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Rare and never-before published short stories featuring fan favorites from the New York Times bestselling series
It’s been more than ten years since Kelley Armstrong began the Otherworld series and drew legions of fans to a realm roamed by witches, werewolves, necromancers, vampires, and half-demons. Many of the novels have become bestselling favorites, but not all of the Otherworld adventures have been easy to find. At last, Otherworld Nights shares short stories that have previously been available only online or in obscure collections. Fans have long been clamoring for this anthology and they won’t be disappointed—they’ll find plenty of surprises are in store.
too new and a little too raw, sensing danger where none existed. Whatever it was, I breathed easier when we finally headed inside. Next on the kids’ agenda was quiet time, when we were all supposed to enjoy private pursuits. So we set them up in the family room with their hobby bags—books, games, and other activities—and announced that we were taking a shower. Together. Kate sighed. “Are there water problems here, too?” “We aren’t sure yet,” I said. “But we are on a well system, just like at
My back hit the wall hard enough to leave me wincing at the bang. “Loud pipes,” he murmured. “Uh-huh. You just better hope they don’t come running to investigate.” “That’s okay. I’ll be done before they get here.” I laughed and wrapped my fingers in his curls, pulling him in for a deep, hungry kiss that served for ten seconds of foreplay before he was inside me. I wasn’t complaining. It felt so damned good. Like he’d been gone two months instead of two weeks. The feel of him. The smell of
kid who’d been failing. I could tell him that. Be supportive and encouraging. But I’d seen Clay with him and I’d seen what worked. “Do you want to go to college?” I said. “I don’t know.” “Well, that’s up to you. If you want it, you’re going to need to work for it. You’re right. Becoming a cop wouldn’t be easy. We’d have to fix your background to withstand security checks. You’re a little small, so you’d need to really bump up your workouts with Antonio. He’s not a big guy, either, but he’s
my hand in his shirtfront and pulled him down in front of the fire. We lay in front of the fire, naked, legs entwined as we ate gingerbread cookies and drank hot chocolate from the thermos I’d brought in earlier. “This feels familiar,” he said. I smiled. “It does.” “Twenty years.” I bit back a sleepy yawn. “Hmm?” “Twenty years since our first Christmas.” “Twenty? No, it can’t be…” I calculated. “Shit. It is.” Twenty years since our first Christmas together. Twenty years since we’d been
front of the wrong person. I’ve certainly done it before.” “Not as bad as that one.” “Only for lack of opportunity. With each other, it’s fine, but we need to pretend the rest of the world is Paige. You know if you said that to her, you’d get a stern look.” “Even if she secretly agrees with the sentiment?” A snorted laugh. “Yeah. Okay. Bad example. But we’ll fix this. Paige and Lucas are meeting us. Everything will be fine.” Adam and I watched Paige zip her Prius into a parking spot a block