I’d like to thank my good
buddy, Francesca Hawley for inviting me to announce my new release on her blog
today! Francesca and I became friends several years ago when we participated in
a writing challenge and had so much fun that we kept the challenge open after the
deadline had passed. We both finished our manuscripts and eventually sold them
but not before agreeing to become critique partners. We butt heads occasionally
but always end up respecting each other’s opinions. I value her friendship, her
advice and our crazy Sunday night phone calls!
I’m thrilled to begin 2017
with a new release on January 13, from Decadent Publishing. His to Protect, is part of the Black Hills Wolves series, and is a
sensual story of courage, strength and the undeniable desire to belong. If you
like your wolf shifters hot and protective and your heroines strong and
determined, this just might be a story you’d enjoy!
Blurb:
A resentful pack, a
suspicious alpha and a looming threat …
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:
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?
Happy
Reading!
Paris
Brandon
Available
from Decadent Publishing: http://decadentpublishing.com/pre-order-now-his-to-protect-black-hills-wolves-63/
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