Beastly Dreams – Gabrielle Landi (1)

It didn’t happen often. Most of the town had their rhythms and never changed. But occasionally, they had a few extra visitors, and having the food put up ahead of time to quickly open and serve a hearty stew or a delicious soup was something he would never take for granted again. If only he could afford to give her a raise. She deserved it. “Thank you,” he said quietly, wondering if she would know that he meant for more than just the soup.

She smiled up at him, and his whole day grew brighter. “You’re welcome,” she said, resting her hand on his shoulder for a moment before turning and walking back into the tavern. Roan was ready to tear his hair out of his head. He had been fighting the balance sheet for the past hour and was no closer to figuring out why he couldn’t make everything work properly. The fact that the numbers didn’t quite match wasn’t what bothered him. What bothered him was the fact that it seemed he was losing money.

He didn’t know how to stop it, but if he didn’t stop it, he could lose everything. Roan ran his hand down his face and sighed. This was not what he’d been hoping for. When he sat down to work on this, he’d been hoping to find that he had miscalculated and would be able to work it all out. Instead, he found more bills that he didn’t remember paying, and more vendors than he could expect to pay with the usual number of patrons his tavern hosted on a regular basis.

It all seemed rather hopeless, and he didn’t like hopeless. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” he said to Beastie, who was sitting at his feet, staring up at him. “I feel like I should be better at this, but I’m not, and I don’t know how to fix it.” It wasn’t a new problem. He’d first realized it was bad last winter, when he’d started trying to court Beatrice, the librarian.

That hadn’t gone well, of course—who could ever learn to love the town beast? All it had done was convince everyone that a beast was all he was. His grandparents had been a team—his grandfather doing the day-to-day running of the tavern, and his grandmother doing all the behind-the-scenes work, including the accounting. He’d hoped that he could find that, too.

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Paperback Cover by MoorBooks Dust Jacket by GetCovers Art by Katherine Macdonald Case Laminate Art by Jenelle Hovde Map by Cartographybird Editing by Lisa Henson 1kitap1.com/en Contents 1. Roan 2. Abigail 3. Roan 4. Abigail 5. Roan 6. Abigail 7. Roan 8. Abigail 9. Roan 10. Abigail 11. Roan 12. Abigail 13. Roan 14. Abigail 15. Roan Epilogue Also by Gabrielle 1kitap1.com/en Chapter One Roan RUNNING HIS FATHER’S TAVERN had never been easy, but tripping over his dog every other minute certainly didn’t make it easier.

Roan Alder clutched the ledger to his chest with one hand as he reached out to save himself from landing on his face, his fingers barely catching on the edge of his desk. He glared down at Beastie, who looked up at him with her long brown tail wagging. “You’re trouble, you know that?” he grumbled as he sat down at his desk.

Almost as much trouble as these numbers. Roan scowled at the numbers in the ledger in front of him. He had thought that as he grew more experienced, he would find it easier to turn a profit, but things were still getting worse. Poring over the accounts would only make him crankier. He slammed the ledger shut, getting to his feet and heading out the door of his office.

Beastie jumped to her feet and followed him, her long tail wagging and thumping against his thigh as she passed him in the doorway. He closed and locked his office door behind him as he made his way to the front room, where his patrons gathered, toasting each other after another long day. Normally, he would have enjoyed the levity, but not tonight.

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