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Praise for the writing ofMaryJanice Davidson
Beggarman, Thief
Beggarman, Thiefis the perfect example of Ms. Davidson’s style. She writes original plots; combining
humor, occasional intrigue, and explosive attraction between the characters. This blend makes for a fiery
story that never disappoints. If you haven’t read Ms. Davidson’s work yet, don’t wait any longer. She is
not to be missed.
--Ansley ,Romance Junkies
Praise for the writing of Melissa Schroeder
Federation CTD: Voices Carry
I found myself literally glued to every page of this futuristic romance, enthralled by the very engaging
characters and an interesting and quick paced plot…VoicesCarry is a wonderful addition to my library
and Ms. Schroeder's name now belongs in my authorautobuy list.
--MireyaOrsini ,Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Praise for the writing of Camille Anthony
Light on her Toes
Camille Anthony does an excellent job creating a story and characters that are bound to draw readers
in. I look forward to reading more of her work.
-- Claudia,Fallen Angel Reviews
Beggarman, Thief, Federation CTD: Voices CarryandLight on her Toes are now available from
Loose Id.
CHARMING THE SNAKE
MaryJaniceDavidson
Melissa Schroeder! Camille Anthony
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For explicit sexual content and graphic language.
Charming the Snake
MaryJaniceDavidson, Melissa Schroeder, & Camille Anthony
This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing
locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or
are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments,
events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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“Savage Scavenge,” Copyright © March 2005 byMaryJanice Davidson
“Seducing the Saint,” Copyright © March 2005 by Melissa Schroeder
“Carte Blanche,” Copyright © March 2005 by Camille Anthony
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SAVAGE SCAVENGE
MaryJaniceDavidson
Dedication
For the readers who wanted to know more about Mutes.
This story takes place three months after the events inBeggarman, Thief.
Prologue
Summer 2072
Minneapolis, Minnesota
A-Block
Midnight
Jamie Day, blushing bride-to-be, stretched, scratched, and yawned.
“Grace, thy name is Jamie,” her fiancé observed.
“Off my case, metal man.It’s not my fault you’ve worn me out again.”
“Well, it certainly isn’t mine,” Mitchell said wryly. He pulled her close for a sweaty snuggle and stroked
her hair. “One of my PR people was up here again today,” he reminded her.
“So?”
“So, I think it’s time I announced my intention to make an honest woman of you.”
“Why? Why can’t we just get married downstairs -- or in here, even? And not make a big deal out of it?
Be honest -- like a judge wouldn’t come up here if you asked?If Mr. Mitchell Big Dick Zillionaire asked
for a favor?”
“Leave my dick out of it.”
“I’m just saying, why make a big thing of it? Why tell anybody, never mind your PR people?”
“Because I want the world to know you’re mine,” he said simply.
“Dammit! See, there you go. You say something like that and I just melt. How can I argue with that?”
she griped. “Easy: I can’t.”
“Excellent.”
“Oh, excellent, shut up with your excellent.I’m only letting you win this one because you said such a nice
thing.”
“Darling, I always win them; sometimes it takes a bit longer, that’s all. And Jamie, I have to ask... isn’t
there anyone you wish to tell?To share our day with?”
“No.”
“Because you could invite whomever you wish. The ballroom accommodates five thousand, but if you
need more, we can get married uptown. We --”
“There’s no one.”
“Ah... I know you were an orphan, but surely you have some friends?”
“No.”
“That’s ridiculous. Anyone as charming and, uh, gifted as you must have loads of friends.”
“You’re the only one who thinks I’m charming. And thieves aren’t well-liked in C-Block. It’s hard
enough getting stuff without worrying about somebody snatching it out from under you. We all pretty
much kept to ourselves.”
“That’s horrible.”
“It was a living, is all. Growing up, I had either allies or enemies. It wasn’t really a friend-type
environment.”
“Oh.”
“It’s no big deal.”
“I disagree.”
“Maybe there’s one woman I could ask,”she continued thoughtfully, “but she wouldn’t come.”
“Really?Who is she?”
“Never mind.Like I said, she wouldn’t come anyway. She’s really busy all the time, kind of digs into her
work.”
“Is she gifted like you?”
“It’sokay, Mitch, you can say it: mute. No, she’s not. But she’s one of those people on the fringe... if a
mute got hurt, you could go to her and she’d fix you up, and she wouldn’t tell the government about you.
There’s a whole bunch of underground doctors and clinics. She’s the best one. But I wouldn’t say she’s
a friend, exactly. Like Isaid, more an ally than a pal.”
“I’d like to meet her.”
“Never happen. She never leaves B-Block.”
“West St. Paul?”
“Right.We come to her to get fixed; it’s not the other way around.”
“It makes me feel bad,” he admitted, “that you have no one to attend our wedding.”
“Well,” she pointed out, “now I’m one of those annoying women whose entire life revolves around her
boyfriend.”
“Husband,” he reminded her, with a light kiss.
“Right, right.”
Chapter One
Minneapolis, Minnesota
B-Block
8:35 a.m.
Dr. GladysLoder glanced up from her cornflakes when she heard Jamie’s name, and waved a hand in
front of the feed. A picture popped up, accompanying the news story.
“...announced her engagement to billionaire developer Mitchell Hunter, recently known for donating the
Moon Rock to the Minneapolis Science Institute. Ms. Day is from South St. Paul.”
“South St. Paul!” Gladys snorted, nearly sneezing into her cereal. “Call it what it is, you feel-good
morons.”
“The couple has plans for a European honeymoon.”
Gladys raised her eyebrows until she thought they’d fall off her head.European honeymoon? Jamie Day?
That blue-haired, sticky-fingered, sharp-tongued mute? The girl was an absolute magnet for trouble;
Gladys had lost track of the number of times she’d set an arm or leg for the charming crook.
And now she was marrying Mitchell Hunter?The country’s most eligible bachelor? How hadthat
happened? The last Gladys knew,Jamie was still lifting pretties for Brennan. Now she had gone straight
(ha!) and was getting married to no less than Mitchell Hunter. The man’s breeding was impeccable; he
could trace his family back to Ellis Island. Jamie, of course, couldn’t trace her family back even one
generation.
Did he know?
Would she tell him?
Gladys scraped the last of the skim milk out of her cereal bowl. It wasn’t her business, either way. Jamie
was a good kid; she deservedevery happiness . If Mr. Hunter knew his bride-to-be had special gifts, it
wasn’t her problem, or her business. And if he didn’t, that wasn’t her problem, either.
She wondered if they would try to have a baby.
Chapter Two
Twelve hours later, pleasantly exhausted from the clinic, Gladys went out to the small patio and picked
three grapefruits from the dwarf tree she had been coddling. Unlike the fruit she saw on TV or in the
store, the skin on these fruits was an ugly greenish-brown; from the pollution, she knew. They didn’t look
pretty, but they tasted great and were better for her... was there a message in that? The fruit in the stores
was bleached and prettied up, and that’s what everybody wanted.
Hmm.
She studied the tree and made a mental note to buy more fertilizer, pretending that lugging it to the eighth
floor wouldn’t be agiganto pain in the cheeks. The things she did for the stupid tree!
Notthat such things neededthat much work these days, not once the botanists got done with them.
Steady watering, some fertilizer, watch the roots, take it inside if it was going to get below freezing. It
was hard to believe the Minnesota winters used to be so cold, tropical fruits wouldn’t grow.
She glanced out and saw the distant silver gleam of the river. Four years ago, she’d rented the
two-bedroom, one-and-a-half-bath apartment because it was convenient to work; the view (the veryvery
veryvery faint view) of the Mississippi River was a bonus.A four-hundred-dollar-a-month bonus. Now
Gladys was sorry she hadn’t taken the cheaper apartment on the third floor; she almost never noticed the
view, and never appreciated it.
She went back inside, juiced the fruit, and pulled the latest pill-pakout of her purse. She sat down at her
small kitchen table and frowned at the tiny pearl-colored tablets. This would be the first day of the sixth
week she was taking them.
Difficult to believe they were so hard to get; for her, it had been quite simple. A colleague had written the
scrip without a blink; she’d had it filled at the localValu -Mart, as well as picked up a bottle of
Coca-Pepsi.
Was she really going to do this thing? It wasn’t like a library book; you couldn’t take it back, and the
fees weren’t small, either.
Well, she thought, popping a pill out of its protective packet and swallowing it with a sip of juice,it’s not
like I’ve got candidates knocking down my door, anyway.
Then her patio door split down the middle.
Chapter Three
Although Gladys had worked emergency wards for half a decade and was used to any manner of
startling happenings, the suddenness of the man’s entry shocked her into immobility. Her immediate
thought was that there had been an accident.Other than the one that wrecked her glass door, rather.
“Gods, are you all right?” She had dropped her juice, but the plastic cup held. The same could not be
said of the door.
He was shaking glass out of his dark red hair, so dark it was almost purple. “What?”
When he looked at her, she saw his eyes were a lighter shade of red, the color of cherry cough drops.
She couldn’t believe he walked around like that... wasn’t he afraid of being picked up? Wasn’t he afraid
of scaring people?
He said it again, louder: “What?”
Oh, dear.A mute. And, as in many cases, a not terribly bright one, either. She stepped closer and raised
her voice.“Are.You.All.Right?”
“I will be as soon as you stop yelling,” he said cheerfully. Glass crunched beneath his boots as he came
further into the room. “Yucka, my ears are still ringing!”
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  PraiseforthewritingofMaryJaniceDavidson Beggarman,Thief Beggarman,ThiefistheperfectexampleofMs.Davidson’sstyle.Shewritesoriginalplots;combininghumor,occasionalintrigue,andexplosiveattractionbetweenthecharacters.Thisblendmakesforafierystorythatneverdisappoints.Ifyouhaven’treadMs.Davidson’sworkyet,d...

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