Christmas shopping can be challenging at the best of times, but the non-humans on the list can present special problems. Need ideas for what to get the vampire with centuries of clutter in his garage or the mermaid who needs everything waterproofed? Here are some suggestions from our retail experts:
1. Get that vampire a month’s rental on a storage locker big enough to house his spare coffin collection!
2. For the shifters we suggest many, many lint rollers or a rechargeable hand vacuum!
3. For the fussy feline shifters, how about modern art that doubles as a scratching post?
4. As a stocking stuffer, nothing beats fake human teeth for the vampires!
5. A definite must have: non-toxic chew toys for the werepuppies.
6. Environmentally friendly dry cleaning options for the mummies on your list.
7. Steaks
8. Stakes
9. A personal crossroad for that special demon. Top seller: something on Route 666.
10. High-strength spray adhesive is a thoughtful present for those zombies who just can’t keep it together.
Just remember, whatever you choose, it’s the thought that counts—or possibly the deliciously fresh brains that just manufactured that thought …
Dark Forgotten Series
Book Five
Sharon Ashwood
Genre: Paranormal romance/urban fantasy
to go see Santa Claws?” Errata Jones
asked in her husky, teasing voice.
Baker replied, still grumpy at the prospect of crowds and gift-giving
decisions. Plus, it was cold, gray, and rainy—a typical December day in the
Pacific Northwest.
boundless holiday spirit?” She turned into the parking lot outside the Fairview
Sports and Recreation Center. It was the final day of the Yuletide Holiday
Market, an arts and crafts event by and for the local supernatural community.
“Counting today, there’s only three shopping days till Christmas.”
you’re not going to make me sit on Santa’s knee.”
so, darling. That would be weird, even for us.”
Jaguar coupe into the last parking space, beating out a massive pickup by a
whisker. The truck made a sound like a startled dinosaur as it lurched to a
stop on the frosty pavement. Turning off the Jaguar’s ignition, Errata smoothed
her chin-length, jet-black hair, then glanced in the rear-view mirror, looking
pleased with herself. Perry twisted in his seat to see the pickup driver turn a
Christmassy scarlet and lurch off.
heart to resume its normal rhythm.
Errata was a werecougar, and there were reasons cats shouldn’t drive.
Werewolves like him were another matter. Wolves appreciated order, including
stop signs. Cats did things because they could—like pester him into going to
this stupid craft fair.
got for befriending a feline. He cast her a sidelong look, taking in her high
cheekbones and smooth, golden skin. It was all he could do not to reach over
and stroke her hair, but that would be crossing a boundary. She’d made it clear
from the start that cats walked alone.
preening and gave him an arch look. “Shouldn’t you be shopping for your human,
what’s-her-name?”
his seatbelt. “Her name is Tiffani. With an i.”
course it is.” Errata patted his cheek with a pitying look. “Come on. First
fifty guests get a goodie bag.”
Perry said, sounding defensive even to himself.
generally are,” she said agreeably. “You should buy her something really nice.”
before December 23rd,” he protested as he got out of the car.
let friends give their sweethearts, even ones named Tiffani with an i, gift
cards.”
make sense.”
end of her scarf over her shoulder with a flick of one gloved hand. “Be
grateful you have me to watch over you.” She clicked the locks and swept toward
the entrance of the building, leaving Perry to catch up.
grumbled. “What do you want for Yule?”
card.”
