Bad Sun Rising

   There is a place where the supernatural, the paranormal and the natural world meet. Ivy and Coly Braxton are sibling werewolves living in this border town and they're a little odd, even for the supernatural and paranormal worlds, and not just because their family is unaffiliated with any pack. Starting with their under the table jobs as fixers, throw in a shady new neighbor in the mansion down the highway and a mortal lover who knows nothing about the magical world and the weight of all three realms are suddenly on their shoulders. They are just beginning a journey and they're going to learn things about the magical world that they don't even know. 

 

Here's an excerpt:

 

   "Ashley!" Ivy shouted as she strode into the witch's house and made a direct line to the stove. Her arm was clasped over her chest, making sure the tarp wrapped around her remained snug. "What happened to that curse you placed on me so that my clothes would magically return to me when I shifted?"

   "It should still be in place," Ashley answered, chopping a ginger root on the cutting board.

   "Then why am I wearing a tarp? And what of this can I eat?" Ivy all but licked her lips at the two simmering pots on the stove. Whenever in a witch's home, one must always be careful that the boiling pot is actully stew and not some hex. She was hungry, though, her recent activities having worked up an appetite. While one hand remained on the tarp, the other grabbed a spoon, letting it hover over the stove as it awaited the verdict. 

   Pointing at the pot closet to Ivy, he said, "That one. The curse only returns what you were wearing. So someone magically banished your clothes, or you were naked to begin with . . . Ivy, is there something you want to share?"

   She took a long time swallowing a spoonful of the delicious stew. Looking down at the pot, she tried to hide the terrible tattle-tale of a blush spreading over her cheeks. Finally, she mumbled, "No."