The Accidental Human

Book 3: An Accidental Series

by Dakota Cassidy

Genres: Shifters; Vampires; Romantic Suspense

Synopsis

Wanda Schwartz is raking in the dough selling Bobbie-Sue Cosmetics—and she's a pro at recruiting new saleswomen. So, she's shocked when a man comes to one of her in—home parties-a very hot man. Heath Jefferson is sure to put some extra spin into a lot of women's color wheels.

When Wanda is diagnosed with a terminal illness, it doesn't have to be a death sentence. With a werewolf and a vampire for best friends, she has options that most ordinary people wouldn't. As Wanda ponders what to do about her mortality, Heath reveals he has secrets, and one of them is that his former bloodlust has turned into an old-fashioned lust—for Wanda. And he's already given up too much to lose the love of his lifetimes.

Release date: March 3, 2009

Publisher: Berkley

Print pages: 352

Sample

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Acknowledgements

 

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

 

EPILOGUE

PRAISE FOR THE ACCIDENTAL WEREWOLF

“Cassidy, a prolific author of erotica, has ventured into Mary Janice Davidson territory with a humorous, sexy tale.”—Booklist

“If Bridget Jones became a lycanthrope, she might be Marty. Fun and flirty humor is cleverly interspersed with dramatic mystery and action. It’s hard to know which character to love best, though: Keegan or Muffin, the toy poodle that steals more than one scene.”

—The Eternal Night

“A riot! Marty’s internal dialogue will have you howling, and her antics will keep the laughs coming. If you love paranormal with a comedic twist, you’ll love this book.”—Romance Junkies

“A lighthearted romp . . . [An] entertaining tale with an alpha twist.”—Midwest Book Review

 

MORE PRAISE FOR
THE NOVELS OF DAKOTA CASSIDY

“The fictional equivalent of the little black dress . . . funny, sexy, and a must-have accessory for every reader.”—Michele Bardsley, national bestselling author of Because Your Vampire Said So

“Serious, laugh-out-loud humor with heart, the kind of love story that leaves you rooting for the heroine, sighing for the hero, and looking for your own significant other at the same time.”

—Kate Douglas, author of Wolf Tales

“Dakota Cassidy is going on my must-read list!”—Joyfully Reviewed

“If you’re looking for some steamy romance with something that will have you smiling, you have to read [Dakota Cassidy].”—The Best Reviews

“Ditsy and daring . . . pure escapist fun.”—Romance Reviews Today

Berkley Sensation Titles by Dakota Cassidy

THE ACCIDENTAL WEREWOLF
ACCIDENTALLY DEAD
the ACCIDENTAL HUMAN

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

 

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PRINTING history

Berkley Sensation trade paperback edition / March 2009

 

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

 

Cassidy, Dakota.
The accidental human / Dakota Cassidy.—Berkley sensation trade pbk. ed.
p. cm.

eISBN : 978-1-101-01472-1

1. Women sales personnel—Fiction. 2. Selling—Cosmetics—Fiction. 3. Vampires—Fiction. I. Title.

 

PS3603.A8685A64 2009
813’.6—dc22 2008049049

 

DEDICATION

For my friends who love my craziness like a red-blooded male loves a good Victoria’s Secret catalogue: Diane Whiteside, Sheri Fogarty, Kira Stone, Michelle Hoppe, Angela Knight, Erin, Jaynie Ritchie,Vicki Burklund, and Kim Castillo.

A very special thanks to Terri Smythe, Michele Bardsley, and Renee George because—suuunnnschineeeee on my schoulders makes me haaaaapppyyyy. They’ll know what that means—I hope they know what they mean to me.

As always,The Babes and my Yahoo! group of “Accidental Fans”—you guys rule! Some fans that flew from parts near and far to come to my crazy book launch party—Amy, Kaz, Ali, and Alana—dudes, you da coolest.

My poor mother, Eleanor, who does everything for me but brush my teeth, and even then, she leaves a sticky note on my desk to remind me it’s a no-discussion rule.

My sons, Travis and Cameron, who’ve found deep meaning (and dinner) in the middle of two pieces of stale bread and a slice of pasteurized American cheese.Thanks for making due when I don’t have time to cook. Mommy loves ya.

My editor, Cindy Hwang, who so gets me and offered me the opportunity to finish this series that is so close to my heart. Leis Pederson, her assistant, who’s brilliantly organized and crazy awesome.

My agent, Deidre Knight, without whom none of this would be possible.

Nina Bangs, who, when I began writing just four years ago after reading so many of her books, inspired me to take paranormal romance to the place I call zany and made me feel like it was crazy cool, but above all, okay.

And always, Rob, who smiles fondly while the swirling cloud that can sometimes be me and my personality flits from place to place, but also because he’s taught me what it is to be loved by the real definition of a man. He cheers my successes, soothes my fears, and knows nothin’ says lovin’ like a Starbucks white chocolate mocha.

A very special thanks to Elaine Smythe. Here’s to a woman well loved, a battle well fought, a friendship forever remembered and cherished.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

 

To Wikipedia, Diane Whiteside (brilliant writer), whose knowledge of all things historical left me shamefaced and very grateful she’s my friend. To Gerianne Bliss, MD, who answered many of my medical-symptom-type questions. Also, to the Johns Hopkins website, and Iamtransgendered.com. And to all the women who may read this—please, please, see your gynecologist for regular checkups and pay it forward by hassling the crap out of the women in your lives to make sure they do, too.

CHAPTER 1

“Wanda?”

Damn. Not Nina. Not now. “Hey, Nina. What’s up?”

“What’s up? Did you just ask me what’s up all casual-like? Have you lost your fucking mind? How could you ask me what’s up? What the hell’s up with you?”

Wanda ran a shaky finger down her list of things to prepare for tonight’s Bobbie-Sue in-home party and answered distractedly, “I don’t know what you mean.” She braced the phone against her shoulder and put her pen behind her ear. Darn, had she made enough vegetable dip? Oh, God—vegetable dip was crucial to any in-home party. A clammy sweat accumulated on her palms as she grabbed her pen and searched her list of things to do for the amount of vegetable dip she’d made.

“What do you mean you don’t know what I mean? Were you up reading those stupid romance novels into the wee hours again? What’d I tell you about reading that shit? It’s bad for your eyes, it leaves you with unrealistic expectations of a man, and it keeps you up too late.Then you don’t get enough sleep, and lately, you really look like you could use some shut-eye.”

Running a finger over her throbbing temple, Wanda struggled to stay focused and ignore Nina’s gibe about her appearance. She had a damned-good reason why she looked so tired. Like the biggest reason ever.

A sob welled in Wanda’s chest, begging to be set free. Breathing. She was breathing. At least for the moment, anyway. Next week? Maybe not so much. “Look, lay off the romance novels, okay? They’re my escape and I’m not going to defend them to you for the millionth time. Besides, don’t make me break out the ‘alpha male’ card.You have one, and so does Marty. So again, I say, those romance authors can’t be far off the mark. Now, I’m lost, Nina, and I have tons to do before tonight’s Bobbie-Sue extravaganza. So what are you talking about and hurry up, you cranky night dweller. I have a Bobbie-Sue in-home party this evening, and I haven’t even begun to make my cheese log yet. Do explain and please, by all means, do it with your potty mouth. I learn new words to add to my truck driver’s vocabulary every day being friends with you.”

If Nina were still a breather, Wanda just knew she’d screech a frustrated sigh. Instead she huffed into the phone. “Oh, the fuck you don’t know what I mean, Ms. Schwartz. Where were you today?”

“Today?” Today . . . had there been anything else before today? Would there ever be anything else again?

Nina’s words hissed in her ear, screeching her perpetual infuriation. “Yes, today! You were supposed to meet Marty and me to do some shopping and have lunch, remember? You know, the ‘drag poor Nina down to the fucking fashion district and make her look at knock-off designer shit until her eyes bleed’ date we had today. I put on a ton of friggin’ sunscreen for this stupid shopping thing, Wanda. You so know what it’s like for me to be out in the sun during daylight hours, and you couldn’t even call to tell us you wouldn’t be there? I’m a vampire, for Christ’s sake, Wanda. A day trip is a lot of work for me. It’s an event. And I don’t even eat lunch anymore. Besides, do you know the hell I suffer when Marty drags me around, yapping constantly about my color wheels when you’re not there to shut her trap up?”

She’d totally forgotten about their lunch date. But Nina was still talking about Marty in the present tense. Which meant she’d graciously allowed her to live another day. Verrry generous.

Crap, how could she have forgotten something as important as lunch and shopping?

Because your life just came to a screeching halt this afternoon and the blue-plate special at Hogan’s with fries on the side are, in the scheme of life things, falling just a little short after today.

If she didn’t think of some excuse for why she hadn’t shown up, Nina’d drive her out of her mind with guilt, because Nina was a vampire, and it was a big risk to go out in the “fucking sun,” not to mention, it fried her like so much bacon. And Nina never let them forget the sacrifices she made for her friends—never.

She did, however, let them know in the way of the most colorfully foul language. Wanda had to admire Nina’s way of letting off steam, though—even if it made her cringe when they were in public. If only she could swear openly the way Nina did.

If there was ever a day to cuss up a blue streak—today was the day.

Today.

Her heart hammered in her chest with a rhythm so loud she could hear it in her ears. Where she’d been today had an easy enough explanation—but it had taken a turn down Complication Road quite suddenly and rather drastically. Wanda scrunched her eyes shut, forcing the darkest moment of her life to the back of her mind, and focused on Nina’s voice.

The one that was all filled with sarcastic guilt meant especially to make her feel like crap.

And Nina was good at it, too, because guilt settled in like a newly constructed house settles into its foundation.Wanda scrambled to make up something—anything to get Nina off her back. She had, after all, been the one to suggest they meet, have lunch, and then do what she and Marty did best. Shop. While they dragged a pissy, crabby, non-fashion-loving Nina behind them. But she was the crappiest liar evah, and how she was going to keep where she’d been today from her two best friends in the world, escaped her. It wasn’t like she could hide what had happened—eventually she’d have to spill. But she just wasn’t ready yet. “Uh—I—I had a Bobbie-Sue emergency.”

Brilliant. Because really, eye shadow emergencies happen hourly in the world of cosmetic sales.

What multilevel cosmetics saleswoman had emergencies so severe in nature they had to skip lunch and shopping with their two best friends?

It was makeup—not world peace, as Nina had so lovingly once reminded both Wanda and Marty, when they’d all been active recruits for Bobbie-Sue. Well, active was subjective for Nina. Nina had hated selling Bobbie-Sue, and, truly, if honesty sometimes went hand in hand with brutality, she’d blown at it. Major suckage. Nina’s sometimes bully-like nature didn’t make for many customers. Actually, that wasn’t true in retrospect. It had made for one, and that was only because Nina had scared the shit out of her, and while sobbing in fear for her life, she’d bought some foundation or something. Out of luck, and out of her stenographer’s job resulting from downsizing, no one had heard Nina kvetch more than she and Marty.

Finally, Nina had found a government-funded job-retraining program, and she’d willingly given up selling Bobbie-Sue to go off to college and become a hygienist. Which hadn’t worked out so well, seeing as on her first day she ended up accidentally bitten by her very first patient—who’d turned her into a vampire and then into his life mate.

Oh, the crises they’d seen each other through this past year or so.

“Wanda, are you paying attention?” Nina cut rudely into her thoughts.

She shook her dark head no, but said, “Uh-huh.”

“So what was the emergency?”

God, the suspicion she heard in Nina’s tone.What was this, the frickin’ Spanish Inquisition? Did she have to explain everything? “Just an emergency.” She allowed her voice to become vague.

Nina snorted into the phone. Wanda envisioned her tugging at her long, dark ponytail in irritation while her lips thinned. “Oh, reeeeaally? What happened? Did someone have a color wheel crisis? Lose their favorite lip gloss? Gouge out an eye with a mascara wand?”

Wanda’s face flushed with instant anger, and she had to grip the edge of her table to keep from telling one of her best friends in the world to shut the ef up.

She took a deep breath and rose from her chair to peek into her fridge at the festive canapés she’d picked up for the party. “Oh, knock it off, Nina.You’re always poking fun at my job, but it pays the bills. And I hate to be a braggart, but I do have a sky blue convertible from sales to those in color crisis. So stop snarking on me for selling cosmetics at Bobbie-Sue for a living and accept my deepest apologies for not showing up today.” Wench.

Nina tapped on the phone with what Wanda figured was her unpainted fingernail. “Yeahhh, sure, Wanda. Okay, and now, the truth, and don’t goddamn lie to me again. Not for one second do I believe you’d miss lunch and fucking shopping, Wanda—we are talking clothes here—because you had some Bobbie-Sue crisis. So spew,” she demanded in the way Nina was so gifted at.When Nina wanted something, she’d beat you up for it. If not physically, then with her potty mouth.

Wanda ran a hand over her grainy eyes. She did have a good reason. Just not one she was willing to share right now. She fought the sudden rush of tears and the lump in her throat. If she played up the fact that Nina was right—which Nina liked nothing more than to be—that’d shut her up. At least temporarily.

Appease, appease, appease. That was how to deal with Nina Blackman-Statleon. In fact, if appeasing were a qualification for a job, between Marty and Nina, Wanda’d have a Swiss chalet and a yacht. All she ever did with the two of them was appease them. Buffer their arguments—make nice. Stand between them when Nina threatened to rip Marty’s head off and shit down her neck. It was exhausting.

How the three of them had become friends should be on the list of the world’s greatest mysteries. Right up there with Stonehenge and crop circles.

But she loved them regardless, and if they had even the slightest sense of what was going on with her and why she’d missed their lunch/shopping date, they’d roll over her like a pair of Mack trucks and she just wasn’t up to that right now.

Not today.

So she gave in. “Hookay, you win. See me fly my white flag in defeat.You’re right, Nina. I’m a putz. A total a-hole for missing our date. It’s definitely the crappiest thing I’ve ever done. In fact, the friend police should come and haul my bad-friend butt away and throw me into the pokey. Happy?” Taking a deep breath, Wanda waited. She could mentally see Nina cocking her head, then absorbing Wanda’s statement, smiling with glib satisfaction.

Nina’s tone lightened instantly, even if her harsh words implied differently. “Damn right they should.”

Voilà. One cranky vampire pacified. “Okay, consider it done. I promise to turn myself in after my Bobbie-Sue party tonight. So is there anything else you want to rag on me for, or are we good to go for today?”

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t you make me sound like some nagging fishwife for giving a rat’s ass about you, Wanda. Don’t even. If it weren’t for you and Marty, I wouldn’t be doing all this sappy-crappy shit like caring or worrying or being BFFs.”

“If it weren’t for me and Marty, Nina, you’d have no BFFs,” she reminded her caustically. “And, yes, I know. We’ve dragged you kicking and screaming into the world of the sensitive, the courteous. We should hang our heads in shame. What were we thinking? Now mind your manners, you—you—meanie butt.”

“Oh, c’mon now. You can do better than that. Go on and call me something really shitty. Like a bitch. You know you want to,” she taunted back.

“I do not.”

“Do.”

“Nina?”

“Wanda?”

“Stop goading me. Jesus!You call me a nag? I don’t want to call you the B word. I’ll just sinisterly think it when I’m alone late at night, plotting your demise. And don’t think for one second I don’t think the words you throw around like you’re flinging mud. I do. I just don’t say them out loud, because it’s crass and un-Bobbie-Sue-like. Now, I do want to go back to what I was doing, which was trying to make a living, if that’s okay with you and the gestapo.”

Nina’s voice suddenly softened, something that had occurred more and more lately since she’d met her life mate, Greg. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? Marty and I were just worried is all. I mean, Jesus Christ, Wanda. We couldn’t reach you by cell, you weren’t at home, and I can’t remember a time when we couldn’t get in touch with you. It was shopping . . .”

Which seemed utterly insignificant and meaningless compared to what she’d found out today. Who needed a discounted pair of Cole Haan’s when . . . Wanda halted her thoughts with a sharp tug.

No. No efin’ way was she going to linger. She didn’t have time to linger. She had a business to run and desperate housewives to offer color wheel hope to. “Yes, it was shopping, and I blew it, and I’m going to have to chalk it up to my busy schedule as of late.The Bobbie-Sue ads in the paper have exploded, and I’ve been booking in-home parties left and right.”

“Do you still put those bullshit ads in the Register, Wanda? You know, the cryptic ones that say you can earn a buttload of money part-time, but really mean you have to sell your fucking soul and join the cult known as Bobbie-Sue?”

She’d get angry with Nina for mocking the multilevel sales techniques of Bobbie-Sue, but she was too damned wrung out. “Nina, sometimes you really can be the biggest of B words. It’s not cryptic, it’s enticing, and it’s written that way so people won’t miss the opportunity of a lifetime, you naysayer. Now, I really have to go, because I haven’t even begun my weenies in a blanket, not to mention my cheese log. Still love me?”

Nina snorted again, that derisive, skeptical sound she made when anyone broached the subject of a deep emotion. “Love schmove. What-ever. Just don’t do that to me again, got it? I hate to worry, and you made me worry. It pissed me off. The world just isn’t right if you aren’t hounding us about being on time to get somewhere or organizing our every breath.”

A brief smile flitted across Wanda’s lips, but her gut clenched and her skin grew clammy again. Who would keep her friends on track if she didn’t? “You’re eternally pissed off, and right now, it’s because you love me and you were worried, Queen of the Night. Now, go call Marty and tell her to stop the search party. I’m fine. Just busy. I’ll see if I can’t get my hands on some AB neg to make it up to you.” Being the rarest form of blood, AB negative was a treat for vampires, because it was so hard to come by, and Nina loved her some AB neg.

Nina cackled, her laughter crisp in Wanda’s ear. “You’re a real smart-ass these days, Wanda. I’ve been trying to figure out what’s been going on with you for months. You’re all fiery and mouthy, and under normal circumstances, I’d totally dig that in a fellow chick. But there can only be one mouthy woman in this trio from hell. I’m the mouthy one in this relationship, and don’t you forget it.”

Nothing had been going on for months—she’d learned to speak up, hanging out with Nina and Marty, but that was just personal growth.

Today, well, her mouthyness had a whole different motivation.

Wanda blew a strand of hair out of her face and glanced at her list. “Well, just get used to it. After hanging around you and Marty, I guess I got myself a spine. They were on sale at Wal-Mart. It was a two-fer deal. Buy a set of balls and get a spine for free. I needed one so I could stand upright between you two when you go at each other like mud wrestlers, now didn’t I? Besides, you only live once, right?” She slapped a hand over her mouth. Had she just said that? Shutupshutupshutup, you twit.

“No,Wanda. I don’t know. Remember? Eternal life here,” Nina joked.

Tracing a pattern over her small kitchen dinette table, Wanda felt that tightening in her throat again.Yeah. Eternal life. She knew. Okay, she had to go or she’d lose her focus and turn into a total pile of poo. “I remember. How could I forget that I’m the only one in this threesome that’s of the human persuasion—especially after paranormal-palooza?”

Nina’s sardonic laughter rang in her ears. “Yeah, we’ve had some shit fly, haven’t we?”

Indeed. The three of them had had more shit fly than a horse farm. Mucho shit. “We have, and now I’m going to go make stuff you can’t eat anymore, because blood is your beverage of choice. Byyyeeeeee, vampire.” Wanda clicked the phone off before Nina could find another reason to chew her a new one.

The moment she put the phone down, it rang again to the tune of “Love Story.”

Her caller ID said it was the other person she’d stood up today—Marty. Marty the werewolf. The person who was responsible for them all becoming friends, and Wanda’s first ever paranormal experience—first only to Nina the vampire, that is. Ironically, Marty, too, had been accidentally bitten by Keegan, her now husband, another one of those life mates that seemed to float all over the place completely unnoticed. If she were less secure, she might feel left out because she was so average, and she couldn’t fly like Nina or shift into a shag rug like Marty. Or for that matter, live forever . . . But life wasn’t meant to be eternal, not on purpose anyway.

But it could be . . . a voice, desperate and filled with fear whispered in her head.

Oh, shut the ef up already, she mentally warned her subconscious. It could not. What was meant to be was meant to be. Accidents happened, but you didn’t purposely seek immortality.

You didn’t.

Her phone kept chirping. Damn. If she took the call, she’d only get more of what Nina had given her—it’d just be minus the cranky and involve much less swearing. If she didn’t take the call, Marty would stalk her until she answered, and she couldn’t have that in the midst of a Bobbie-Sue event. It was unseemly.

With a heavy, reluctant hand, Wanda flipped open her phone and prepared for her next blast of shit. “Yes, Marty?”

Marty’s breathing was rapid when she spat her words out. “Where have you been, Wanda Schwartz? Do you have any idea how worried Nina and I have been about you? I know I’m going to basically live forever, but eventually, wrinkles will ensue, and I think I’m getting some around the sides of my mouth. Know why?”

Wanda put Marty on speakerphone and popped open her fridge, looking for the crescent rolls and mini weenies. “Why, Marty?”

Marty’s sigh crackled throughout Wanda’s kitchen, leaving a pinging, irritated reverberation. “Because you didn’t show up today! And we were shopping,Wanda. Shop-pppiiing,” her voice rose an octave, dragging out the word with an accentuation on the letter P. “Remember—discounted designer clothes? You’re the most predictable woman I know, and all of a sudden, out of the blue, no one can find you. It was like you fell off the face of the planet or something, and that’s so not like you. You don’t do unavailable. That’s Nina’s thing. Now, I want answers, and I want them this instant.”

Cracking open the tube of crescent rolls with a thwack against her countertop,Wanda sighed, too. She was too tired to take issue with Marty’s demanding tone. Though less abrasive than Nina, Marty could be just as much of an incessant nag. “I already explained this to Nina, Marty. I’m sorry about missing our lunch date and, yes, I know all about the sacrifices Nina makes when we do a day trip. God knows she reminded me using her favorite swear word of the day, but something came up, and I forgot all about it.”

Marty’s tongue clucked into the phone, admonishing her. “You never forget, Wanda.”

Sweet fancy Moses, was she really that predictable? Okay, so she liked things to run smoothly. Often.

All right, always.

Was it a crime to like things to come off without a hitch? Was she a bad person because she liked order and harmony in her world? Wasn’t the world a better place because of nitpicky whack jobs like her who didn’t know how to do anything without a list and a stopwatch? Would it even matter after today? “Well, today I did. Oy and vey, just shoot me for having a lot on my plate, would ya?” Clearly, the task of keeping this afternoon’s issue to herself wasn’t going to be simple.

“No. Nuh-uh, Wanda, you don’t get off that easy.”

“Easy? This being read the riot act is easy? You’d think I mis