Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-one
Twenty-two
Twenty-three
Twenty-four
Twenty-five
Twenty-six
Twenty-seven
Twenty-eight
Twenty-nine
Thirty
Thirty-one
Thirty-two
Thirty-three
Thirty-four
Thirty-five
Thirty-six
Thirty-seven
Thirty-eight
Thirty-nine
Forty
Forty-one
Forty-two
Forty-three
Forty-four
Forty-five
Forty-six
Forty-seven
Forty-eight
Forty-nine
Fifty
Fifty-one
Epilogue
Titles by MaryJanice Davidson
PRAISE FOR
Derik’s Bane
AND FOR MARYJANICE DAVIDSON’S WYNDHAM WEREWOLF TALES
“Werewolves and romance, who could ask for more . . . The passion in this story is intense.”
—The Best Reviews
“A wonderful story that lovers of werewolves and romance will greatly enjoy and will find flat-out funny. Readers who prefer what they read to be witty should read Derik’s Bane and other works by MaryJanice Davidson.”
—Romance Junkies
“This is by far the sexiest and most romantic story in this collection, and alone is worth the cover price . . . Davidson also manages to do what I thought was impossible: weave an honest-to-goodness love story in a scant fifty pages. And the sex? Wow. My Grade: A.”
—All About Romance
“An arousing triumph.”
—Midwest Book Review
“MaryJanice Davidson writes wonderful dialogue and banter.”
—Crescent Blues
“Get set for some high-powered sex and romance that will have you howling at the moon for Mr. Gorgeous too! Ms. Davidson created a memorable story in ‘Love’s Prisoner’ that I know I won’t forget. Very creative and it sure gets your juices flowing in the right direction!”
—Suzanne Coleburn, The Belles and Beaux of Romance
“Four stars!”
—Romantic Times
“Here is a sequel that many MaryJanice Davidson fans have anticipated . . . The Wyndham werewolves ignited a spark in many hearts, and the result is this phenomenal story.”
—Romance Reviews Today
PRAISE FOR THE BETSY TAYLOR NOVELS
“What can you say about a vampire whose loyalty can be bought by designer shoes? Can we say, outrageous?”
—The Best Reviews
Undead and Unfinished
“An entertaining . . . sassy paranormal tale.”
—Monsters and Critics
“Acerbic . . . Fans of the series will enjoy the latest.”
—Midwest Book Review
Undead and Unwelcome
“Packs a chic coffin.”
—The Denver Post
“A memorable visit with the Wyndham werewolves that fans should enjoy.”
—Darque Reviews
“Outrageously wacky.”
—Romantic Times
Undead and Unworthy
“Undead and Unworthy is one that fans don’t dare miss.”
—Darque Reviews
“It is a treat . . . Davidson’s keen sense of humor and fast pace make this series a delight.”
—Monsters and Critics
Undead and Uneasy
“Breezy dialogue, kick-ass action, and endearing characters.”
—Booklist
“Be prepared to fall in love with the Undead all over again! I can’t wait for the next book!”
—Romance Reviews Today
Undead and Unpopular
“Think Sex and the City—only . . . filled with demons and vampires.”
—Publishers Weekly
“This is simply fun, no two ways about it.”
—The Eternal Night
Undead and Unreturnable
“Cheerily eerie ‘vamp lit’ . . . A bawdy, laugh-out-loud treat!”
—BookPage
“No one does humorous romantic fantasy better than the incomparable MaryJanice Davidson.”
—The Best Reviews
Undead and Unappreciated
“The best vampire chick lit of the year . . . Davidson’s prose zings from wisecrack to wisecrack.”
—Detroit Free Press
Undead and Unemployed
“One of the funniest, most satisfying series to come along lately. If you’re fans of Sookie Stackhouse and Anita Blake, don’t miss Betsy Taylor. She rocks.”
—The Best Reviews
Undead and Unwed
“Delightful, wicked fun!”
—Christine Feehan
“Hilarious . . . Sexy, steamy, and laugh-out-loud funny.”
—The Best Reviews
Titles by MaryJanice Davidson
UNDEAD AND UNWED
UNDEAD AND UNEMPLOYED
UNDEAD AND UNAPPRECIATED
UNDEAD AND UNRETURNABLE
UNDEAD AND UNPOPULAR
UNDEAD AND UNEASY
UNDEAD AND UNWORTHY
UNDEAD AND UNWELCOME
UNDEAD AND UNFINISHED
UNDEAD AND UNDERMINED
DERIK’S BANE
WOLF AT THE DOOR
SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES
SWIMMING WITHOUT A NET
FISH OUT OF WATER
Titles by MaryJanice Davidson and Anthony Alongi
JENNIFER SCALES AND THE ANCIENT FURNACE
JENNIFER SCALES AND THE MESSENGER OF LIGHT
THE SILVER MOON ELM: A JENNIFER SCALES NOVEL
SERAPH OF SORROW: A JENNIFER SCALES NOVEL
RISE OF THE POISON MOON: A JENNIFER SCALES NOVEL
EVANGELINA: A JENNIFER SCALES NOVEL
Anthologies
CRAVINGS
(with Laurell K. Hamilton, Rebecca York, Eileen Wilks)
BITE
(with Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, Angela Knight, Vickie Taylor)
KICK ASS
(with Maggie Shayne, Angela Knight, Jacey Ford)
MEN AT WORK
(with Janelle Denison, Nina Bangs)
DEAD AND LOVING IT
SURF’S UP
(with Janelle Denison, Nina Bangs)
MYSTERIA
(with P. C. Cast, Gena Showalter, Susan Grant)
OVER THE MOON
(with Angela Knight, Virginia Kantra, Sunny)
DEMON’S DELIGHT
(with Emma Holly, Vickie Taylor, Catherine Spangler)
DEAD OVER HEELS
MYSTERIA LANE
(with P. C. Cast, Gena Showalter, Susan Grant)
MYSTERIA NIGHTS
(includes Mysteria and Mysteria Lane, with P. C. Cast,
Susan Grant, Gena Showalter)
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PRINTING HISTORY
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Davidson, MaryJanice.
Wolf at the door / MaryJanice Davidson.—Berkley Sensation trade paperback ed. p. cm.
ISBN : 978-1-101-55039-7
1. Werewolves—Fiction. 2. Vampires—Fiction. 3. St. Paul (Minn.)—Fiction. I. Title. PS3604.A949W65 2011
813’.6—dc23
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For the readers who have been asking
for this since Derik’s Bane.
All right, enough already!
Seriously: thank you. Without you I might not ever
have gotten a chance to write this,
and what a dreadful thing for the Wyndhams,
trapped inside my head!
No one should have to live in my head.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks as always to the hardest-working people I know: my agent, Ethan Ellenberg; my editor, Cindy Hwang; and my assistant, Tracy Fritze. I deserve none of them. And yet, they’re trapped with me, endlessly, endlessly trapped. They must have done something dreadful in past lives. Lucky for me!
Also to my family, who never get bored with boring other people about the awesomeness that is me.
My husband, for cheerfully tolerating the awesomeness that is me.
My children, for resisting their genetic proclivities.
My readers who, incomprehensibly, keep reading.
Thanks, y’all!
—MARY JANICE DAVIDSON
I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he’s going to mess me up.
—A WOLF AT THE DOOR, RADIOHEAD
I’ve got my dead stepmother working for the devil, I’ve got the devil, I’ve got my sister (the Antichrist), a half brother who’s teething like a moray eel, I turn completely evil in the future, my friend won’t stay dead, and my husband has been withholding sex since he found out I kill him once the magic’s gone. I don’t have time for werewolves. Besides, they’re fine. They’re hanging on the Cape, they’re doing werewolf stuff.
—BETSY, QUEEN OF THE VAMPIRES
Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody.
—THE SANDMAN, NEIL GAIMAN
AUTHOR’S NOTE
This book takes place after the events of Undead and Undermined. Probably. Betsy’s pretty sure. “Look, shit’s going down, all right? What am I, a walking, talking table of contents? I’ve gotta raise the dead and maybe shoot my sister between her baby blues. Stuff’s happening, okay?”
For Michael Wyndham’s backstory, see Secrets, vol. 6, “Love’s Prisoner,” and Secrets, vol. 8, “Jared’s Wolf.”
For Derik’s backstory, see Derik’s Bane.
For Boo Miller and Eddie Batley’s backstories, see “The Incredible Misadventures of Boo and the Boy Blunder,” from Kick Ass.
Also, the yuck-o jobs Eddie mulls over came from “Ten of the World’s Worst Jobs,” www.oddee.com/item_96873.aspx. Talk about small blessings.
Prologue
The werewolves were holding hands. They did not share kinship by blood or bond; their relationship was more like a protective secretary looking out for her clueless boss. Her extremely clueless boss.
The female leaned over and spoke softly in his ear. She wasn’t trying to be secretive. The werewolves across the table could hear every word. “We’ve been through this before.”
His nostrils flared. “You have.”
“And I’m still here.”
He seemed to take courage from that, from her neat designer suit, her unmarked face, her unchewed ears and dark eyes. “You’re still here. And so am I.” He glared across the table and she caught an unpleasant whiff . . . a cactus catching fire, maybe. Strong and sharp, enough to make the eyes water.
“Remember the rules,” she reminded him. Her hand was beneath the table, so the other werewolves couldn’t see her nails digging into him.
He swallowed a gasp and nodded. The rules. Right. Show no fear. Ideally, feel no fear. If you do, don’t show it. If you absolutely can’t help showing it, make the fear about something else. Anything else.
“Ow, my suit!” he yelped, and showily yanked her hand away from his lap. “My wife’ll kill me.”
“Nah,” one of the wolves across the table said. “She won’t.”
“Be worth it, though,” his partner said, leering at her blunt, small hand and unpolished fingernails. Rachael resisted the urge to make an obscene gesture or put one of his eyes out with her thumb.
“Won’t be anything left to kill, anyways,” his partner added, and they wee-hawed together like two of the three little pigs. Wee, wee, weeeee-haw!
“Quit that. Anyways is wrong, just like towards is wrong.” Oh, boy, she hated towards. More than plague, she hated towards. “Don’t get me started. Now if you two are through chortling,” Rachael snapped, “maybe we could get some work done?”
The werewolves, a little taken aback by the feisty tone, had a quick huddle at their end of the table (“She’s so little!” “Chortling? Who says chortling?”). Then they manned up (“Shouldn’t it be wolfmanned up?” “Why are you asking me these things? What’s wrong with you?”) and slammed down several thick folders bristling with Post-it flags. The least jarring color was a queasy pale green.
The burning cactus smell intensified, and her client slapped his hand on the table, hard; the crack! got everyone’s attention. “You need to understand . . . this is vital. You understand me, boys? I’m talking life or death here. Critical shit.” Their ears pricked forward. “Our records are one hundred . . . percent . . . accurate.”
“Balls.”
“What he said. This audit’s been coming a long time,” the older werewolf said, jabbing his thumbs at (weirdly) himself. “You’ve had years to get your shit together, years of half-assing it, but now time’s up. Now you gotta fight or flight.” He smiled. “And everyone in the room knows you’re not so good at the fight part.”
As one of the people in the room who knew that, Rachael said nothing. Her client
spoke instead. “I’m ready. We’re prepped; we can go anytime.”
“Oh-umm?” The younger werewolf paused, and Rachael smiled at the sight of him sifting scents and trying to match them to the wrong sounds. “You are? I mean, you can?”
“Sure.” It was amazing, she thought, how someone could smell so utterly different from one second to the next. The smallest boost to his confidence, and burnt cactus changed to orange bubblegum! “I just thought . . . I mean, I thought Michael . . .”
At the name of the Pack’s leader, all four werewolves eyeballed each other while pretending they weren’t. Rachael Velvela was in the room because she was Michael Wyndham’s cousin.
That was bad news for Tom Fritzi of Fritzi’s Fried Funnel Cakes (FunCakes™), who had been audited with a vengeance yet at first had no idea who she was. He’d hired her because he thought her last name was Velveeta and was so fond of fake cheese he kept her on after he realized the mistake.