Savor, a Paranormal Romace (Warm Delicacy Series, Book 1)

                                                            Savor

                                        Warm Delicacy Series, Book 1

                                               By Megan Duncan

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Copyright © 2011 by Megan Duncan

First Edition: August 2011

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 Savor (Warm Delicacy Series, Book 1)

Chapter 1

      As much as I had been dreaming about this day, I had been dreading it just as much. I knew my mom would say I was over reacting, but I didn’t want to spend any part of my birthday getting poked and prodded.  “Why can’t turning eighteen be just about celebrating?” I asked my fat orange cat, Louie, as he bathed himself on my bed. 

            I gave Louie a good scratch before I hopped out of bed and headed to my closet. I wanted to make sure I looked great in my picture; otherwise I would never hear the end of it from my best friend Liz.

            She spent a record four hours and countless wardrobe changes before we were able to nail down the perfect outfit, hair and make-up combination. As annoying as that day was, I had to admit she did look great in her picture ID.

            So, here I stood in front of my closet with no clue as to what I should wear. I pulled out the fanciest clothes I owned and quickly sent them flying to the bed behind me, which in turn sent Louie running away with a meow.

            I glanced over to my desk and stared at the pile of clothes draped over the back of the chair. Liz had brought over a number of items, which I would describe as risqué, but she would say they were simply her everyday clothes.  I thought they were a bit flashy, but Liz had an eye for fashion and was known in our group of friends to be an “H to T” girl.  No matter what the circumstance she was always perfectly put together from head to toe.  She said she hated the term, but I could tell she relished the fact that people thought of her that way and was only pretending to be modest.

            We were an odd couple, she and I, but we had known each other our whole lives.  With moms that were too busy to notice much of anything we did and dads that were out of the picture, we quickly bonded as if we were sisters.

            I quickly decided to save the fashion options Liz had given me for later that night, and slipped on my favorite pair of jeans with a simple black tank top.  Less was more right?

            “Hurry it up Claire!  I want to get there before it gets too busy.”  My mom’s muffled voice echoed from down the hallway to my bedroom.  I was starting to think that she was more excited that I was getting a Donor ID than the fact that I was turning eighteen.

            I knew how important it was to have that identification, because everyone who is anyone got one when they turned eighteen.  It was a vital part of our society.  So, naturally I didn’t feel it was a very big deal.  Everyone with a Donor ID would have their blood tested for the specific type, the quality, any diseases they might have, and the mineral content among other things.  Once they have all this information a Donor ID was issued specifying all of that information.