Happy Release Day to me and to DISQUIETED SOULS, #29 in the
BLACK HILLS WOLVES Series!
I am a long-time reader and fan of shifter novels. The story
of how I became one sounds rather like a line from the Eagles’ song, Hotel
California. “You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.” I
“checked in” when I came across Laurel K Hamilton’s Anita Blake series. She
knows how to make vamps and all manner of shifter sexy as hell! I added
Christine Feehan’s vamps and shifters to my repertoire and just about died. My
love affair with the hot and sexy supernatural creatures glowed strong. After
consuming book after book, I eventually veered away from the genre and read
others, but as the line intimates above, I couldn’t leave it behind for long.
A couple of years after getting thoroughly immersed in
reading romance and all its genres, I started my own romance writing career.
One would’ve thought I’d dive right into writing shifters, but no! It’s taken
me six years to return to the genre that wooed me in the first place, and I’M
NEVER LEAVING!
Writing Disquieted Souls for the multi-author series, Black
Hills Wolves, has been transformational, challenging, rewarding, and addictive!
I’m already writing another story for it. Not only do I get to sculpt
characters with one personality, but here, I get to sculpt characters with two-
their human and their wolf sides. Emotional highs and lows are considered for
both, an intricate task that serves up a tasty treat in the end.
Disquieted Souls has so much going on inside its pages.
There are layers to be peeled away, lessons to be learned, wounds to be healed,
and at its heart, a romance to shape the future of two disquieted souls. Here,
take a look:
BLURB:
Willow Bissett, a fashion photographer, has had enough of
the career that’s blackened her soul, and wants out. Her passion lies in taking
pictures of nature, and she’s determined to make a living from doing it. When
she stumbles upon a gruesome scene in the Black Hills Forest, her life is
forever changed.
Greyson shouldn't be alive. As the runt of the litter, his mother left him to die in the wilderness. Picked up by Drew, son of the Alpha, he is adopted into the Tao Pack. Rather than living a charmed life, he lives his days alone, tormented by his abandonment and his unique appearance. His soul yearns for acceptance, peace, and closure.
Willow could be the answer to Greyson’s prayers, or the very death of him.
Greyson shouldn't be alive. As the runt of the litter, his mother left him to die in the wilderness. Picked up by Drew, son of the Alpha, he is adopted into the Tao Pack. Rather than living a charmed life, he lives his days alone, tormented by his abandonment and his unique appearance. His soul yearns for acceptance, peace, and closure.
Willow could be the answer to Greyson’s prayers, or the very death of him.
EXCERPT:
“Are you
a fugitive from the law?”
He bared
a perfect set of pearly white teeth any mother would be proud of and chuckled.
“No. And I’ve never been arrested, either. You can relax.”
“So,”
she pressed on, breathing easier once again. “You have a thing against the
medical profession?”
He
turned his face toward her, and she could now confirm his eyes, one rich amber
with golden flecks, the other the deepest blue, were as beguiling as she’d
figured. “You could say I’m a fast healer. I’ll be fine in a couple of
days…Willow.”
When he
spoke her name, it was as though he’d spread a coat of silky chocolate over her
entire body and licked every ounce of it off with his tongue. Her palms
tingled, her face flushed, and she shifted in her seat to ease the growing ache
down low.
“Fast is
one thing, but you’d need to be supernatural to bounce back from these wounds
in a couple of days. Insert foot in mouth, Will.” She groaned and dropped her
head into her hands.
“What do
you mean?” His voice returned to a shaky whisper, but she heard him just fine.
She
shrugged off her embarrassment and peered up at him. Enough dancing around the
issue. She needed answers now that he was conscious and looking all delicious
despite his injuries. So, she ignored his question and asked the first of many
of her own. “Who are you?”
“My name
is Greyson. Thanks for fixing me up. I’m sure you did an awesome job.”
“You’re
welcome. I’m no doctor, but I make a damn good triage nurse in the wilderness
when I need to. Back to you, Greyson. What
the hell are you? And what actually happened out there? I can only guess, but I
want the whole story. From the beginning. I don’t think it’s too much to
ask…considering.”
“What if
it is?”
“What if
it is what?”
“Too
much to ask.”
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