Friday the 13th FLASH SALE

Hey there –

We’re headed into Spooky Season, and I couldn’t let Friday the 13th go by without a book party!

This weekend only you can grab an eBook copy of The Lone Wolf’s Wish for only .99! 🙂

LINKS –
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BLURB

Shane Dodd has lost everything, his Pack, his home, and hope. His only wish this Christmas is to live long enough to exact revenge on the Nero assassin he believes killed his Pack. But when he steps between a bullet and Piper Holland everything changes. The woman dressed as one of Santa’s elves is his mate, and she ignites a flame in his heart. But hope and love are dangerous wishes for a lone wolf.

Excerpt:

Shane

I tugged my coat up, covering the back of my neck from the chill of the winter wind. I’d tracked the jaguar shifter across the country, from my home in Lexington, Kentucky, all the way to Sedona, Arizona. And tonight, I’d finally avenge my Pack.

Since an explosion destroyed the Nero Organization two years ago, the trained jaguar assassins that used to work and live on the compound had started encroaching on my Pack’s territory.

For months, we fought them, but the casualties were high. The jaguars had military grade weapons and training to be silent killers. While we had heightened senses of smell and hearing, and our strength far outpowered any human man, we couldn’t compete with sniper rifles.

There final assault on my Pack was cold, calculated, and heartless. I was the last living member of my Pack. Survivor’s guilt suffocated me most days. I should’ve died fighting like my Alpha, but he’d forbidden it. I was the last hope to carry on my Pack’s bloodline. He sent me away as the final fire fight blew holes through the walls and shattered the windows.

Shit. Enough. I’d gnaw off my own damn leg for a single day that I didn’t have to relive hearing that final shot and the deafening silence following it. It was the fucking silence that taunted me late at night.

But it would be over soon. Revenge was the only thing I lived for now.

The full moon rose higher in the sky, calling to the animal side of my soul. I wouldn’t be able to hold off the shift for much longer. My quarry entered the community center. Elvis Presley’s Here Comes Santa Claus wafted out into the cold night air as the door closed behind him. I used to look forward to Christmas, seeing the light in the eyes of our youngest generation of Pack members.

This year it was a cruel reminder of the people I’d lost. I narrowed my eyes and crossed the street. The marquee on the outside of the building read:

Help Santa find homes for shelter pets!

Adoption event 6 – 9 pm

He was getting a dog? I raised a brow. Vance Park was one of Nero’s deadliest assassins. I didn’t take him for a guy who would adopt a shelter dog. Didn’t matter.

I kept walking, right past the building, and out of the parking lot, into the vast red rock high desert. Snow dusted the tops of the mountain peaks as I waded through the bushes. I needed to be far from human eyes before the change took over.

Thankfully the night was quiet. The tourists were indoors, hidden from the chill of the winter wind. I sniffed the air before jumping into a shallow ravine.

I’d only been in town for a few days, but I’d caught the scent of another werewolf Pack here. Crossing paths with a Pack as a lone wolf was dicey at best, and I had no interest in joining another wolf Pack.

We’d always viewed lone wolves as trouble. The animal instinct of the wolf inside our spirits ached for the community of a Pack. Werewolves who lived alone, made Packs nervous. As shifters, our safety depended on humans never discovering we existed, and a Pack could police its members.

Lone wolves didn’t have an Alpha keeping them in line. They were a threat.

And now I was one of “them”. I ground my teeth, struggling to hold it together. My sole focus was taking out the bastard that killed my family and my Pack.

A dark spot in my soul whispered a promise of eternal rest once the job was finished. I wasn’t hoping I’d die in the attack, or at least I didn’t think I was, but I wasn’t afraid of it. As long as I took him with me, I could rest peacefully for the first time in months.

I took off my coat and laid it out flat on the ground. Quickly I stripped the rest of my clothes off and dropped them on top. My wolf was eager for Vance’s blood. Losing our Alpha pained the wolf. He was a Pack animal. Being a lone wolf brought no peace, only an empty ache. If I got the chance to end Vance Park as a wolf, both animal and man would be satisfied.

The winter wind howled through the red rock mountains, stinging my bare skin, but I hardly noticed as the change sucked the air from my lungs. Fuck. I fell onto all fours, clenching my mouth shut to keep from screaming. The shift from man into a wolf was painful every single time, but the freedom that came with it was worth every second of torment.

My muscles tore, ripping and stretching, then reknitting around my new bone structure. Thick brown hair forced its way through my skin as my face jutted forward. Sharp teeth erupted through my gums, and I snapped my jaws.

I panted through the pain as it gradually faded away. Sniffing the air, my mammoth brown wolf hopped out of the ravine, his ears twitching as he took in his surroundings. During the full moon, the animal half of my soul took the lead. I was still conscious and aware, and at times I could even guide the animal. He wasn’t obedient, but we respected each other.

We loped out of the desert, back toward the community center. He slowed, trotting around the back of the building. The lights in Sedona were yellow and dim, some kind of star gazing ordinance, but the wolf didn’t care. His sense of smell was much stronger than his sight anyway.

Sorting through the mingling smells, he cataloged dogs, cats, cologne, brownies, humans, and finally, his lips drew back in a snarl. Vance was nearby.

The wolf started for the back door, sniffing the crack at the bottom edge, but I managed to coax him back, away from the lights. We had to be patient. If the humans saw a wolf they’d panic, and Vance could slip away.

The wolf crept back into the shadows outside the parking lot and crouched down, keeping all his attention on the door.

People and pets came and went. A couple of dogs barked in our direction, probably catching our scent on the wind, but no one outted us. A branch swished to the north. We turned, the wolf sniffing the air. His hackles rose.

A jaguar shifter, but this wasn’t the one we were hunting. Quietly the wolf followed the scent, wary of the intruder. Jaguar shifters shifted during the new moon in the cover of darkness. So, while I was a wolf, the jaguar shifter would still be a man.

Careful to stay upwind, we finally found the source of the scent. A man dressed all in black from head to toe was crouched behind a boulder with a rifle and a silencer.

The wolf tipped its head, unsure of the threat.

I pushed my will on the animal. This wasn’t our quarry, but any jaguar shifter, especially an armed one, was dangerous.

We lunged forward, snapping our jaws around his wrist. The man dropped his weapon, struggling to free his arm. Before we could attack him again, the back door of the building opened. Vance.

The wolf abandoned the man with the rifle, racing toward Vance, teeth bared.

The muffled pop of a silencer teased the wolf’s sensitive ears. He leapt past Vance landing on the woman and knocking her to the ground. Pain seared through his haunches as we fell.

She stared up at me, her eyes wide and full of terror.

She was dressed up as an elf, complete with a red and green hat with a bell at the pointy end. Vance took off on foot toward the other jaguar. Maybe they were working together.

I tried to get the wolf to move off of her, but it whined instead, unable to lift our weight with the injured back leg. Shit.

“Easy, big guy.” Piper’s voice was low and calm for a woman pinned by an injured wolf. She moved slowly, careful not to startle the wolf. “Let me help you, okay? I won’t hurt you.”

She slid out from under us. Pain flared in our flanks. She examined the wound and tensed.

“Crap,” she whispered, glaring at the darkness over her shoulder. “I don’t know who’s out there with a gun, but I need to get out of here.”

She looked at the wolf again, and I did my best to assure the animal she was a friend, not a threat.

Piper sighed. “Damn it. I can’t leave you in the parking lot. They’ll see a wolf and…you don’t want to know.” She shook her head. “Stay right here. I’ll get my truck.”

The wolf panted, and I struggled to fight the shift. Fuck. No. Not here. Not yet.

I forced my will on the animal, trying to get him up before he changed back into a bleeding naked man. We needed to get away.

A full-sized white pick-up stopped between the us and the desert. Shit, shit, shit. I fought to urge the wolf to run, but the animal wouldn’t budge.

Piper came around the truck, keeping her head down. She had a syringe in hand. “Easy big guy. This will help, okay?”

She slid the needle between our shoulders, and my panic subsided as we sank into oblivion.

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