My Best Friend's Werewolf

New Book ~CLAUS~

I'm thrilled to share that I just started posting Claus on Wattpad!

Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy are all real. But they're nothing like who we've grown up believing in.

Half Elf, Faryn Morozko is the illegitimate daughter of Mrs. Claus, and Nick Claus has made it his mission to make her life miserable. Coal in her stocking would be a nice gift compared to what she gets from him and his reindeer every year.

On Faryn's 23rd Christmas, Nick goes missing, and the last person he was seen with was Faryn when she followed him into the woods. To say she was angry as hell at the time would be an understatement. Now accused of his kidnapping and possible murder, Faryn is forced to flee her home in Oxford if she wants to clear her name. But it won't be easy, not when she's hunted by her cousin, Jack Frost, and if it weren't for Cassian Etend, the Tooth Fairy's heir, she'd be dead at the hands of her cousin.

Accused of being Faryn's accomplice, Cassian is forced to help Faryn prove her innocence, all while believing she's guilty. But Cassian is Fae, and Elves and Fae are known for stabbing each other in the back—quite literally.

With the help of Peter Ton, the new Easter Bunny, and a Leprechaun named Clíodhna, Faryn may stand a chance of finding Nick and making sure that whoever took him, doesn't take her mother. If she fails, she'll be locked in the ice dungeons of the Frozen City, doomed to be remembered as the villain who killed Ol' Saint Nick.

~Preview of Chapter 1~

For the twenty-second Christmas in a row, Faryn received a bag of reindeer shit.

She shouldn't have bothered opening the green velvet bag labeled To: Faryn From: Santa Claus in horrible handwriting. Nick's handwriting. She had known what it was. The bag was still warm and that was not even mentioning the smell. But it had become tradition at this point, and she already had so few.

Curled up on the window seat in the lounge, Faryn held the bag between her fingers as the other students she lived with who didn't go home for the holidays opened their gifts from her mother's husband. Beyond the frost laced window, the garden was nothing more than patches of dirt separating the yellow stone wall that blocked out Oxford's streets. She caught another whiff of the bag and grimaced. She needed to dispose of the gift soon before her housemates complained.

Slipping off the seat, she made sure the bag's strings were pulled tight and crossed the room, stepping carefully around new toys, books, and matte wrapping paper. Her housemates were a mix of primary and secondary school students as well as a few who were in university like Faryn. Their boarding school had an arrangement with the Acurial faculty members of Oxford. The university-aged boarders were allowed to attend their classes, and if they passed them, they'd earn a degree.

One of the few Fae students, Rhea, wrinkled her nose as Faryn stepped by. The Fae would have been at the school as long as Faryn if Faryn hadn't been here since she was a baby.

"Did they at least have the guts to claim it this year?" she asked, they meaning Nick's sleigh team. Comprised of eight reindeer Thorine, they acted more like they were in a frat than in the most coveted positions their kind could dream of holding. Whenever Nick felt like dropping by and paying her a visit, he'd bring his sleigh team. It was impossible to decide if they were more irritating as reindeers when they honked at her or when they were in their Celvian form—what non-Acurials would mistake as human.

Silla, who held the title of Dasher, and Dimitri, who got Cupid, were probably the worst of the eight. She'd bet this shit belonged to one of them and that they made really terrible jokes as they shoveled it in, if they didn't crap straight into the bag.