The document is a fictional story centered around characters lawrence, trevor, and lilianna anima, set in a New Orleans backdrop that explores themes of romance and supernatural elements. Lilianna seeks help from lawrence and trevor regarding her mysterious identity, leading to a dynamic interaction filled with wit and tension. The narrative combines humor and intrigue as the characters navigate their entwined fates amidst romantic undertones.

1. The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf:
A New Orleans Threesome
A Ravenous Romance® Original Publication
Louisa Bacio

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ISBN-13: 978-1-60777-404-4
This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or
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3. Dedication
For my husband, who introduced me to the passion of New Orleans,
and my girls who fill me with constant love. Thanks goes to my parents,
friends, and family for continued support, and to the writing-friends at Savvy
Authors. Our sprints pushed me through some exciting chapters.
And finally, molto grazie to my agent, Saritza Hernandez at the L.
Perkins Agency and my publisher Ravenous Romance for planting the
suggestion of a “paranormal threesome.”

4. Chapter One
Lawrence
“I thought you two were supposed to hate each other.”
The question came out of the darkness, and beneath him, Lawrence
could feel Trevor’s muscles flex, as if his werewolf lover were readying
himself for combat.
The coppery taste of Trevor’s blood filled Lawrence’s mouth, and he
stroked his tongue over his lips, making sure to catch every drop, always
careful to avoid the sharp points of his teeth. By now, the act had become
more than second nature. A young vamp had only to cut his tongue a few
times on his own teeth before learning an ever-after lesson. As for
Lawrence, he’d learned that trick of the trade more years ago than he’d care
to count.
“And where did you get that mythos? That saccharine ’tween series that
teaches abstinence?” Lawrence retorted, talking while getting a bearing on
their intruder. “No one has sex in those stories. Just because the elusive and
tortured vampire and the lovely nubile werewolf pretend not to like each
other, doesn’t mean that the entire species feels the same way.”
As she stepped out of the darkness and into the shadows, her beauty
struck him: petite, but muscular, well built, and well proportioned. Legs that
took up more than half her body length, with a tanned creaminess that most
people associated with beach bunnies slathered in silky suntan oil. Oh, baby,
he could almost smell the sweet coconut allure and feel the sun’s warm rays
from memory alone. Her short red leather skirt provided plenty of bare thigh
to draw him in.
From the feel of Trevor’s cock growing hard against Lawrence, he
obviously liked the way she looked, too. They had shared women in the past,
but this one carried an air about her. A magnetism that called to him.
She took another step forward and stood directly beneath a light, the
gold streaks in her red hair shone. She glanced up. As if on cue, the bulb
flickered, sending out waves of darkness, until it shattered and went dark.
She took another step forward, high-heeled boots crunching on broken glass.
“Holy shit,” Trevor said. “Law, let me up.” Trevor pushed against
Lawrence with his hips.
After shifting his own straining member aside, Lawrence un-straddled
Trevor’s body. The minute their bodies lost contact, he immediately missed
Trevor’s comforting heat. Nothing like a were-boyfriend to keep one’s bed
warm in winter.

5. “If left alone for too long,” Lawrence continued on his oft-spoken
fantasy, “I’m sure the two haters would eventually become lovers.”
“That’s enough Lawrence,” Trevor said. “I’m sure our uninvited guest
came here for a reason, and it’s probably best we hear what it is.”
The hair on the back of Trevor’s neck rose up beneath Lawrence’s
fingertips. His senses on high alert, Lawrence could see the outer edges of
Trevor’s nostrils flare out as if he was trying to catch her scent.
“She doesn’t smell right,” he said, whispering under his breath. “Not
human … at least not totally, but I’m not sure what else.”
“That’s what I’m hoping you’ll help me figure out,” she said, walking
closer. “I need to know what I am, and I heard that you two may be able to
help me.”
With his hand extended, Trevor looked absolutely regal in his khaki
pants, despite not wearing a shirt. He’d been working out the past few
months, and the muscles on his chest stood out. He’d certainly buffed up
since that night Lawrence found him beaten and near death in the alley.
“I’m Trevor Pack,” he said, offering his hand to their female guest.
“This is my partner Lawrence Justice. And who might you be?”
“Lilianna Anima,” she said, “but my friends call me Lily. At least they
used to. The past year, I’ve lost most of them.”
She ran her fingers through her hair, and the corner of her eye twitched
as if she had been reading too much, and sleeping not enough.
“First, I’d like to know how you got in here,” Trevor said, stepping in
front of Lawrence, and spreading out his stance. “And then, who sent you to
us. We run an after-hours bookstore. I’m not quite sure how we’re supposed
to help you with anything, unless you’re looking for some sort of rare, first-
edition release.”
The lights above flickered, and with a quick glance upward, Lawrence
interjected. “Don’t mind the manners of my young partner, Ms. Anima. Why
don’t you make yourself comfortable, and I’ll make you some tea.”
With his hand on her lower back, Lawrence led her over to a black and
white ’50s-style dinette set in the corner. Although they lived in an oversized
loft, the living space had been broken down into different sections: kitchen,
dining area, living room, and sleeping quarters. Within the middle space,
high Asian-influenced black partitions separated the area. Around the
outside of the floor, they had installed walls to afford privacy in the
bedrooms.
As soon as Lilianna sat in the chair, her bravado deflated. Shoulders
hunched forward, she rested her chin in the palms of her hands, and shook
her head, as if she wasn’t quite sure what she was doing there. Lawrence

6. motioned to Trevor to sit next to her, and he placed the teakettle on to boil.
After more than 180 years of being in this world, Lawrence had learned that
a soothing cup of chamomile tea with lavender honey calmed just about
anyone’s nerves. And Ms. Anima looked to need a shot of whiskey in her
brew too.
“So Ms. Anima, has anyone ever told you that your last name means
‘soul’ in Italian?” Lawrence asked.
“Not in the first five minutes of conversation,” she replied. “Has
anyone ever told you that your name, ‘Law Justice,’ is a bit redundant?”
“Ah, touché. But when you get to be my age, you get to choose your
name,” he said. “And I’m such a fan of irony. Isn’t that true, Mr. Pack.”
Trevor’s laughter expanded the space, pushing out the negative vibes
surrounding Lily. She looked at him with a smile of her own, and
Lawrence’s heart did a little lurch. While he couldn’t read minds outright, he
could very much read people, and something told him that Ms. Anima would
bring some pain and joy into their lives.
As Lawrence poured the hot water into three china cups, he readied
himself for the conversation to come. Either they would turn the lonesome
creature away from their home and refused to help her, or they would open
the future to the unknown. He laid a slice of lemon onto each matching
saucer and carried all three to the table. One look in Lily’s eyes, and
Lawrence knew the choice already had been made. An option had never
existed.
She studied the blue floral pattern on the china, dragging her ring finger
around the delicate edge before picking up the cup and taking a slow sip.
She closed her eyes, and he could imagine the warm liquid flowing down
her equally delicate throat. Above the rim of his own cup, Trevor met
Lawrence’s gaze and he lifted his eyebrows in question. Lawrence reached
over and placed his hand on Trevor’s, sending an assurance that all would be
well.
Lily opened her eyes, and took in their clasped hands. “Who’s the
alpha?” she asked, disarming Lawrence’s sympathy.
“We have a long history together,” Trevor said, in explanation. As if
that wasn’t the understatement of the decade, Lawrence thought, stifling
further comment.
“Plus, having a werewolf as a lover,” Lawrence said with a slight
laugh, “definitely has its furrr-inge benefits. You should try it someday.”
“Do you come as part of the deal?”