I’m so excited!
Decadent has accepted the proposal for my third story in their Black Hills Wolves
series! Leave a comment today and you could win a copy of both of my previous
Black Hills Wolves stories.
If you’ve read
my bio, you know that I like to mix a little mystery in with my romance and
there’s a juicy one threaded into these two stories that continues into the
next. I’d love to tell you all about it but I’d rather show you…
***His To Protect***
What wolf in their right mind would want to be tied to her family
tree?
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 #1 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.”
He stripped off his shirt with a
little more force than necessary and handed it to her before turning to give
her some privacy. And so she couldn’t see his face. “Are you Ed Sinclair’s
daughter?” He hadn’t meant to snap.
“Yes.” She delivered the one
succinct word in the same brusque tone he’d used. She didn’t sound happy about
relaying the information.
“The alpha will want to see you.” He
turned around. Why did he and his wolf always choose the most difficult path to
reach any desired destination?
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***HIS TO
CLAIM***
He’s home to find the truth…
Once he’s over the initial shock of
hearing his father hasn’t been dead for the past twelve years, J.D. Decker
vacillates between joy and anger until he returns to Los Lobos and finds the
man who sent him away threatening Bree Redmond, the only other person he’s ever
cared about as much.
After years of living under a harsh
alpha, Bree Redmond is intent on experiencing everything life has to offer, and
ignoring her family’s wishes that she settle on a mate and help rebuild the Tao
pack. When J.D. Decker jumps out of his truck, and back into her life, she
realizes why she’s never been eager to settle.
They aren’t kids anymore and J.D.
has Bree howling at the moon and questioning her desire for nothing more than a
sexy romp in the woods. He’s a blunt force and rough around the edges, but he
ignites all of her deepest desires with his single-minded determination to make
her his.
Bree’s family isn’t happy about her
budding romance with the son of a man they feel is responsible for the death of
one of their own. Old wounds are reopened and as tempers flare Bree must decide
whether to let a dark secret from the past separate them, or defy her family
and accept J.D.’s claiming.
Excerpt:
Rated: R for Language
An aged,
rust-pitted, light-blue pickup with a black hood and green driver’s side door,
with a dirty, white camper shell covering its bed, turned into the yard. The
thing appeared to be held together with bubblegum and baling wire. The
windshield wipers had swiped a mud-streaked half-moon and must have allowed the
driver to see at least a portion of the road and enough of the yard to stop
before he reached the porch steps.
The driver,
nostrils flaring, barreled out of the truck as soon as the engine died. Bree
glanced at the lean, dark-haired man wearing worn jeans and a clean white
T-shirt, and experienced an unsettling moment of instant recognition. The same
dark, curly lashes surrounded his smoky topaz eyes, but time had carved cheekbones
into the youthful face she hadn’t seen in twelve years.
His mouth worked
for a few seconds, and then he yelled, “What the fucking hell!”
Wherever he’d
been, he’d acquired some interesting vocabulary skills.
His fist still
raised, Ray glared at the interloper, and she knew he didn’t realize who’d
challenged him.
“Jacob Donovan
Decker.” She sounded like a schoolmarm addressing him by his given name instead
of J.D., but she would have done anything to break the tension.
Ray’s glare
withered. He lowered his arm and smoothed his good hand over the wrinkled
placket of his grubby, dirt-brown flannel shirt, but nothing would make it
cleaner or less wrinkled. He opened his mouth. Nothing came out but a short,
shallow hiss. A study in abject misery, he slumped against the battered screen
door and hung his head. His chest heaved in an attempt to stifle a sob.
J.D.’s confused
gaze settled on her for a moment, and he raised one dark brow. “Hello, Briana
Hortensia Redmond. You want to step off of the porch and tell me what the hell
is going on here?”
“We were
discussing the merits of being neighborly. If you want to know anything else,
you’re going to need to ask your father.”
She sidestepped
the hamper, and Ray mumbled, “Take your stuff,” as she passed.
“J.D. can return
the basket when you’re finished. There’s plenty for both of you.”
He slipped
inside the cabin and let the screen door whoosh shut behind him.
Without being
able to focus on Ray, she didn’t have an excuse for avoiding the calculating
gaze of J.D. Decker. Judging by his expression, he hadn’t forgotten how, when
she’d turned twelve, she’d caught him skinny-dipping and stolen his clothes. Of
course, she hadn’t forgotten he’d planted a sign in her front yard declaring
she had freckles on her butt, either. Their war had lasted all summer. By the
time fall had arrived, their childhoods had been swept away by a budding
attraction neither had acknowledged and the reality of how dangerous life in
the Tao pack had become.
“Where have you
been?”
“Wherever I
could find work and someplace to run. Imagine my surprise when Drew Tao tracked
me down and told me my father needed me. Something the man himself has never
bothered to do,” he shouted, loud enough for someone in the next county to
hear.
She glanced at
the door but couldn’t see Ray. “Look, things got bad around here for a long
time. After you left—”
“He sent me
away.” Ray had never explained J.D.’s disappearance, but it had probably kept
him safe during those mad, bad times.
“Then you were
lucky.”
His angular jaw
firmed, and she got a glimpse of how handsome Ray must have been at
twenty-five. “I’ve spent twelve years thinking the only reason he didn’t come
after me was because he was dead. Still think I’m lucky?” His fury simmered
below the surface.
She couldn’t
imagine coping with the pain of losing a parent now, let alone when she’d been
a kid, but he’d missed the point. “Since you’ve been gone, we’ve all learned to
be grateful for every piece of happiness we could manage, so yes, I think
you’re lucky. You still have a father you thought you’d lost, but he needs
help. He isn’t eating, and I don’t think he’s sleeping. I thought I was making
a little headway by getting him to accept an occasional pot of soup or plate of
cookies, but I guess not.”
He frowned, and
his gaze drifted toward the cabin. “How long has he been like this?”
“Since Luna
Sinclair came home.”
“What’s Luna
Sinclair got to do with all of this? Drew would only tell me he had part of the
story, and he wants it all.”
“I suggest you
ask Ray. Without his side, anything I tell you would only be speculation, and I
think he deserves more.”
“Did it occur to
any of you his part of the story might be a place to start?”
“Has it occurred
to you only knowing part of the story might be the problem?”
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