Broken Wheel Wolves: Boxed Set (The Complete Collection, Books 1-6) (Werewolf Romance - Paranormal Romance) by Melissa F. Hart

Author:Melissa F. Hart
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: werewolf romance, werewolf box set, werewolf shifter romance, werewolf alpha romance, werewolf romance box sets, werewolf erotic romance, werewolf paranormal romance

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Jade yawned as she rolled over, suddenly sensing the emptiness of the bed. The sheets were cool to the touch where Conall had been, and a kind of panicked feeling rolled through her.

Throwing on her robe, she called his name as she stumbled through the house, but every room was empty. Dejected, she sat down at her kitchen table, and found there, on a piece of paper, the short note he had written, “Beautiful Jade—I’m sorry. The wolves were calling.”

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“Jade!”

Sheriff Wilson Page’s raspy baritone bounced off the faded red brick walls of the Broken Wheel Sheriff’s Department.

“I’m right here, Wilson.” Jade spun her desk chair in the direction of Wilson’s open door, knowing he had probably noticed she was spending a lot of time staring out the window. She should be pleased. Everything seemed to be returning to normal. Carson was out of the hospital and happy as a clam that Harlan was engaged and getting ready to settle down. Nicolette was now editor of the Broken Wheel Gazette, and busy planning a wedding with her mom, Peggie, in which Jade would be the maid of honor. Jim Lassiter and Jeffrey Loggans aka “Nate Vanderville” had been transferred to Federal custody while they awaited trial, and the W.O.L.F. group dissolved with the revelation of Vanderville’s true identity. Boomer dynamited the old mine to permanently close it off. And Biggie and Frank seemed—at least temporarily—off the hook and staying out of trouble. The one person unaccounted for was the one Jade most cared about: Conall O’Faolán. Just her luck, Jade thought. She has the most amazing experience of her life with the man of her dreams and then he just goes “poof!” What was it Conall had said, “luck of the Irish”? Perhaps, Jade thought, the saying should be “The luck with the Irish”, which seemed to be no luck at all.

“Mrs. Dean’s mailbox is down again,” Wilson sighed.

“Good lord, Wilson, I’m going home to get a posthole digger. Can I charge a bag of concrete mix to the department? It’ll be cheaper than sending one of us every time some sixteen-year old hooligan knocks it down. They only do it ’cause they know it gets a rise out of her.”

Wilson chuckled and extracted a $5 bill from his wallet. “Here, that ought to be enough for a sixty pound bag of quick cement at Earl’s Hardware. Take Tim, he’s bored. Just don't tell anybody that the Broken Wheel Sheriff’s Department is in the business of sinking mailbox posts or we’ll be overrun!”

A couple of stops later, Jade and Tim pulled up at Mrs. Dean’s house on County Road 19. Sure enough, her aluminum mailbox was on its side. The box itself was covered in dents that had been painstakingly hammered out. Tim picked up the box, inspecting it. “Mrs. Dean should just get a PO Box at the post office in town, don’t you think?”

“Too cheap to pay rent,” Jade smiled, “But I’m heck on a posthole digger! Wanna mix up the cement?”

The pair of deputies industriously set about repairing the mailbox.

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