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    Bitten
    Bitten by Lust Book 1
    By Morgan Black

    Bitten
    Published By Metamorphosis Books
    Copyright © 2014 Morgan Black
    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places or events are entirely the work of the author. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, or places is entirely coincidental.
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    “Mocha Latte Grande please!” I had to shout but I prayed the barista heard me. Without my infusion of coffee in the morning I was hardly manageable. She nodded slightly but didn’t make eye contact so I moved over towards the register hoping my drink would come up shortly, otherwise I would ask the girl at the register to help me. Nadia was already standing there holding her decaf tea. How she drinks that stuff I’ll never know. As I looked over her shoulder I noticed she was reading the company e-mail from that morning.
    “ Anything good?”
    She shook her head, “Not really. And it looks like my latest piece isn’t going to make it in Saturday’s paper either.”
    She shut her phone off and put it back in her Louis Vuitton bag.
    “Well you had a good run of it. But we all know how new editors are, never wanting to give the good spots to the veterans. But just give it a few weeks when all these newbies fade away and we’ll still be here writing the best work there is out there.” I was positive about this, this was my third editor since I began writing for The Gazette. I knew how things worked but Nadia was still pretty fresh and got nervous from time to time.
    She shrugged, “Whatever. Human plight isn’t really interesting anymore when readers have reality TV. I’ve no idea why I decided to go into human rights issues. Blah, and it’s so depressing. At least you write the gossip column.”
    “ HA! Yeah right. You mean when there’s a gossip column. My work hasn’t been in the Saturday paper in two months. And the only thing I’ve had in the Sunday editions are wedding announcements and obituaries. I’m so tired of writing the same old stuff. But…”
    “ Newspapers aren’t making the money they used to. Readership is down, ad sales are down, life sucks for writer,” she finished for me.
    “ Now where have I heard that before?” The barista had finally come to the registrar and I handed over my cash.
    Nadia l aughed, “Oh I don’t know from our super positive boss? Like seven days a week? What the hell was I thinking getting into newspapers?”
    She shook her head as we walked away from the register and prepared to stand out in the pouring rain on our way to the office. I put my umbrella up over both of us to shield us from the blinding rain but I knew it wouldn’t do much good. Seattle rain was the absolute worst. “Oh I don’t know, because you wanted a life of adventure!” She scowled at me as she felt the sarcasm dripping off my words and opened the door onto the busy street.
    We stood shivering in much too cold conference room all clutched onto our smartphones hoping t hat we would be the next writer to get a break on the front of the Sunday news. My hair was still damp from running through the rain but I couldn’t hold back my excitement as the boss walked in. Our biggest editor Mr. Hans McDermit was in his usual gray suit with buttons just bulging slightly around the his slightly to large middle. He was a big man and his charismatic way filled the room with energy as we all waited anxiously for his next big idea. What happened next, I