Y'all are cordially invited to the wedding of the century.
Madison Lee has been through the ringer over the past year. She discovered she's a werewolf. Family she never knew existed landed on her doorstep. Her fiancé, Nicholi, has been kidnapped.
If she can survive a sudden outbreak of spilt-personality, Vampires dying to kill her, and assorted hired killers and long lost relatives showing up uninvited, oh, and an old girlfriend of Nicholi's who may or may not be trying to steal her man, her life might just work out.
Whoever said being a Southern Deb lied. Being one, just makes it easier to deal with the crap her life had become. With her head held high, Madison is bound and determined to plan the perfect wedding. She dares anyone to come between her and the I dos she's waited her whole life to hear.
Jerking free of Beulah's grip on me, I twisted my body and leapt on the table. Platters of eggs, bacon, and something my nose informed me was molasses went flying into the air, as my feet touched down. The stick thingies attached to the soles of my shoes cracked off and went rocketing toward the wall behind me. Good riddance. My ankles were killing me, and I was better off without them. Plus, since I was without my fangs and claws, the splintered ends would make excellent weapons.
"Madison!" I ignored Nicholi's howl. He could expect me to get back to him as soon as I wrapped up this slab of skank.
Letting out a growl from deep inside my throat, I attempted to drown out the voices screeching behind me. Mentally, I added them to the list. They allowed her in, too. The growl died in my throat, as I heard Madison snickering from her prison. Her snide asides I would not take.
"I think she's lost it." I swung my head around to see Jessica calmly eating a slice of bacon.
"Shut up, Jess." Nicholi pushed her away from the table. "Can't you see she has..." He pursed his lips. "Uh, well, lost it."
Et tu, Nicholi?
Again, ignoring them. My full attention had focused on the female in front of me. How dare she sit there with her perfect creamy mocha skin, toned physique and a face Halle Berry would slit a throat to have. Worse than that. She was throwing off enough pheromones to seduce a football team. I bet she would have liked it, too. Taking advantage of my poor Saints and my mate. Baring my teeth, I let her know how I felt about all her perfectness sitting at my kitchen table.
"Yes?" Wiping a napkin in the corner of my mouth, she had the nerve to smile at me.
"This is my house!" I snarled.
"I believe it is." She calmly set her napkin on the table.
I jabbed a finger toward Nicholi. "That is mine, also. Not yours. Mine!"
"I think your brother explained your relationship to the European Paxus to me as well." The wench plucked a piece of bacon from her plate and daintily took a nibble from it. "Is there anything else you would like to mark as yours before we introduce ourselves?"
I scrunched up my face, and tried to think of something. "Everything else is mine too." There I believe I covered it all nicely.
"Good." She clapped her hands, sending bacon raining into the air. "Now, that we have that settled, my name is Hildie Kingston. I'm the bitch your brother sent to protect your psychotic ass."
"I'm Madison." I resisted the urge to flick my ear with my big toe and scurry away. Something told me I had not acted in an altogether Human manner.
"Yep, I got it." Hildie, if that was her real name, scowled at the fragment of bacon left in her hand. Shrugging, she glanced to Father. "Could you explain to me again who I'm suppose to be protecting? Her or the rest of the world from her?"