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“Six months, that’s the spring. We’ll have a busy winter getting ready.” She smiled, then laughed. “I am so happy.”
“And so are we.” Grady kissed her.
Tarl leaned close, his nose touching hers, then he was kissing her too. And then it turned into a heavenly three-way kiss that sent her heart overflowing with love and joy and excitement for the future.
She was a long way from New York City, Central Park Zoo, and The Gin Room, but she was home and she’d found not just love but an important purpose in life with direwolves, creatures she’d believed to be extinct but were now her reason for waking up each day.
She was a very lucky woman!
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
CHAINS OF COMMAND
Lily Harlem
Copyright © 2018
Sample Chapter
The pub Jenna Barlow had chosen was a couple of miles outside the English village of Brize Norton. It was one of those fake Tudor affairs, with two huge bay windows, a red tiled roof, and several wooden tables out the front. A glossy green sign by the door boasted three en suite guest rooms, the best steak pie in the county, and free WIFI for all customers.
The pie and WIFI she was up for, the guest room she had no need of. As she sipped a half pint of lager, she thought of her quarters back at the barracks. Her living space was perfectly neat and functional and certainly better than she’d have for the next five months, but it didn’t call her to spend time there.
Which was why she was here at The Dog and Duck, with her laptop, on her last night before active service.
She hit send on a long email to her parents, telling them snippets of information about what movies she’d seen lately and how her best friend’s wedding plans were coming along. Melanie had discharged from the army two years ago when she’d found herself pregnant. That didn’t mean Jenna didn’t have contact with her often—she did, but it did mean she’d had to make new friends amongst the group of nurses she worked with. Which she had, of course she had. Living life on the edge did that, it madebonds strong. Melanie had always been there, though, since the first day they’d started their training and she’d never quite get used to not having her at her side.
Tonight, however, Jenna didn’t want to be a nurse, or a serving member of the British Armed Forces. She wanted to be a girl, sitting in a bar, catching up on emails, and enjoying a few drinks without being hassled or getting ridiculously drunk.
Despite being only April, the weather was warm, and feeling hot, she took off her pale pink cardigan and set it on the padded bench at her side. The furnishings at The Dog and Duck were a little tired. The green curtains to her left had two hooks missing which meant they hung askew, and the upholstery on the back of her chair was threadbare. Not that any of this bothered Jenna. She’d seen life turn to death in a heartbeat and that kept everything in perspective, a few stray threads and AWOL hooks didn’t bother her. There were more important things to worry about.
Deciding on another drink, she glanced about. A couple sat at the table to her right. They’d had battered fish and chips delivered and it smelled delicious, despite the fact Jenna had already indulged in a pie. Beyond them were two older men taking their time over pints of treacle-colored ale. Other than that, the bar was fairly empty, though a few smokers loitered outside, and she could hear them talking along with the occasional car whizzing past.
She deemed it fairly risk free to leave her laptop and cardigan at the table and headed to the bar. It was a horseshoe shape with central shelving partly obscuring the view to the opposite side of the large room.
Waiting for the barman to spot her, she saw several other patrons. A group playing darts who, for a moment, could have been squaddies, but then she realized they were quite a bit older than her. Another female with thick-rimmed glasses and seatedin the corner, spoke on a phone, and a guy with broad shoulders and jet-black hair which fell around his face, sat hunched at the bar with a bottle of beer.
Her gaze lingered on him. His features were angular and his jawline was peppered with stubble. The black t-shirt he wore was frayed at the neckline, hugged his wide chest, and strained around his biceps.
