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Werewolves of Montana boxed set!

Hi everyone. At last I have bundled together all six of the first Werewolves of Montana books. All six of my very sexy books are available for purchase in a single boxed set! 

Volume 1 is now available for purchase on Amazon and iTunes. It will be available later on Nook and Kobo. The set sells for $9.99, which means you save about $5 on all six books. 

Click here to order on Amazon.

I am working hard on the next story, Seduction, which is the first novella in a mini series within my Werewolves of Montana series. In Seduction, Aiden plays matchmaker for his good friend J.J.

Have a great week! I will post more updates as they become available. 

Guatemala

Driving through Guatemala City is a little crazy. Cars peek out of side streets like puppy noses poking through curtains. There are traffic lights at some intersections. Some. The city is so large it takes four hours to go through the entire grid. And the grid is peppered with stop signs at one way intersections. You stop the car, peer around and pray no one is coming. But in rush hour traffic, which can last from, oh, 7 a.m. to about noon, the trucks and the cars and the little taxis that look like  Smurfmobiles, race forward and if you hesitate, you will never cross.
The streets are lined with stores with iron grates across the windows and tired yellow dogs who doze in the doorways. And there are the buses, belching blue smoke in a fog of exhaust. And the motorcycles, with drivers in faded orange vests, their license emblazoned across the back. This is to stop crime or slow it down, for motorcycle drivers snatch and grab. I am told it doesn’t work.
Old women in faded lilac sweaters lean against walls, studying the street. Mothers bundle babies on their backs in colorful woven fabric and clutch the hands of toddlers as they scurry down the sidewalk. A blend of music from Spanish to Lady Gaga blares from doorways and car stereos.  Small children with lopsided backpacks slapping against their rumps trudge to school. Street workers in lime green vests and ball caps pick up trash. The city is a honking, screaming cacophony of life.
A man with a bowling ball emerging from his forehead advertises a billboard for Tylenol. He too, is probably overwhelmed by the noise. A man stacks bright yellow bananas in a cart to haul to market. Nearby, a herd of goats hanging outside a pharmacy, two rubbing their heads against each other. Perhaps they could use Bowling Ball Man’s Tylenol.
A red tuk tuk (small motorized taxi) sputters along the road leading out of the city. And then there are the cliffs where concrete shacks are stacked like Legos, arching out precariously from the cliff.Signs painted on rust brown gates, signs sternly giving warning on streets. No parking here. No bloquear interseccion. A church across the way, painted yellow. Doors open. Welcome.
5 Calle z.6. Z.6 is zona 6. Not out of the city yet. Shop after shop selling tires, pharmacy, shoes, sundries, snacks, sodas, construction materials. Alto the sign screams. A man in a red ball cap sits in the doorway of a faded pink building, staring at the ground. Another man in jeans lies on the ground next to him. Perhaps he is drunk. There is a lot of alcoholism. Dee’s father is a drunk. 
We met Dee at an orphanage. She is a cute six-year-old with aged eyes. Her father drinks on weekends and once brought friends over to party, with a parade of women he planned to have sex with. A male friend stumbled into Dee’s room and tried to touch her. She ran out of the house screaming. She has an impish grin and sparkling brown eyes that grow dull when she mentions how her 13-year-old sister, newly released from jail, hits her with a belt.
Still, Dee is better off than sad, haunted Sally, who was raped by her father when she was just a year old. A baby, who should have been held and sung to and protected. I tried to make her smile. I cooed at her, and talked. Nada. I wonder if she will ever smile again. At night she still has nightmares and the nuns comfort her as she screams out, “No Papa!”
And then there is Pizza Hut, all sparkling and clean and pretty, with the manager proudly walking around asking, How was your meal? Is all ok? I wanted to say to him, “The meal was lovely, thank you, but can you please do something about the sick bastards who like to hurt little girls?”  But he is a manager for Pizza Hut and he can only ensure that my meat lover’s personal pan pizza has enough pepperoni or ham, not if fathers who should be protecting their little girls can stop drinking and start acting like dads.


There are caring fathers. I saw a dad today in the market square at San Jose Nacahuil bouncing his baby on his knee, while the mom looked on with a smile. There are men who love their children and will work their fingers to the bone in the field to make sure their little ones have at least a little beans and tortillas to eat that day. 
And there are caring, dedicated men like our guide during the day, who is a medical doctor and works in his clinic for three hours at night. He could have stuck to the easy route; being a doctor and making money, turning a blind eye to the sufferings of the poor. But he made a choice not to. I suppose much of it is about choices. The choices we make as human beings affect our lives and the lives of others. 
Choose to remain in blissful ignorance of the sufferings of others and focus only on your own needs. It may be shallow, but hey, you are safe from the haunted look on little girls’ faces who scream out “No Papa” in the night. Choose to see, to open your eyes to the sufferings of the world and your heart will hurt, but hearts can be mended by a caring hand stretched out to help those who have no one else. Hearts can be mended by seeing the good in people who care, who refuse to turn a blind eye and sacrifice their time, talents and money to help one life at a time. 

RWA 2014

RWA’s national conference last week was like most conferences for me. When you’re in the moment, everything is exciting and fun and refreshing. Meeting longtime friends and spending quality time, gossiping and finding out who is who and what is what, and taking in the workshops.
And then you come home to reality; a suitcase stuffed with dirty laundry, and an exhaustion that takes several days to banish.
I flew Tuesday to Houston. The plane was late. Very late. By the time I got to Houston, I felt agitated because I had planned to arrive around 2, settle into my room, walk on the Riverwalk and get my bearings. Maybe even write. Ha!
But in Houston, while spending 2 hours waiting for the connecting flight to San Antonio, I ran into Barbara Hancock. Barbara is a former Nocturne Bites author. She recognized me and yelled, “Bonnie!” As she charged her phone, we sat and chatted. Turns out her flight had been cancelled and she was supposed to arrive in San Antonio at 11 a.m. and have lunch with friends. Our flight didn’t get into San Antonio until 6 p.m.
Ah yes, the thrills of air travel.
When I got to the airport I saw Vicki Pinder, who was waiting on Allison McMahon. Both are from my chapter, Florida Romance Writers. We split a cab and they dropped me off at the River Center.
I checked into my room, unpacked my zillions of outfits and then decided I needed substance. Food and alcohol. Not necessarily in that order. I hadn’t made plans, didn’t see anyone I
knew and just wanted a quiet dinner alone, so I went to the Mexican restaurant right on the Riverwalk outside the hotel.
There was some guy playing a weird pan flute in the courtyard outside the mall and I instantly transported back to a 1970’s Muzak informercial.
After dinner I walked the Riverwalk to see the sights, then went to the bar. Caroline Fyffe was there having drinks with Kate Douglas and Ann Roth. We had some drinks and chatted and then I decided I needed sleep.
Wednesday was a free day. I had a meeting that morning with my agent, but wanted to explore the city, so I walked along the Riverwalk, did a little shopping and then came back to meet with my agent. After, I met my good friend Jennifer Ashley and her delightful husband Forrest for lunch. More Mexican! A beef burrito with refried beans, sour cream and cheese. Mmmmm. No margarita. I can’t handle Tequila. It turns me into Bonnie the Crazy Person who likes to dance on table tops and sing bawdy songs in broken Spanish.
Then I had a little time before the Giant Booksigning so I walked to the Alamo, going the long route along the Riverwalk, meandering alongside the canal, watching the boats of wide-eyed tourists and their guides, thinking about standing still like a statue like the guy does in Key West at sunset, but did not. I had history to visit.Made it to the Alamo, not the rental car place, and it was very crowded. Inside no photo taking was allowed, but despite the crowds, it was quite solemn, especially as I visited the chapel where the women and children hid while the fighting raged on.
On the walk back, I stopped at a store and bought a very cute cowboy hat with a denim band with rhinestone guns. Yee Haw. The heroine in my current WIP wears rhinestones, so I thought it was fitting. Returned to the hotel, showered, dressed for the booksigning and added the hat.  Made it to the ballroom with 10 minutes to spare. It’s always a cool feeling to be an author at the literacy signing because you are let in early, and pass this long line of people waiting to get in to buy books from their favorite authors.
Found my table and copies of DEMON WOLF, my newest Nocturne. I was sitting next to the adorable Rachel Vincent, who writes the Soul Screamer series. We chatted and compared earthquakes she endures in Oklahoma to the hurricanes we have in Florida.I was pleasantly surprised to meet a few readers who like my indie Werewolves of Montana series. Alison McMahon (pictured her with me) stopped by and we snapped a photo together. She had won an award (I forget which one) and sported a pretty pink flower on her badge.  Then Leah Hultenschmidt with Grand Central Publishing stopped by (she is a former editor from my Dorchester days) and she coaxed me into joining her at my chapter’s cruise next year with promises of lots of fun and drinks. I saw Jenn LeBlanc and got all emotional, thinking of Pamela Clare. Last year’s RWA it was Pam, Norah Wilson and myself as Pam tried on dresses for the Rita awards and asked our opinions. Pam lives in Colorado, Norah lives in Canada and I live in Florida so we seldom see each other. I hugged Jenn, who must have thought I was a drunk psycho, and told her I needed to hug her because I could not hug Pam. Then I called Pam and passed the phone to Jenn and the three of us talked. Pam had just cut her hair and sent us a text photo, and she looks fabulous.
After the booksigning, I met Erin Quinn, my fellow Dark and Deadly author, at the bar. We were going to hook up with authors from Marie Force’s self pub loop, but the bar was so very crowded I could not figure out who was who. So Erin and I chatted and drank.
Thursday was Get To Business Day. It was my only full day of workshops I could attend, so I did several.  After gulping down a quick breakfast downstairs at the mall’s food court, and meeting a delightful writer who told me her very solid business plan for getting published, I went to workshops and then the luncheon. My friend Renee was getting a service award. Yay! Sylvia Day was the speaker and she talked about the changes in publishing since she first got published and how we authors should dream big and plan smart and you can always remake yourself. Good advice.
More workshops in the afternoon, then upstairs to change and meet Renee for dinner. Renee Ryan, who writes emotional Christian romances, is a dear friend from years ago. We walked on the Riverwalk to find a restaurant, and decided No More Mexican. We found a fun Texas steakhouse, ordered steak and mashed potatoes and salad, with glasses of chilled Chardonnay and then asked the waiter to take our photo. The table in back of us photobombed our photo, which was very funny.
We had a delightful time catching up, and then we decided to drop by the Harlequin PJ party. They had an open bar (more wine!) and we saw Winnie Griggs, dressed in very cute pajamas, and Laura Altom, and I met Gwen Knight, a new Nocturne author. Also saw the very cute Farrah Rochon, whom I always enjoying saying hello with at conferences. The PJ party had great swag, notebooks featuring the vintage Harlequin covers. “The Widow Gay.” Fascinating.
Next morning bright and early my darling husband texts me a photo of our elderly dog looking for me. Guaranteed to spike the guilt. We had a texting session and then I grabbed eggs and bacon and coffee, much needed, and sat down to the listen to the breakfast speaker. She was very good. I sat next to Kristin Wallace, our chapter president, but had to leave because I had a workshop.
Jennifer Ashley and I gave our workshop on writing the successful series. I was kinda nervous and told Jenn I wanted to hide under the table. But I did okay. After, I rushed upstairs with Cindy Thomason, and we changed into shorts and then grabbed a cab to rent a car. We were going to Bandera Texas, the OFFICIAL COWBOY CAPITAL OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!
We promptly got on the wrong freeway and I told Cindy she was fired as navigator. Ha! But we made it there to Bandera, population around 902. Or 903. Guess it depends who died or if someone had a baby. We had lunch at a very cool restaurant called Old Spanish Trail that had an entire wall of John Wayne photos, and a wagon as a salad bar. Best was the polished, scarred wood bar that had saddles as stools! Then the deer head that overlooked the bar rather sternly.  I had Mexican food! A great burrito and iced tea and Cindy was dying for a hamburger.
We went shopping for gifts. No cowboys. Boo hoo. No werewolves, either. But I imagined seeing Aiden or Darius or Kyle riding into town, growling at all. Fun.
Then we went to one last shop before leaving and I fell in love… with the cutest pair of cowboy boots. Soft brown suede with FRINGE! I tried them on and told Cindy, “Tell me not to buy these.”
She said, “You must buy them! They are too cute!”
So I caved and bought my boots. I told her I was wearing them to the Harlequin party that night. With my cowboy hat.
We drove back to the rental car place, then made it back to the hotel. I had a dinner with my Harlequin editor, so I dressed for the HQ party as well. Cowboy hat? Check. Black dress with elegant silver and black jacket? Check. Hose? Check. Cowboy boots. Check.
I met my editor and a very nice author named Cara Lockwood, who writes for Cosmo Red Hot Reads. We went to a terrific little place… MEXICAN! But yum…I seldom eat Mexican food at home so I indulged. After a few minutes, Julia London joined us. She was nominated for about a gadzillion Rita awards. She’s warm, witty and very personable and told a hilarious story about jogging in a new pink sports bra that turned her body bright pink.
They had margaritas with their homemade Tequila, but I stuck to wine. No table top dancing.
Then it was off to the Harlequin party at the Westin! I saw the very elegant Olivia Gates pretty in a long pink dress and we chatted a bit, then Loreth Ann White and the three of us got our photo taken.
I sat with some friends and more wine! Bring on the alcohol! And the chocolate, yum! Tiny brownie
squares, chocolate mousse, so much chocolate! And the dancing. I actually danced. Not on a tabletop, either. I didn’t fall down or trip and Sylvia Day remarked I had a cute cowboy hat.
I was soooo tired and ready to retire, but Renee said we should shut the party down and Winnie said, “I always shut the party down.” So I stayed. Then Renee and I got a cab back to the RiverCenter, and talked a while in the bar.
Saturday, I was feeling it. No energy. Exhausted. Headache. Hey, I have a hangover! Oh joy! I lazed in bed and realized, “breakfast ends at 8:30 a.m. I need eggs. I need protein. I need COFFEE!”  So I took a quick shower, climbed into jeans and a T shirt, NOT conference attire, and got downstairs. Oh joy! Coffee!!! Food!
I listened to the speaker (Karen Rose) but had to leave early, so I snuck out and then went to a couple of workshops. I don’t even remember what I did for lunch. Or if I had lunch. Did more workshops in the afternoon. One was a workshop on selling books on Amazon and how to make the most of themes on Amazon. I thought my theme for the weekend was Mexican Food and Wine. Right in the middle of Virginia Kantra’s workshop about intimacy and sex and handcuffs, Caroline texts me. “Want to have wine at the bar?”  I texted back, “I can’t, I’m busy with sex!”
Where else can you say that and someone will totally understand?
After, I met Caroline in the bar and we chatted. Then it was upstairs to get ready for dinner. I met my longtime buddy Linda Broday, whom I had not seen in ages. We had… GUESS?
MEXICAN FOOD!
Then Linda had to get ready for the Rita/Golden Heart awards. She had a long blue dress with sparkles she was wearing. I was too zonked to get dressed so I went upstairs, napped a bit and then came down to the bar. Dennis Pozzessere, Heather Graham’s husband, was there with Jo Carol Jones. We chatted and then Forrest, Jennifer Ashley’s husband joined us. Jo Carol showed me amazing photos of stained glass she has been doing. The awards were over and the bar started filling up. Heather joined us with Beth Ciotta (pictured here), who had been nominated for a Rita. She didn’t win, but she looked amazing in her long gown!
By then I was feeling really winded, so I said good night to everyone and went upstairs. It was only around 11:30 but I had a flight to catch.
I made it to the airport and had a little breakfast and someone said, BONNIE VANAK! I turned around and it was Cindy Holby. She was sitting with Megan Frampton, so I joined them and we talked furniture and basements and other stuff.
Then I went to my gate and waited… and found out the plane was delayed. But it eventually moseyed into the airport and I was able to make my connection and make it home. DH picked me up at the airport, gave me a huge hug and kiss and drove me straight to dinner. To Davie, the cowboy capital of South Florida. I fit right in with my cowboy hat! I had a Reuben sandwich. NO Mexican food! Then we got home and the dogs went nuts, jumping all over me.
And then the next day it was back to the day job, dragging myself into the office, one tired foot after the other. It’s Friday now and I have finally unpacked, washed my dirty clothing and thought about RWA and what I learned.
The one tried and true premise remains, at least for me.
You can know all the secrets of Amazon algorithms, how to get a bazillion likes on your FB page, use social media to reach millions and get a contract or self publish your books and get lots of sales….
But if you don’t write the best book YOU can write, it doesn’t matter.
Readers are smart. They will buy one or even three books. But you must consistently produce quality product, the best you can. Write the story from your heart, and be market savvy. Hire an editor and proofreader if you are self-publishing because the story is too close to you and there will always be mistakes.
If you are publishing with a trad house, work with your editor. That’s the benefit of a trad publisher… you are assigned an editor, a professional you can learn from!
So the weekend is approaching and I’ve done a lot of thinking. I have taken a short break from writing because I was burned out from writing back to back books. I hate telling readers who are anxious for Aiden’s book that I have no firm publication date, but that is a book I want to be GREAT! It needs to percolate. I’m ready to write again. I have a short story for my wolfies that will include Aiden playing matchmaker. And Monday I am off to Guatemala for the day job. More travel! More airplane rides!
NO MEXICAN FOOD!
Holding down a full time, restrictive day job in which I hop on a plane and zip off to foreign lands makes finding writing time very challenging. By the time my day ends in these countries, I am usually too exhausted to do more than fall into my hotel bed. I will probably write on the plane. Or perhaps at night if I can find the energy.
No matter what, I don’t want to publish anything more until I feel confident it is the best work I can produce.
RWA 2014 taught me a lot. It was a wonderful conference and a chance to catch up with friends and totally immerse myself in the romance industry. Most of all, it taught me to dream big, and keep pursuing those dreams. I made the NY Times this year. That was a huge dream come true. And there are many more dreams to pursue. Some will change. Some will remain the same.
But no matter what, the journey will be challenging and worth the ride, especially with good friends along the way.
As long as there is no tequila…

RWA 2014

I'm in San Antonio for the annual Romance Writers of America annual conference. Last night was the huge booksigning to raise money for literacy. I got to meet some readers I know from FB like Jai and Karen, which is always fun!

So far, it's been a great time. I've met my fellow book bundle author Erin Quinn, had lunch with Jennifer Ashley and her very witty husband Forrest, saw old friends and reconnected and got a really cute cowboy hat. Since I write werewolves who are cowboys, I thought it appropriate.

The bar is conveniently located in the hotel lobby next to Starbucks, lol.

Today's a blizzard of workshops and dinner with my friend Renee Ryan and catching up.

For now, it's coffee.

I have a new project I am working on, a fun project, but for now I am putting my conference hat on. Have a great day!

RWA San Antonio

I'm leaving Tuesday for San Antonio and RWA and as usual, there's a million errands to run and stuff to do. Yesterday I went to the hairdresser and said those three little words many women sometimes regret: "Cut it off."

Oh yeah, I got a hair cut.  It hasn't been this short in years. Then I looked at my lost locks on the floor and told her, "Glue it back on."

DH likes it. It's not a short short short cut, but short enough to make a difference. I needed a change.

Today is a rush rush day, but I'm making time to have lunch at a Greek restaurant with a good friend, cuddle with the dogs on the sofa, scribbling notes about the WIP and organizing my clothing so I can pack 50 outfits into a suitcase that will allow only 50 pounds. I was looking forward to bringing my pink Coach purse with me to RWA, but the strap broke. I saw the guy who fixes my computers and suddenly, WHAP! The strap on my purse breaks. I told him, "Is this a sign that I will be owing you more money?"

Bummer about the purse because I bought it for myself to celebrate making the NY Times earlier this year, a major dream come true! I've always wanted a Coach bag, but could not justify spending that kind of money. And then we were in Key West for my birthday and there was a SALE! Fifty percent off at the Coach shop! So I bought my purse.

DH took it to the local Coach shop and they are repairing it for free. Then DH felt bad for me because I wouldn't have the purse at RWA, so what did he do? My amazing hubby bought me ANOTHER Coach purse as a surprise gift! He told me he wanted me to have that symbol of my success at RWA.

What a sweetheart!

Oh yeah, the Coach purse is a symbol of success for me, a personal triumph. But what matters more is that I have been a published author for more than 10 years and I'm finally, finally able to see my writing as a real career and a business where I can succeed. I've published many books, and I've worked hard, but never as hard as I've worked this past year. And it's paying off, finally! I have a fun series called the Werewolves of Montana and I have my Harlequin Nocturne books. I am a hybrid author, publishing both indie books and books with a traditional NY publisher. 

Oh, and I have a day job. A full-time demanding day job where I travel to poor countries. A week after I return from San Antonio, I will be in Guatemala, visiting poor families. None of them have Coach purses. To them, success is a roof over their head that doesn't leak, food on the table and a education for their children.

That's why the day job is important to me... I want to help make the world a better place and help others. And through visiting families in desperate need of help, and writing fundraising appeals to help the poor,  I'm succeeding in that goal as well. 

I will be at the RWA  "Readers for Life" Literacy Autographing will be on Wednesday, July 23, 2014 from 5:30 - 7:30 p.m. at the San Antonio Marriott Rivercenter Hotel in the 3rd floor ballroom. Stop by to see me! 

New release! The Mating Intent.

A Shadow Elf tainted with dark magick must purge it in a sacred spring in the Florida Everglades, but the price for admission is participating in an orgy with the sexy panther shifter who took her virginity years ago. 

Twenty-five years ago, Gabriel Sanders took Sienna Bennett’s virginity in a night filled with fiery passion. For breaking her vow of celibacy, Sienna was severely punished by the Fae king. If she surrenders to Gabriel’s sensual allure this time, Sienna faces banishment from her people forever. 

Gabriel burns for Sienna and has never forgotten the taste of her mouth, nor the exquisite pleasure they shared in his bed. Only Sienna can satisfy his intense need to mate. He desperately needs her dark Elven magick to fight a deadly curse that is killing shifters and destroying his territory. Gabriel must convince the pretty Elf to sexually bond with him to defeat the dark enchantment before it destroys the Everglades for good. 
(Warning: This book contains strong sexual content and is not intended for readers under 18.) 

EXCERPT FROM THE MATING INTENT
(copyright 2014 by Bonnie Vanak)

“Hello Sienna.”
That deep, smoky voice stroked over her like the touch of his calloused hands upon her bare flesh. Sienna’s toes curled in her hiking boots as she remembered him whispering into her ear, his warm breath upon her neck as he surged deep inside her, creating such exquisite pleasure she’d screamed…
Not. Going. There.
“Gabriel.” Sienna jammed her hands into her pockets to keep from touching him. “I need a place to stay for a few days and use of the spring of Danu.”
He remained silent.
Gabriel was a big guy, solid and muscled, with a quiet demeanor. You could make the mistake of underestimating him because he seldom talked much upon first meeting someone. Then you realized he was studying you, as a cat studies a mouse he may or may not devour. His silence masked a predatory assessment, determining if you were a threat, or a tasty treat.
After spending three days of carnal delights in his bed, Sienna knew she’d already been labeled the latter.
Finally, he smiled. “Same old Sienna. Always very direct in your needs.”
A flush heated her face as she remembered the last time she’d stated a particular need to him, begging for him to touch her in one place…
“No point in wasting words. You never do.”
“Right.” He tilted his head, watching her. “I do have a place where you can stay. And I will allow you to see the spring.”
It was too easy. She tensed, watching the glint in his eyes. Sienna thought fast. “Maybe before I unpack, we should go over your admission price.”
His gaze darkened and his muscled body took on a sudden intensity. She’d seen this focused concentration before, right before he’d slid deep inside her…
“No. Oh no. Hell no.”
“I didn’t tell you yet.”
“No need. I can see it here.” Sienna pointed two fingers at her eyes. “I am not spending the night with you.”
“Pixie, do you take me for someone that clichéd?” He spread out his hands, a wounded look on his face. “I thought you knew me better.”
“I do, which is why I said it.”
Gabriel sighed. “My beautiful, stubborn Elf. I would never ask you to spend the night as the price of cleansing yourself in the sacred spring.”
Sienna relaxed a little “What then? Jewels? Money? I can take out a loan.”
He ignored that. “One night in my bed would never suffice.”
Uh oh. “Gabriel…”
Her pulse skittered a crazy beat as he began to circle her, the panther sizing up his intended prey. “I want you naked in my arms when we celebrate the Blood Moon Festival with my clan. You and I making love beneath the open sky, our cries of pleasure honoring the goddess.”
He stepped close enough for her to see the gold flecking his jade eyes. “Making love until we’re both panting and sweaty and trembling, and then doing it again. And again. And again...”
Sienna’s heart skidded to a halt. She pressed back against the cooler, wanting to tamp down the heat his smoldering gaze created, a heat that curled through her body like smoke.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Gabriel leaned close, caging her between his muscled arms. “You did the last time.”
“Don’t do this to me, Gabriel. I’ll give you anything…”
“Anything?” His gaze glittered with male intent.
“Anything that requires a charge card and purchases. Anything that doesn’t require me to get naked.”
“We could be inventive and leave your clothes on.”

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Works in progress, Aiden's book, The Mating Challenge

Summer's here and I'm slammed at the day job, but wanted to give an update on releases. By the end of June I will release The Mating Intent, Book 4.5 in the Werewolves of Montana series. I'm also working on Aiden's book, The Mating Challenge. Below is an excerpt. I'll post links to Mating Intent when the book is published.

copyright 2014 by Bonnie Vanak


Aiden folded his arms. “No female in your pack is going alone anywhere. It’s too dangerous. Now, level with me and explain exactly why gnomes are on your land.”“Maybe they escaped someone’s garden, decided to become cowboys. This is a ranch.”“Don’t toy with me,” he said softly. “These gnomes have pointed teeth, red eyes and they’ll gnaw your kneecaps until you fall, begging and screaming for death as they eat you alive. What is drawing them here?”            She looked away.            Two fingers on her chin forced her gaze back to meet his. “Nikita, what are you hiding?”            Blink. Blink. He’ll know you’re lying. So evade and dodge. “If something’s hidden here, how would I know? It’s a large spread. Do you expect me to count every single blade of grass? I’m not as anal retentive as you are, Mitchell.”            A deep chuckle. “Minx. You’re good at clever responses. Makes me wonder what other talents your tongue possesses.”            She stuck it out at him.            “Don’t stick your tongue out unless you’re going to use it,” he said softly, and then he lowered his head, and covered her mouth with his.            She clung to his broad shoulders as he tasted her, his scent of pine and male wrapping around her. A lick of scent pushed straight between her legs in a long, slow caress. She moaned beneath the tender assault on her mouth. Aiden kissed exactly like her dream, claiming and stroking, with little, gentle nips along her lower lip, his tongue plunging and withdrawing. She forgot how to breathe, how to think, and lost herself in mindless oblivion.            When he drew back, desire darkened his gaze. She put hands to her burning cheeks. “Of all the damn males in the whole west, why did you have to cross my path, Mitchell?”            He thumbed her kiss-swollen mouth. “I warned you five years ago, sweetheart, I would hunt you down and have you, no matter what it took. I vowed I would win you as my mate. And what I win, I keep and no one ever takes it from me.”

The Mating Rite now in print!

The Mating Rite is now available on iTunes, Kobo, Nook, Amazon, and in print.

Ten years ago, Darius Bryant fell in love and lost his mate before they consummated their union. He mourned her death and moved on, but innocent, carefree Samantha always possessed his heart, no matter how many women he had in his bed. When the sexy werewolf shifter discovers Samantha is alive, he becomes determined to claim her as his forever mate. He must convince the now-cynical Samantha that her heart, body and soul belong to him.
Samantha Evers spent years waiting for Darius to return, and thought he’d forgotten his promise to make her his own. She’s vowed to live as a human, for she fears the sexual savagery of the wolf life. Now Darius is back and the only act that will seal them together is the intense sexual bonding of the mating rite. She will fight hard to resist Darius’ sensual allure and his tender words of passion. But a far greater problem awaits them both when they discover someone wants Samantha out of Darius’ life for good, and will stop at nothing until she is dead…
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Now available! THE MATING RITE

Hi everyone! FINALLY! The Mating Rite is now LIVE on Amazon and NOOK! Here's the blurb:
Ten years ago, Darius Bryant fell in love and lost his mate before they consummated their union. He mourned her death and moved on, but innocent, carefree Samantha always possessed his heart, no matter how many women he had in his bed. When the sexy werewolf shifter discovers Samantha is alive, he becomes determined to claim her as his forever mate. He must convince the now-cynical Samantha that her heart, body and soul belong to him.
Samantha Evers spent years waiting for Darius to return, and thought he’d forgotten his promise to make her his own. She’s vowed to live as a human, for she fears the sexual savagery of the wolf life. Now Darius is back and the only act that will seal them together is the intense sexual bonding of the mating rite. She will fight hard to resist Darius’ sensual allure and his tender words of passion. But a far greater problem awaits them both when they discover someone wants Samantha out of Darius’ life for good, and will stop at nothing until she is dead…
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The Mating Rite will also be available for print through Amazon, but not until I return from Nicaragua. Also, it will soon be available through Kodo and iTunes. I will post those links soon as I have them. Happy reading!!!

Update on The Mating Rite release

It's getting close! I'm anticipating a release date for The Mating Rite in about 3 weeks. This book is about 93,000 words! Here is the blurb:


Ten years ago, Darius Bryant fell in love and lost his mate before they consummated their union. He mourned her death and moved on, but innocent, carefree Samantha always possessed his heart, no matter how many women he had in his bed. When the sexy werewolf shifter discovers Samantha is alive, Darius becomes determined to claim her as his forever mate. He must convince the now-cynical Samantha that her heart, body and soul belong to him. 
Samantha Evers spent years waiting for Darius to return, and thought he’d forgotten his promise to make her his own. She’s vowed to live as a human, for she fears the sexual savagery of the wolf life. Now Darius is back and the only act that will seal them together is the intense sexual bonding of the mating rite. She will fight hard to resist Darius’ sensual allure and his tender words of passion. But a far greater problem awaits them both when they discover someone wants Samantha out of Darius’ life for good, and will stop at nothing until she is dead…
This is my first Werewolves of Montana book that will be in print through Amazon's CreateSpace. It's a new, exciting venture for me, publishing my own print copies. You can read an excerpt here. 
Other upcoming releases include:
Demon Wolf:  (Harlequin Nocturne, 3rd book in my Phoenix Force miniseries)  June 1. 

Links for purchasing Demon Wolf:

Purchase in either print and ebook:  eHarlequin 


Amazon (ebook)

Amazon (print combined with Karen Whiddon's Wolf Siren)

Barnes and Noble Nook

Barnes and Noble (print combined with Karen Whiddon's Wolf Siren, available ONLY online and not in stores) 

The Mating Intent (Book 4.5 of my Werewolves of Montana series).  June 2014.  This is the story of Gabriel, a Florida panther shifter, and a dark elf. 
And you can still get The Mating Heat, the prequel to my Werewolves of Montana series, in Dark and Deadly, only 99 cents for 8 stories for a limited time!
Happy reading!