No one remembers why, but every year on the same cold December night, the survivors of the ruined City of the Damned gather to celebrate a miracle that never happens...
When a wounded wolf appears outside the city's most popular nightclub, Sol, the tough doorman, rescues her from the violence of his patrons. He recognizes that the wolf is more than she seems. But then, so is Sol. A man of few words who hides his gift and his generosity, only he can unlock the wolf's lost humanity.
And as it turns out, the meeting of these two remarkable creatures is just one of the miracles of this Christmas night.
Praise for Christmas of the Damned
"My first impression of this work was wow... The author has sharp writing skills with a flare for unobtrusive description. Her dialogue and characterization are wonderful and she knows just how to capture her reader and pull them along... This is a very highly recommended read from an author to watch."
-- Cameron Foster, The Romance Studio
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Christmas Cookies: Christmas of the Damned
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Copyright ©2007 Marie Treanor
The wolf moved, trembling so much she could hardly walk. She sniffed the wall against which she had hidden. As if searching for clues. But the clues were in her mind, in a past long locked away. She didn't want to remember. She was hungry. That was all that mattered.
Limping badly, she made her way across the road. She hadn't got far before the nightclub door opened again, and a girl came out -- a beautiful redhead in a slinky dress, pulling the bouncer after her by his shirt.
"Shit, it's cold out here!" she gasped. "You'll have to warm me up! Quick!"
The bouncer pushed her back into the wall beside the door. His hands, big, strong-looking hands, roved across her hips and down her thighs, tugging at her skirt. With a gasp, the girl pulled down the neck of the dress herself, and he covered one naked breast with his hand, bending his head to the other.
The wolf stood frozen in the middle of the road. Human copulation. It wasn't the first time she'd seen it. It wasn't the first time she'd seen that particular male engaged in it. It wasn't even the first time she'd imagined those big, strong hands on her flesh instead, stroking her, caressing her while he fucked her.
Memory thundered in her head, making her whimper. Pain consumed her, fear and lust held her frozen in the middle of the road while the snow fell thickly on her coat and sprinkled around the man and the woman at the top of the stairs. The girl moaned as he ground his hips into her. His hands roamed under her dress, over her thighs and buttocks, lifting her leg over his hip. As he pushed his hand between their bodies, reaching for the fastening of his jeans, the girl was already crying out with impending climax, just from the rubbing of his crotch between her legs…
"Jesus Christ, what's that?"
The words stabbed into her and she spun around to confront a group of men.
"Dog," said one of them uncertainly.
"It's not a bloody dog! Look at it, it's a wolf. Weapons!"
The speaker held a sling in his hands, already threaded with a stone large enough to cause her injury. The pain receded. She was wolf.
One of the men objected. "This far into the city? It must be a lupi!"
"There are no other lupi out tonight. It's not the right time for the bloody werewolves. And even if she is…"
The man moved fast. He aimed for the wolf's head, but she ran at him and the sling-stone missed its intended target, instead hitting her on her already weak leg. Her jump for his throat failed. Instead, she head-butted him in the stomach with enough force to knock him backwards. She fell on top of him, snarling, but before she could reach his throat, the other men were on her from behind, trying to haul her off, to strangle and stab her, and she could only bite and snarl and twist her body, using every part of it as a weapon.
She didn't want to die like this, yet it would be a relief to give up at last, be at peace… If she could just kill one of them first.
The hands clutching at her throat disappeared abruptly, as though snatched away. An exclamation, a warning shout, some loud thuds and groans, and suddenly there was no one left for her to fight.
Her attackers were picking themselves up off the ground, muttering but not retaliating, and the wolf stared into the eyes of her savior. The bouncer.