The Vampire, the Witch, and the Werewolf: Chains of Silver
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by Louisa Bacio
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: Adopted at birth, Silver has a lot to learn about her biological family- like her brother Trevor, who she discovers is a werewolf, dating a witch and a vampire! Silver runs for help- she knows how evil and dangerous paranormal Others can be... doesn't she? But when danger threatens Silver and her vampire hunter friend, she must face her darkest fears and embrace who she really is!
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [230 KB]
Reading time: 144-202 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
"Someone's been looking for you," the caseworker said, her face devoid of expression. She held a file folder containing the secrets of Silver's life.
The world inside the adoption agency lacked color and vitality. Silver ached to snatch the innocent-looking manila folder from Minerva's hand, but she watched silently as the woman sifted through its contents.
"Here, it's all yours." The caseworker handed her the file.
Considering its importance to her, there wasn't too much inside her folder: a sad reflection of her unknown life. She reviewed a copy of her original birth certificate with her mother's name and the father's space left blank. At least she'd always celebrated the right birthday.
"As you can see, there was a notice of inquiry," Minerva explained. "That means someone wanted to contact you."
Inside was tucked a single sealed letter. The minute Silver picked up the envelope, her heart thudded. Warmth spread from the paper into her palm, as if she were somehow feeling the emotions of the person who had written the note.
The envelope felt thicker than a simple sheet of paper, as if it held something firmer. She slipped her finger under the seal and ripped it open. A photograph caught her eye first. A petite blond woman, pregnant, smiled into the camera. Laughter and love danced in her eyes, as she held out a hand as if to shoo away the shooter. Silver flipped the image over. On the back, someone had scrawled: "Gracie, our mom."
The implications sent her mind racing. Our. It meant there might be someone else out there. The other part of the our. Or, maybe she had more than one living relative.
Hands trembling, Silver unfolded the worn letter, as if the author had worried over its contents. She skimmed it to see the sender--a brother she never knew she had.
For so long, I have searched for you. Know that you were always loved, even though we may not have been together. I am hoping that once you're able, you'll contact me and we can get to know each other. There's so much to tell you about our family.
May you have had a joyful and loving childhood.
All my love,