Hi, all. I’m Summer McCoy. I’m part skinwalker and half feline shifter. I was born into the Goldspark big cat clan, rivals of the Black Hills Wolves. I most often take the form of a raven, though, due to a little mishap in my youth, which is how I met Brick Northridge, the great love of my life.I’m so excited to be here today to tell you about WOLF’S SONG, Brick’s and my love story. It was a little weird at first, you know, seeing some of our intimate smexy interludes in actual black and white. But as long as we’re together, the two of us can withstand anything: evil alphas, rival clan wars, embarrassment, you name it. Actually, we’re not together today – the first time we’re not, really, since we met.
Brick’s over at the Daily Dose of Decadence blog, even as we speak. And don’t think I’m not a little worried about that.
BHWB: Why would you be worried about that, Summer?
Summer: Well, sometimes Brick needs me to keep him together.
Summer: When he’s around other wolves, he can hear their voices in his head and sometimes see visions of their deaths. But I sing to him and it seems to block out all the other noise. Keeps him calm and mellow. And hot and hunky. So we can concentrate on the sexy!
BHWB: Is there anything you wouldn’t do for him?
Summer: Nothing! My Uncle Cal tried to tear us apart once. I won’t tell you the horrible sacrifice I almost made…Instead, I accidentally shifted shot him full of animal tranquilizer!
BHWB: Hmmm. I don’t suppose you’d care to elaborate?
Summer: Not without giving too much away!
BHWB: Would you talk about the “mishap” you had that caused you to take the raven form?
Summer: Suffice it to say that I was up a tree as a kit, fell out of it, shifted, and landed naked in front of half the cats. When I met Brick I was living in a tree.
BHWB: That’s somewhat ironic, don’t you think?
Summer shrugs and grins: When my big handsome hunk goes all wolfy and wants to race under the moon…I want to soar with him. And the heights are magical!
BHWB: Can you tell us a little more of your story?
Summer: Well, I’d rather you read it! But sure:
Black Hills Wolves - Book 4
....Ten years ago, visions of death and the babble of lupine voices in his head, drove lone wolf Brick Northridge to challenge his cruel and greedy pack alpha. Beaten by the alpha’s thugs and banished from the pack, Brick lives a life of seclusion in a mountain cabin in the Black Hills.
....Born into a rival clan of feline shifters, skinwalker Summer McCoy, in her guise as a raven, watches Brick from afar, giving him back a reason to live through her sweet songs and special gifts.
....But when her clan attempts to tear them apart and threatens the pack that banished Brick so many years before, will their love be strong enough to withstand the forces bent on their destruction?
Summer McCoy perched in the uppermost branches of her special Ponderosa pine, in raven guise, engaging in her favorite pastime, spying on the lone wolf chopping wood below. Two days’ worth of whiskers shadowed his rigid jaw. She loved when he forgot—or didn’t bother—to shave. Scruffy stubble suited him.
The sun beat down on the back of his bronzed neck and shone on his hair, the color of roasted coffee, a shade lighter than the dark shadow that charcoaled his face.
... She fluffed her feathers in anticipation. Take your shirt off, Brick. She’d heard the giant werebear, Gee, call him that name a decade ago. He’d made some joke about a wall and the hardness of the male’s head. But Brick hadn’t laughed back then. Not ever.
....He’d fascinated her from the moment he’d arrived in the glade, bruised and battered. Once she’d learned his name, she’d treasured it, taking pleasure from repeating it often. Secretly, of course. Unwrapping the syllable frequently to admire its radiance in the privacy of her tree house, the way a woman wearing pearls against her warm skin enhanced their luminosity and iridescence.
....Now, as if he’d heard her silent urging, he complied with her plea, shrugging out of the plaid flannel and flinging it onto a tree stump. Her beak opened as she sucked in breath. Sweat glistened on his torso, glazing rippling pecs and abs, shoulders broad enough to span the Badlands. A huge, incredible specimen of masculinity. Thick biceps flexed as he wielded the ax. Her heart beat faster than a hummingbird’s wings. Heat licked her.Buy: Amazon: US | Canada| UK | Australia | Kobo | iBooks | Decadent
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