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Sunday, March 5, 2017

What's New?

It's a brand new year and I have a new publisher, Decadent Publishing. I've never been part of an ongoing series, but in January my first Black Hills Wolves story, which happens to be #63 in the very popular series was released. I'm also self-publishing all of the stories previously published with Ellora's Cave and working on more paranormal and historical stories. This is shaping up to be a very busy year and so far, everything seems to be on schedule, which fingers crossed, continues to be the case. Here's a little sample of my newest release, His to Protect. Enjoy!



His to Protect
By Paris Brandon
©2017
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance/Romantic Suspense

Blurb:                          

After ten long years, desperation has forced Luna Sinclair back to Los Lobos but nothing in her experience has prepared her for the heat that Pack Protector, Gunnar Redmond unleashes. Her wolf is clawing to break free and run straight for the hulking beast but what wolf in their right mind would want to be tied to her family tree?

Not everyone is happy about welcoming the daughter of one of the old alpha’s henchmen, home. Old wounds and secrets are exposed and to make matters worse, Drew Tao, the new alpha has reason to suspect that she might have revealed the packs most closely guarded secret when she escaped the crazed survivalist that had been keeping her prisoner.

None of that matters to Gunnar. He’s known Luna was his mate since finding her naked and shivering on pack land and he’ll do anything to keep her. With their wolves clawing to mate and danger closing in, anyone who wants to hurt her will have to go through him first. 

Excerpt PG13:

Gunnar Redmond’s blood still raced from his morning run, and the female’s musky scent hit him doubly hard. The haggard white wolf had been running in a straight line since she’d hit the perimeter a few minutes ago. Nothing ran that hard unless something chased it, and he didn’t see or smell anything following her. Too soon to call a warning for something he could probably handle himself, the pack protector kept well behind his quarry. The third time she stumbled, his wolf reached for her, nearly stopping him in his tracks.
The urge to catch her before she fell surprised him. He breathed in her scent once more, finding her human nature had become much stronger and stank of a fear so fierce it permeated the crisp autumn air. She’d transformed. The scent grew stronger. His quarry had stopped, perhaps to get her bearings.
Every wolf in Los Lobos knew the location of the pack land boundaries.
She was obviously lost and confused.
Downwind and hidden by a small stand of trees, Gunnar crouched on the crest of a small hill. Naked and filthy, twigs and leaves riddled her tangled mess of dark hair that reached past her shoulders. Mud streaked her bare arms and legs. Her thin flanks trembled as she rubbed her hands up and down her arms and looked around. She might not be very tall, but her obvious curves left no doubt she was all woman.
His wolf whined.
 If he waited any longer, his wolf was going to behave inappropriately. Knocking her down so he could clean her and show his obvious interest probably wouldn’t win him any points. He stood and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked down the short incline.
The wind shifted, and she lifted her nose, turned, and froze. Her dark eyes widened, and he scented the fear she tried to hide. His size intimidated most, but her gaze had locked on his fingers, still working his shirt buttons free, and it occurred to him what the situation must look like.
Nice going, dumbass.
He let his arms drop and sighed. “Did you know you were trespassing?”
Her shoulders slumped. She stared at him a moment, and her mouth worked in a silent effort that seemed to frustrate her. Finally, her words tumbled like so much static from a radio. “Am I in Los Lobos?”
Gunnar nodded, and a shaky smile quirked one corner of her mouth.
“My name is Luna Sinclair, and I beg sanctuary.”

                                                  ***Available now***


Happy Reading!

Paris Brandon


8 comments:

Tina Donahue said...

Congrats, Paris! Decadent is a very nice place to be. :)

Paris said...

Thanks, Tina! I agree:)

Melissa Keir said...

I loved this story! What a great set of characters! I also love Decadent. Can't go wrong with them!

Cara Marsi said...

Congratulations on your new publisher. The story sounds great! Best of luck.

Paris said...

Thanks, Melissa! I'm glad you loved the story and I do love working with Decadent:)

Paris said...

Thanks, Cara!

jean hart stewart said...

Fantastic excerpt...so glad things are working out for you. I'm still playing catch-up after the EC debacle.

Paris said...

Thanks, Jean! I think many of us are still sorting things out:)

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