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I’m tired of being quiet, and patient, and following directions.
But most of all, I’m tired of the endless pause my life has become. I’m going to find the men who took the one person in this world I can trust.
I’m gonna get back the brother I lost or I’m gonna die trying.
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This novella is the prequel to the new Dirty, Dark, and Dangerous romantic suspense duet that I’m writing. The next full-length book is due to be released the end of June and the second and final book is due in late September.
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Red & Wolfe
Part One
an erotic fairy tale
By Ella James
Red & Wolfe
Part One
an erotic fairy tale
By Ella James
Chapter One
RED
Dear Grandma,
I’ve never written you before, so this is weird.
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Dear Gertrude,
I know you don’t know me, but I know you. Aaaaand I sound like a stalker.
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Dear Gertrude,
Hi, it’s me. Your granddaughter. The one you’ve never met. I know it’s been a long time. My whole life, in fact, but
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Dear Gertrude,
My name is Red. I am your granddaughter. I’d like to meet you. I know you and my mom were estranged. She told me you didn’t want to see us when I was younger, but it would be nice if you would give me a chance. I’m a writer, like you. Okay, not like you per se. That would be something of a stretch. I haven’t won a Pulitzer, and I’m not a poet, but I worked for the Boston Journal until recently, when I was laid off. I was a courts reporter, then an art critic.
I don’t have any family except you. I need money. Or a friend. Or both. But I’ll get nothing, because I’m too proud to send this e-mail.
My rent is late. Like…really late. I’m eating ice cream by the gallon and over-using Mr. Happy, my huge, purple, LELO rabbit vibrator. That’s because my boyfriend left me…for a dude. Yeah, I know. It’s fucking weird. It sucks.
