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LOST and FOUND

A Werewolf Wars Novel by Author Bethany Shaw

LOST and FOUND

Is the fifth full length novel in the Werewolf Wars Series

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Here is a sneak peek at Lost and Found, Werewolf Wars #4, releasing 10/25.

Sarah snuggled further into the warm pillows, enjoying the heat of the heavy quilts. A steady thrum thumped beneath her ear. The sound was soothing, but she couldn’t quite place what it was. She moved her arm to hook it under her pillow.
Her digits froze as they skimmed over a fleshy, hard plain. Sarah jolted up, throwing the covers back.
The cool morning chill took her breath away. She wrapped her arms around herself and peered down at Vincent. He lay sleeping, his chest rising and falling in even breaths.
A few scars were scattered over his pecks, but, instead of taking away from his muscular torso, it made it more defined. He had a definitive six-pack and a small patch of dark hair trailed from his belly button and into the plaid pants he was wearing.
Wait! What? Why am I looking at him like that?
Averting her eyes, she surveyed the room. The bed was against the wall on her side, and the foot of the bed was positioned against the wall as well. If she wanted out, she would have to crawl over Vincent. Great!
Sarah bit her lip, and ran a hand through her gnarled golden locks.
Vincent rolled toward her, and his arm jutted out, wrapping around her hips as he buried his face into her side. Sarah froze, her breath catching in her throat. Oh my god! What is he doing?
“Stop stealing all the covers,” he murmured.
Sarah’s pulse roared in her ears as she sat unmoving. After a long moment, she heard the quiet whistling of Vincent’s snore. He was asleep. Carefully, she placed her hand over his, slowly lifting his fingers so she could wiggle out of his grasp. Once free, she stood up on her side, set his arm on the bed, and tossed the covers back over him. She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. Praying that he wouldn’t wake up, Sarah skimmed her foot over the covers, placing it on the other side of Vincent. Sarah lifted her other foot. She was almost there she just needed to get down. A part of her wanted to stay in bed and go back to sleep in his comforting embrace. But the other part, found it unnerving that she had slept like that with him at all.
Vincent’s hand shot out from under the blankets, catching her ankle in midair. A scream bubbled up her throat as she lost her balance. She landed on Vincent’s lap. His hand latched onto her hip as he rose up. She screeched as he rolled her to her back, pressing his forearm onto her throat. Sarah gasped and struggled beneath his weight.
“Sarah?” Vincent asked confused, instantly moving his arm. He shot up, straddling her as his eyes widened with horror.
She closed her eyes as she coughed.
“God, I’m sorry. I sensed movement over me. I…”
“I was trying to get out of bed. I didn’t want to wake you,” she blurted, staring up into his emerald eyes.
“I didn’t even think to check. Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyes glancing over her.
“I’m okay,” she assured. “It could have been someone else.” And it could have been. At least he was prepared and on alert, even when he was resting.
Vincent stiffened over her and cleared his throat. Heat crept over her face, burning all the way to her ears as she realized their position. He was nestled between her thighs, his chest pressed against hers with his face mere inches away.
“Sorry,” he said as he peeled himself off of her. He got out of bed and walked to the fire, grumbling something under his breath. Vincent picked up the poker and jabbed at the ashes.
Sarah lay back into the pillows for a moment. Her body was on fire and butterflies fluttered through her belly. Her body had reacted to him and that scared her.
“Our clothes are dry,” Vincent said as he checked the clothesline that hung next to the fire. He slipped his green shirt on. “And we still have berries. Breakfast?” He turned to her with the wooden bowl of fruit in hand.
Sarah gulped, her eyes inadvertently dipping down to take in his torso again. Realizing she was checking him out, she snapped her eyes up to his. She needed to get out of this house. “Sounds good. Then let’s go for that walk. You can show me what you found.”

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