Eve Vaughn, Romance Author

Caleb’s Woman

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All her life Sommer McGregor has been smothered by her over-protective parents and extended family. Deciding to strike out on her own she opens her own catering company, refusing help. In a further bid for independence she decides to take a lover, although there’s only one man she can imagine in that role. Caleb Masters. There’s only one problem: she’s human, and he’s not.

Caleb Masters has wanted Sommer for years, but had bided his time until she was ready for him. So when she jokingly declares she’s ready to take a lover, he knows he’s the man for the job. Nothing will stop him claiming her as his woman.

Although they embroil themselves in a red hot love affair, Sommer believes it can only be a brief fling because she believes he needs to find a mate befitting his Alpha-in-waiting status. Caleb will do anything to convince her that she’s the only one for him, but when Sommer learns the truth behind the success of her new business venture, it could tear them apart permanently.

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“It’s official! I’m now a business owner! I’m so excited. For once in my life, I finally have something to call my own!” Sommer McGregor squealed, twirling around with her arms out. She wanted to jump up and down, shout to the world her fantastic news and celebrate.

“I’m happy for you, hun. You’ve finally done it, and it’s all because of a chance meeting with that psychic.” Nina’s voice was full of smug satisfaction, as if she were really the one responsible for Sommer opening up Afternoon Delights, a catering service specifically created to make corporate lunches and fulfill orders for business functions, and specializing in hand-dipped chocolate confections. Sommer had the foresight to have a store as her main base where she could sell her treats to people off the streets, but her bread and butter would be the catering.

Sommer shook her head at her zany friend’s declaration. “Nina, you know I’d had this planned for a while.”

“But you were dragging your feet. When Madame Natasha did your tarot card reading, I think it was fate that your card was the Ace of Pentacles.”

Twisting her lips to show her disbelief, Sommer could only stare at Nina for a moment before dignifying that claim with an answer. “Oh please. I don’t even remember that stupid reading, let alone what the Ace of whatever you just called it is.”

Nina sighed with the impatience of one trying to get a point across to someone who just didn’t get it. “The Ace of Pentacles. You should study the tarot, you’d learn a lot.”

“No thanks. I’ll take my chances not knowing. Since it seems that you’re dying to tell me what it means though, by all means, knock yourself out.”

“It could mean many things such as a new business venture, new beginnings, prosperity and happiness. It certainly points to your success. Isn’t that exciting? It’s in the stars, my friend,” Nina gushed.

Sommer rolled her eyes. God save her from this zany woman. “Fate is what you make of it. The only one who can control my destiny is me. I’ve sent out flyers and contacted people who may be interested in my services to make this a success.” She tapped her chest with her palm. “I did all the leg work. I’m not going to make it because of what some stupid card says. Besides, I already have one client who wants me to take care of a series of business seminars they’re having in a couple weeks. If all goes well, they’ll use me again and I’m sure they’ll recommend me to their associates.”

Nina twirled one of her long braids with her finger. “What about your father’s company? He’s an executive at Masters and Son. They’re huge. It would be a coup if you landed an account with them.”

Sommer groaned, wishing Nina wouldn’t keep badgering her about this particular subject. She’d already made a conscious decision not to use her father’s business. No, that would be the easy way out.

The reason she’d started her venture to begin with was to prove to everyone, and mostly to herself, she could make it on her own without the help of others. All her life she’d been coddled and cosseted, having to fight for every ounce of independence, which she’d come to value.

Her parents meant well, but they were much too overprotective. And it wasn’t just them, but her extended family as well. The pack. Sommer would never be able to explain to any of her human friends what it was like growing up human among the Wulfen.

The obvious difference between her and the two people who raised her was their skin color. Her parents were white and she black, but that had never been an issue. They’d made the effort to infuse some culture into her life, making race a trivial matter. It was only outsiders who made a big deal about it.

The Wulfen factor was the much bigger issue.