Unraveling Mordecai by Marisa Maichel (types of ebook readers txt) 📕

Within a few minutes, Sarah and Jamie were at a small gift shop run by the local Native American tribe. Sarah picked out a mythology book and Jamie bought a shark’s tooth necklace and a shell pendant that had been carved in the shape of a heart and painted pale pink.
Sarah smiled shyly at the clerk, who gave her a flirtatious grin in return.
“Five dollars,” he said.
“The book was ten dollars,” she corrected.
“For you, it’s five dollars.”
“Oh, um, thanks?” She looked uncomfortable, much to my delight. “I have a fiancé, though.”
“Too bad,” the clerk said, shaking his long hair. “I’d love to take you out to dinner.”
She paid him and Jamie bought the jewelry with cash. He gave her the shell pendant and the shark tooth necklace.
“Oh, thank you,” she chirped, looking much happier now that the cashier wasn’t flirting with her. Jamie gave the clerk a death glare, and then led Sarah to the next shop, which was an ice cream parlor. She chose chocolate and he chose cookie dough.
She chattered to him about her dogs, her sister, and her father. She didn’t tell him the scary stuff, though, only that her parents were divorced and she didn’t see her mother anymore for personal reasons. She said that she adored my family, especially my mother and sister, both of whom had treated her like a mother should treat her daughter.
He talked about his homes in London, Surrey, Edinburgh, York, and Berlin. Hah. I could top that. I had a home in every country in the world, and several U.S. states. He talked about his massive library and his stock shares and his bookstore where he sold copies of every one of his books, plus several other authors who had a contract with him. I’d have to look into that.
I saw his shoe touching hers several times. If she felt it, she would move her foot. If she didn’t…it took all my strength not to snap his neck.
They visited a clothing store next, where Jamie found a similar dress to the one Sarah was wearing, but in hot pink, not green. I would have gotten her another green one. She tried in on and modeled it for him. The girl with the camera was there, and snapped a couple pictures. She looked miserable.
I tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped and turned around, and saw me. Then she narrowed her eyes.
“Aren’t you Sarah’s boyfriend?” she asked in an American accent.
“Yes, I’m Reese,” I said. “What can you tell me about Jamie?”
She shrugged. “What do you want to know? I know everything about him.”
“Are you friends? I asked.
“Oh, hardly. He’s my ex-boyfriend. I only took this job because the pay will be incredible. I’m Hannah March.”
“Reese Emerson,” I introduced myself. “What’s he really like? I saw him trip her at the beach.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. He’s always doing weird shit like that so he can be “the perfect gentleman” or whatever. He only does it so he can help a damsel in distress and look like a hero.”
“How did you meet him?”
“Through my parents. They’re his publishers. They thought that if he and I dated…”
“I get it. Why did you break up, if I may ask?”
She shrugged. “He cheated on me with some curvy redheaded chick with blue eyes. I dumped him that night.”
“Why don’t your parents dump him?”
“Because he rakes in the dough. He makes a huge amount with everything he does. His writing, the ghostwriting he does, his bookstores, and so on.”
“Ghostwriting?”
“That’s when somebody writes under a real author’s name.”
“I know what ghostwriting is. But who has he ghostwritten for?”
“I don’t know. A lot of popular authors. People who aren’t as well-known as him. My sister, for one thing, and my brother. They’re both authors, but their books didn’t sell well, so they wrote down their ideas for him and he turned them into books. Moonlight Kiss is actually my sister’s idea. It’s about a girl who thinks that her soulmate will meet her at the edge of the lake and kiss her there on the Winter Solstice, and she’s confused when he doesn’t show up.”
“Sounds romantic,” I said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes.
“I know, right? Mushy stuff. But my parents always did like my sister more. They practically crushed my dreams and said I was too dumb to go to college, so I dropped out of high school, and now I work as a photographer. They threatened, to…well, cut me off if I didn’t take these pictures. But whatever.”
“Hannah! Sarah and I are ready to go!”
Hannah turned and frowned. “I have to go. Maybe we’ll see each other again, Reese?” She fluttered her blond eyelashes.
“I’ll message you,” I promised. This girl was chock-full of information. I hid in a rack as Sarah came into view and Hannah turned to greet her and Jamie.
“Let’s go,” Jamie said curtly. “Lazy bitch,” he mumbled under his breath. Whoa. Hannah was right. Jamie Williams was not a nice boy.

After some more shopping, smoothies, and a light dinner, the day was over, and it was time to take Sarah home. She exchanged phone numbers with him and smiled at Hannah, who just scowled.
Jamie passed the bags over to Hannah, who struggled with her camera and put them in the trunk of the limo.

When we got home, Jamie forced Hannah to help Sarah carry her bags upstairs, take a few final pictures, and he kissed her cheek and left. Hannah spotted me and waved, and then Jamie grabbed her shoulder and shoved her roughly to the car, which Sarah did not see.
I greeted her with a hug and a long, sloppy kiss. I smelled her all over. I paid careful attention to her lady parts.
She turned to me and we went inside and settled in for the night. I was staying the night, so I already had some clothes and my hairbrush there.
“How was your day?” I asked.
“It was perfect,” she sighed. “Well, except for the part when I fell in the ocean. But I’m okay. My dress isn’t, though. But here’s the weird thing: I could have sworn that Jamie caused me to fall in. I hope it was just an accident. Did you see it?”
I froze, then turned to face her. “You saw me?”
She grinned mischievously. “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, Reese. I knew you were there the whole time, because I know you. I know why, though. You wanted to make sure he was trustworthy. It’s okay. I’m not upset. I was at first, but I’m over it now.”
I was abashed to the point where I wanted to bury myself in the garden.
“Yes, I saw that,” I said. “I think it was just an accident, though.” That was clearly a lie, and any vampire or decent liar could have seen right through it, but Sarah trusted me enough to think I was being honest with her. Besides, I didn’t want her to get upset, to skew her view of Jamie Williams.
We headed inside, Spunk greeting Sarah first, then me with kisses and dirty paws.
“Where have you been, dirty boy?” Sarah asked.
“He’s been out in the garden,” Mom said. “Sarah, did you tell Reese?”
“No, not yet.”
“Tell me what?” I asked, hoping for good news, curiosity nearly choking me.
“How would you feel about getting another dog?” Sarah asked me.
“Another dog?” I looked at the stupid golden retriever in front of me and the Chihuahua who stood growling at a distance. “What kind of dog?”
“A pitbull,” Sarah said. “They used to be illegal in this town, but they recently changed the laws, and I’ve got my eye on a couple of sweet girls. I’ve already met one of them: her name is Jasmine. And the other one’s name is Lola. There’s also a male that Sabine wants to get named Koda, but he’s a husky, and a Boston terrier puppy named Scooter.”
“That’s a lot of dogs,” I said in amazement. “Plus, we’re about to have a baby-“
“Which is why you don’t leave animals alone with babies or little kids,” Sarah reminded me. “I’m not going to rehome either of my dogs; that’s just selfish and irresponsible. I made a commitment to take care of them throughout their lives. And as long as I can financially, I will. Besides, pets are good for babies. Helps them adapt and learn empathy, how to treat animals and people.”
“You’re right,” I said, realizing now how silly I was. “Okay, if you want a dog or two, we’ll get a dog or two. But they’re your responsibility, just like the cats are mine.”
She gave me a mocking salute, to which I stuck my tongue out at her for. She recoiled back slightly, but her expression stayed relaxed and happy.

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What is it with women and roses? I thought groggily as Sarah woke me up by singing “I Never Promised You A Rose Garden”. Mother’s favorite song was “White Rose of Athens”, and Selena’s was “The Rose” by Bette Midler, although that one was technically about love.
I heard a gasp, then a scream, and a muffled gasp.
I ran out the door and into the laundry room where I’d heard Sarah’s voice coming from. In front of me was a man who was frantically holding Sarah and keeping his hand over her mouth. He had long silver hair, bright yellow-green eyes similar to Faolan’s, and he was stockier and smelled like both werewolf and vampire.
This must be Liam Wolfheart.
Reese! Help me!
Hang on, baby, I’m here.
Did I just have a conversation with Sarah inside our minds? A conversation for another time.
“Let her go,” I growled.
The wolf/vampire hybrid let Sarah go, and then she spun around and kicked him in the testicles. He fell over, sputtering.
“Fucking bitch,” he cursed in a thick German accent.
Sarah ran to me and I squeezed her into me.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
“Liam Wolfheart,” he said. I knew it. “I’m here for Selena.”
“My sister? No. Fuck off.”
“Please…I’m desperate. None of our children have lived.”
“Children? There was more than one?”
“I only let her go so she could see Marina again. And you…I assume you’re Reese.”
“Toby! Get your lazy ass down here!” I called out.
My bodyguard and friend stumbled down the steps, still tangled up in his bedsheets. He landed in a heap on the floor, and then Alexander appeared at the top.
“Pitiful,” he said, referring to Toby’s clumsiness.
“Alexander, who is this freak?” Sarah asked. My stepfather scowled.
“A person who is not welcome in our home anymore. A person who lost both my friendship and protection when he stole away my stepdaughter.”
“Alexander, I loved her,” Liam said, spreading his hands. “From the moment we locked eyes. And she said to me ‘So, you’re the famous Liam. I hear you stole some gold, but returned ruby earrings to my stepfather. So what are you? A villain, or a hero?’ And I knew she was my soulmate.”
“But she did not feel the same way,” Alexander said, coming down to face his enemy. He jumped over Toby, who had yet to untangle himself.
“You have little protection here,” Liam said. “Three humans, and two young vampires, and one lowly guard who is barely a boy.”
“I consider that racist,” Toby said