelves, seeing that sections were marked by topic.

Fay returned with the promised tea, a whole pot, and scones, and left her to enjoy and explore. She sipped her tea and ate a scone, thinking Tiernan’s praise of Fay’s scones was more than accurate. It was delicious. She made sure her fingers were free of any crumbs before returning to search for the section on werewolves and was excited to find it held a plethora of books on the subject. Not wanting to be greedy, she chose only three books to look through to start.

She placed the books on the table in front of the couch, refilled her nearly empty teacup, and then got comfortable on the couch with one of the three books. It was a fascinatingcollection of werewolf tales. After reading a few, she chose another book…The Allure of Werewolves.

Werewolves in human form hold a strong allure to human females. They have a commanding and protective presence about them, and they release a rugged scent to draw a compatible woman to them for a playful mating. Most human females will be instantly attracted to a werewolf’s scent. It will spark her passion and interest, and if he chooses to mark her with his touch, then it will ignite her desire for him, leaving her with an urge to have a sexual encounter with him. Sexual encounters with human females are meaningless to werewolves. It is pure sex, pure pleasure, they look for, nothing else. They are highly skilled lovers having a blended sexual knowledge of human and beast. Unfortunately, once a woman has sex with a werewolf, they find sex with human males disappointing. Something human females should be aware of and think wisely about before having sex with a werewolf.

Olivia laughed; she couldn’t help it. It was such a ridiculous suggestion, even if werewolves did exist. She had misjudged the topic of the book. She thought it was going to be about why people were fascinated with werewolves. Instead, it concentrated on why women found werewolves alluring. It was an older book published in 1918, and she had to admit the premise was interesting if not absurd. She continued to read.

Beware human females, for a werewolf on the prowl will use a simple smile to catch your attention and if you fall into his web of deceit, it will not be easy to extract yourself. The more time you spend with him, the more he touches you, the more your passion will mount for him until you are unable to refuse him.

Olivia shook her head at such drivel. She was more determined now than ever to write an accurate piece on the sexual appetites of werewolves. She would use all her knowledgeof wolves to base her writing on what she believed would be an accurate description of the sex lives of werewolves. Starting with how a male wolf courted a female wolf. How the male would approach the female making soft whining sounds and she would respond. They would nuzzle each other’s muzzles, touch their noses, and nudge each other with their bodies. Nibble at each other and walk nearly attached to each other. She always enjoyed watching the courtships. You could see the love they had for each other.

Wolves mating ritual was nothing like the author described of werewolves where a simple smile or touch could have a woman eager to have sex with a man/werewolf.

Olivia let the book fall closed on her lap as the words in the book sunk into her. It nearly described how she felt about Tiernan when she met him. His smile, his scent, his touch had instantly awakened her libido, but there was a good reason for that. She had had no sex life in—she had to think about it. How long had it been? She couldn’t recall her last encounter. Had it been that unmemorable? Or had work held more interest than sex? Or was it that she never found a man that interested her… until Tiernan? Or was he a werewolf who used his wiles on her?

Was she out of her mind for even giving such a ridiculous notion thought?

It was a perfect storm, not believing in werewolves and not recalling the last time she had sex, leaving her attraction to Tiernan’s smile and scent and touch combined with what she just read to strike the absurd thought in her head.

He’s a werewolf.

She laughed at the outrageous idea and blamed it on lack of sleep, having traveled nonstop from plane ride to train ride, to here. A good night’s sleep would clear her mind as would no more reading about werewolves tonight. She placedThe Allureof Werewolvesbook on the table with the other two books and walked to the window.

Having been so engrossed in the books, she hadn’t realized that night had fallen. The holiday lights cast a lovely glow over the ground that was completely covered in snow. The snow was falling heavier than before, and she was reminded of the engineer’s warning about leaving early if the snow worsened or she might be stuck there. She didn’t want to leave. She had just gotten here and had had no time to do any substantial research or speak in length with Tiernan.

She was about to turn away when a sudden movement caught her eye, and she gasped, startled to see a lone black wolf stride into view along the front of the castle. The creature was magnificent, his sleek black fur shimmering under the soft glow of the holiday lights, making him appear almost otherworldly. He was larger than any wolf she had ever seen, his size alone enough to send a ripple of unease through her. Could he have escaped the preserve? The thought lingered uneasily in her mind. Then, as if sensing her very question, the wolf paused, turned, and looked up. Her breath caught in her throat. It felt as if he was staring directly at her through the window, his bold green eyes gleaming with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. For a heartbeat, they remained locked in that unsettling gaze. Then, without warning, the wolf lifted his head and released a haunting, piercing howl that echoed through the night before he bolted, disappearing into the shadows.

CHAPTER 3

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