A Modest Proposal

For Preventing Immigrants And Refugees From Being A Burden And For Making Them Beneficial To The Economy. Written for the Universal Improvement of Australia by Jonathan Twit.A young adult paranormal romance from bestselling author C.M. Stunich...Sylvia's parents have just dropped a bomb on her.A big one.A colossal one.When they told her she could open an early Christmas present, she never expected ears and a tail, especially not connected to her person. Sylvia is just fine with being boring, thank you very much, and she would certainly prefer not to spend Christmas howling at the moon.With the most important date of her life tied to the holiday, Sylvia's going to have to decide if she should tell her high school sweetheart the truth: I'm a werewolf.***A WEREWOLF CHRISTMAS is a 24,000 word novella from International Bestselling Author C.M. Stunich. This is a fun, campy young adult romance with a paranormal twist and a whole lot of Christmas cheer. Plus, it has a happy ending and can be read all by itself for a complete story or continued with A WEREWOLF NEW YEAR'S.ALSO BY C.M. STUNICH (and her pen name, Violet Blaze)-Real Ugly (FREE! A Rockstar Romance)"A WEREWOLF CHRISTMAS" EXCERPT“Sylvia, on Christmas Day, when the sun goes down, when the moon is full—”“I'm going to turn into a werewolf and howl at the moon?” I joked. Both of my parents stared at me like I was nuts. But not in the way that you might think. They weren't giving me a look that said I was being silly or rude or anything of the sort. They were looking at me like I'd guessed right. That was the strangest part of it all. “Um, hello?” I asked as they continued to stare in silence. Without another word, my mother stood up and unbuttoned her skirt. “Mom?” She dropped it to the floor. I continued to wait, expecting some kind of explanation. Was this a joke? It had to be, right? It had to be. Had to be. Had to … My mom slipped off her camisole, and I wrinkled my nose as I caught sight of her lacy bra. Nasty. Mom wears lingerie? That is just gross. When she started to take that off, too, I looked away and stared at the pile of presents like they were the only things in the room. I had to think that way, you know, or I'd be scarred for life, too.“Sylvia,” my mother said, but I wouldn't look at her. I didn't want to see my mom naked. For any reason. “Look at me!” Her voice was garbled, low and deep, not like her at all. I snapped my attention back to my mother and found … something. A melding, shifting, shaking mass of skin and fur and all sorts of craziness.I screamed.“Sylvia,” my father soothed as I scrambled back across the white carpet and slammed into the Christmas tree. A shiny, red bulb fell right off the branch and smacked me in the head. I hardly noticed. My mother was melting, growling and changing into a monster right before my eyes. It was unbelievable.I kept screaming.