Thursday, August 27, 2015

#TBT Brave are the Lonely #FeveredHearts #wolves




When the spirit fever struck a town, a village or an outpost, it left few if any survivors. The white man blamed the Indian saying they used their mojo on them. The Indians blamed the white man for angering the spirits. The survivors knew it didn’t matter. The Fevered were forever changed.

When death seemed preferable…

Mourning his mate drove fevered wolf shifter Cody out of Texas, but a brother’s need drags him back from the brink.

…and good deeds never go unpunished…

Gypsy princess Mariska only wants to protect her people and her freedom, but a dangerous choice puts her on a collision course with an angry wolf.

…the best thing that could happen to him…

When Cody touches Mariska, his wolf cannot escape the hunger that fills him. For Mariska, Cody’s touch brings her a pleasure she never imagined, but is it enough to heal his fractured soul?

…was the last thing he expected.

As danger stalks all three of them, they must confront who they are or risk losing Cody forever.


His wolf. His woman. His way. 

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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

The River Wolf is Here! #NewRelease #wolvesofwillowbend #PNR #wolves #shifters





Brett Dalton, Alpha of Hudson River, isolated himself from his pack mates after one betrayed him. The once, easygoing Alpha has become taciturn, remote and unforgiving. His pack worries for him, but they too have suffered a devastating blow. When several members leave to join Three Rivers, the pack faces the threat of dissolution until Brett’s best friend and Lone Wolf, Luc Danes returns to Hudson River accompanied by a beautiful young human—or is she? Something about the woman consumes Brett. Has Luc come home to help or to take the pack from Brett?

Colby Jensen wrapped up thousands of hours of community service working at the hospital in Maine when an injured Luc Danes rolled through the door. The impossible patient drove the nurses crazy, but when Danes offered her money no strings attached to drive him to New York, she agreed. The last thing she expected was to arrive in the small Westchester County town and to meet the craziest collection of residents—especially the devastatingly sexy Brett Dalton. Part of her wants to hit the road, the rest wants to make him smile and he keeps making excuses for her to stay.

Then she sees the wolves…and is exposed to a world she can barely imagine. When Brett discovers a secret about her, nothing will be the same again. Now she will find herself torn between a world she isn’t sure she can understand and the man who has taken her heart hostage…

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Saturday, August 22, 2015

Sexy Saturday Sneak Peek: River Wolf #PreOrder #ComingSoon

I promised you a sneak peek this weekend at River Wolf which releases on Tuesday, so here's a first look at Colby's arrival in Hudson River and her first encounter with Brett.



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Friday, August 21, 2015

Make a Run for the #BlackHillsWolves with @Katalina_Leon's #romance Uncaged #shifters #MMA #pnr #suspense

Welcome Katalina Leon today to discuss her most recent entry into the Black Hills Wolves series.

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Uncaged book 25, is my second contribution to the Black Hills Wolves series. Portrait of a Lone Wolf, book 7 was my first. I can’t say enough great things about this amazing series. I love all the books, and each of the authors has been a joy to work with. I have at least two more Black Hills Wolves books coming in early 2016. There will be some fun surprises too.
Uncaged, has a special place in my heart. It’s dedicated to my late sister Christy. I was fortunate enough to have Christy spend her last months in my home. During one of our most poignant conversations, she confessed, “I thought my life would have more romance.” She had a few intense relationships and lots of drama, but never a loving romance with someone who really cared. Within a day of her passing, I started writing Uncaged, determined to give Christy the protective, understanding hero she never had in real life. I created Mitchell for Christy, but I hope you’ll love him too, because we all deserve a hero who can love us as we are.
Blurb: Mitchell Waya was born to rage in a cage. Every time he competes in a mixed martial arts match, he brings two secret weapons to the ring—a raging heart and the blood of a wolf. When the beast within explodes, no man stands a chance. Scaling the heights of an international career, he’s not prepared for the tragedy and scandal that overtakes him.
At fourteen, Christy was abducted and abused by a brutal cult of survivalist. In a brave act of defiance, she attempts to escape but finds herself facing execution in a dark alley. When Mitchell appears from the shadows like an avenging angel to rescue her, she catches a glimpse of the protective wolf’s fury. They form a brief but intense bond but then Fate pushes them apart.
Four years pass. Fortunes change. Concerned about Mitchell’s welfare, Christy reaches out, but her kind deed puts her squarely in a killer’s sights, and only the courage of a wolf can save her.

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Thursday, August 20, 2015

#TBT Some Like It Deadly #GoingRoyal




Being the best friend to a prince isn't all it's cracked up to be. As attorney and spokesperson for the royal Andraste family, Richard Prentiss lives under a microscope. Fair or not, he's not able to date like a regular person. So when his personal assistant retires, Richard knows her pretty replacement, Kate, is strictly off-limits.

Kate Braddock's resume includes special forces training and enough profiling work to pick a threat out of a crowd. None of that prepares her to resist the charming, down-to-earth attorney she's assigned to protect. Determined to treat him like any other body to guard, she struggles to maintain her distance. It's her job to step in front of the bullet with Richard's name on it, nothing more.


When threats against the royal family take a deadly turn and his new assistant foils two attempts on his life, Richard's grateful—and more than a little intrigued. There's more to Kate than meets the eye, but what is she hiding? He'll have to trust her with his life when the danger proves to be closer than either realized…


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The sharp trill of the phone split the silent darkness in half. Kate Braddock jerked upright and had the phone in her hand, and answered before her mind fully processed the steps from sleep to waking. Adrenaline flooded her system, but training kept her voice calm. “Braddock.”

Too many middle of the night phone calls heralded bad news.

“Kate.” Peterson’s voice sent relief chasing through the adrenaline pumping through her system. “My apologies for the odd hour.” The head of security for Armand Dagmar personally and the Andraste Royal Family in general didn’t sound remotely apologetic. Nor did he sound deeply concerned, which hopefully meant, Anna, her protectee and the fiancée of the grand duke was also fine.

Of course, as her boss, Peterson never sounded disturbed.

“It’s fine, sir.” She gave the perfunctory answer and shoved a hand through her hair. The sharp tug helped fuel her sleepy mind. Slanting a look at the clock, she sighed. It was only four-thirty in the morning. On her day off—the single day she’d had off in weeks. “What can I do for you?”

“We have a delicate situation and I am going to be blunt, Braddock. You’re actually the only woman for the job.” Plunging right in and ripping off the Band-Aid was far preferable to beating around the bush. At this early hour, all she required were the specifics with no sugar coating involved.

“What’s the job?” Pushing back the blankets, Kate rose and padded to the kitchen. She’d already set up the coffee maker the night before. All she had to do was hit the on switch.

“Richard Prentiss slipped his security detail this weekend.” Prentiss was the grand duke’s best friend, and he’d been involved in a rather spectacular car accident a few months earlier.

Kate was impressed—with Prentiss, not his security detail. How they let a wounded man slip them didn’t bode well for their future in the business.

“He was beyond our supervision and out of communication range for nearly seven hours.” And then as if anticipating her question, Peterson added. “He left his cell phone at the house, and returned via taxi looking none the worse for wear, but…”

“But he slipped his security.” The loss had likely pinched the pride of a man as thorough as Peterson. He was damn good at his job. She didn’t envy the members of the detail who’d failed to keep the attorney under surveillance and safe. They wouldn’t have their jobs much longer—if they hadn’t been fired already. “So what does that have to do with me?”

“Mr. Prentiss informed the grand duke he would be returning to his regular duties at his office tomorrow and he wants the security detail pulled.” In a reverse of his earlier bluntness, Peterson circled around to his point. Kate turned at the sound of the coffee maker finishing its job, and poured herself a mug of the dark blend. The process kept her busy and her mouth shut.

She was a good soldier, and well-trained. Peterson would get to what he wanted soon enough.
“Look, Braddock, the grand duke wants to appease Mr. Prentiss, but he’s not prepared to remove security from him. Chatter has slowed, but it hasn’t quieted fully. When we inserted you with Miss Novak, you downplayed your presence as personal security by acting as her assistant.”

And there it was.

“You want me to do the same for Mr. Prentiss?” She hadn’t been especially fond of deceiving Anna, but then she’d never had to lie to her directly either. Peterson and the grand duke had simply told her that Kate had been vetted by security and could act as her assistant. That Kate could do the job. The deception kept her in Anna’s orbit. Every time Anna left the tower to work, Kate had gone with her.

“Yes, we’ve arranged to have his legal assistant head out on a worldwide cruise, all expenses paid. She leaves today, in about three and a half hours, I need you to meet with her and get everything you’ll need to know about how to do the job because you’ll be interviewing with him tomorrow. I’ll have the car picking her up swing by to get you in ninety minutes.” Peterson had thought of everything, his smug tone might be well deserved. Mr. Prentiss wasn’t the easiest protectee.

So much for her day off. “Do you think that Mr. Prentiss is just going to hire me because his assistant left? I’m assuming he has others in that law firm he could borrow—”

“He could, obviously, but he and the grand duke are scheduled to have lunch later today and…” Peterson trailed off and actually sighed. “Let’s just say that he’ll receive the news of his assistant’s departure under controlled circumstances and the grand duke will then volunteer your services. We’ll get you in the door, you need to secure the position.”

How very Machiavellian of the grand duke.

“You’re asking me to protect someone who doesn’t want a detail and who won’t know what I’m doing.” The potential for clusterfuck was enormous. Anna had been a similar case, but she’d also had a full detail on her at all times in addition to Kate. “What kind of detail is Prentiss going to have?”

“A discreet one.” He paused a beat, then continued, “Kate, I know this isn’t the easiest assignment. I wouldn’t ask you to do it if I didn’t think you were fully capable of it. The grand duke is worried about Mr. Prentiss’s visibility. We can’t properly secure him without his cooperation. You will have backup, but they could be twenty seconds out.”

And twenty seconds could be the difference between life and death.

“Understood.” She drained her coffee and glanced at the wall clock. “I’ll be ready in ninety minutes for the car.”

Once he had her agreement, Peterson disconnected the call and Kate carried her cell phone into the second bedroom that she’d converted into a workout room. Five minutes later, she was running on the treadmill. Too wired to go back to sleep, she checked the time.

It was nearly noon in Germany, her brother usually had Sundays off and spent them watching recorded sports. After dialing her brother’s number—international code included—from memory, she waited. When he answered on the second ring, the last knot of tension Peterson’s middle of the night call had wound in her soul relaxed. “Hey, Beany Baby, how are you?”

His groan made her laugh.

He was okay. Alive.

She could handle everything else.


“I’m not going to lie to you, Ms. Braddock—the job won’t be easy. This position demands travel at least forty percent of the time. Where I go, you go. When I need a file, I need you to pull it up. You have to anticipate last minute changes and I may be calling or texting you at three in the morning to come in because we need to have a brief in front of a judge at eight.” Richard Prentiss leaned back in his chair and studied the dark-haired woman seated across from him. Her calm, cool eyes—he couldn’t tell if they were hazel or just a very pale brown—betrayed no hint of concern. Considering he was offering her well-compensated indentured servitude, he’d hoped for a little more bite in her responses. “This is a steep learning curve and I wish that Miranda had given me more notice before she left, but we have to work with what we have.” He wasn’t sure what frustrated him more—Miranda leaving on such short notice or that she left at all. Miranda Keen had worked for him since he’d hung his shingle and despite Armand’s copious attempts to fund his law firm, Richard had built his client list from the ground up. No one knew him better than Miranda—and no one deserved to come into a windfall as much as she, either. He’d paid her well, but that didn’t mean she wanted to spend the rest of her life working sixteen-hour days.

“That won’t be a problem, Mr. Prentiss. I’m used to a tough schedule and travel.” Of course she was. Kate Braddock had been recommended to him by Armand during their racquetball game—the first he’d been able to play since a car accident laid him up some months before. Losing a kidney and his spleen meant a lot of changes in his routine, but he was finally well enough to kick his armed babysitters to the curb. He’d understood the need for increased security, particularly during his recovery, but he didn’t like having a posse of heavily armed babysitters entrenching themselves in his life, tearing it apart, and dictating his movements. Armand hadn’t liked the idea, but as Richard’d informed his best friend, he could stuff it.

“True, you’ve been with Anna the last few months.” Richard grimaced and drummed his fingers against the resume sitting atop her personnel file. The speed of Miranda’s departure meant he had to cut corners to find her replacement. Kate’s previous stint with Anna meant he didn’t have to worry about a background check. She’d have been vetted by at least two different security agencies. “How will she handle your departure?”

“I believe the recommendation came from Miss Novak, Mr. Prentiss. She has a full staff to help with her foundation responsibilities and an additional two secretaries beyond myself. Her precise words were that she would miss me personally, but professionally she was covered.” The wry response suggested a sense of humor and Richard nodded, but continued to drum his fingers. It was all a little too neat for his level of comfort. The world did not provide easy solutions—and in his experience, if one didn’t examine every angle of a potential Trojan horse, one deserved to be burned.

And she comes recommended by Armand who wants me safe, so chances are she’s exactly what she appears to be.

Still.

“The better question, I believe, is will we work well together? Do you have any particularly annoying habits that I might object to? Are you a vegetarian perhaps? Or someone who speaks with their mouth full of food? Do you eat while you dictate your notes? Do you prefer MP3s or in person dictation? What types of confidentiality contracts am I expected to sign? Will I receive any type of additional compensation for the level of disruption in my life? When you have romantic liaisons will you expect me to wait in the other room on the off chance of a three a.m. emergency?”

The rapid-fire questions eliminated his initial assessment. He grinned, she definitely had bite. “I have no idea if we’ll work well together, but my initial impression is yes. I have no annoying habits that I’m aware of, though I’ve been told I’m an ass on more than one occasion.” He let that hang out there to see what she would do with it.

“You’re an attorney, Mr. Prentiss. I would expect you received your certification in being an ass about the same time you passed the bar.” Sharp, dry and to the point.

She answered every question, and had retaliated with a few of her own.

He liked her.

“I never talk when my mouth is full.” He layered innuendo along the words on purpose. Anna and Armand’s recommendation aside, he needed a personal assistant who could do her job in the office and not on her back. Instead of rising to the bait, she merely lifted her eyebrows and waited. Impressed, he continued. “Let’s see, there is a very good chance that I will dictate notes while consuming a meal, but I expect you’ll be eating at the same time, so we’ll adjust accordingly. I tend to record notes on my cell phone when I drive and I’ll text you the voice memos as needed.”


Shifting her personnel folder to the side, he held out a fifteen-page contract and sobered. All personal quirks aside, he needed some assurances. “This is the confidentiality agreement. It’s ironclad and it stipulates on all terms that it remains enforced whether you work for me for five seconds, five months or five decades. What we discuss, what information passes in my office, is between you and I and absolutely no one else. I don’t care if the police are questioning you or the President of the United States—privileged defines every communication. If you can’t handle that, we stop right here.”

“Unless you’re planning to assassinate the president or in some way create mass havoc such as harboring a terrorist, I have no problems with signing that contract.” Utterly unruffled, she didn’t pause to consider her response. “I will, of course, insist that you add to those caveats. Privileged information does not allow you to compromise my integrity or make me complicit in a crime.” The blunt force of personality added another tick into the pro column.

He extended the sheaf of papers. “Section four, paragraph three, subsection A—it’s a personal morality clause. It stipulates if you believe a crime is being planned or has been committed that has caused, will cause, or may cause duress or undue distress to you or another living being, you may waive the privilege—in only that issue—to report it.”

“I’m not sure whether to be disturbed or impressed that you have that in a confidentiality agreement.” She took the papers and flipped to the section he’d indicated, a tiny line forming between her brows. “The fact that you’ve already considered it enough to put it in the contract suggests you’ve been burned.”

Smiling at the implied question, he spread his hands. “I’m afraid that’s confidential. However, read through and make sure you understand it. Perhaps consult an attorney and if you can do that in the next—” he checked his watch, “—fifteen minutes, that would be great. I have a backlog of cases and briefs that need my attention.”

Most people would have snapped to their feet at the urgency, but she didn’t. Instead she rested the contract in her lap and stared at him. At his raised eyebrows, a smile turned up the corners of her mouth. “You failed to answer the final two questions.”


Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Sabrina York's Hannah and the Highlander! #comingsoon #preorder #firstinaseries



Hannah and the Highlander by Sabrina York

First in a brand-new series about the bold, brawny men of the Scottish Highlands--and the lovely lasses who bring them to their knees…

Coming September 1st

Highlanders are her weakness.

Hannah Dounreay has no time for suitors who only seem interested in her family's land, which she manages as well as any man. If she marries, she wants to be loved for the educated, independent woman she is. But when a strong, silent--and spectacularly handsome--Highlander saves her from a violent attack, her heart is stirred. Who is this man? And if he asks for Hannah's hand, will she be able to resist him?

Love is the most powerful weapon of all.

Alexander Lochlannach, Laird of Dunnet, has no time to lose. The Highlands are in an uproar as clans battle for land--without mercy--and Alexander can't afford to fall for the wildly attractive, strong-willed Hannah. What's more, he has a desperate secret, one that could destroy them both. But as their attraction turns into an all-consuming passion, Alexander has no choice but to prove to Hannah that he's the only man for her--body and soul…

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Thursday, August 13, 2015

#TBT Wolf Claim, the first time we meet Brett! #wolvesofwillowbend #PNR



Beams of sunlight raked through the clouds, offering a tentative promise of the end of four straight days of torrential downpours. Owen parked across the street and down a couple of houses from the Alpha’s place. Christina Tate, the house’s owner, glanced out her window. He raised his hand in greeting, then nodded to his truck. Though Mrs. Tate was one of the oldest wolves in the pack, and a natural submissive, Owen had no problem asking for her permission to leave his vehicle parked in front of her house—it was polite.

Mason Clayborne’s driveway was full and three more cars occupied spaces right in front of his place. A meeting of the Willow Bend council—Mason’s council—meant everyone who could be there had already arrived. Mrs. Tate gave him a benevolent smile and nodded. She retreated from window, probably to watch one of her shows or to work on some project for one of her fifteen grandchildren.

Hers remained a huge family within the pack structure, something he knew gave Mrs. Tate enormous pride and joy. Had it been earlier in the day, he wouldn’t have been surprised to see the youngest of her grandpups out running and playing on her massive lawn.

Ryan Huston, the pack attorney and their current Alpha’s father-in-law, pulled in to park right behind Owen. His spotless, dark blue Lexus made a powerful counterpoint to Owen’s muddy, beat-up Ford. The attorney must’ve taken the time to change into the jeans and t-shirt he was currently wearing before the meeting, as he normally favored overpriced three thousand dollar suits.

“Hey, Owen.” The wolf nodded to him and slid an envelope into Mrs. Tate’s mailbox. No doubt a gift of some kind. Mrs. Tate’s mate passed away more than twenty years before, and they liked to make sure she was getting on okay.

It was the mark of a strong pack—children who played in the streets without fear, widows and widowers who were cared for, and dominants having conversations instead of pissing matches. Task accomplished, Ryan paused to stretch out his hand. Owen met his gaze and held it for a few seconds longer than necessary. Their wolves didn’t have a problem with each other, nor were the men particularly unsettled about their places in the pack.

Old habits, however, died hard. Grinning at the thought, Owen shook Ryan’s hand once before nodding toward Mason’s. “I thought I’d be the last to arrive.”

“I just got back from the city and wanted a shower first.” A reasonable choice from a reasonable, if very crafty, wolf.

The front door opened the moment they hit the steps. Alexis danced outside and threw her arms around her father. He caught the Alpha’s mate in his arms and lifted her. “Hi, Daddy!” she said.
“Hello, little girl.” Ryan’s demeanor gentled and his voice softened. He pressed a kiss to her temple. After setting her down, he gave her a once over. “You’re dressed up.”

“Going shopping with Vivian and Claudia, and I’m late.” She gave her father a kiss on the cheek and waved to Owen. “Go on in, make yourselves comfortable. We brought fried chicken, loads of mashed potatoes, veggies, and there’s even ice cream for dessert.” With that she headed down the sidewalk and leapt over the gate with the smoothness of a natural born wolf—a vast improvement that spoke volumes for how much Alexis had adjusted since being turned. But the Alpha’s mate was not going to wander from Willow Bend alone without protection; it flew in the face of every instinct Owen possessed.

“Don’t worry,” A.J. Buckley said from inside the doorway. Owen’s wolf went predator still inside him. A.J. was pack and a friendly, but their wolves still had a few issues to settle. “Linc and Ty are going with them.” The line of tension in Ryan’s posture eased a fraction and Owen relaxed. “She’s walking over to my place and—” As if on cue, Linc met Alexis on the sidewalk and fell into step with her. “They were going to pick her up, but Melissa is sleeping and she didn’t think she’d go if the baby woke up.”

Not even a year old, and the baby ruled her parents. As though reminded, Ryan surged forward, into the house, only pausing long enough to clap A.J. on the shoulder. Owen followed at a more sedate pace, his wolf in his eyes.

“A.J.”

“Owen.”

Not six months before, they’d come to blows over A.J.’s intention to pursue his mate into the woods. Owen’s orders had included keeping A.J. and Vivian contained to the guest cabin on the Carlyle property. They’d fought to a near standstill—an impressive achievement for a wolf as battered as A.J. had been at the time. Even now, neither felt the need to look away. Strength of personality and dominance did not always equal physical strength, but A.J. had recovered in the intervening months and his chest, shoulders, and arms had thickened.

He’d be a hell of a good fight now.

As if reading the direction of his thoughts, A.J. grinned slowly. “Later.” Offer accepted. “Mason wants to get started.”

“Sounds good.” He allowed A.J. to lead, but Owen scanned the street before shutting the front door. He’d been a Hunter since he’d left high school. Trained by his father, he’d grown up on the fringes of pack life and made his peace with it. He didn’t want a position of power or the responsibility of contact, preferring to stay on the edge, ever watchful, and keep them all safe.

Hunters like Owen ensured the children could play safely in the streets and that widows like Mrs. Tate enjoyed their golden years without fear of invasion, attack—or worse, discovery. A number of familiar scents alerted him to the presence of the other council members.

Mason stood in the center of the living room, his daughter in his arms. The baby had been asleep, huh? Yes, she was sound asleep with her head cushioned on her father’s bare chest. Having the baby present at the meeting wasn’t that unusual. Normally surly tempers cooled in the presence of the young, and level heads—and voices—prevailed.

Ryan stood near Mason and the two conversed in low tones. Ryan’s hand on his granddaughter’s back emphasized the family ties between them. A.J. took a spot against one wall, arms folded. The wolf had spent years in a human prison and, shortly after his return, Mason elevated him to second in the pack.

A clever move on the part of the relatively new Alpha. Like Mason, A.J. carried the Alpha potential in his demeanor and personal strength. Few wolves could have survived the isolation and crippling effects of enforced captivity. Not only had A.J. survived, but he’d come out whole on the other side.

His mate Vivian brought a uniqueness to the pack and it’d only been three months since her first turn.
Mason and A.J. had a great deal in common. Each brought outside perspective to Willow Bend, as well as formerly human mates who’d recently joined their pack. Young blood, Mrs. Tate called them both. Young blood to bring fresh life.

Owen crossed the room to drop down on one knee next to Felicia Carlyle’s chair. The elegant older wolf, with her snow white hair and kind eyes, gave him a gentle smile. Felicia Carlyle had once been Felicia Chase, sister to Owen’s grandfather.

“Hello, darling boy.” She smiled and accepted his kiss before stroking her hand over his head in welcome. He permitted few to touch him, bowed to far less. Felicia, however, could have whatever she wanted. With a quick smile, he rose and took a place behind her chair.

Settling, he met Mason’s gaze, held it for the space of two heartbeats, then lowered his in deference. From the day he’d returned to the pack, Mason Clayborne earned Owen’s loyalty with two simple, yet utterly inarguable, acts. First he’d challenged Toman and defeated the Alpha. Though Mason had been tempted to offer the man mercy, Toman made the choice to continue the fight, forcing Mason to kill him. That could have been the end of it, but Mason had gone to Felicia and helped keep her with them.
Surrounded by the pack and with the strength of the new Alpha to lean on—strength Mason had freely shared—Felicia Carlyle lived. Grief had left its mark on her, but she’d begun to thrive as the pack looked after her and relied on her in turns.

The only others present were Emma Halifax, the pack’s healer, Virgil Buckley, A.J.’s father and a vehicle mechanic and Vance, a relaxed beta male who served as administrator for the local schools.
“Good, everyone is here.” Mason nodded to the sideboard, a nonverbal invitation for others to eat. Though the food smelled good, Owen decided to wait. He was the only Hunter present, therefore responsible for protecting every single person in the room, particularly their most vulnerable. Passing his daughter over to Ryan, Mason stroked a finger across her hair. “We have a few things to discuss tonight, including a request from Hudson River.”

The last caught the attention of every wolf present. The five packs of North America respected each other’s borders, avoided more than the most tacit of skirmishes, and mostly kept to themselves unless under severe duress. One notable exception had been the death of Delta Crescent’s Alpha several years before. The old man had won and held the respect of not only his pack, but also the Enforcers and the other Alphas. In a rare demonstration, representatives from all the packs had attended his funeral. Later, they remained to witness the battle for dominance between his top lieutenants. A battle Mason had participated in, but not as contender for the title, rather as a supporter for Serafina Andre, the Alpha who won. Owen had gone along with his father to witness and represent Willow Bend.
“We’ll get to that last item.” Mason continued speaking, seemingly unperturbed by their silence. “I’ve also heard the rumors of a disagreement brewing between the other packs, but not one that will touch us yet. For now, we will watch and we’ll be aware. Ryan, I may need you to go to Sutter Butte and Delta Crescent next month.” Ryan’s skill at legal maneuverings and diplomacy made him the obvious choice for a mission requiring finesse and intelligence.

The attorney nodded and continued to sway in place, rocking his granddaughter. No one brought up the Yukon pack. The less they dealt with them, the better.

“That said, go ahead and give me your reports.” Rather than waiting for them to begin, Mason loaded a plate with food and carried it to Felicia. He made the rounds to Emma, Virgil, and Vance. The need to care for his pack seemed as strong in Mason as his need to defend it. These qualities made him a good leader, one worthy of being followed.

“We’ve got a youth problem,” Vance began without preamble. “About a dozen young dominant males, all vying to be Alpha of the youth groups. Your last visit settled them some, but it’s beginning again. Summer is close, schools will shut down, and we’re going to have fights.”
“Owen, how many Hunters do we have?” Though he likely knew the answer, Mason included Owen in the conversation by asking.

“Forty active.” Owen knew every single one by name. “Another thirty or so retired.” Including my father. Hunters worked until age or infirmity dictated they give way to the younger generation, though they were hardly useless to the pack. Retired Hunters served within the community, guarding the schools, patrolling the streets, and generally offering a soothing presence to the populace.

 Younger Hunters existed on the fringe and borders, discouraging and repelling potential invaders.
“See who is willing to take on an apprentice or two. We’ll place a dozen of the most obvious troublemakers first. We’ll give them a job, and they can start learning to be productive. If we have any other Hunters willing, we can make an offer for additional volunteers.”

A solid plan. Owen nodded. “My father will definitely take one or two. He knows how to handle hard-headed boys.” Laughter greeted his statement. “I’d rather they stay with the retired.” While it would be safer for the boys, limiting who they were partnered with wouldn’t do them any favors.
“Fair enough.” Mason made himself a plate. “You’ll take care of it.” It hadn’t been a question, but Owen gave his ascent regardless. He was the lead among the Hunters, the most dominant, and so the task was his. “Virgil, how about you?”

“Spirits are up, so is the confidence level. A.J.’s homecoming has done a great deal to comfort the anxious. We still have a few naysayers. Gerald will be the last you sway, but he’s a farmer and very set in his ways. He and Toman were friends for years.”

“Gerald is harmless,” Felicia said, her soft voice carrying across the room. “He’s an old man and, yes, set in his ways. You just keep doing what you’re doing, Mason. You’ll prove it to him and he will accept it. Whether he agrees or not, however, he won’t challenge you.”

No one said anything as Mason seemed to contemplate Felicia’s words. Finally, he said, “If he isn’t stirring up problems, he’s entitled to his opinions and earned the right to express them.” While not a comfortable position to assume, it was the kind of decision that earned him their loyalty. He put the pack before his personal comfort and likely would in all matters that didn’t involve his wife or daughter—exactly as he should.

Emma spoke next. “We have no major issues within the pack. A few pregnancies, two broken legs that will take some looking after, but I don’t want the boys to rush off and do anything stupid. Overall, very quiet.”

“And Vivian?” Mason glanced at his second, then the healer.

“She’s perfectly fine,” Emma said, a smile in her voice. “We were correct. She has no brain anomalies and she’s adjusting even faster to pack life than Alexis.” They didn’t turn humans every day, so two newly turned wolves in less than a year kept their healer busier than normal.
For his part, A.J. looked content. “I told you so.”

“Yes, you did.” Mason chuckled. “Never hurts to ask. So, this brings me to a question, Emma. Can you spare Gillian, or would you be interested in a trip yourself?”

Surprise creased the older wolf’s face and rippled through murmurs from the wolves in the room. “A trip?”

“Brett Dalton, Alpha of Hudson River, called me this morning.” With that statement, Mason had their undivided attention. Owen narrowed his gaze, studying his Alpha’s body language and scent.

Concern tightened the corners of Mason’s eyes, and his shoulders set in a hard line. “They’ve suffered some losses over the last several months. One or two in separate incidences, nothing to tie them together, and no real pattern that aroused suspicion, except for his healer. Three days ago, Brett found his healer dead.”

No one moved, save for Emma. “What happened?”

“Natural causes, Brett hopes.”

“But?” Owen asked. Alphas didn’t reach out to other Alphas every day, and the death of a healer hurt a pack. Even if it was due to natural causes, it created an injury that didn’t heal easily.

“But he isn’t sure, and he found records in the healer’s home for each of the deaths in the last eighteen months.”

“How many?” Emma continued to focus on Mason.

“Fourteen. With the death of his healer, Brett makes the count fifteen. They have no apprentices, and only one child with the potential. He’s asked me for a favor, and I am considering granting it.”

Ice slithered through Owen. Emma was a vital, healthy wolf, but sending their healer beyond their territory didn’t sit well with him. Nor did…

“He wants to know if Gillian or I can go,” Emma said. It wasn’t a question.

Owen curled his fingers into his palms. He knew no reaction would show on his face and, with the tension levels in the room already on the rise, whatever the others picked up would be seen as natural concern. Gillian was a doll, a perfect wolf in every way. Kind and guileless to a fault, she would rip off her own arms to help a stranger.

Another pack would tear her apart.

Neither choice sat well with him.

“Yes, but I won’t order it.” Mason folded his arms, his attention on Emma. “I have Brett’s blood oath to protect whomever I send. You’ll have his guards, and they will care for you as if you were their own.”

“You trust him?” Ryan asked, his gaze measured and assessing.

“I spent a few months in Hudson River when I left here. Brett gave me a place and he didn’t mind a Lone Wolf staying until I got my feet under me. He helped me get my first job and found someone to teach me some trade skills. The only reason I left Hudson River was because he couldn’t have an unbound dominant of my strength in his territory—it was causing issues. But he gave me money and a fresh start. He didn’t owe me any of those things.”

A good Alpha didn’t need an excuse for kindness. Mason didn’t say it aloud, but Owen heard the words. Dalton had shown Mason a courtesy he could never imagine being repaid, one that earned him no special privileges and one, Owen would bet, he wasn’t calling in now.

Instead, the reason Mason considered his request was his relationship with the other Alpha.

“That said, I won’t force anyone, Emma. It has to be your choice. I won’t ask Gillian unless you think she’s ready.”

Owen’s relief at that statement was short-lived because the healer said, “She is. She has been for months. Her title of journeyman is more a courtesy than anything else. I think this might be a good experience, but I worry about sending her into danger.”

“Agreed,” Mason said. “But Brett is aware. He won’t let Gillian out of his sight. If you have no objections, I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”

“The hell you will.” Owen’s words slammed into the silence with the ring of challenge, and the tension in the room altered perceptibly. Mason swung around to face him, and Owen met his gaze and held it.

Over his dead body would he let Mason send Gillian away from Willow Bend.



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Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Lion for Her by Brandy Walker #SouthernShiftersKW #shifters



Madison Templeton, known to most as Maddie, is going through a break-up. The man she thought was her mate actually wasn't. While that should break her heart, and it did a little, she's more upset about losing her best friend and confidant, her ex-boyfriend's twin brother Van. When the opportunity to escape town and help her cousin out at her bakery comes around, she jumps at it. A little time away to get her head back on straight seems like the perfect way to get some distance.

Van Bowman thought all he could have since the day Maddie unwittingly picked his twin brother over him, was friendship. He's had to love her quietly from a distance, and find comfort in being her confidant. Now that his brother has broken up with her, Van is ready to claim the woman that should have been his from the beginning. He made a mistake not telling her how he felt, and he aims to fix that. He'll do anything to convince her she belongs to him, even chase after her, and face off against her new protective friends.

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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

New Release: Scents and Scentability! #KindleWorlds #AmazonExclusive




After banishing Kira and Lucas, the councils remained uncertain of how to control the mingling of powers and what the long-term effects are, so they arrange the circumstances for a double-blind experiment. 


Snow leopard, Bennett Nelson takes work for his Clan council regularly as payment for occupying a section of their territory. Though he prefers working solo, his next assignment places in him in close quarters with one of the Psi. Isolated with her on a mountainside, his instructions are explicit—keep the woman alive and safe from any possible harm.

A powerful telepath, Darcy Ashwood prefers to work alone in her lab because people are far too much trouble. Her personal passion? Creating perfumes. She knows everything there is to know about the olfactory sense and is particularly proud of the oil pheromone she created which inspires attraction in others. When she’s sent to a remote cabin to refine her creation, she’s also told to test it on the shifter assigned to be her guard.

A soldier and a scientist, both following orders, never expect to discover a very real connection…

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Thursday, August 6, 2015

#TBT The Marine Cowboy #alwaysamarine #1NS

The seventh installment in the Always a Marine anthology in 1Night Stand (1NS) line for Decadent Publishing. 1Night Stand is the business name of an exclusive online dating service run by Madame Evangeline who provides her clients with a possibility of happily ever after or happily for now.



The Marine Cowboy 
Always a Marine #7

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 Turning down a billet at Mike's Place in Dallas, Sergeant A.J. Turner left Iraq for Freewill, Wyoming with one goal in mind—to forget the last five years. Trading his MARPATS for jeans and his cover for a cowboy hat, he plans to work his ranch and pray the green grass, tall trees, and sweet mountains can wash away the taste of the desert.

The last thing he expected was a reminder of a promise made to his buddies: one night to help them all start again.

Sheri Vaughn quit her corporate job, sold her house and moved to Freewill on a whim. Six months after her divorce, she's hardly ready to put her toe in the dating waters again. One bottle of wine later, however, she signs up for Madame Eve's exclusive 1Night Stand service and lists a very particular set of qualities she wants in a man; he must be honorable, courageous, forthright, single, have served as Marine, but be a cowboy at heart. If she wants to dream, at least she can dream big.

But when local hero A.J. Turner arrives home, Madame Eve comes through, and Sheri has to find the courage to make her dream a reality…

 Can one night, even a night arranged by Madame Eve, fulfill both a promise and a dream?

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Holy hell in a hand basket. Her gaze tracked the rugged stranger as he left the café and crossed the street. The jeans he wore hadn’t been spray painted on, but they definitely gave her a great visual of hard muscle and male confidence. He walked like he owned the town, but without any hint of pretentious air. That was a man who belonged in Freewill. She didn’t know who he was. She thought after six months she’d met most of the locals, but she would have remembered him.
“A.J. Turner.” Bea poured fresh coffee into her cup, heating it up.
Sheri spent nearly every morning at the café reading before she walked one block down to open the library. Trading her job as a corporate executive at a Fortune 500 company to be a small-town librarian didn’t suggest upward trajectory, but the town of Freewill healed that broken empty place inside left by her ex-husband’s series of affairs.
“The war hero?” She blinked and glanced back at the window, but he’d already disappeared.
“One and the same. Boy hasn’t been home since he left and didn’t tell anyone he was coming back either.” Bea clucked her tongue and wrote out the check. The café preferred the old pen and paper method, and since Sheri ate fruit and drank coffee every morning, the price was always the same.
“What branch did he serve in again?” Curious, she glanced at the waitress. Bea had been born, married, gave birth to her children, and buried her husband in Freewill. The town fixture wasn’t going anywhere. She also took Sheri under her wing from the day she arrived, treating her like an old friend—or a daughter.
“Marines, honey. That young man is definitely one of Freewill’s proudest.” She winked and went back to work.
A Marine. A tremor raced over her and her stomach seemed to bottom out.
The message waiting in her email that morning from Madame Eve made so much more sense. Biting her lip, she strained to look down the street. She wished she’d paid closer attention to him when he walked in, but she only got one good glimpse at his face when he turned and caught her staring.
Her cheeks heated at the memory. He’d caught her attention the moment he entered the café. She hadn’t missed the corded muscle in his arms, tense and well defined even as he drank a cup of coffee. The man was gorgeous and wore his masculinity like a second skin.
But his smile.
Her heart squeezed. The polite smile creasing his rugged face transformed him from handsome to a full-blown heartthrob. Her body hummed in reaction. To a smile.
Wow. He just got home, Sheri. Dial down the hormones.