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Blurb:
L'Auberge Pipistrelli
St Pierre sur Clure
Alpes Maritimes.
Nice 30 km, Grasse 15km.
Comfortable accommodations in a restored country manor house and surrounding cottages. Every luxury assured. The management is committed to meeting the guests' every need -- no matter what it takes.
Maria is now head chef of the Auberge, and very content with her vampire lover, Acelin. Life is close to perfect -- until Elaine Vargas returns to L'Auberge Pipistrelli and Luc faces the quandary of his life -- can love and passion override deep seated and intense prejudice? Is there any hope for a lasting relationship between a lupo mannaro and a loup garou?
L'Auberge Pipistrelli -- The Inn of the Vampires... owned and operated by werewolves.
Excerpt:
L'Auberge Pipistrelli: Pleasure a la Carte
Madeleine Oh
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Madeleine Oh
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Luc Mannaro stared at the computer screen in disbelief. After months of near silence (a few exchanged e-mails didn't count) Elaine was coming back. Not just coming back to stay at L'Auberge Pipistrelli, but coming back for the full moon. That meant she planned on running with them, as her wolf.
Given as she'd saved his lupine hide last time she'd shared the hills with him, he couldn't complain. Besides, he had a connection with Elaine Vargas that had him thinking of her as a potential mate.
But -- and this was a stumbling block of major proportions -- how on earth could he even consider taking a loup garou as a mate, when Marcel and he had exiled Maria for the very same reason?
She'd been nineteen and far too young to mate anyway, but the idea of one of their ancient lupo mannaro lineage consorting with a mere loup garou had sent both Marcel and him into a flat panic.
It was close to impossible, but now he was considering the same possibility.
Maria would flip her lid. After she savaged him. He knew he could hold his own against her, but she'd grown into a strong and fierce wolf. She wouldn't let him get away unmarked. Ever.
"You're looking very pensive," the woman of his thoughts -- at least the sibling oriented ones -- said from the doorway. "Something wrong?"
"Just looking at the new bookings. There's a guest returning. I think she was one of your recommendations. Elaine Vargas."
Maria smiled and came to lean over his shoulder and look at the computer. "Did she enjoy her stay? She mentioned she was coming here but I never heard from her afterward."
Just as well. The last thing he needed was to be the subject of girl talk. "Seems she did enjoy herself." And him, although the pleasure was mutual. "She's coming back."
"Good! I'd love to see her again." Maria started to leave and he let out a breath. Too soon, she turned back and gave him a really wicked grin. "Which of you two entertained her? Or did you make it a threesome?"
"For crying out loud, Maria! What do you think we are?"
Her raucous laugh was totally unnecessary. "I think, dear brother, that the pair of you do everything in your power to send guests away satisfied. So, who took care of Elaine?"
She wasn't going to give up. "I did."
The laugh wasn't raucous this time, it was downright mischievous, with a sneaky little bit of dirty. "Good. She was pleased about everything? You were okay?"
He let out a low growl. The way she leaned on the doorjamb suggested she wasn't going anywhere for a while. He might as well tell her.
Better him than Marcel.
"She went home happy, very happy I hope, and you might as well know, she saved me after I got caught in a trap. An illegal trap, I hasten to add. She got me free and drove Marcel and me home on her back seat. If you'd mentioned she was a shifter, it would have been thoughtful."
Maria shrugged. "If I had mentioned she was loup garou, I bet you'd have been full that weekend."
True.
"So?" she asked.
"So what?"
"What did you think of her, aside from her reprehensible bloodlines, of course?"
That was a very, very pointed dig. Understandable, he supposed, but had they used those very same words?
"Maria, did we really hurt you so much? We thought it was just calf love and he wasn't the right sort for you. What did you say he did for a living? Run a body shop? You have the heritage of the Mannaros in your blood."
"Oh, Luc, honestly!" She turned and walked away. Or rather strode away, her heels clicking on the marble floor.
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