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Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica/Romance
Description: DANCES WITH WOLVES by Mandy Monroe(Paranormal Romance) Jada was leery about the wild sexual orgy party her best friend invited her to--and that was before she discovered all the guests, except her, were werewolves! Sensuality: CARNAL
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2010
Filament eBookStore Release Date: August 2010

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [231 KB]
Words: 54665
Reading time: 156-218 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

Chapter One

"No!" Jada yelled in frustration as the stench of burning toast filled her small kitchen. Rushing to the toaster, she popped the bread out and stared at the blackened bread with disgust. "Dammit!"

Flinching as the hot toast burnt her fingertips, she played handball with the two pieces and finally threw them down on the counter. Shaking her head, Jada scrunched her face in distaste as she scraped the black off her bread, but she hated waste and refused to throw her battered breakfast away. When she was done, she buttered it before taking a hesitant bite. Quickly brewing a cup of tea, she sipped at the drink to stop the indigestion from the butter she could feel licking its way around her chest before heading over to the small Juliet balcony that was the main feature of her apartment. The feature was the only thing that had sold her on the damned place. It was in the wrong area to be convenient for work. It was surrounded by married couples and families, and her friends all lived miles away from the place. But she'd loved the balcony on first sight, and, like the impulsive idiot she was, that had been that.

She leaned over the railing and sighed down at the sight of all the happy families enjoying the first day of their weekend. She wasn't jealous, not really, more resigned to the fact that she would never be a part of those happy trios and quartets she saw below in the gardens of her street. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, thrust the twinge of pain away and continued to drink her tea and people watch. She had never really fit in on this street and never would unless she had both a man and a baby backing her. To the married mothers, she wasn't an advantageous friend to have because she was both a threat and useless. She'd found out early on that they maintained the belief that every single woman was after their beloved husband, and she couldn't be useful enough to be called upon to baby sit in times of urgency.

It was a very isolated life she led in this building, one that reminded her of her infertility on what seemed like an hourly basis. But somehow, even though she'd had many an opportunity to move, she liked her apartment. She liked living here, despite the constant reminder of what troubled her most in life, which was why she'd stayed where she was for the past three years.

Maybe she was just a glutton for punishment?

Draining her cup of tea, she returned to the kitchen to leave it in the sink and headed to her front door where she'd left the mail from the day before on the entry hall table. Sorting through the usual bills and junk, she quirked a brow in surprise at a thick envelope. She was quick to note that the stationary was very expensive and looked at the handwriting on the front of it. Smiling, she realized who the sender was. She glanced at the rest of the unimportant mail, discarded it on the table, and returned to her balcony to read the unusual letter.

Jada opened the letter slowly, excited. She never got mail unless it was a bill or junk. And this mail was special, she'd known from the handwriting that it was from her old friend Larissa. She read both the invitation and the cover letter. Shaking her head in exasperation, she couldn't help but smile as she read her friend's informal words which were in direct contrast with the formal, over the top invitation. Larissa lived in la-la land most of the time, cushioned by her father's wealth and love and now her husband's, but she was a lovely woman and a wonderful friend. It had saddened her greatly when Larissa had decided to leave America for good to marry and settle in the land of her ancestors, Scotland. That had been over two years ago and still she missed her.

With a grin, she scanned the invitation again. A thrill of excitement washed over her as she fingered the lush envelope.

I, Larissa Montgomery, cordially invite Jada Smith to a masquerade . . .

There was something very child-like about Larissa, always playful and teasing. It was a quality that Jada had always enjoyed and now missed very much. Fortunately, getting hitched hadn't changed her friend one little bit. But she hadn't realized until this moment how large a gap Larissa had left in her life. Sure they still spoke on the phone and by email. Only last week they'd been instant messaging each other, but it just wasn't the same.

She reached for the phone hanging nearby on the wall of her kitchen and then perched her butt on the railing of the balcony and dialed her friend's number.

"Jada!" Larissa exclaimed, unable to conceal her excitement.

Jada couldn't help but smile as she replied, "Lari! I just got your invite. What's all this about? Why so formal?" she teased.

"Well, as you read already, it's a masquerade. That means I have to be formal!" she answered in exasperation at her friends questioning.

Evidently that was explanation enough. Jada shook her head at her friends reasoning. She'd figured out long ago that some things only made sense to Larissa. "Ah," she acquiesced, "but just how eccentric is this going to be? If I know you, which I do, you didn't tell me everything in your letter. What's really going to be happening at this masquerade you have planned?"