Dragon Council Proclamation: In order to remain undetected by mundane humans on Earth, The Dragon High Council has decided peace between the Sídhí races is critical. Therefore, all Sídhí Valleys will participate in a summer camp hosted by Dragon Valley. It is believed the unique blending of races within the summer camp will achieve the first step toward peace. Participants shall include the eldest two teenage children (or direct descendants) of each council member... moreDragon Council Proclamation: In order to remain undetected by mundane humans on Earth, The Dragon High Council has decided peace between the Sídhí races is critical. Therefore, all Sídhí Valleys will participate in a summer camp hosted by Dragon Valley. It is believed the unique blending of races within the summer camp will achieve the first step toward peace. Participants shall include the eldest two teenage children (or direct descendants) of each council member. Participation in the Peace Camp is not optional. If any Sídhí Valley refuses to participate, all known gateways within that valley will be shut down immediately. NOTE: A copy of this proclamation has been dispatched to the governmental bodies of all known valleys. ~ ~ ~ ~ Is Jared an answer to prayer or her worst nightmare? Seventeen-year-old, Katie McQuillen is a halfling (vampire/elf mix) in a world where halflings are not acceptable members of polite society. Unfortunately, her grandpa is chairman of the Vampire High Council and she is forced into attending a summer camp meant to create peace between the Sídhí races. She is in the middle of Sídhí puberty - going from scrawny to beach bunny in less than three weeks - when she and her twin brother arrive at camp. Camp starts off with a bang when vampire hottie, Jared Andrews, becomes one of her new seven cabinmates, especially when he can't keep his eyes off her. But is he interested in her, her family's money, or her blood? She might actually enjoy summer camp, if she can stop finding dead bodies and if people stop trying to kill her. ~ ~ ~ “And I saw you snitching that last slice of coconut cream pie mom made. You should be ashamed of yourself for not sharing with your beloved twin brother.” She grinned as Mitch walked toward her. He was so busy teasing her he didn’t notice the slowly rotating ceiling fan. For all his teasing, she should let him walk into the fan, but his head would break her ceiling fan. “Mitch,” she said, pointing up at the fan in warning. He ignored her, chattering on about how much she was eating during puberty. He was almost there. “Mitch!” She waved her hand to stop him, waiting for the inevitable ker-chunk. “Aargh!” He bellowed and his eyes bugged out. Ducking at the last minute, he neatly avoided the thin wooden blade of the fan. Looking up, he glared at the fan. Katie’s laughter filled the room. Talk about priceless. Though, she was glad his cement-hard head hadn’t broken her ceiling fan. “Very funny, Katie. Ha. Ha,” he grumbled, turning his good-humored glare on her; his lips twitched, trying not to laugh with her. “I tried to stop you.” “Just wait until you start your growth spurt. Next week you’ll be whining and complaining that nothing fits anymore.” “I think it might be sooner than next week. I’d guess a couple of days max.” Her clothes were loose, but they irritated her skin. Every time she moved, she felt the brush of her shorts and soft cotton halter-top slide against her sensitive skin. Her skin had started tingling yesterday afternoon. She sighed in resignation, being tender was normal a few days before she started the final growth spurt. “Honestly,” Katie said. “I can’t wait. I’m so sick of wearing boys slim cut jeans. To think, I’ll actually have…” “La! La! La! La!” He loudly bellowed with a sick look on his face and fingers stuck in his ears. “I was just going to say hips,” she said, planting her hands on her hips. She grinned at his pained expression. He gave a long-suffering sigh and removed his fingers. She couldn’t resist the urge to tease him. “Oh, and I’ll finally have boobs.” Her giggles turned to laughter as his mortified expression turned beet red. He tried to say something, but only a gurgle came out, while the tips of his pointed ears turned rosy red. less
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