Just in time for the holidays, Kate SeRine is back with a holiday novella in the Transplanted Tales series. Grab Better Watch Out as Seth, “Big Bad” Wolf, senses something dark in the winter wind. Something deadly that threatens the peace and happiness he’s finally found. Read the prologue & enter the giveaway before grabbing your copy!
Better Watch Out by Kate SeRine
Miscast as the villain most of his life, Seth “Big Bad” Wolf never believed he would get his very own happily ever after—until he found it with Lavender Seelie, Cinderella’s former fairy godmother and the Tale whose magic transplanted them from Make Believe to the ordinary human world. But now, as the holidays draw near, Seth senses something dark in the winter wind, something deadly that threatens the peace and happiness he’s finally found. And one thing’s for sure—whatever evil is coming to town better watch out, ’cause there’s nothing Seth won’t do to protect his family, even if that means unleashing the full fury of the wolf he keeps caged inside…
Read the Prologue
Prologue
M |
onsters are real.
I don’t give a shit
what you’ve been told. Those brave reassurances from well-meaning parents meant
to assuage childish fears that torment you in the lonely, murky darkness? Total
bullshit.
The shadows that
slither across the walls, undulating with foul purpose, just on the edge of
moonlight? Exactly what you feared. Monsters in the closet, ready to pounce.
Under the bed, waiting to grab your innocently dangling feet and drag you down
into their hellish realm, eager to tear the flesh from your bones and devour
your soul.
I would know.
I’ve spent most of
my life hunting monsters down, bringing them to justice—dead or alive—even before I was cursed to become a monster myself. Then the
hunter became the hunted, living life on the run, hiding in those very same
shadows I knew harbored the worst abominations.
I thought it’d be
better after we Tales were transplanted to the Here and Now, living among the
very same Ordinary humans who’d told our stories for centuries. But freed from
the constraints of our narratives, the monsters that had once been confined by
plot and characterization and literary conventions were made flesh. And once
more, I was forced to bring them down, even while trying to keep myself from
being pinned with every attack on Tales and Ordinaries alike.
Then I met her. Lavender Seelie. Former fairy godmother to Cinderella
and currently my heart, my love, my life. When she came crashing into my
world—quite literally, actually—I realized just how empty my life had been. And
this beautiful, powerful force of nature filled my world with light and love,
healing my broken places, giving my life purpose again.
Together, we’ve
battled not only our own demons, but also the monsters who threatened
everything we’d built in the Here and Now and everyone we care about. Loving
Lavender has given me the kind of strength that I’d always imagined I had but
had never actually realized. And then she blessed me with the most amazing gift
of all—she loved me in return, despite all my failings and mistakes and
self-pity.
I owe her my life.
And for the last
five years, we’ve lived in blissful quiet, healing each other’s wounds,
building our own little corner of the world, confronting whatever came our way
with the kind of courage that only being truly loved can inspire. And when we
were blessed with our daughter Violet, that courage increased ten-fold.
Holding that baby
girl in my arms for the first time made me feel invincible. Me.
Seth Wolf. You’d know me better as the Big Bad Wolf, one of the most
hated and hunted Tales in both Make Believe and the Here and Now. The same guy
who had—once upon a time—been so devoid of hope that he’d kept a silver bullet
hidden in a book of poetry, a last resort in case the monster ever completely
consumed the man. I’m a big guy and my wolf is pretty
impressive. But I’m definitely not bad. Just
misunderstood and profiled by people looking for someone to blame.
Okay, yeah, back in
Make Believe I’d had a history with Tess Little, aka Little Red Riding Hood.
But I wasn’t some predatory asshole stalking her in hopes of a hot lunch. She
was a grown woman, and we were lovers. And the only harm I ever did was break
her heart—and my own, for the record. But that was a long time ago and we’re
still close friends, our paths crossing again while she was investigating a
gruesome series of murders (for which I was a suspect, of
course) a year or so before I met Lavender—which, coincidentally, was a
meeting engineered by Red.
And don’t get me
started on the Pigg brothers. Those pricks were fleecing people out of their
hard-earned money with their shoddy building practices. They got what was
coming to them.
So, yeah, what
you’ve read about me is bullshit.
These days I’m a
husband, a father, a restauranteur and chef…hell, I’m even the de facto law enforcement, the local representative of the
Fairytale Management Authority—or FMA—in the little town of Tales we call the
Refuge. My life is perfect now—as quiet and calm and blissfully happy as I’d
always dreamed.
So, what the hell was
my problem?
As the holiday
season ramped up, Christmas just a week away, my wife and daughter literally
glowed with excitement and joy (hey, they’re fairies; it’s their thing) as they
looked forward to all the festivities, the time with family and friends, the
visit from Santa. But I had reverted to my old
brooding ways.
The truth is, I
didn’t trust this perfect peace. Still didn’t think I deserved it. And I missed
the monsters.
I mean, not the actual monsters. They could fuck off and die. But it was
what I knew, what I could control, especially before, when I’d only had me to
worry about.
I missed the
adventure, the hunt, teaming up with the woman I love to kick some ass… I
wanted that again. Wanted the danger, the adrenaline
rush, the victory over evil, the feeling that I’d made the world just a little
safer, a little better for the people I care about.
And, hell, I don’t
know…maybe it was because I was a dad now that I felt
it was a moral imperative to protect my sweet girl and every other child from
the foul, vicious, malignant miscreants I knew were out there, waiting to
strike.
I had to do something.
The inactivity was
driving me crazy. I couldn’t just sit on my ass and let everyone else deal with
the dangers of the world. Otherwise, what good was I? What did it matter that
I’d once been a formidable force against every evil under the sun and every
villain hiding in darkness?
But, as the saying
goes, be careful what you wish for.
’Cause one thing’s
for sure: When you’re a Tale, you better watch out wishing for monsters to
darken your doorstep. You never quite know what the
hell could be coming to town…
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Thank you Debbie!
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DeleteI haven't started this series yet, but I plan to at some point. Love that there is a holiday book in the series.
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