A Cajun Werewolf Christmas
by Selena Blake
This is it! The answer to your Stormy Weather questions. This isn’t a traditional romance. Think of it as a series epilogue, a glimpse of happily ever after or how the Cajun werewolves spend their first Christmas as a pack.
A Cajun Werewolf Christmas
(The Happily Ever After)
paranormal romance – the final Stormy Weather story
Join Deveraux Pack for their first Christmas together. With Angel and Jules’ wedding days away, the pack braces the snow and cold for an unforgettable day. The men place a bet to see who can come up with the best baby present. And Mother Nature provides one last surprise for everyone.
Other Books In This Series
The Cajun's Captive (Book One)
Bitten in the Bayou (Book Two)
Seduced by a Cajun Werewolf (Book Three)
Mated to a Cajun Werewolf (Book Four)
Stranded with a Cajun Werewolf (Book Five)
The Stormy Weather 5-in-1 Anthology
Stormy Weather Collector's Edition
Related Stories:
More Than Attraction (Dr. Elijah Cooper's story)
EXCERPT
Sebastian draped his arm over the back of Amanda’s chair and glanced across the table at his youngest brother. Jules was glowing. So was Angelica. Being a bride suited her.
Laurent and André were busy on their cell phones. Tracking down a baby gift, he presumed. Jules had thrown down the gauntlet and the others couldn’t resist a challenge. Sebastian might throw his hat into the ring as well so long as Amanda was judging.
The others kept up a steady stream of chatter as they dined on steak and la bûche de Noël. Amanda smiled up at him and a silent message passed between them. Exactement. This was how it was supposed to be. And now if his bébé would make his entrance, everything would be complete.
She smiled as he slid his palm over her belly. How a baby could make her so round, he didn’t know. But she looked perfect, plump with his son.
Manda shook her head. You still think it’s a boy, you arrogant wolf.
Just betting on the potency of my swimmers, love.
She sighed, exasperated as usual, and shook her head before glancing over at his brother and cousin.
“Are you two playing a game?” she asked.
Laurent and André snapped to attention.
“Non, Luna. They’re losing a bet,” Jules said with a smirk. He tossed back the rest of his beer and then raised an eyebrow at André.
“What bet?” Manda sat up as straight as she could, given her condition.
“Who can buy the baby the best present.” Jules shot André another look of victory over-top Angel’s head.
A Cajun Werewolf Christmas
(The Happily Ever After)
paranormal romance – the final Stormy Weather story
Join Deveraux Pack for their first Christmas together. With Angel and Jules’ wedding days away, the pack braces the snow and cold for an unforgettable day. The men place a bet to see who can come up with the best baby present. And Mother Nature provides one last surprise for everyone.
Other Books In This Series
The Cajun's Captive (Book One)
Bitten in the Bayou (Book Two)
Seduced by a Cajun Werewolf (Book Three)
Mated to a Cajun Werewolf (Book Four)
Stranded with a Cajun Werewolf (Book Five)
The Stormy Weather 5-in-1 Anthology
Stormy Weather Collector's Edition
Related Stories:
More Than Attraction (Dr. Elijah Cooper's story)
EXCERPT
Sebastian draped his arm over the back of Amanda’s chair and glanced across the table at his youngest brother. Jules was glowing. So was Angelica. Being a bride suited her.
Laurent and André were busy on their cell phones. Tracking down a baby gift, he presumed. Jules had thrown down the gauntlet and the others couldn’t resist a challenge. Sebastian might throw his hat into the ring as well so long as Amanda was judging.
The others kept up a steady stream of chatter as they dined on steak and la bûche de Noël. Amanda smiled up at him and a silent message passed between them. Exactement. This was how it was supposed to be. And now if his bébé would make his entrance, everything would be complete.
She smiled as he slid his palm over her belly. How a baby could make her so round, he didn’t know. But she looked perfect, plump with his son.
Manda shook her head. You still think it’s a boy, you arrogant wolf.
Just betting on the potency of my swimmers, love.
She sighed, exasperated as usual, and shook her head before glancing over at his brother and cousin.
“Are you two playing a game?” she asked.
Laurent and André snapped to attention.
“Non, Luna. They’re losing a bet,” Jules said with a smirk. He tossed back the rest of his beer and then raised an eyebrow at André.
“What bet?” Manda sat up as straight as she could, given her condition.
“Who can buy the baby the best present.” Jules shot André another look of victory over-top Angel’s head.
