The Witch, the Wolf and the Snowstorm: (Book 6, Grey Wolf Pack Romance Novellas)
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Authors: E A Price
The Witch, the Wolf and the Snowstorm
(Book 6, Grey Wolf Pack Romance Novellas)
By E A Price
Copyright ©2014 by Elizabeth Ann Price
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Table of Contents
21
st
November
Kayleigh
Lewicki smiled at her boyfriend Greg. They’d been dating for just over five months and had recently moved in together. In spite of a few teething problems, such as Greg never doing any housework, never cooking, and inviting his friends round at the drop of a hat to play video games things were going okay.
Kayleigh
folded the menu and glanced round the restaurant. She pouted a little, they’d ended up coming to the local wolf pack run pizza parlour Pizza Moon. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Pizza Moon, it’s just that she was hoping for something a little more...
special
. They could go to Pizza Moon anytime, surely if they were celebrating it should be somewhere a bit fancier. She had wanted to go to the fancy pants Italian restaurant in Darlington called Alberto’s, but Greg had balked at the prices.
Greg had wanted to spend the night
lazing on the couch watching TV and eating microwave frozen burritos, that he seemed to have existed on until Kayleigh crashed into his life. She had nagged him until eventually he gave in and agreed to go out, but when it came to Alberto’s he absolutely put his foot down.
She sighed, I guess you have to pick your battles.
Since coming out he had been a little sullen,
missing his darn couch she thought in irritation
. She didn’t feel a lick of guilt though, it really wasn’t asking too much for them to go out as a couple at least once a week. And them both going out with their respective friends and happening to see each other at Bar Luna did not count as going out ‘together’.
At
Kayleigh’s insistence this dinner was a belated celebration of the two of them moving in together.
Or of her moving into his apartment
. Up until a couple of weeks ago she had been living in a boarding house which was home to a number of other women who like herself were witches.
But
since the witches circle she had belonged to disbanded the boarding house had been sold to a development company, who were planning on turning it into a hotel. They had given the witches a few months to move out. Most already had, there were just a couple of stragglers left now.
Kayleigh
had considered her options. She didn’t think she could afford a place on her own, and wasn’t sure she really wanted roommates again, so had asked Greg if she could move in with him. He had been reticent at first. They had only been dating for four months and he wasn’t sure if he was ready. And before he dated Kayleigh he had been heavily involved with his boss’ daughter Sharron, who had cheated and him and broke his heart.
So naturally he was a little gun shy about getting serious with another woman.
Kayleigh
, though, had her heart set on them living together. The more she thought about it the more she liked the idea and was certain it was the best thing for both of them. So she had set about working on him, and wearing him down until eventually he gave in and agreed to it.
Okay y
es she knew she was being pushy, it wasn’t something that was new for her. She’d always been a bolshy kind of person, if she wanted something she went for it.
Being shy never got you anywhere
.
Besides which she had a vision of them living together.
Kayleigh was a seer... sort of. Occasionally she received visions, most of which were quite obscure and took some deciphering. To put it mildly she knew she couldn't be relied upon in a crisis to have a helpful vision.
She certainly wasn’t about to offer her services to the police in hunting down murderers
.
But every now and then she had a helpful one, mostly about something mundane such as splurging on a new pair of shoes.
With her bank balance it never ended well
.
She was however pretty good at palm and card readings. She had a steady clientele, most of
whom were also witches, and who for a modest price asked for regular readings. She was clear though that if during one of their sessions she didn't see anything they got their money back. It happened occasionally that she went completely blank. She generally wasn’t sure how helpful she was, she suspected that she was more like a cheap therapist who helped her clients to reinforce decisions they had already made.
That was totally fine with her
.
It was a vision that
persuaded her to move to Rose in the first place, and that was one of the best decisions she ever made. Since arriving in Rose she had settled into a job she loved and found some great friends. Not to mention meeting Greg.
Who she loved, she really did. Okay so he wasn’t her perfect guy but come on, doesn’t everybody settle?
Nobody really finds their dream guy
.
“Hey, can you order me a veggie deluxe with low-fat cheese? I’m just going to the bathroom.”
Greg nodded and she began to weave her way through the restaurant, wide hips swaying. A couple of young wolf shifters gave her some wolf whistles. She rolled her eyes playfully, in truth she kind of enjoyed the attention. Growing up she’d had a few issues with her plump body and boys generally hadn’t been interested, it felt nice to be appreciated.
Not that she had confidence issues anymore.
Since her curves had filled out the boys had soon changed their mind about her. She’d learned to love her body.
Who in their right mind would want to be a supermodel when they could be a Marilyn Monroe?
Plus the dress she was wearing didn’t hurt either.
She’d practically maxed out her credit card purchasing it from Charlie’s, the only women’s clothing store in town. In the bathroom she surveyed herself in the mirror.
It was worth it
.
It was a
strappy wiggle dress with a pencil skirt, the bust was made from animal print whilst the rest of the dress was black. There was a generous slit at the front and it was fairly low cut. It was a bit risqué for Pizza Moon, but in her defence she had been expecting to go to Alberto’s. Not that it mattered, she felt incredibly sexy wearing it. She just wished that Greg had said something too.
He hadn’t even noticed.
She sighed.
Yep, definitely not her dream guy
. But god help her she did care about him, and there was an iddy biddy chance that she did kind of have high standards when it came to men.
She’d grown up reading romantic fiction and was now a full blown addict.
Her absolute favourites were the ones set in Texas were there was an innocent young farmers daughter, who was handed over to a handsome older rogue who her father owed money too. Of course she would hate him, but eventually he would wear her down. The handsome older man would teach her about her sexuality and of course he would turn out to be a good guy, they would fall in love and then live happily ever after...
She’d read more than a hundred of them and they were all kind of interchangeable, yet she got so excited whenever she found a new one she hadn’t read yet.
Just thinking about it made her sex flutter. After reading some of those books she and Greg had enjoyed some truly fantastic sex.
They certainly got her in the mood!
She sort of wished Greg was a bit more gruff, a bit more domineering... although she was the first to admit she wasn’t an easy woman to dominate!
Still Greg was who he was. He wasn’t exactly attentive, and he looked at other women a bit too often for her liking but she knew he cared about her.
So what if he didn’t pant after her like a puppy dog?
Kayleigh
applied another coat of lipstick and made a kissing motion at the mirror.
Perfect
. She patted her blonde hair and stepped back into the restaurant.
She immediately noticed that Greg was
noticeably staring at Melanie Ramirez’s ass. Kayleigh groaned, she was pissed at Greg but didn’t really want him to get hurt over it. She rushed over to the table.
Kayleigh
threw her purse down on the table making him jump. “Unless you want to get killed I’d advise you to stop ogling Melanie’s ass!” She said peevishly.
She inclined her head to the kitchen where Melanie’s mate, and wolf shifter, Hans was staring at him murderously.
Greg immediately paled and immediately began concentrating on the table in front of him.
Melanie was a fellow witch, for a time she had lived at the boarding house too and they had become friends. Melanie had moved out and started renting a house, not long after she had mated with Hans Lucas a member of the local wolf pack.
Melanie and Hans ran Pizza Moon together, she was the manager and waitressed while Hans was the chef. Hans had a very short fuse, even for a wolf, and didn’t take too kindly to anyone looking at his mate.
“I’m sorry.”
Mumbled Greg.
She rolled her eyes. “It’s fine, just please don’t look at Melanie like that again. She’s my best friend and I
do like having you all in one piece. Besides it’s not like I don’t look at other men...”
She was only human... sort of.
Greg lifted his head and raised his eyebrows at that. She giggled. “Oh come on! That can’t be such a surprise.”
Greg pouted and took both of her hands in his. “I don’t know how I feel about you looking at other men.”
Kayleigh
quirked a shapely eyebrow and curled her red lips. “Jealous?”
“Maybe a little.”
He admitted quietly.
Remembering his last girlfriend she felt a pang of sympathy. “You have nothing to be jealous of, I would never do anything.”
He beamed at her.
Kayleigh, for all her quirks, was loyal to a fault
. “You wouldn’t would you?”
“Of course not.”
She leaned over and gave him a lip-smacking kiss on his forehead. She chuckled at seeing the lipstick left behind and began rubbing it away with a red lacquered thumb.
He fished around in his jacket pocket for a few moments before pulling out a small velvet box. “Open it.” He said,
joy written all over his face.
She looked at him in confusion for a few seconds before doing a
s he said. She gasped. The box contained a ring. Not just any ring, a diamond engagement ring! She stared at it dumbfounded.
“Well? Will you marry me?” He asked, a little impatiently if truth be told.
Her first thought was, he’s proposing to me in a pizza parlour and he’s not even bothering to get down on one knee! The romantic part of her died a little at that. But after a few seconds of disappointment she started to get excited.
Her boyfriend was proposing!
The proposal wasn’t as wonderful as she had imagined it would be, not by a long shot, but that
didn’t matter.
She was getting married!
“Yes of course I will!”
She leaned across the table and planted a huge kiss on his lips. He grinned at her. She held out her hand waiting for him to slide the ring on. He continued grinning. After a few moments she sighed inwardly and eagerly did it herself.
“This is great!” She squealed. “I can’t wait to tell everyone.”
“Yeah we should probably wait...” His voice died away as
Kayleigh leapt to her feet ignoring him.
“Everyone, we just got engaged!”
The restaurant erupted into happy yelling and clapping. Greg quickly hid his look of annoyance and sheepishly accepted the congratulatory handshakes and backslaps. Kayleigh was enthusiastically hugging Melanie and showing off her ring.
Yep, she had a nice job, terrific friends and now she was getting married.
Life was good
.