Werewolves, Vampires, and a Cup of Hot Chocolate

 

 

 

 

 

My friend is coming over today. I expected her Tuesday, but then Life Happened. My life, as it turned out, rather than hers… which is somewhat out of the ordinary for us. My life is usually the boring one; Mercy’s is the interesting one.

I have to admit, that on the surface you would not have expected that Mercedes Thompson, Volkswagen mechanic extraordinaire, and I would be friends. I’m not really one for tinkering with cars and I have never even changed my own oil—though I have no doubt that I could do it, if I had to.

Mercy and I do have a certain shared history—completely unused history degrees for one thing. Hence the mechanic part for her and the lawyer-turned-stay-at-home-mom part for me. We’ve both studied martial arts, and we both spent much of our teenage years in love with someone who was waaaaay to old for us.

I met her by chance as I was wandering through Barnes & Noble but I knew we were going to be instant friends, because the first thing she ever said to me was,

“I didn’t realize he was a werewolf at first. My nose isn’t at its best when surrounded by axel grease and burnt oil—and it’s not like there are a lot of stray werewolves running around.”

Yup. Best friends. Moon Called, by Patricia Briggs

Which is how I wound up being there when she had to rescue her neighbor’s daughter when she was kidnapped. The fact that her neighbor is the Alpha of the local werewolf pack and her sometimes-boyfriend and that she had to call in that waaaaay too old (mostly) ex-love of hers for backup only complicated matters. I was also there when she fought demons, vampires, and a scary Native American water monster, and I helped her help the fae solve a murder mystery… or two.

Yeah, okay, Mercy Thompson is fiction. What’s your point?

She’s been a great friend.

I went to her wedding and she hung out with me for hours when I was in labor with the Pixie, and  she can always be counted upon to show up whenever I have a cold or am having a bad day… or just need to hang out. I stay up until the silly wee hours of the morning every time she comes over.

Frost Burned, by Patricia BriggsSo now that the interesting bits of my life are over (upon further reflection they weren’t all that interesting, just annoying), and Mercy and I are going to cook up couple of cups of Decedent Hot Chocolate. Which we probably won’t even get to drink because, rumor has it, we’re going to have to go save her husband’s life…

 

Do you want to hang out with Mercy, too? You can buy Moon Called and all the other Mercy Thompson books here.

Update: Instead of Decadent Hot Chocolate, try Divine Hot Chocolate (with Red Wine) — it tastes better, and is better for you, too! Or, if you don’t feel like wine today, you could give my Irish Hot Chocolate a try! 😉

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