Friday, April 09, 2010

L'Auberge Pipistrelli: Scented Nights by Madeleine Oh

L'Auberge Pipistrelli: Scented Nights by 
Madeleine  Oh

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L'Auberge Pipistrelli: Scented Nights

by Madeleine Oh
cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-314-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Guilty Pleasures
Theme(s): Bisexual and More, Vampires, Werewolves
Series: L'Auberge Pipistrelli
Length: Novella

L'Auberge Pipistrelli
St Pierre sur Clure
Alpes Maritmes.
Nice 30 km, Grasse 15km.

Comfortable accommodation in a restored country manor house and surrounding cottages. Every luxury is assured and the management is committed to meeting the guests' every need -- no matter what it takes.

Spring comes to L'Auberge Pipistrelli, and so does Elaine Vargas, at the urging of her friend, Lucia Mannaro. As a mature werewolf, Elaine needs a mate, Lucia thinks one or the other of her brothers might just suit. Once Elaine meets Luc, their lives will never be the same.
L'Auberge Pipistrelli: Scented Nights
Madeleine Oh
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Copyright ©2010 Madeleine Oh

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Marcel Mannaro looked around the newly renovated suite. "Mouton always does a splendid job."
"He should," his brother Luc replied, "for what we pay him." But he had to agree, Marcel was right. From a cavernous area (once a washhouse, but that the guests need never know), Mouton had created sleeping and sitting areas, the latter with a small patio and a view across the valley, and made room for a bathroom of sybaritic luxury complete with a whirlpool tub.
Luc had plans for that tub, the bedroom and the secluded patio with the newly planted lavender hedge.
"Perfect. In fact," Marcel went on. "I might just reserve it now for when Claire comes back next."
"When's she coming? It's already booked."
"When did that happen?"
Oh, my, he was put out. "Last month. A Mademoiselle Vargas. She'd booked earlier and changed the dates. She had reserved the Antibes suite but when I mentioned we had another, recently refurbished, with a view over the valley," (and a few other amenities) "she decided to take that instead." He'd swear Marcel growled, and it wasn't even full moon yet. So what? The newly renovated suite would be perfect for Mademoiselle Vargas.
"Going to take her, are you?"
Luc shrugged. "I will provide the services for which L'Auberge Pipistrelli is justly famous."
"I bet you will."
"Come, now, brother. You have your share of the guests and an exclusive on the delectable Mademoiselle Leroux." Marcel was in a right snit and all because he didn't get first go on that impressive carved bed.
"Who's to say this Mademoiselle Vargas isn't seventy-five and has a mustache?"
At that Luc laughed. He'd done a little research of his own. Most interesting was that Lucia had recommended the auberge. Seemed Mademoiselle Vargas met their sister in America. Lucia seemed to be making the best of her time there.
The brothers walked back across the paved courtyard toward the main house. "What else has to be done today?" Marcel asked. The auberge was empty but guests were expected at the weekend.
"There's that cousin of Paul's who's looking for a job," Luc replied, "and one of us needs to drive over to Vence and talk to the cheese-monger."
"I'll interview the cousin." Marcel sounded downright excited. No point in mentioning their breakfast cook's cousin, if not quite in her dotage, was well into middle age.
"Fair enough. She's looking for work as a laundry maid and I thought it would save on sending it out and be more reliable."
"Hard work for a young woman and rough on the hands."
Luc smiled. Marcel might be in for a surprise. "You talk to her and see what you think. Paul said she really needs the job. I'll go and see what Jules and Alain have for us."
Marcel went to get ready to interview Paul's cousin and Luc headed for the car and drove off down the hill. Might as well stay away all day and give Marcel time to get over his disappointment. Paul's cousin, Arlette, was a good woman and, by all accounts, a hard worker, but not the sort to inspire raging lust in his younger brother. Do him good to have to contain himself.

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