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Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Release Day Blitz: Blackout by Dannika Dark


The highly anticipated next installment in the 
CROSSBREED series is now available!!



Blackout
(Crossbreed Series, Bk #5)
by Dannika Dark


Blurb:

The fate of millions rests on Keystone when they embark on their most important assignment of all…

After what was supposed to be a simple job, Raven and Christian uncover a sinister plot against the higher authority, and the stakes are as high as the body count. The assassins are merciless, with anyone who stands in their way becoming collateral damage. Meanwhile, Raven is still struggling to make sense of her feelings for Christian following a memory wipe.

During a blackout, the city erupts into chaos. With Breed on the brink of war, Keystone has only twenty-four hours to complete a secret mission. Raven seeks help from the most unlikely of places, but at what cost? 

It’s a race against time to save lives in this explosive installment of the Crossbreed series.



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Keystone
(Crossbreed Series Book 1)


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Ravenheart
(Crossbreed Series, Bk #2)


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Deathtrap
(Crossbreed Series, Bk #3)


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Gaslight
(Crossbreed Series, Bk #4)


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About the Author


Dannika Dark is the USA Today Bestselling Author of Urban Fantasy Romance and Paranormal Romance books. Her books have sold more than 2 million copies worldwide, and she is a 2016 Audie Awards finalist. In addition to writing about supernatural worlds, Dannika is passionate about graphic design and creates all her own covers and series art. When not writing in her cave, she enjoys indie music, reading, Netflix, heaps of chocolate, and unleashing her dark side. 





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Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Release Day Blitz: The Case of the Sexy



A cozy mystery with a tongue-tied nerd of a history professor tempted by a gorgeous graduate student and millions of dollars if he can solve one of history's greatest mysteries -- who was Shakespeare really?




The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean
by Tara Lain

Blurb:

Dr. Llewellyn Lewis leads a double life, as both an awkward but distinguished history professor and the more flamboyant Ramon Rondell, infamous writer of sensational historical theories. It's Ramon who first sets eyes on a gorgeous young man dancing in a club, but Llewellyn who meets teaching assistant Blaise Arthur formally at an event held for wealthy socialite Anne de Vere, descendant of Edward de Vere, seventeenth Earl of Oxford-who some believe was the real Shakespeare. Anne wants Llewellyn to prove that claim, even though many have tried and failed. And she's willing to offer a hefty donation to the university if he succeeds.

It also means a chance for Llewellyn to get to know Blaise much better.

Not everyone thinks Llewellyn should take the case-or the money. Between feuding siblings, rival patrons, jealous colleagues, and greedy administrators, almost anyone could be trying to thwart his work... and one of them is willing to kill to do it.

When Anne de Vere turns up dead, the police believe Blaise is the murderer. Only the shy, stuttering professor who has won his heart can prove otherwise...


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Excerpts

Blaise said, “I’m so sorry, Dr. Lewis. I just don’t have good sense sometimes. I never should have put you in such a terrible position. I apologize from my soul.”
“N-not your f-f-fault.”
“Yes, it is. I completely overstepped my bounds. I feel like I know you, and I acted inappropriately.”
Llewellyn took a breath. “Y-you tried to make me f-feel comfortable.” He spoke slowly and got most of the words out. He didn’t want Blaise to take the blame.
Blaise smiled softly. “Yes, I did.”
Anne stepped closer. “Please don’t go until I’ve had a chance to tell you why I came.”
He met her gaze, and his whole stomach clenched. No. No way. “I—I—”
“Please let me tell you. You must know that Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford, is one of the people most often named as the true author of the works of Shakespeare.”
Blaise looked up at Llewellyn. “He is? I thought it was, like, Marlowe or Bacon.”
“No, no.” Anne waved a hand dismissively. “The Earl of Oxford has long been regarded as the most likely candidate to have written both the sonnets and the plays.”
“Yes, he’s one of the top candidates, if you believe such things.” The voice came from the sidewalk beside his car, and Llewellyn looked up to see George Stanley, Van Pelt, the Echevarrias, as well as the whole crew of dinner guests, with one or two defections, gathering there.
If I drive away, maybe I could just go to North Dakota and hide for the rest of my life? He swiped a hand over his face. Right, they love gay freaks there.
Anne frowned. “Not one of them, the most prominent among them, as I’m sure Dr. Lewis will agree.” He said nothing, and she didn’t seem to care. She was on a roll. “It’s been a dream of my family to investigate the earl’s position in this mystery for some time.”
I could run. Forget the car.
“That’s why I’ve sought out Dr. Lewis. He’s renowned throughout the world for uncovering new evidence in some of the great questions of history.” Her voice rang out like she was in a Shakespearean play herself. “That’s why I want him to prove beyond a doubt that my ancestor, Edward de Vere, the seventeenth Earl of Oxford, is the real author of the works of William Shakespeare.”
Llewellyn shook his head back and forth like a befuddled cow. “So many tr-tr-tried. C-can’t—”
She raised her voice even more. “And I’m prepared to present the university with a historical research grant of five million dollars in order to prove this claim. One million to go to Dr. Lewis and the rest for dedication of the history building to my ancestor, Edward de Vere.”
For a second the whole street—the whole world—went silent.
Someone—maybe Echevarria—murmured, “No.”
Then Van Pelt’s voice rang out. “Well, that sounds like one of the most exciting and worthwhile historical research undertakings I’ve ever heard.”
Running wasn’t enough. Maybe he should vomit.


Well, damn. He slowly released a breath and took another as Blaise Arthur appeared in the kitchen doorway.
Blaise looked from Llewellyn’s face to his hand, just inches from grasping the handle of a butcher knife. “Whoa. Hang on, Jim Bowie. Sorry to scare you. Your door was standing open, and I was a little worried that you’d decided to run for Alaska or hang yourself by one of Van Pelt’s neckties.”
A laugh bubbled up from Llewellyn’s belly. That description so perfectly described his options, he just kept chuckling until all three cats looked at him like he was nuts. Marie relaxed her puffed-up fur seemingly one hair at a time, flicked her tail, and returned to her chicken dinner.
Finally he managed to stop laughing. “Uh, how d-did you know w-where I live?”
Blaise cocked his grin to the side. “I followed you, and I must say, I had to move pretty fast to do it.”
What the hell? “W-why?”
“I told you. Suicide prevention.”
Was he disappointed in that answer? He spread his arms. “A-as you see.”
“Feline-feeding duty.”
“I’m a cr-crazy cat lady.”
Blaise leaned against the door, arms crossed, one nicely muscled leg cocked over the other, and a sexy-as-hell grin on his face. “Neither crazy nor a lady so far as I can see.”
“S-so what do you want?”
“There’s a challenging question. Just accept my mother-of-compassion routine at face value and offer me a drink.”
He still frowned. “B-beer? Wine?”
“Beer would be great.”
Llewellyn loved craft beers and took two bottles of Red Headed Stranger from his cooler.
He opened and poured them into pilsner glasses and handed one to Blaise, who stared at the bottle. “Whoa, exotic.” He sipped. “Delicious.”
“From R-Reno.”
“I’ll remember it.”
Llewellyn gestured to the hall and led Blaise back to the big living room with its high ceilings, elaborate crown moldings, and polished oak floors. He sat in an easy chair and indicated that Blaise should sit on the comfortable couch.
Blaise sipped and gazed around. “This is quite a house. How old is it?”
“N-nineteen twenties or thirties.” Why was he chitchatting? What’s he doing here?
“Is it a family home?”
“S-sort of.”
“Are you gay?”
“What?” Llewellyn frowned. “Uh, y-yes. E-everyone knows th-that.”
“Yes, I read it, but I wanted to ask.” He grinned.
The cats padded in, Marie making a straight shot to Llewellyn’s lap, where she turned and stared at Blaise while washing her face and paws.
“She’s the formidable one.”
“Oh y-yes.”
“What’s her name?”
“Marie Antoinette.”
He laughed. “Perfect. Marie, I’ll make it my personal objective to woo you to my side.”
That implied some long-term association.
Blaise took another big mouthful. “It looks like you have a nice life.” He set the still partly full glass on the coffee table and stood. “I’m glad. Thanks so much for the beer.” He walked toward the door. What the hell?
Llewellyn stood, getting a squawk from Marie. “W-why did you ask if I-I’m gay?”
Blaise glanced back over his shoulder. “Because I am.”
“I-I know.” Jesus, why did I say that?
“Am I that obvious?” But he smiled.
Llewellyn shrugged. “No. So?”
Blaise laughed. “See you at work.”





About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Erotic Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance,  Best Gay Characters, and more. Readers often call her books “sweet,” even with all that hawt sex, because Tara believes in love and her books deliver on happily-ever-after. In addition to writing dozens and dozens of romance novels,  Tara also owns an advertising and public relations firm. Her love of creating book titles comes from years of manifesting ad headlines for everything from analytical instruments to semiconductors. She does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. Together with her soulmate husband and her soulmate Dog, she recently realized a vision to live where there were a lot more trees and a lot fewer cars by moving to Ashland, Oregon. She hasn’t stopped smiling since. 

You can find Tara at Lain

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

SALE ALERT: 20% OFF - Shameless 2018 Tickets


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Saturday, July 7, 2018

Pre-Order Blast: The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean by Tara Lain


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The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean
by Tara Lain

Blurb:

Dr. Llewellyn Lewis leads a double life, as both an awkward but distinguished history professor and the more flamboyant Ramon Rondell, infamous writer of sensational historical theories. It's Ramon who first sets eyes on a gorgeous young man dancing in a club, but Llewellyn who meets teaching assistant Blaise Arthur formally at an event held for wealthy socialite Anne de Vere, descendant of Edward de Vere, seventeenth Earl of Oxford-who some believe was the real Shakespeare. Anne wants Llewellyn to prove that claim, even though many have tried and failed. And she's willing to offer a hefty donation to the university if he succeeds.

It also means a chance for Llewellyn to get to know Blaise much better.

Not everyone thinks Llewellyn should take the case-or the money. Between feuding siblings, rival patrons, jealous colleagues, and greedy administrators, almost anyone could be trying to thwart his work... and one of them is willing to kill to do it.

When Anne de Vere turns up dead, the police believe Blaise is the murderer. Only the shy, stuttering professor who has won his heart can prove otherwise...


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About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Erotic Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance,  Best Gay Characters, and more. Readers often call her books “sweet,” even with all that hawt sex, because Tara believes in love and her books deliver on happily-ever-after. In addition to writing dozens and dozens of romance novels,  Tara also owns an advertising and public relations firm. Her love of creating book titles comes from years of manifesting ad headlines for everything from analytical instruments to semiconductors. She does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. Together with her soulmate husband and her soulmate Dog, she recently realized a vision to live where there were a lot more trees and a lot fewer cars by moving to Ashland, Oregon. She hasn’t stopped smiling since. 

You can find Tara at Lain
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Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Release Day Blitz: Born Wild by Nikki Jefford



The wait is OVER!!! 




Born Wild
(Wolf Hollow Shifters Series, #3)
By Nikki Jefford

Blurb

FOR THREE YEARS HUMANS FORCED THE PUREBLOODED WOLF SHIFTER TO FIGHT HIS OWN KIND

After escaping his human captors, Wolfrik returns to Wolf Hollow covered in scars and hostility. He wants nothing to do with pack politics and refuses to play nice.

AN INJURY ISOLATED THE SHE-WOLF AND LEFT HER VULNERABLE

Ever since Kallie’s foot was permanently maimed in a vulhena attack, she’s been relocated to the den where Palmer—the pack’s elder and council member—is after her to become his third mate.

A heated encounter with Wolfrik gives Kallie an idea. If she can convince the wild wolf to be her bedmate, Palmer will finally leave her alone.

But when an unexpected bond forms between the pair, Kallie may have bitten off more than she can chew. Is the aggressive pureblood too damaged to settle down with a mate?

REDEMPTION MAY COME TOO LATE

Forced to face his inner demons, or lose the woman he loves, Wolfrik must confront the past he’s tried so hard to forget. But the past is about to catch up to him and old enemies could doom the entire hollow…




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Excerpts



Her emotions worked like muscles through her body, pushing her onward with boundless drive. Leaves whispered as she blew by and bits of dirt loosened beneath her paws only to scatter back over the earth behind her.
She ran fast. She ran free.
This forest had been her home most of her life—the trees as familiar to her as her wolf pack—it welcomed and spurred her along. But would these woods let her go?
Deep into the thicket, a rustle in the ferns caught Kallie’s ears. The fur on her back rose. She whipped around as a large gray wolf leapt on top of her and knocked her off her feet.
She’d forgotten about Wolfrik lurking on the outskirts of the hollow. She didn’t fear for her safety, but she was annoyed by the unexpected delay.
Kallie snarled and snapped viciously.
Wolfrik shocked her by shifting into human form. What kind of maniac would turn human to wrestle down an angry wolf with his bare arms and hands?
The naked flesh flashing beside Kallie’s mouth was too tempting. She’d been holding back her anger for too long. She bit Wolfrik’s arm as he put his weight onto her. As soon as Kallie tasted blood, she let go. Even in wolf form she had enough sense not to do serious injury to a fellow member of the pack.
Wolfrik didn’t so much as grunt, as though he was impervious to pain. Instead, he put more weight on her and grabbed her two front legs before she could claw his skin.
“Shift,” he said.
Kallie thrashed beneath him, snarling out of control. She tried to scratch the arm impeding her escape, but Wolfrik somehow managed to squeeze both her legs into one fist. Kallie’s lips lifted over her fangs to snarl. She didn’t want to hurt him, she just wanted to get away.
Wolfrik lowered his face directly into hers and bellowed, “Shift!”
The fight in Kallie leaked away when she recognized the command of an alpha. There was wild, raw strength in Wolfrik that overpowered anything she’d ever detected from any of the other males in Wolf Hollow.
Kallie huffed her consent before letting go of her wolf to take on human form.
Fur receded and sharp claws turned to stubby fingernails that Kallie was prone to biting. Thick, brown, unruly hair tumbled down her shoulders.
She lay naked beneath Wolfrik, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her large breasts brushed against the soft brown hair on Wolfrik’s scarred and muscled chest. Her nipples hardened into painful tips. Her body ached with desire that heated her blood and throbbed between her legs.
The instinctual part of Kallie called out to be claimed by such a virile man-wolf. She could still taste his blood in her mouth, which only excited her more. The unexpected lust coursing through her was beyond maddening considering the whole point of her flight was to avoid ending up on her back with a brute of a shifter straddling her.




In the glade, a short line formed at the cauldron and shifters began dishing themselves the usual mush of vegetables, grains, and meat. As more pack members arrived, they headed for the line and milled around in small groups chatting amongst themselves.
Wolfrik didn’t care much for conversation, but he did like listening in and making comments—especially the kind that got under other shifters’ skin. There weren’t a whole lot of other ways to entertain himself.
But tonight he wasn’t listening in so much as looking for a certain she-wolf who owed him a shirt.
If she knew what was good for her, she’d stick to the safety of the den and never go wandering off alone in the middle of the night again.
What had she really been doing? Wolfrik didn’t buy her story about stretching her legs and taking in the fresh air. She looked like she was running away.
What in the world did she have to run from?
It wasn’t his problem, but he couldn’t help feeling intrigued. Perhaps the hollow wasn’t one big happy family that had moved on without him. Why not dig a little deeper? Misery loved company, after all— a saying he’d picked up at the compound. Perhaps it explained why hundreds of humans swarmed to the crumbling city as though it were the mother hive.
Wolfrik chose a spot on a mound of earth beneath some trees, watching each shifter as they arrived. He tapped his foot the longer he waited. Soon a full line had formed at the cauldron and the clearing filled with the clamor of a couple dozen voices speaking at once.
So, Kallie had stayed away.
Heavy disappointment sank like a rock down Wolfrik’s throat then settled inside his gut.
It’s not as though females had ever flocked to him even before he’d become a savage beast. His impending claim on Sasha had been as clear as the waters that ran throughout the hollow, not to mention he’d always held himself above the rest of the pack. In short, he’d been a pompous prick. Now he didn’t know how to be anything else.
“Careful, Cujo,” Hawk had once told him. “Pride will be your downfall.”
“And I will be yours,” Wolfrik had promised, teeth gleaming.
A man with a whip had come by his cell that night and given him ten lashings, but it had been worth it to see the twitch in Hawk’s eye.
Standing shirtless, those lashings were displayed for the whole pack to see. It didn’t matter that no one was looking at him. They were thinking about it and avoiding him even more than they had before. Wolfrik folded his arms across his chest. Did Kallie think she could hide from him forever? Hold onto his shirt like some kind of keepsake?
He ground his teeth together and descended the mound with half a mind to storm into the den and demand his shirt back—rip it from Kallie’s body if she was foolish enough to still be wearing it.
Beast. Savage. Wild wolf.
He couldn’t change what he was any more than a rabbit could grow claws.
A flash of yellow caught his eyes from across the clearing, like the sun had sprouted legs and taken a walk through the woods, coming closer as though drawn in by the heady scent of wild game and fresh harvest.
She had full breasts and hips that clung to the smooth fabric. Thick waves of brown hair tumbled past her shoulders, following the dips and curves of her body. Wolfrik remembered everything he’d seen beneath the dress in vivid detail. Her shapely legs moved with slow grace. He barely noticed her limp.
Strands of copper and gold caught in the firelight as she passed the bonfire. In her hands, she held Wolfrik’s shirt folded into a tidy square, and her eyes were in constant motion—as though searching for something…him?
Wolfrik’s groin tightened. She was only returning his shirt. Why then did he feel like she was about to offer him a gift?
He stood his ground. Let her look a bit longer. Try to find him hidden among the trees. He liked watching her search him out.
Clutching his shirt, her lower lip gave a slight tremble.
Wolfrik’s heart rate kicked up the way it did before he pounced on a rabbit. He began to smirk, sure her gaze would land on him at any second when from out of nowhere, Tabor stepped in front of Kallie, blocking Wolfrik’s view. He growled, but there was no one close enough to hear.



Wolf Hollow Shifters Series





Bk #1
Wolf Hollow


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Bk #2
Mating Games


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About The Author


Nikki Jefford is a third generation Alaskan now living in the Pacific Northwest with her French husband and their Westie, Cosmo. She is the author of the Wolf Hollow Shifters series, Aurora Sky: Vampire Hunter series, and Spellbound Trilogy. When she’s not reading or writing, she enjoys nature, hiking, and motorcycle riding.



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Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Release Day Blitz: Shadow of the Summer Moon by Amanda LeMay


Shadow of the Summer Moon 
(Sakana Series Book 2)
by Amanda LeMay

Blurb:
Branded by my pack Alpha.

Betrayed by my mother.

Raised by lies and falsehoods.

The betrayal just as twisted and hideous as the deep scars I now carry.

I have one choice: let my wolf loose and run. Run for my life and to the only other wolf who escaped the San Francisco pack.

I leave my past and my pack behind, hoping for protection, a new home, a new pack and a chance to live free. The last thing I ever dream of finding is a mate.

But falling into Gunner Bodolf’s arms is as simple as breathing in his irresistible scent. And once he kisses me, I can’t walk away. Having been lied to my entire life, there is so much I don’t know about being a wolf. I certainly know nothing of the sakana bond, a rare and precious bond between two wolves, connecting their minds, bodies, and souls.

Gunner and I now share this priceless ancient gift.

I ran from hell and ended up in heaven. Unfortunately, the deadly danger I left behind tracks me across the country to the middle of nowhere, Texas.

My past will never let me go without a challenge, a challenge I refuse to run from. To protect my new life, my new pack, my new mate, I will fight.


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Excerpts



Strange, hot, metallic fumes surround me until I choke. I know what’s coming. I try to scream, but no sound leaves my mouth.
“You are so sweet.”
My skin crawls at the sound of his dark voice. I struggle to move.
“You are mine, Simone.”
Fire touches my breast. It spreads throughout my body, throughout my soul.
I scream and scream and scream.
“Simone! Simone! It’s okay. You’re safe.”
The howling in my ears wouldn’t stop. So many scents—of the past and the present—bombarded my senses. All familiar. However, one particular scent overpowered all the others: smoky and rich, like a cozy, warm fire, and leather cloak, with an undertone of lemon oil.
A deep rumble filled the quiet room as a powerful energy touched my skin, making me shiver.
I opened my eyes and came face to face with an enormous wolf. Bright green eyes, framed by a dark brown mask above a fully silver muzzle, stared back at me. The wolf’s shoulders were immense. And there was something about this wolf—something comforting and electrifying all at once. Nothing would ever happen to me as long as this wolf watched over me. I felt it in my blood, in my body and in my soul. This wolf would fight to his last heartbeat to protect me.
A deep, masculine voice spoke from across the room. “Simone, everything’s gonna be fine.”
The last thing I wanted was some male telling me everything would be fine.
I snarled and snapped at the stranger, who had stayed in the doorway. Though…he wasn’t a total stranger, he was…Jessy’s mate.
Dain.
Ashamed, I looked away and caught sight of a black wolf in the mirror across the room.
I had shifted.
“Simone?” I lifted my head toward the sound of Jessy’s soft voice.
In the doorway, Maygan and Kern stood behind Jessy and Dain.
Jessy stepped forward, past the huge wolf that stood between me and the rest of the room. She tossed a blanket over my body and sat down on the bed next to me as she gently stroked my fur.
“Simone, hey, I think you had a nightmare. You’re safe here with us. No one is gonna hurt you.”
I gazed into the green eyes of the wolf that stood only a foot from my bed. His anxious features smoothed out, his stiff shoulders relaxing as his big, fluffy tail began to swing back and forth in a long, swooping arc.
I sucked in a breath and let the shift back to human flow through me. Jessy readjusted the blanket, making sure to cover my suddenly naked body.
“I’m so sorry.” Shame and embarrassment heated my face as I bunched the thick blanket up beneath my chin.
The last thing I wanted was to relive those three horrific days over and over in my dreams.
“I can give you a sedative that will help, if you’d like,” Kern offered.
The big wolf in front of me nodded his agreement. A week ago, I would’ve totally taken up that offer, but now, my dreams were another reminder of why I had run, why I needed to start a new life.
“No. Thank you.” I choked back a sob. “I need to remember.”
I looked down at my blanket-covered breasts. The branding wasn’t something I would ever forget, but reliving it in my mind every night reminded me that I would never allow anyone to hurt me again.
Or stand by while others were hurt. Or killed.
“Well, you need your rest, too. If you change your mind and want one night of good sleep, say the word and I’ll make it happen.”
I nodded. “Thank you. I’ll think about it.”
Jessy stood up from the bed. I grabbed her hand.
“Could you stay? Stay with me…for just a bit, please?”
“Sure.” She sat back down as the others quietly slipped from the doorway. The massive wolf didn’t leave his spot. He sat down as if he belonged there—belonged by my side.
Now. Always. Forever.
And having thoughts like that were crazy. I had no idea where they came from, especially since I didn’t even know this male.
The wolf raised his huge paw and laid it gently on the bed next to my thigh as he cocked his head to the left in question.
“Gunner.” Jessy raised her eyebrows at him. “Girl talk.”
Gunner?
He stood and slowly inched toward me, his head low in submission as he nudged his nose under my hand.
“I’ve never touched another wolf before,” I whispered, as I stroked my fingers between his large ears and down his back. The top layer of his fur was stiff and bristly. I dug my fingers deeper into the thick, warm underlayer of his coat. “You are so…soft.”
His luscious scent eased my anxiety and quickened my pulse at the same time. I smiled as I slid my fingers over his silky, silver muzzle. He leaned into my touch, pressed his forehead against mine, and let off a low-pitched whine: a question.
“Yes, I’m…better now.” And I was. Calmer. In control.
He pulled away a few inches. His intense green gaze held me in place as if he could see all the way down into my soul. I placed my hands on the bed, gripped the blanket in my fingers, and held his stare. I wanted him to look, wanted him to see who I was, what I’d been through and that I was no threat to him or his pack.
The next second, warm, wet wolf kisses bathed my face.
“Oh!”
His tongue laved over me, from my chin to my nose, in quick, friendly swipes. He flashed his long canines in a strange, wolfy grin, then retreated to the doorway. He glanced back over his shoulder. His brows arched as if he were asking me if I might change my mind.
“I’m okay.”
He turned away and disappeared from the room, his claws clicking on the hardwood floor.
My face tingled where he’d licked me. I swept my tongue along my lips and tasted him there.
Stunned, I looked at Jessy. “Gunner?” His name came out as a sigh. His flavor was still in my mouth and I wanted more.
“Yep.” She crossed the room and closed the door. “He stuck around to make sure you were recovering. He rarely throws his Alpha status up, but when he does, we don’t argue.”
“Alpha status? He’s your pack leader?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” She waved her arms around as she spoke. “He’s got that whole Alpha-power thing going on. He can’t help it, not that he would. It just kind of broadcasts his aura all over the place.”
Gunner. He was their Alpha male. He’d stayed. No wonder I was drawn to him. When I’d run into him, earlier in the hall, his scent seemed to engulf me. I had wanted to sink into his arms. But now, his scent seemed different—changed from before—deeper, more complex and…complete.
One thing I did understand: I didn’t fear Gunner as I feared Rule.

Gunner’s gaze held me to my spot. He lowered his head and stalked toward me. Thick muscle rippled beneath his fur as he closed the distance between us. My heart pounded. I could barely breathe. But I wasn’t afraid or anxious. What raced through my blood as I watched Gunner move had nothing to do with fear or anxiety. It was a strange sort of tingling sensation that traveled up my spine, urging the wolf in me to come forward, to offer up my belly in submission.
He made me feel wild. Reckless. Out of control.
Years of denial kicked in as I clenched my suddenly aching teeth. No changing. No shifting. I’d spent seven days letting my wolf run free. That side of me was a dark place. It drove me. It controlled me. It scared me.
Gunner’s claws scratched at the wood on the porch as he wound his big body around my legs and hips. My fingers sifted through his sun-warmed soft coat, dug deeper and felt the heat of his body.
“I had no idea wolves were so incredibly soft.” The words floated out of my mouth on a whisper. “Or so beautiful.”
Gunner took one more turn around my hips, his big, bushy tail swirling in a happy sort of way. He snuggled his muzzle, cheek, and ear into the valley between my breasts, then lifted his head a little higher to lick my lips and chin in one full swipe.
I giggled as I wiped my mouth with the back of one hand and pushed Gunner away with the other. “I hate to say this, but your wet, wolfy kisses really can’t compare to your lips and teeth and tongue.” His wolf kisses called to the female inside me and she ached to be free, to feel this male all over me in my wolf form.
He snorted, but seemed to grin anyway. He gave me a gentle shove with his head, pushing me toward the front doors.
“Okay, I’m going.” I stepped inside and headed in the direction of the dining room. Behind me, I heard Gunner’s claws clicking on the slate-tiled floor, going the other direction. I turned just in time to witness his shift: his fur disappeared, his back straightened and brought him upright on his tanned, muscular legs. I swept my gaze up and up, from his feet to his calves to his thighs to his perfectly shaped ass.
My mouth fell open in awe. I didn’t stop there, though.
His lower back widened into huge, muscled shoulders and strong arms. He turned and faced me. I stood there, speechless.
He’s magnificent.
I couldn’t stop staring. There was just so much of him.
Oh, my.
Oh, wow.
Oh…dear ancient gods…
It started in my cheeks, the pleasing burn that swiftly rushed through my entire body and settled in my midsection. The room closed in like a kiln as I tried to breathe. And when I sucked in a breath, all I could smell was him. I wrenched my gaze upward to find Gunner smiling back at me.
“I’m gonna get washed up. Throw on some clothes. Go on.” He lifted his chin in the direction of the kitchen. “Get yourself some supper before the boys eat it all.”
And then he was out of my sight.
I found the closest chair and gracelessly plopped myself into it. I’d seen naked men before. Full frontal, up close and personal. But compared to Gunner, they were no more than boys just out of their teens. I had to admit, my experience was extremely limited, but still. I leaned forward, held my head in my hands with my elbows planted firmly on my knees to keep my feet from running down the hall in search of the Comfort pack’s Alpha male. Throwing myself at another female’s mate was the most dishonorable thing I could do.
Stupid. Silly. Reckless.
“What is wrong with me?” I muttered.
I stared out the huge picture windows. Miles and miles of land as far as I could see. From the road, I’d seen an orchard of neatly lined trees, and acres and acres of rolling hills where cattle grazed peacefully. From inside, I could see the house was elevated enough to block out the circular driveway and look out over land that had been left untouched and untamed by man. After running for seven days, feeling the dirt between my toes, letting my inner wolf run free—though the animal side of me was a little frightening, especially when the need for food kicked in—I would never be able to live in a city again.
“Perfect.” I sighed.
“Simone?”
I jumped. My eyes locked on to his.
I saw you naked. Totally. Mouth-wateringly. Naked.
Gunner stood with his hands on his hips. Worn jeans, dark blue button-down shirt, rolled-up sleeves, with the collar of his white T-shirt peeking out from the V of the top button.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
I’m okay. I nodded and smiled, probably looking like a mild form of village idiot. “I’m not used to…” Seeing you naked. “…seeing…so many wolves in one place.” Which was also true. “Rule’s pack never spent any time together as a pack. As wolves.” Naked.
“They can be a rowdy bunch sometimes, but I trust my pack. Trust ’em like they were my own flesh and blood.”
I nodded, not knowing what to say. If Gunner trusted them, then so did I. Naked or not.

Gunner’s scent stood out like a luminous beacon in the dark night. The smoky leather and lemon essence coated my nostrils and seeped into my lungs, beckoning me with a force I couldn’t deny, dragging me forward to the only place Gunner would retreat to.
The true wolves that patrolled the ranch joined me as I ran. Though they stayed several feet behind, their collective anxiety filled the air. Gunner was in pain and they didn’t understand why.
The wet rocks lining the banks of the Guadalupe River and the moist, green foliage of trees and grass nearby gave off their own unique fragrances. I’d only been out there once, but there was no doubt, I was close.
Gunner’s deep, rich scent seemed stronger than usual, almost overwhelming, but in a way that drew me to him as if a rope were tied around my neck, dragging me along, because my feet barely kept up.
Another howl split the sky. The wretched anguish twisted my heart.
Gun…I’m coming.
The small, stone cabin came into view. I raced faster. The other wolves fell behind—not only because I outran them, but because they were wary. The scent of their distress had fallen behind with them and for that, I was thankful.
Against the black background of dark trees, a shadowy figure stood upright, unnaturally tall and broad, with massive arms and legs. He threw back his head and howled to the waxing moon.
Gunner?
I didn’t slow my pace. His miserable howl pulled me forward. The moon glinted off his incredibly long canines. His paws were enormous hands, each finger ending in an extended scythe-like claw.
A wolf monster. A gigantic beast. The most magnificent creature I had ever seen.
Some dark, primal part of my soul recognized my wolf mate and I wanted him, needed him, inside me. My wolf craved the weight of his body slamming into mine. I wanted him to rut and fuck and claim me—mate with me—just the way he was.
I skidded to a halt. His enormous head swung around. Bright green eyes glowed luminescent, as if lit from behind. His savage snarl set my teeth on edge. From upwind and blacker than night, I wasn’t sure he saw me, much less caught my scent—an advantage if I were trying to sneak up on him, but I wasn’t. I shifted to my human form as another vicious snarl curled his muzzle.
I stood still, making a conscious effort to slow my rapid breaths, careful not to make any sudden moves. I didn’t know what part of Gunner was more in control, the wild animal or the devoted male. Not that it mattered. Gunner would never hurt me.
“It’s me. It’s me.” The words came from my lips as a gentle command, soothing and confident. “Gun, it’s me.”
With each heavy breath, the light of the moon flowed in sparkling waves over his fur. His coloration was much like his regular wolf form, though it now covered an over-seven-foot frame—white arms, legs, torso, and face, with a mask of varying shades of brown, starting from his forehead and traveling down his back through his incredibly long, bushy tail. He stalked toward me, slow and deliberate, moonlight flashing over his rippling muscles, his clawed feet silent on the damp, hard-packed soil. He stopped his advance a few yards from me.
A wonderful, tingling sensation raced up my spine. Everything inside of me was already on fire. Part of me wanted to offer up my belly in submission while the other half of me wanted to go down on all fours and beg him to take me with total abandon, in a wild, animalistic mating frenzy.
I licked my suddenly dry lips as I struggled simply to stand quiet and still.
Low-pitched whines came from his mouth, traveled through every cell in my body, hit my brain and my heart, and somehow I understood his meaning: no fear. Not a command. A statement.
I nodded in agreement. “No fear.”
The last few feet that separated us disappeared. I slammed my body into his, wrapped my arms around him, and held on as his arms clenched around my back. My cheek barely reached his sternum.
“Never.” It was the only word I spoke before his arms squeezed the breath out of me.

His chest expanded and he howled deep and low. She is safe.


Sakana Series

Kiss of the Winter Moon 
Bk #1


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About The Author

Indie author Amanda LeMay grew up on a small farm in Southern California reading every sci-fi book her dad passed on to her and watching every classic horror movie her mom shared with her. Her love for paranormal romance was an easy leap. Amanda published her first paranormal romance – full of dark sexy wolf-shifters called KISS OF THE WINTER MOON - in February 2018. Her wolf-shifters share a rare and special bond with their mates: the sakana bond, a rare and ancient bond that links their minds, bodies, and souls.

Amanda still lives in Southern California with her own Alpha-male husband and two grumpy cats and dreams of living on the beach in Texas. When she isn't writing, or thinking about writing, (or plotting, or characters, or dialogue, or world building), she's probably working on any number of crafts, sewing, gardening, or lost in another authors' wonderful dream world. She plots most of her novels while walking, or driving, or while on long Texas beach vacations sitting outside listening to the waves. She loves reading paranormal romance, fantasy romance, sci-fi romance, contemporary romance...well, just romance in general. 

Her second novel in the Sakana Series, SHADOW OF THE SUMMER MOON, is set to go live on June 26, 2018.

Book trivia - 
“While on a road trip from Southern California to Texas, about an hour outside of San Antonio we passed through a little town called Comfort. I’d already been in the process of writing a wolf-shifter story, so naturally, I pictured an entire pack hiding in plain sight in the middle of this blink-and-miss it town. I spent the next 2 weeks plotting out a story that became the first book in the Sakana Series, Kiss of the Winter Moon. Where I had planned on another book taking second place, Shadow of the Summer Moon soon took its spot as the result of story hijacking by my beta reader, Janna. She’d dreamed Gunner Bodolf, the Comfort pack Alpha, met his sakana and her name was ‘Simone’. She gave me a few details and I took them, added a little over 126,000 other words and gave Gunner his happily ever after.”

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