Phoenix and the Wolf
By Bianca D'Arc
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Diana doesn’t understand what’s happening to her. She feels drawn to the sun and dreams of flying under her own power, but her commitments in the real world—and the grandmother who depends on her—keep her grounded. Then her car breaks down in front of a high-end repair yard and she meets a man who makes her want to forget all her responsibilities and take a walk on the wild side...with him.
Stone’s enchanted by the redheaded damsel. He’s charmed by the way she talks to her grandma on the phone. And he’s totally ensnared by the idea that she might actually be his mate. But there’s something about her... Something intensely magical and a bit too familiar. Could she be another of the near-mythical phoenix shifters? Or is she something else entirely?
Bianca D'Arc
Bianca D’Arc lives on Long Island, in New York. She is the daughter of a Dutch immigrant to the U.S. and a materials scientist who worked on America's space program, including such projects as the lunar module, space shuttle and most of the Apollo missions. She earned a university degree in chemistry, and later, graduate degrees in library science and law. Forsaking the corporate world soon after the terrible events of 9/11/01, she began her writing career in earnest in late 2005. She focuses on the paranormal, sci fi and fantasy genres of romance, and loves creating happy-ever-afters for her characters.
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Phoenix and the Wolf - Bianca D'Arc
Tales of the Were ~ Lick of Fire
Phoenix and the Wolf
by
Bianca D’Arc
Copyright © 2018 Bianca D’Arc
Hawk Publishing, LLC
New York
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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Diana doesn’t understand what’s happening to her. She feels drawn to the sun and dreams of flying under her own power, but her commitments in the real world—and the grandmother who depends on her—keep her grounded. Then her car breaks down in front of a high-end repair yard and she meets a man who makes her want to forget all her responsibilities and take a walk on the wild side...with him.
Stone’s enchanted by the redheaded damsel. He’s charmed by the way she talks to her grandma on the phone. And he’s totally ensnared by the idea that she might actually be his mate. But there’s something about her... Something intensely magical and a bit too familiar. Could she be another of the near-mythical phoenix shifters? Or is she something else entirely?
DEDICATION
I’d like to dedicate this book to Oma, who I lost more than three decades ago. I would’ve liked to have had more time with her to get to know her as an adult and learn from her wisdom. I’m not one for lots of photos, but I keep a photo of her on my desk, right next to my computer screen, along with a series of snapshots of my mother and I, when I was little. I have a few of my dad as well, but that’s it. Oma was a big influence on my life, even though I only knew her for a short time.
I’d also like to send special thanks to my editor, Jess, who fit this edit in right before she went on vacation. Now that’s dedication! Thanks, Jess, for the quick turnaround, and I promise to do better on timing with the next one.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
Excerpt from Phoenix and the Dragon
About the Author
Other Books by Bianca D’Arc
PROLOGUE
Diana felt the stirring of flame beneath her skin. Again. Something was calling to her. Something out in the desert. Something she didn’t understand and was afraid to acknowledge.
She had dabbled in Wicca as a teen, but the power that rose inside her now scared her. She was an adult and had put lucky charms and love potions behind her. So, why did she feel this strange calling to go out to the desert and…fly?
It just didn’t make sense, but something had changed in recent days. Some power had awoken and was causing a reaction down deep in her psyche—in her soul. It was as if she was finally waking up after a long sleep, though why she felt that way, she had no idea.
Diana needed answers, but she didn’t quite know how to go about getting them. She only knew that, somewhere out on the edge of town, she might find a clue. Now, the real question was, did she dare go after it?
CHAPTER ONE
Oma was having a good day, which meant Diana could go out and do some grocery shopping, leaving her grandmother on her own for a bit. She wasn’t completely alone, of course. Currently, Diana’s oma—the Dutch word meaning grandma—was having tea and cookies with her next-door neighbor. Oma had learned how to text recently and was sending images through of the petit fours and the pretty teapot her neighbor had chosen for the occasion.
Mrs. Peabody had emigrated from the United Kingdom about sixty years ago as a young bride, but she’d never left her British roots behind. Tea and cakes were served promptly at four each afternoon, and more often than not, Oma went over to join her friend for the occasion. Diana thought Oma was probably doing it so that Diana could leave and not worry about her grandmother being alone in the condo, but they never spoke of it.
Either way, if Diana had something that needed doing, she’d usually arrange it for the late afternoon. It was her me
time. It was an hour or so, away from the needs of her sole remaining family member, the grandmother who meant the world to Diana, and who encouraged her to go out and meet people her own age whenever possible.
They both knew Diana’s social life had been harshly curtailed by the need to be with her oma. Again, that was something they seldom spoke of, though Diana was well aware that her grandmother worried Diana would never meet her mate stuck in a condo all day with an old woman. Diana didn’t see a solution. Not without something drastic happening… And she certainly didn’t want that.
Oma was all she had left in the world. The only link to her past. To her family. And, since Diana’s mother and uncle—Oma’s only children—were both gone, Diana was the only family Oma had left, too.
Diana dreaded the day that Oma would leave her. Diana didn’t know what she’d do when that happened, but she’d have to move for a start. The condo community they lived in was for those aged fifty-five and over. When Oma died, Diana would have to move out, and she had no idea where to go.
Grim thoughts.
Diana shook them away and tried to concentrate on the here and now. She had errands to run, and they weren’t going to take care of themselves while she let anxiety run rampant through her brain.
Just as she had that thought, the engine of her old SUV sputtered. Sputtered…then died. Shit.
She reached into her purse for her cell phone, only to find the battery was dead. The old thing was holding a charge for shorter and shorter periods, but she hadn’t had time to get anything fixed. Her schedule was too full just trying to keep her grandmother going from day to day. Diana never had any time for herself lately. Not even enough time to go to the store and figure out if she needed a new battery or an entirely new phone. Darn it.
She looked around and realized she was on the outskirts of town, in an industrial area. She scanned the signs over the nearest businesses on the same side of the street. No help there unless she wanted a vacuum repaired or a new air conditioning unit. She turned to look at the other side of the street, and a chill went down her spine, despite the non-functional air system in her car. She was directly across the street from an auto repair shop.
At least, that’s what the sign that hung over the top of a metal gate said. She could see lots of cars inside the lot, and a few people in the distance. Though she’d never noticed this repair shop before, it looked like it was a big place that did a lot of business. She grabbed her purse and got out of her SUV, crossing the street and ducking into the yard.
She stopped short. First, the caliber of automobile in here was much higher than the domestic SUV she’d bought used a few years ago. Could she even afford to have this shop look at her car? She looked around again, recognizing the luxury names of sports cars she’d never even seen in person before.
Yeah. She probably couldn’t afford this place. But maybe she could use their phone, at least.
The other reason she’d stopped in the entrance to the yard was the weird vibe coming from the place. She couldn’t quite place what was different, but something definitely had her spidey senses tingling. Or, maybe, it was just the six-figure cars intimidating her as they sat silent, awaiting attention, all over the place. Judging her and her old beater of an SUV.
Don’t be ridiculous,
she counseled herself as she made her foot cross the threshold. Cars don’t judge people.
You might be surprised.
The low, almost growly, amused voice came from her left, and Diana whipped around, one hand raised in fright.
She wasn’t sure what she planned to do with that raised hand. It was clear from one glance at the behemoth walking toward her from the left of the entrance that she would be no match for this guy. None at all. Not even after the five karate lessons her friend had given her as a twentieth birthday gift, hoping she might like it and stay in the class.
She’d felt clumsy and totally uncoordinated, so she hadn’t gone back after the gift sessions were up. Her friend had been a black belt, of course, and sort of glided in his uber-coordinated way. Not like a normal human being at all. Almost like this guy who was walking toward her. Or, rather, prowling toward her. There was no other word to describe the almost predatory slink of this man’s slim hips.
Hubba hubba.
You okay, miss?
Yes, he was definitely laughing at her, now. She must look like a landed fish, her mouth gaping open while her brain seemed to wander onto all sorts of tangents.
My car…
she managed, making a vague gesture toward the road. Good one, Diana. Let the guy think you’re a complete moron.
He looked out the wide entrance of the yard toward her old SUV parked across the street. His expression wasn’t judgmental, for which she was thankful. No, if anything, she’d say he looked intrigued.
Want me to take a look?
His stunning brown eyes came back to rest on her, and she tried not to fidget. Had she ever talked to a more handsome specimen of manhood? Diana thought not.
I’m not sure I can afford this place,
she said hesitantly, gesturing toward the expensive car he’d apparently just parked to the left of the entrance. It was shiny and new and looked like it probably cost more than she made in a year…or maybe a decade. I thought maybe I could just use your phone…
She let her sentence trail off when he started shaking his head.
Never let it be said I turned away a damsel in distress.
With that, he started walking across the street.
The man had a power about him. A vibe. Like coiled energy. He was intimidating, in a way, but it didn’t really bother her. Diana wasn’t a mouse. Not by a long shot. In fact, most people found her a bit too forceful. Make that, most men found her too forceful. The guys she’d dated had complained that she was too independent and she didn’t let them take care of her enough.
What a load of crap. Maybe she just needed to find a man who was more secure in his own masculinity than the saps she’d been dating, darn it. That’s what she preferred to believe, because there was no way she would become a simpering helpless female to suit anyone.
And, once again, she was woolgathering while the hunky guy in the ripped jeans jogged across the road and lifted the hood on her ancient clunker. He took a moment to check a few things then raised his head and let out a sharp, short whistle, his head turned in the direction of the open gate of the car lot. She hadn’t even made it across the road, yet. Too busy oogling the sexy mechanic.
She wondered how he thought anybody could hear his short whistle from all the way across the road. She’d barely heard it, and she’d been looking right at him. Curious, she turned her head to find at least a