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    A Werewolf Christmas
    A Werewolf Christmas
    A Werewolf Christmas
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    A Werewolf Christmas

    By C.M. Stunich

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    A young adult paranormal romance from bestselling author C.M. Stunich...

    Sylvia's parents have just dropped a bomb on her.
    A big one.
    A colossal one.

    When they told her she could open an early Christmas present, she never expected ears and a tail, especially not connected to her person. Sylvia is just fine with being boring, thank you very much, and she would certainly prefer not to spend Christmas howling at the moon.

    With the most important date of her life tied to the holiday, Sylvia's going to have to decide if she should tell her high school sweetheart the truth: I'm a werewolf.

    ***A WEREWOLF CHRISTMAS is a 24,000 word novella from International Bestselling Author C.M. Stunich. This is a fun, campy young adult romance with a paranormal twist and a whole lot of Christmas cheer. Plus, it has a happy ending and can be read all by itself for a complete story or continued with A WEREWOLF NEW YEAR'S.

    ALSO BY C.M. STUNICH (and her pen name, Violet Blaze)
    -Real Ugly (FREE! A Rockstar Romance)

    "A WEREWOLF CHRISTMAS" EXCERPT

    “Sylvia, on Christmas Day, when the sun goes down, when the moon is full—”
    “I'm going to turn into a werewolf and howl at the moon?” I joked. Both of my parents stared at me like I was nuts. But not in the way that you might think. They weren't giving me a look that said I was being silly or rude or anything of the sort. They were looking at me like I'd guessed right. That was the strangest part of it all. “Um, hello?” I asked as they continued to stare in silence. Without another word, my mother stood up and unbuttoned her skirt. “Mom?” She dropped it to the floor. I continued to wait, expecting some kind of explanation. Was this a joke? It had to be, right? It had to be. Had to be. Had to ...
    My mom slipped off her camisole, and I wrinkled my nose as I caught sight of her lacy bra. Nasty. Mom wears lingerie? That is just gross. When she started to take that off, too, I looked away and stared at the pile of presents like they were the only things in the room. I had to think that way, you know, or I'd be scarred for life, too.
    “Sylvia,” my mother said, but I wouldn't look at her. I didn't want to see my mom naked. For any reason. “Look at me!” Her voice was garbled, low and deep, not like her at all. I snapped my attention back to my mother and found ... something. A melding, shifting, shaking mass of skin and fur and all sorts of craziness.
    I screamed.
    “Sylvia,” my father soothed as I scrambled back across the white carpet and slammed into the Christmas tree. A shiny, red bulb fell right off the branch and smacked me in the head. I hardly noticed. My mother was melting, growling and changing into a monster right before my eyes. It was unbelievable.
    I kept screaming.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherC.M. Stunich
    Release dateJan 8, 2013
    ISBN9781938623356
    A Werewolf Christmas
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    C.M. Stunich

    C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn't mind - especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them everyday, C.M. has decided to have herself committed. She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she's not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She's the author of over forty novels - romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There's a heck of a lot to do there. Oh, and Caitlin loves to chat (incessantly), so feel free to e-mail her, send her a Facebook message, or put up smoke signals. She's already looking forward to it. ? ☠? KEEP UP WITH ALL THE FUN ... AND EARN SOME FREE BOOKS! ?☠? JOIN THE C.M. STUNICH NEWSLETTER – Get three free books just for signing up ❥ http://eepurl.com/DEsEf TWEET ME ON TWITTER, BABE – Come sing the social media song with me ❥ https://twitter.com/CMStunich LOVE YA SOME SNAPCHAT? – Want to receive your news hot, current, and quick? Get exclusive Snaps from live book signings and see what I'm working on before anyone else does ❥ add me by searching for cmstunich or C.M. Stunich LISTEN TO MY BOOK PLAYLISTS – Share your fave music with me and I'll give you my playlists (I'm super active on here!) ❥ https://open.spotify.com/user/CMStunich FRIEND ME ON FACEBOOK – Okay, I'm actually at the 5,000 friend limit, but if you click the "follow" button on my profile page (vs this one), you'll see way more of my killer posts ❥ https://facebook.com/cmstunich LIKE ME ON FACEBOOK – The more, the merrier! Please hop on over and give me a little love ❥ https://facebook.com/cmstunichauthor & https://facebook.com/violetblazeauthor CHECK OUT THE NEW SITE – TBA (under construction) but it looks kick-a$$ so far, right? You'll be able to order signed books here very soon ❥ http://www.cmstunich.com READ VIOLET BLAZE – Read the books from my hot as hellfire pen name, Violet Blaze ❥ http://www.violetblazebooks.com SUBSCRIBE TO MY RSS FEED – Press that little orange button in the corner and copy that RSS feed so you can get all the latest updates ❥ http://www.cmstunich.com/blog AMAZON, BABY – If you click the follow button here, you'll get an email each time I put out a new book. Pretty sweet, huh? ❥ http://amazon.com/author/cmstunich & http://amazon.com/author/violetblaze PINTEREST – Lots of hot half-naked men. Oh, and half-naked men. Plus, tattooed guys holding babies (who are half-naked) ❥ http://pinterest.com/cmstunich INSTAGRAM – Cute cat pictures. And half-naked guys. Yep, that again. ❥ http://instagram.com/cmstunich GRAB A SMOKIN' HOT READ – Check out my books, grab one or two or five. Fall in love over and over again. Satisfaction guaranteed, baby. ;) AMAZON ❥ http://amazon.com/author/cmstunich B&N ❥ http://tinyurl.com/cmbarnes iTUNES ❥ http://tinyurl.com/cmitunesbooks GOOGLE PLAY ❥ http://tinyurl.com/cmgoogle KOBO ❥ http://tinyurl.com/cmkobobooks VIOLET BLAZE ❥ http://amazon.com/author/violetblaze P.S. I heart the f*ck out of you! Thanks for reading! I love your faces.

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      A Werewolf Christmas - C.M. Stunich

      I'll be on all fours howling at the moon while you're eating sweet potatoes with marshmallows and sipping spiked eggnog.

      A Werewolf Christmas © C.M. Stunich 2012

      Smashwords Edition

      A Werewolf New Year's © C.M. Stunich 2016

      DeadBorn © C.M. Stunich 2012

      The Feed © C.M. Stunich 2012

      Crushing Summer © C.M. Stunich 2013

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

      For information address Sarian Royal Indie Publishing, 89365 Old Mohawk Rd, Springfield, OR 97478.

      www.sarianroyal.com

      ISBN-10: 1938623355 (eBook)

      ISBN-13: 978-1-938623-35-6 (eBook)

      Cover art and design © Amanda Carroll and Sarian Royal

      Optimus Princeps Font © Manfred Klein

      Dead Seceratery Font © Andrew Heart

      The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, businesses, or locales is coincidental and is not intended by the author.

      to my readers,

      without whom these words would be just letters on a page.

      thanks for giving them your magic.

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      Head to www.cmstunich.com for more info!

      Dear Reader,

      Thank you for picking up your copy of A Werewolf Christmas! You're holding a young adult paranormal romance like no other in your hands. This story originally started off as a stand-alone short and can still be read by itself for a satisfying conclusion, but if you enjoy Syvlia, Josiah, and their families, their story continues in A Werewolf New Year's. If there's anything better than werewolves and Christmas trees, it's werewolves, champagne, and fireworks. ;) After you're done reading, if you have a spare moment, could you leave a review? And then come and visit me on my website at www.cmstunich.com. You can also find me on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest.

      Happy holidays!

      Love,

      C.M. Stunich

      I knew as soon as I opened the box that it was going to be bad.

      It's empty, I said, recalling with horrifying clarity my fifteenth birthday. The empty package I'd received then had been a precursor to a long and horrible discussion about puberty and the teenage body. Gross. I should've known that when they told me I could open an early Christmas gift that I was in trouble. I looked up and noticed that my mom was taking off her shirt. What the heck are you doing? I asked as I turned away and tried to focus on the tree and the twinkling red and green lights.

      Honey, maybe we shouldn't jump into this so quickly, my father said as he adjusted his glasses and cast a suspicious glance at the mini blinds. They were closed which was strange enough since it was sunny and bright outside, the first beautiful day we'd had in a while. The snow was pure and white, still hours away from defilement. As soon as my brothers woke up, the whole winter wonderland bit was going out the window. They're monsters I tell you, monsters.

      Okay, this is seriously giving me the worst case of déjà vu ever. What the heck is going on? I kept my face averted and watched as my mother's blouse came crashing to the floor in a silken pool. This better not be one of those weird, new age experiments where you try to show me that my body's beautiful by flashing yours. Just so you're aware, I think that's freaking nuts.

      Listen Sylvia, my mother said as she put her hands on her hips and stared down at me. I glanced up at her and saw that she was still wearing a white camisole. Thank god. Your father and I have something to tell you that you might not like. She paused and the two of them exchanged a worried look that spoke volumes. Whatever they were going to say, I wasn't just going to not like, I was going to hate. Boarding school? No, too cliché. They've finally decided that Trevor and Chase are demons sent from the fiery depths of the earth to torture me? Nope, they're blinded by those cute little faces. Maybe …

      You're getting a divorce, I said as I shook my head. That had to be it. What else was there? I knew it. My mother frowned and pulled her brunette curls into a ponytail. Her amber eyes were locked on mine and in them, I saw fear. Not primal, animalistic terror, nothing as creepy as that. I think it was fear of rejection. It was an odd emotion to see on my mother's normally confident face.

      No … she said and then frowned. Why would you think that? I ignored her question and threw out another guess. If I distracted them long enough, maybe I could get out of this alive. My grandmother was due over at any minute and much as I disliked spending time with her, I would welcome her visit for the distraction it would bring.

      Having a new baby?

      No, Sylvia, honey … She looked down at my father and wrinkled her nose.

      Sweetheart, he began as I put the empty box down and turned so that my back was to the tree. If they were throwing around terms of endearment like that, it was even worse than I'd first thought. You do know that there's going to be a full moon on Christmas this year?

      I shrugged.

      I guess. Who cares?

      My father swallowed nervously, Adam's apple bobbing up and down his slender throat.

      Well, your mother has a special condition …

      "We, she corrected as she slid her eyes over to him and then back to me. Have a special condition."

      That's right, he said as he sat up straighter and adjusted his khaki suit jacket. He always dressed up for my grandmother whether he wanted to or not. She wouldn't accept things any other way. One time, she'd come to visit and found him shirtless and in a pair of pj pants. Granted, she was six hours early, but that hadn't mattered. She'd turned right around, jumped in a cab and flown all the way back to Florida. Hope that happens again, I thought bitterly. Good riddance. As long as she comes in, causes a scene, and frees me from this mess. Maybe I can sneak out the back door while she's yelling at them? This … condition is something that's passed from woman to woman along your mother's side, and it's … it's …

      Chromosomal? I asked, trying to be funny. Nobody laughed. I crossed my legs and leaned forward, waiting for the bomb to drop. They seemed intent on dragging the torture out for as long as possible.

      Not exactly, my mother said, no signs of a smile hovering anywhere around her lips. She was dead serious. She paused as a thump sounded from upstairs.

      That's just Chase, I said casually. He falls off the bed sometimes. Don't worry, he won't wake up. My brother was special like that. Did I also mention that he slept on the top bunk? He was a heavy sleeper. Neither of my parents commented, very aware of their son's unusual talents.

      But it has been passed from mother to daughter in our family since the beginning of time. I snorted, but my mother cast me a glare that nobody else could match. She and I both had these orange-yellow eyes that intensified our stare, made us seem supernatural somehow. It even worked on the bullies at school. People had stopped bothering me after the seventh grade which was good because I didn't like attention, good or bad. I just wanted to blend in, be like everybody else. As long as I had my family and my boyfriend, Josiah, I was happy.

      Josiah, I thought with a contented sigh. My mother narrowed her eyes on me which took the look to a whole new level. I straightened up quickly and tried to pay attention.

      One day, when they're old enough, I'll have this talk with your brothers. There's a slim chance they could pass it on to their daughters, too, she said and then swallowed. Or possibly their partners.

      Huh? I asked, getting this squirmy feeling in the pit of my stomach. The gross factor was really starting to amp up. Is this like an STD or something? Is this syphilis? Do I have congenital syphilis?

      Oh goodness no! my mother yelled, hand flying to her chest. Her face was pink tinged now, but not nearly as red as my father's. With his pale skin and brown hair, he looked like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Appropriate, considering the holiday season. How could you even say that? she whispered as she sat down hard on the edge of the couch.

      Then what the heck are you talking about? I asked as I slapped my hands on the knees of my blue flannel pants with the snowflakes. I was all about the Christmas season this year. I had underwear with pine trees on them, socks with Frosty the Snowman, and a robe with red and green stripes. I would never let Josiah know that though. When I saw him, I was going to be wearing my white parka with the black faux fur accents, my black ski pants, and my new white boots with the fuzzy pom poms.

      Sylvia, my mother began as she untucked her camisole from her skirt. I had thought the stripping was over, but I guess I was wrong. Mom kicked off her heels and continued talking. This condition, it isn't a disease per se.

      Per se? I asked as I looked over at my dad. He was glancing at the mini blinds again. What was he expecting to see? We lived on the dullest street in the dullest city in the dullest state. There were no stalkers out there, no peeping toms, no gremlins.

      In fact, my father said as he and my mom shared a secret smile, and I stuck my tongue out. I like to think of it as a special gift. I pointed at them both and narrowed my eyes. The famous Noe Family amber

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