Romance: Two is Better Than One(A Menage MMF Bisexual Paranormal Werewolf Shapeshifter Romance) ((New Adult Menage Bisexual Paranormal Werewolf Shapeshifter Menage Short Stories)) by Emily Omance
Authors: Emily Omance
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Chapter 1
I was ten miles from home when my car’s engine started making really loud knocking sounds. It had been acting up all week and I had an appointment on Saturday to get it looked at. It figures that it would decide to act up on Friday night instead of having the decency to wait until the morning. I had to pull into the breakdown lane as I tried to go up the next hill because it didn’t have enough power to keep the speed limit.
Three quarters of the way up the hill, the car just quit. I hit the brake and put the car in park so I wouldn’t start going back down the hill. I slammed the steering wheel and yelled, “God damn it!” even though there wasn’t anyone around to hear me.
This was just one more in a string of shitty things that had happened to me since I moved back to California a couple of years ago. It seemed like a lifetime, but it was really only two years and two months since I moved closer to my family after my husband died. His death was a shock – no one expects a twenty five year old man to collapse with a heart attack – but that’s what happened to Dennis. I was crushed, my life felt like it had ended before it really even got a chance to begin, and I didn’t handle it as well as I could have. Nothing about my fancy East coast education had prepared me for this life.
I think that’s why I allowed my parents to talk me into moving closer to them. I needed a safety net then, but since I got here, there’s just been one mishap after another, making me feel like nothing is safe and that I should just resign myself to the life of a lonely widow.
I didn’t used to be like this. I used to take risks and have fun and enjoy life. Being a young widow sucked the joy out of me, even though I am sure Dennis would want me to be happy. We used to take off for a weekend with no plans and just see where the world took us. Now it was an exciting week if someone had a birthday at work and brought in cupcakes. What had my world shrunk down to?
I looked up at the moon. It would be full in the next night or two. It was so beautiful and bright that I decided right then and there to stop living in the shadow of my former life. It was time to start saying yes to the opportunities life had to offer me and see where that took me. It was time to go back to seeing where the world would take me.
But for now I had to see if I couldn’t get my car working. I flipped on my hazard lights and popped my hood. I got out of the car with the penlight I kept on my keychain and started to look at the engine. I’m not really good with engine repair, but if there was something really obvious, like a hose that didn’t connect to anything, I could figure that out.
I prodded around at the engine, but nothing seemed out of place to me. So much for that brilliant plan. I went back to the car and fished my cell phone from my purse. I looked at the screen, but I had no bars. So much for calling for help. I was about to get out and start walking toward the next town when lights pulled in behind me and person got out of the car.
My heart began to race and I locked the doors to my car. This person could just be here to help. Or not. Adventure was one thing, but danger was something completely different.
I remembered my pledge to start saying yes to opportunities and hoped this was someone here to help me.
I rolled my window down and waited.
“Car trouble?” asked a familiar man’s voice. It was Caleb, one of the farmers at the Blue Moon Ranch.
I looked up and smiled, relief coursing through my tense muscles. I unlocked the car doors and got out. “I am so glad it’s just you,” I said.
He looked at me, not quite sure who I was for a moment. “Oh, Julia, it’s you. I’m even happier that I stopped now. This isn’t the safest area for a break down. Kids come barreling down this hill without even bothering to pay attention to the lines, it’s insanely dangerous.”
“Thanks for stopping. I tried to call for
I was ten miles from home when my car’s engine started making really loud knocking sounds. It had been acting up all week and I had an appointment on Saturday to get it looked at. It figures that it would decide to act up on Friday night instead of having the decency to wait until the morning. I had to pull into the breakdown lane as I tried to go up the next hill because it didn’t have enough power to keep the speed limit.
Three quarters of the way up the hill, the car just quit. I hit the brake and put the car in park so I wouldn’t start going back down the hill. I slammed the steering wheel and yelled, “God damn it!” even though there wasn’t anyone around to hear me.
This was just one more in a string of shitty things that had happened to me since I moved back to California a couple of years ago. It seemed like a lifetime, but it was really only two years and two months since I moved closer to my family after my husband died. His death was a shock – no one expects a twenty five year old man to collapse with a heart attack – but that’s what happened to Dennis. I was crushed, my life felt like it had ended before it really even got a chance to begin, and I didn’t handle it as well as I could have. Nothing about my fancy East coast education had prepared me for this life.
I think that’s why I allowed my parents to talk me into moving closer to them. I needed a safety net then, but since I got here, there’s just been one mishap after another, making me feel like nothing is safe and that I should just resign myself to the life of a lonely widow.
I didn’t used to be like this. I used to take risks and have fun and enjoy life. Being a young widow sucked the joy out of me, even though I am sure Dennis would want me to be happy. We used to take off for a weekend with no plans and just see where the world took us. Now it was an exciting week if someone had a birthday at work and brought in cupcakes. What had my world shrunk down to?
I looked up at the moon. It would be full in the next night or two. It was so beautiful and bright that I decided right then and there to stop living in the shadow of my former life. It was time to start saying yes to the opportunities life had to offer me and see where that took me. It was time to go back to seeing where the world would take me.
But for now I had to see if I couldn’t get my car working. I flipped on my hazard lights and popped my hood. I got out of the car with the penlight I kept on my keychain and started to look at the engine. I’m not really good with engine repair, but if there was something really obvious, like a hose that didn’t connect to anything, I could figure that out.
I prodded around at the engine, but nothing seemed out of place to me. So much for that brilliant plan. I went back to the car and fished my cell phone from my purse. I looked at the screen, but I had no bars. So much for calling for help. I was about to get out and start walking toward the next town when lights pulled in behind me and person got out of the car.
My heart began to race and I locked the doors to my car. This person could just be here to help. Or not. Adventure was one thing, but danger was something completely different.
I remembered my pledge to start saying yes to opportunities and hoped this was someone here to help me.
I rolled my window down and waited.
“Car trouble?” asked a familiar man’s voice. It was Caleb, one of the farmers at the Blue Moon Ranch.
I looked up and smiled, relief coursing through my tense muscles. I unlocked the car doors and got out. “I am so glad it’s just you,” I said.
He looked at me, not quite sure who I was for a moment. “Oh, Julia, it’s you. I’m even happier that I stopped now. This isn’t the safest area for a break down. Kids come barreling down this hill without even bothering to pay attention to the lines, it’s insanely dangerous.”
“Thanks for stopping. I tried to call for
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