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January 9, 2015
Winter Release Party on Facebook!
Hey everyone!
You're all invited to join me at a Winter Release Party event on Facebook this coming Monday (Jan. 12th). There are lots of other authors attending and prizes to be won for those who join us!
I'll be on at 7:30 EST. Click here if you want to go!
Also, here is a hot picture of Loki and Thranduil. *mind explodes*
by duyeqing on Deviant Art
You're all invited to join me at a Winter Release Party event on Facebook this coming Monday (Jan. 12th). There are lots of other authors attending and prizes to be won for those who join us!
I'll be on at 7:30 EST. Click here if you want to go!
Also, here is a hot picture of Loki and Thranduil. *mind explodes*
by duyeqing on Deviant Art
December 31, 2014
Omega's Destiny (Lost Wolves Book Three) Release!
Here it is - a day late but here nonetheless! This book took me longer to write and edit than I wanted it to, but such is life. I hope it's better for it.
I'm still on my sort of vacation that feels less and less like a vacation with all the work I'm doing, but I can't complain. Because I get to write books! Hooray! And when I try to take a break I end up writing the Hobbit fan fiction instead. Also, hooray!
Check out Omega's Destiny (Lost Wolves Book 3)! It's on sale at $2.99 until Monday Jan. 6th (on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and All Romance). Enjoy!
Amazon
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All Romance
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Smashwords
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Maxim Reznik is the alpha king of a land ravaged by war from without and traitors from within. The barrier that keeps his shifters safe from attacking humans is on the brink of collapse, and the only one who can save his kingdom is the wolf who betrayed Maxim years before – his omega and ex-lover – Sasha Volkav.
When Sasha severed their mate bond, Maxim never thought he’d see the omega wolf again. Now Maxim has a wife, a kingdom and a mess of responsibilities, but Sasha needs Maxim’s help. While Sasha ignites old passions Maxim swore died years ago, trusting the omega is a different matter entirely.
Sasha might be an omega, but he’s not weak by any means. A curse grants him unimaginable powers that come at a high price – they’re slowly killing him. If Sasha breaks the curse he can save Maxim’s kingdom and his own life. The only problem is he needs his ex-mate’s help to do so, and Maxim isn’t the same alpha Sasha remembers. Years of betrayal have hardened Maxim’s heart, and if Sasha can’t gain Maxim’s forgiveness all is lost.
Lust sizzles between Sasha and Maxim, but can they repair their severed bond and fall in love again before it’s too late?
Excerpt:
When Sasha stepped back into the room, Maxim smiled at him. He’d managed to climb into the bed, and he wore absolutely nothing. How had Sasha not noticed that until now?And, damn, he was naked too. When he shifted into a wolf, his clothes shredded. He couldn’t bring himself to change that fact. Maxim watched him approach. “You know multiple kinds of magic.”“Observant, my prince,” Sasha said dryly, and kicked himself internally. Of course he noticed! Like usual, Maxim ignored the slight. “Does that mean—” Sasha cut him off. “It means nothing,” he said and dabbed Maxim’s side. The blood stuck stubbornly to Maxim’s skin, but the flesh mended together enough to stop the bleeding. The wound was shallow and at an angle, so it hadn’t hit a major organ. They were both lucky. “It means you’re one of Ashina’s cursed. I read about it once. It also means you’re amazing,” Maxim said, his voice was rough and his lips set into a pout that would’ve looked ridiculous if he wasn’t so handsome.“Yes.” Sasha swallowed. A thistle lodged itself in his chest. Could this get any worse?Yes. Yes it could. Because Maxim leaned up.He was much too close, and his skin was far too smooth – the stubble on his cheeks the same auburn as his hair. Those dark, fathomless eyes drank him in. And he wanted – oh Yue’s sweet mercy! – Sasha wanted nothing of knowledge and power. The only thing Sasha really wanted was to taste those lips. That mouth on his. The thistle’s thorns might as well have poked through Sasha’s skin for all the good it did to try and force it down. “You want me, don’t you?” Maxim said. Sasha felt the blood rush from his face. Now the prince knew all of his secrets, and that was the worst, most horribly unfair thing ever. “What?” Maxim took a shallow breath. “I feel it, but I’m supposed to marry an alpha female. Mate with a woman.”“And?” Sasha asked and willed moisture back into his mouth. When did his throat fill with sand?The corner of Maxim’s lips turned up. “And I’d rather kiss you.”Then Maxim gripped the back of Sasha’s neck and pulled him forward. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment that felt more like an eternity. Maxim’s breath brushed his lips. It tickled. And Sasha fought the urge to take what he wanted. Because wanting this ruined everything. Mate. Love. That was never part of the plan! Especially to an alpha tied to a pack. A maybe not so gay alpha on top of that. Then Maxim’s mouth captured Sasha’s. The kiss felt like being stuck in a sudden rainstorm, the kind that came upon them in the early summer. The day might’ve been perfectly sunny which made you think a picnic was in order. Then when sitting under the wide-open sky, the clouds rolled in with a great gust of wind, and the thunder shook the ground as the torrent of water burst from the darkness above. No matter how quickly you ran, it was impossible to totally escape such a storm. It soaked him to the skin. Only it was Maxim’s lips that did it this time. His scent and the way his tongue pressed against Sasha’s, forceful, inviting and perfect. The callous on Maxim’s thumb brushed Sasha’s flesh. He couldn’t help scooting closer, pressing their mouths together until they were both gasping for air. But who cared about breathing at a time like that? Not Sasha. Or Maxim. No. All that mattered was the sensation of naked flesh and the way the firelight lit Maxim’s hair. Sasha slipped over Maxim’s thighs, relished in the sensation of those muscles under his bare ass – the hair on Maxim’s legs tickling his flesh. Maxim’s fingers snagged in the hair at the back of Sasha’s neck, and he moaned. His teeth pulled at Maxim’s plump bottom lip, just full enough that he could suck it into his mouth. The sound Maxim made, a groan mixed with a growl, set Sasha’s blood on fire. His cock twitched to attention. Or maybe it’d been at attention since Maxim first touched him, and he didn’t want to admit that. Because admitting that meant admitting other things – things he wasn’t ready for. So he shoved aside all thoughts of how light and airy his chest felt (and how those damn butterflies in his stomach decided to multiply and start a circus of some sort with an impressive trapeze show), and relished in the sheer sensations. The rough heat of Maxim’s hands as they floated over his shoulders, his biceps and danced down his flesh. They flitted through the light layer of dark hair on Sasha’s chest and pinched his nipples. He hissed. Drank in the sharp blend of pleasure and pain that danced through his veins. “I want you. I want to taste you. I’ve never felt like this before,” Maxim growled as his lips moved down Sasha’s neck. Kissed. Bit. Pulled and sucked at the flesh until Sasha shuddered with each touch. The blood pounded in his cock, but his fingers gripped Maxim’s strong shoulders like a damn vice, and he didn’t want to let go. Mate.
His brain didn’t want to think about the implications of that word. It felt too wonderful to think at all.
I'm still on my sort of vacation that feels less and less like a vacation with all the work I'm doing, but I can't complain. Because I get to write books! Hooray! And when I try to take a break I end up writing the Hobbit fan fiction instead. Also, hooray!
Check out Omega's Destiny (Lost Wolves Book 3)! It's on sale at $2.99 until Monday Jan. 6th (on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and All Romance). Enjoy!
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
All Romance
Kobo
Smashwords
Google Play
Maxim Reznik is the alpha king of a land ravaged by war from without and traitors from within. The barrier that keeps his shifters safe from attacking humans is on the brink of collapse, and the only one who can save his kingdom is the wolf who betrayed Maxim years before – his omega and ex-lover – Sasha Volkav.
When Sasha severed their mate bond, Maxim never thought he’d see the omega wolf again. Now Maxim has a wife, a kingdom and a mess of responsibilities, but Sasha needs Maxim’s help. While Sasha ignites old passions Maxim swore died years ago, trusting the omega is a different matter entirely.
Sasha might be an omega, but he’s not weak by any means. A curse grants him unimaginable powers that come at a high price – they’re slowly killing him. If Sasha breaks the curse he can save Maxim’s kingdom and his own life. The only problem is he needs his ex-mate’s help to do so, and Maxim isn’t the same alpha Sasha remembers. Years of betrayal have hardened Maxim’s heart, and if Sasha can’t gain Maxim’s forgiveness all is lost.
Lust sizzles between Sasha and Maxim, but can they repair their severed bond and fall in love again before it’s too late?
Excerpt:
When Sasha stepped back into the room, Maxim smiled at him. He’d managed to climb into the bed, and he wore absolutely nothing. How had Sasha not noticed that until now?And, damn, he was naked too. When he shifted into a wolf, his clothes shredded. He couldn’t bring himself to change that fact. Maxim watched him approach. “You know multiple kinds of magic.”“Observant, my prince,” Sasha said dryly, and kicked himself internally. Of course he noticed! Like usual, Maxim ignored the slight. “Does that mean—” Sasha cut him off. “It means nothing,” he said and dabbed Maxim’s side. The blood stuck stubbornly to Maxim’s skin, but the flesh mended together enough to stop the bleeding. The wound was shallow and at an angle, so it hadn’t hit a major organ. They were both lucky. “It means you’re one of Ashina’s cursed. I read about it once. It also means you’re amazing,” Maxim said, his voice was rough and his lips set into a pout that would’ve looked ridiculous if he wasn’t so handsome.“Yes.” Sasha swallowed. A thistle lodged itself in his chest. Could this get any worse?Yes. Yes it could. Because Maxim leaned up.He was much too close, and his skin was far too smooth – the stubble on his cheeks the same auburn as his hair. Those dark, fathomless eyes drank him in. And he wanted – oh Yue’s sweet mercy! – Sasha wanted nothing of knowledge and power. The only thing Sasha really wanted was to taste those lips. That mouth on his. The thistle’s thorns might as well have poked through Sasha’s skin for all the good it did to try and force it down. “You want me, don’t you?” Maxim said. Sasha felt the blood rush from his face. Now the prince knew all of his secrets, and that was the worst, most horribly unfair thing ever. “What?” Maxim took a shallow breath. “I feel it, but I’m supposed to marry an alpha female. Mate with a woman.”“And?” Sasha asked and willed moisture back into his mouth. When did his throat fill with sand?The corner of Maxim’s lips turned up. “And I’d rather kiss you.”Then Maxim gripped the back of Sasha’s neck and pulled him forward. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment that felt more like an eternity. Maxim’s breath brushed his lips. It tickled. And Sasha fought the urge to take what he wanted. Because wanting this ruined everything. Mate. Love. That was never part of the plan! Especially to an alpha tied to a pack. A maybe not so gay alpha on top of that. Then Maxim’s mouth captured Sasha’s. The kiss felt like being stuck in a sudden rainstorm, the kind that came upon them in the early summer. The day might’ve been perfectly sunny which made you think a picnic was in order. Then when sitting under the wide-open sky, the clouds rolled in with a great gust of wind, and the thunder shook the ground as the torrent of water burst from the darkness above. No matter how quickly you ran, it was impossible to totally escape such a storm. It soaked him to the skin. Only it was Maxim’s lips that did it this time. His scent and the way his tongue pressed against Sasha’s, forceful, inviting and perfect. The callous on Maxim’s thumb brushed Sasha’s flesh. He couldn’t help scooting closer, pressing their mouths together until they were both gasping for air. But who cared about breathing at a time like that? Not Sasha. Or Maxim. No. All that mattered was the sensation of naked flesh and the way the firelight lit Maxim’s hair. Sasha slipped over Maxim’s thighs, relished in the sensation of those muscles under his bare ass – the hair on Maxim’s legs tickling his flesh. Maxim’s fingers snagged in the hair at the back of Sasha’s neck, and he moaned. His teeth pulled at Maxim’s plump bottom lip, just full enough that he could suck it into his mouth. The sound Maxim made, a groan mixed with a growl, set Sasha’s blood on fire. His cock twitched to attention. Or maybe it’d been at attention since Maxim first touched him, and he didn’t want to admit that. Because admitting that meant admitting other things – things he wasn’t ready for. So he shoved aside all thoughts of how light and airy his chest felt (and how those damn butterflies in his stomach decided to multiply and start a circus of some sort with an impressive trapeze show), and relished in the sheer sensations. The rough heat of Maxim’s hands as they floated over his shoulders, his biceps and danced down his flesh. They flitted through the light layer of dark hair on Sasha’s chest and pinched his nipples. He hissed. Drank in the sharp blend of pleasure and pain that danced through his veins. “I want you. I want to taste you. I’ve never felt like this before,” Maxim growled as his lips moved down Sasha’s neck. Kissed. Bit. Pulled and sucked at the flesh until Sasha shuddered with each touch. The blood pounded in his cock, but his fingers gripped Maxim’s strong shoulders like a damn vice, and he didn’t want to let go. Mate.
His brain didn’t want to think about the implications of that word. It felt too wonderful to think at all.
December 30, 2014
Omega's Destiny Publishing Delay!
So everything was ready, and Amazon done fucked up. Or they just haven't released the ebook for Omega's Destiny yet. Therefore, the release is postponed for one day or until Amazon gets its act together. I hope it goes live by tomorrow. I'll post as soon as it does! Sorry about that.
However, here is a picture of sassy Thranduil to get you through it. *sigh*
However, here is a picture of sassy Thranduil to get you through it. *sigh*
December 29, 2014
Omega's Destiny (Lost Wolves Book Three) Print Cover: One More Day!
Here is the moment you've not been waiting for! The print cover reveal!
Omega's Destiny (Lost Wolves Book Three) comes out tomorrow Dec. 30th! I'll post here when the book is live.
Enjoy!
Omega's Destiny (Lost Wolves Book Three) comes out tomorrow Dec. 30th! I'll post here when the book is live.
Enjoy!
December 23, 2014
Omega's Destiny First Chapter Sneak Peek: Assassins and Killer Shadows Collide
My new book is almost ready to go on sale. *wipes brow* This one has been tough, but I think it's an end of the year thing. I need a slight break, hence the sort of two week-ish vacay I'm taking now. Sort of, because I'm still working a little. But not totally.
Being an indie writer is hard, FYI. So many things to do and so little time to do it in.
Anyway, here is my Christmas/hanukkah/other holiday gift for you guys: a look at the first chapter of Omega's Destiny. Hold your applause. I know it's awesome. Not as good as fuzzy socks, but it's all I can give you through a computer screen. If you want to read the second chapter, you can join my mailing list here!
The book comes out on December 30, 2014. Just in time for the New Year!
Also, for some added holiday cheer. Here's the Free! Iwatobi Swim Club boys being sexy. You're welcome.
Pic by Daniimon
Enjoy!
Chapter One
The Assassin Meets His Double
The shadows huddled around Sasha. He pulled them tighter, like a cloak, and drank them in. He could sink into them if he wanted and turn into anything. A wolf. A man. A knife to slit the throat of the omega assassin who stalked down the hallway toward him. Sasha held the urge at bay. He pushed back the power that threatened, whenever he used it, to consume him and leave nothing behind. He only needed the shadows for a moment, he told them in their own strange shadow tongue. They bristled with excitement at being addressed, and the same old doubt flickered in his chest. Should he do this?Then the magic nibbled at his toes and chewed around the edges of his being. His soul. And, yeah. It was the right decision. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be anything left of him, and Maxim’s kingdom, Moravia, would be royally fucked. Elijah Kane, the assassin in question, moved closer. He was headed down this corridor on the way to his room. To his mate. Sasha tried to wrap his head around that idea for the tenth time. It didn’t work. While Sasha knew this assassin (who nearly got Maxim killed) was in Moravia when Sasha arrived, it still didn’t make sense. Even on the other side of the kingdom the shadows whispered to him while he slept. They couldn’t keep something so huge a secret. Maxim – the alpha with the ability to hold a grudge against his own mate forgave Elijah Kane. Or at least, Maxim agreed to work with Elijah. And, just a few hours before, the shadows warned that Elijah and his mate – another alpha – would be departing soon. Sasha’s gut clenched. If he wanted the assassin’s help (not really, but he needed it) he had to act now.The barrier fizzled. It barely held the magic in place. This shifter kingdom shouldn’t have magic any longer. The barrier would’ve fallen if not for the quick work of the former Old One and Sasha. Then the last Old One died – as she warned Sasha she would – and left this mess in his lap.However, it presented the perfect opportunity to fix Sasha’s problem. Eaten alive by the power surging through him wasn’t a pleasant way to go. But the only way to correct that involved Maxim, a trip south, and help from an assassin who probably didn’t want to give it. Yeah, it sounded needlessly complicated the more Sasha thought about it, but it was the only plan he had. So he went with it. Plus, this was one of the few times Elijah’s mate, a hulking alpha who barelyresembled Maxim but for the auburn hair and dark eyes, hadn’t been at Elijah’s side. Elijah slowed as he neared the alcove. His shoes clicked hollowly against the flagstone floor, and the torches on the walls flickered with a draft of air. Sasha held his breath. It wasn’t like looking in a mirror, but the resemblance was obvious. Sasha’s hair was dark brown where Elijah’s was nearly black. His eyes were violet while the assassin’s were a pale bluish gray. But they were both delicate – almost pretty – in their good looks. The sharp cut of Elijah’s cheekbones and the sardonic hint in his eyes – yes. Sasha knew what Maxim saw in this wolf. Well, presently a beard obscured most of Sasha’s face, but that couldn’t be helped. Just thinking about the damn beard made it itch, but if he moved he’d blow his cover. Elijah wore the typical clothing of this particular shifter territory – leather pants and a long tunic shirt with those ridiculous sleeves that always managed to be right where you didn’t want them. In human territory, Sasha remembered Elijah always wore fitted designer suits. Well, that was one thing they had in common; Sasha didn’t miss those clothes one bit, hence his T-shirt and jeans. The shadows held him close, but they didn’t disguise Sasha’s scent. There was no power in the world that could hide that. That’s what Sasha counted on – Elijah Kane’s senses and instincts. True to form, Elijah sniffed the air and stopped. Then he turned and peered into the alcove, as if he expected to find something beyond darkness. Sasha smirked at his own ingenuity and slid forward. The shadows moved with him, and he shook them off. Or he tried to shake them off, but they stuck to him like a piece of discarded gum on his shoe. Elijah Kane stared at him, lips parted, and looked as if he were ready to call for a guard. He didn’t. But he did pull a knife from a holster and moved forward as Sasha finally talked the shadows in to leaving him alone. “You!” Elijah growled and the knife dug into Sasha’s neck. Sasha rolled his eyes. It’d be too easy to get the advantage, so he gave Elijah a charming grin and held up his hands. The shadows danced around his fingers, twisting and turning like a snake held in a trance. Did he control the shadows or did the shadows control him? Sasha wasn’t sure anymore. The omega inside didn’t help matters. It whined and scratched, like usual, because it sensed the hold this place used to have over it. No more. Sasha broke free of those chains a long time ago. He would’ve told it to shut up if that wouldn’t have made him look crazy. “Elijah Kane! I haven’t seen you since Alexandria, right? Long time.” Part of his brain, the vindictive part, couldn't believe he was going to do this. Let this assassin who hurt Maxim – live. For the second (or was it the third?) time. Not only live but help. No – that wasn’t really him. It was this power. This urge. That’s why he needed Elijah and Maxim. To fix this. Fix him.However, it’s not like Elijah was the only one. Sasha hurt Maxim. Maxim hurt Sasha. The melodrama of their lives might make an interesting television show, if humans enjoyed shows about shifters. Sasha doubted it. Elijah narrowed his eyes. “What the hell are youdoing here?”“To see you. Well, partially. Mostly, I’m here for Maxim and myself. I’m the first version of you, in Maxim’s point of view, anyway. Didn’t I tell you that? Or did I forget? Oh, are you going to move the knife, or am I going to have to get creative?”To Sasha’s surprise, Elijah stepped back and grimaced. He kept the knife in his hands. “The first version of me? Your vendetta against me involved Maxim this entire time?”He was trying to be clever, and Elijah Kane didn’t get it. Sasha scratched his cheek. Took a breath. “Right! This confuses things. I need to shave, but I don’t have time for that right now. You remember what I look like without the beard, right? Similar.”Elijah raised an eyebrow. “I’m better looking. You look like a homeless junkie.”Sasha chuckled. The shadows urged him to release them. Let them rip and tear and – no! He really shouldn’t kill Elijah. He’d held back before, barely, he could do it again. “Ouch! Fair assessment. I feellike a homeless junkie. Listen. I need your help, as much as it pains me to ask. Now, I could threaten you. Or kill you, and believe me, I’d really like to kill you after what you did to Max. But I won’t. I’m reasonable. Only I’m not too great at keeping this power under control. And if these shadows leap out of my hands and strangle you when I’m not paying attention, well, you can imagine. Not good for you. Deal?”Elijah gripped the knife tighter. His knuckles whitened, and he smirked. It didn’t match the pounding of his heart. “Whatever I did to Maxie, I already made up for it. I helped save Maxim’s kingdom, and I’m not about to have some crazy asshole try to off me in a hallway.”“Me! Crazy? Pot, I’m the kettle. Nice to meet you,” Sasha said, and restrained the urge to hold out his hand because that could be disastrous. For Elijah. Not for him. If the shadows cut off Elijah’s hand, Elijah probably wouldn’t want to help. “The kingdom isn’t saved. The barrier is held in place by the frailest of threads. If it falls, you know what happens next.”Elijah stared at him and took a breath. “Humans, hunters and death. But you know what I do and fixing magical barriers isn’tit.” The shadows yanked on their reins, and Sasha gritted his teeth to hold them back. Not killing someone hadn’t taken this much effort in a long time. “But you can do other things. Come on. We both know you’re a man of many talents.”A hinge squeaked down the hall. A footstep. A leather boot on stone. Elijah tensed, just enough for Sasha to notice, but he didn’t turn his head. “Elijah?” the low grumble of an alpha’s voice echoed toward them. The alpha. Elijah’s mate.Well, damn. Sasha didn’t want to do this with another wolf present because alphas got all alpha-yabout things. Elijah’s jaw tensed. “I’ll be there in a minute.”Too late. Footfalls came toward them, steady and persistent. The shadows whispered in Sasha’s ear about the alpha and the things (oh, the things) they wanted to do to him. That just made them harder to control. However if Sasha banished them completely – if they let him – he’d be unarmed in front of an assassin and an alpha. The torchlight caught on the alpha’s hair as he came around the corner. His brow furrowed when he noticed the two of them in a standoff. Elijah glowered at his mate. “I told you I’d be there in a minute.”Sasha wiggled his fingers in mockery of a wave. The shadows moved with them. “Hello. You should’ve waited in the room. This was supposed to be between the two of us. Now the balance of power has shifted. Not good.”“For who?” the alpha asked and stood next to Elijah. He was taller than his mate by a good five or six inches. Broad shoulders. His muscular build was perfect for those clothes. “Both of you! Look. I need his help!”Elijah’s eyes blazed. “The last time I met you, you tried to kill me for no reason. Now you’re saying it has something to do with Maxim?”Sasha smiled. “Oh. Alexandria. That was fun. And I didn’t try very hard, or you’d be dead.” The shadows tried to nibble at the alpha – they just wanted a taste – but Sasha reined them in. Planted his legs and looked back and forth between the two wolves in front of him. The alpha’s fingers twitched. He probably wanted to reach for a weapon of his own. “It won’t do any good against me. Neither will that knife, Elijah. You know that.”“Someone needs to explain what the hell is going on,” the alpha said and, sure enough, the wolf bristled just under the surface. Sasha could smell it. The animal paced inside. Ready to jump out and claw at Sasha to protect its mate. Sasha’s omega had the same urges once, only thatconnection had been cut a long time ago. Sasha nodded at Elijah, for politeness’s sake. “Tell him.”Elijah took a breath. “I don’t know who he is.”Oh. Right. He’d never given Elijah a name? No wonder the assassin was confused. “Sasha Volkov.”“What?” “My name is Sasha Volkov. I didn’t realize I’d never properly introduced myself. Go on.”“I’m Rowan,” the alpha said. He didn’t give a last name. Rude, but Sasha didn’t bring it up. Elijah glared. “Fine. The first time I met Sashawas in Amsterdam. He stopped me on the street and tried to kill me with a ball of fire. That turned into a city-wide police and hunter search when I was only trying to complete a job.”“Did you?” Sasha asked. His memories of that first time were vague. Amsterdam was too human for his tastes, but the tinge of magic in the ground – the magic only shifters like him could feel – called him to that place. He found something in Rembrandt’s letters and that painting of the Night Watch. Running into Elijah was pure coincidence. Trying to kill Elijah wasn’t. “Yes. I finished the job. No thanks to you,” Elijah ground out. “Then I ran into him in Alexandria. Another job, but this time, I found him in the great library with a group of eviscerated shifters. You know me. I only kill people who really deserve it, most of the time.”Rowan glanced between them, and Sasha felt the alpha’s darkening gaze. Judging him. Just like an alpha. “Did you do it?”Sasha sighed. “Yes. That was a mistake. Spell gone wrong. I was still learning at that point. My bad. But I’m not sure what this has to do with anything. He got away both times. Annoyingly. I’m sure I did that on purpose.”Rowan nodded. “And what do you need now?”“Finally! Your help. Well, his help.”“Why should we help you?” Elijah asked. His shoulders bunched. If the shadows attacked, would he fight or run? Sasha didn’t test him. “Because you owe it to Maxim to finish saving his kingdom,” Sasha said. Rowan took a deep breath through his nose and eyed the shadows. “Okay. What do you need?”Progress! “A passport. One Maxim can use to get across the borders in human territory. A little bit of money wouldn’t hurt. Not a lot, just enough for a trip south. As an assassin I’m sure you know where to find items like that.”Elijah blinked. “How the hell is a passport going to help Maxim’s kingdom?”“So many questions! It’s hard enough to keep from gutting you, and you want me to explain everything? Right now?”“No,” Rowan said and put a hand on Elijah’s shoulder. “Why passports?”The evident tension in Elijah’s shoulders eased under the contact, but he said nothing. “We’re going on a trip. I might need your help with another few aspects of this plan. Just believe me. It’s the only way to fix the barrier. Or did you want that little fight with the Butcher to be pointless?”“Where were you during that fight?” Elijah growled and took a step forward. Oh, the shadows didn’t like that. They fought to leap out and cut – maybe stab – and Sasha almost let them. “I was trying to build a temporary barrier so everything didn’t go to shit when the last Old One died. Is that good enough for you?”“Fine. Is that all?” Rowan said and squeezed his mate’s shoulder. The shadows crept forward, and Sasha pulled them back. Sunk into them. It was easier to control them if he was inside. “No. Elijah can also convince Maxim to forgive me.”“What did you do to him?” Elijah asked and held up his chin. The last bit of shadow passed over Sasha’s face. “I’m his mate,” he whispered and slipped away. Sasha left them to work out the details on their own. He moved through the shadows until he was far enough away the mixture of power and the instinct to avenge his mate (or ex-mate) didn’t overwhelm him any longer. When the shadows finally released him, he fell onto his knees and gasped. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and Maxim’s scent invaded his nose. Musk, ink and parchment.Sasha blinked. A room. This room. Of course the shadows led him to this room. Even with the bond broken, the magic knew what he wanted. What he needed. In the darkness, Sasha made out the singular shape in the bed. Maxim sat up suddenly and peered toward him. A knife glistened in his hand. The blade caught the moonlight. A pale slit of it slipped through the curtains and fell over the floor all silvery white. Sasha balled his hands into fists and his throat clogged like someone had shoved cotton balls down it. The barrier fluttered. Damn! He hadn’t completed the grid that would hold it in place yet, but he needed to catch Elijah before he left and slipped out of reach. Now that Sasha had done that he had no reason to stay. Not really. But his feet didn’t want to move. The whole castle might fall down on his head, and he’d stand here and let it. Covered in rubble and dust, it’d all be worth it because he got to see Maxim again. In truth, he never thought he’d get the chance. Maybe this kingdom really was his fate. Strange how Yue, the shifter’s moon goddess, worked.Sasha smiled in the darkness. “I’m here, Max. Come and find me.”Maxim rustled in the bed, but Sasha slipped away. Moved with the shadows in the night and disappeared to finish the job he started. To save Maxim’s kingdom. And maybe (hopefully) save himself as well.
* * *Ten Years Ago
Sasha crossed the barrier with blood stained paws. The magic buzzed over his fur as he stumbled inside, heart pounding. The coppery tang filled his mouth. More blood. But he had to do it, break through that line of hunters and get inside. Or, more accurately, the last spell he’d learned (the one in Wallachia) urged the magic that invaded his body to do it. To rip those hunters throats out. Tear their flesh. It infused him with strength enough to make it here. Moravia. Though, in truth, he didn’t remember much about breaking through. That was probably for the best. The last time the power took control of him it wasn’t pretty. It happened when those bears came for him and his mother because they heard what Sasha could do. An omega with limitless power? That was too dangerous for any shifter to accept. No matter how his mother, her face sharp and tired in his mind, tried to protect him, she’d failed. She couldn’t even protect herself. During his fight with the hunters something scraped him, the bright sting of silver, but it no longer hurt. The healing saw to that. That magic was almost as innate as shifter magic itself. He barely noticed it anymore, though he healed faster than normal shifters. Much faster. Too bad he couldn’t have put it to better use on his mother while she bled out at the hands of those shifters who saw him as a threat. Six hulking bears scared of a twelve-year-old omega with multiple types of magic. Sasha swallowed, blinked and moved forward. That’s why he kept his magic under wraps. Never let anyone know what he could do. And, it didn’t hurt that the drive to learn more pushed him forward. The power here called to him. Knew his name. It churned and danced over the nerves in his body. Filled him with the need to trudge deeper. Even the primordial fear of the Old Ones didn’t encroach on him. And it should. They ruled here, in whoever’s territory that currently was. A wolf – Sasha knew that much. King Olo Reznik. Moravia was rumored to have a library with several one of a kind manuscripts – books on magic that pulled Sasha toward them. He’d do what he always did. Get a lowly position at the castle. Sneak in the library and gather all the spells he could find and move on. He’d followed the same path since his mother died. Sasha traveled from place to place, devouring knowledge and spells like a starving man while he tried to find out how to control this strange and terrible power. Because if he couldn’t control it—Sasha squeezed his eyes shut—it would eat him alive. The forest bristled around him. Moved. Or, more accurately, something moved within it. His ears perked. He peered into the dappled sunlight that fell through the branches of evergreens towering above them. The leaves and needles crunched under his paws. Two wolves emerged between the trees. One white. One brown. Female and male. Old Ones. Sasha squared his shoulders and sat back on his haunches. The sting of their magic tickled his nose, and he licked it. That was fast. Some Old Ones didn’t bother. Others were more proactive. Sort of like shifters themselves. What else were Old Ones but shifters? Improved upon shifters but shifters nonetheless. They slipped next to each other like fish in a pond, their paws crackled against the detritus on the forest floor. The white one, her eyes a pale icy blue, circled Sasha, while the male, his eyes the bright green of the first growth in spring, watched. Bulbs poked through the thin layer of snow and leaves that carpeted the forest floor, and they somehow avoided stepping on any of them. Finally, the female’s wolf shape peeled away. A woman with long silvery blond hair and a white fur cloak stood before him. The cloak was tattered at the hem.Sasha stared. Took a sharp breath. No Old One ever transformed into a human before him. Hell – he didn’t even know they could turn human. “You bear Ashina’s Curse, child,” she said and her voice sounded as distant as Yue herself. Sasha blinked and let his wolf form fall away. He’d never talked to an Old One before. And if this was his only chance, he’d take it. He’d be a fool not to. The Old Ones watched him. Sasha sat on the cold, not quite frozen ground. He didn’t stand since that might be rude. Pissing off an Old One wasn’t the best plan of action.“Ashina’s Curse? What’s that? Is that why I’m like this? What am I supposed to do?” Sasha asked and wiped at the blood staining his mouth. It flaked off like bits of rust. The Old One’s exchanged a glance that may have taken a moment. Or a year. Hard to tell. The woman spoke. “You follow where it leads. It led you here to procure more magic for it. When the time comes, you must make a decision about what to do with the power you’ve gathered. Welcome to your destiny, omega.”It didn’t sound particularly ominous, but a shiver shot up Sasha’s spine all the same. “What destiny? This curse is my destiny? What does that even mean?”The Old One didn’t answer. She smiled an elusive smile, and they both faded back into the forest. Sasha’s heart throbbed. He stared at the spot they’d been. Held his breath and waited, but they didn’t return. Ashina’s curse? Ashina was the father of all wolf shifters, the wolf who transformed into a man to win Yue’s heart. At least Sasha knew what he had, even if it didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Finally, Sasha turned and headed toward the heart of this territory. It took him a week to reach the castle on foot and two days to convince the cat shifter in charge of the kitchen that they needed to hire an omega. However, the Old One’s words stuck in Sasha’s mind the entire time. He mulled them over. Chewed on them. Felt them crowd his gut with something thick and unpleasant. Welcome to his destiny? What the fuck did that mean? And what kind of decision would he have to make one day? Old Ones! They could be a little less mystical and vague if they really wanted to help. Then, on a day that started as normal as any other, the castle bell rang three haunting chimes. Sasha ignored it at first, but the servants around him froze and exchanged worried glances. Sasha frowned at his mop. If this put a damper on his plans to get into the damn library–“The King’s dead,” the cat shifter announced. His usually ruddy complexion paled. “Get back to work.”That could do it. Sasha glowered as he pulled his bucket into the hallway. The library was so close, and he stepped into the middle of a kingdom with a newly dead king and who knew what kind of civil unrest until they declared a new alpha to rule and . . . and all of those thoughts flitted out of Sasha’s mind like a flock of sparrows. Because as he dunked his mop in the bucket, he spied a well-dressed young man (around his age) rush out of the library with a book pressed to his chest. Auburn hair framed the wolf’s face, and his inky eyes were wide with worry. He stood several inches taller than Sasha, lithe and graceful. Definitely an alpha. Sasha sensed the wolf within that young man as it paced and clawed to get free.“Prince Maxim! This way,” another wolf called and the prince turned and went. Sasha stared after him. Prince?
Welcome to his destiny, indeed.
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Chapter One
The Assassin Meets His Double
The shadows huddled around Sasha. He pulled them tighter, like a cloak, and drank them in. He could sink into them if he wanted and turn into anything. A wolf. A man. A knife to slit the throat of the omega assassin who stalked down the hallway toward him. Sasha held the urge at bay. He pushed back the power that threatened, whenever he used it, to consume him and leave nothing behind. He only needed the shadows for a moment, he told them in their own strange shadow tongue. They bristled with excitement at being addressed, and the same old doubt flickered in his chest. Should he do this?Then the magic nibbled at his toes and chewed around the edges of his being. His soul. And, yeah. It was the right decision. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be anything left of him, and Maxim’s kingdom, Moravia, would be royally fucked. Elijah Kane, the assassin in question, moved closer. He was headed down this corridor on the way to his room. To his mate. Sasha tried to wrap his head around that idea for the tenth time. It didn’t work. While Sasha knew this assassin (who nearly got Maxim killed) was in Moravia when Sasha arrived, it still didn’t make sense. Even on the other side of the kingdom the shadows whispered to him while he slept. They couldn’t keep something so huge a secret. Maxim – the alpha with the ability to hold a grudge against his own mate forgave Elijah Kane. Or at least, Maxim agreed to work with Elijah. And, just a few hours before, the shadows warned that Elijah and his mate – another alpha – would be departing soon. Sasha’s gut clenched. If he wanted the assassin’s help (not really, but he needed it) he had to act now.The barrier fizzled. It barely held the magic in place. This shifter kingdom shouldn’t have magic any longer. The barrier would’ve fallen if not for the quick work of the former Old One and Sasha. Then the last Old One died – as she warned Sasha she would – and left this mess in his lap.However, it presented the perfect opportunity to fix Sasha’s problem. Eaten alive by the power surging through him wasn’t a pleasant way to go. But the only way to correct that involved Maxim, a trip south, and help from an assassin who probably didn’t want to give it. Yeah, it sounded needlessly complicated the more Sasha thought about it, but it was the only plan he had. So he went with it. Plus, this was one of the few times Elijah’s mate, a hulking alpha who barelyresembled Maxim but for the auburn hair and dark eyes, hadn’t been at Elijah’s side. Elijah slowed as he neared the alcove. His shoes clicked hollowly against the flagstone floor, and the torches on the walls flickered with a draft of air. Sasha held his breath. It wasn’t like looking in a mirror, but the resemblance was obvious. Sasha’s hair was dark brown where Elijah’s was nearly black. His eyes were violet while the assassin’s were a pale bluish gray. But they were both delicate – almost pretty – in their good looks. The sharp cut of Elijah’s cheekbones and the sardonic hint in his eyes – yes. Sasha knew what Maxim saw in this wolf. Well, presently a beard obscured most of Sasha’s face, but that couldn’t be helped. Just thinking about the damn beard made it itch, but if he moved he’d blow his cover. Elijah wore the typical clothing of this particular shifter territory – leather pants and a long tunic shirt with those ridiculous sleeves that always managed to be right where you didn’t want them. In human territory, Sasha remembered Elijah always wore fitted designer suits. Well, that was one thing they had in common; Sasha didn’t miss those clothes one bit, hence his T-shirt and jeans. The shadows held him close, but they didn’t disguise Sasha’s scent. There was no power in the world that could hide that. That’s what Sasha counted on – Elijah Kane’s senses and instincts. True to form, Elijah sniffed the air and stopped. Then he turned and peered into the alcove, as if he expected to find something beyond darkness. Sasha smirked at his own ingenuity and slid forward. The shadows moved with him, and he shook them off. Or he tried to shake them off, but they stuck to him like a piece of discarded gum on his shoe. Elijah Kane stared at him, lips parted, and looked as if he were ready to call for a guard. He didn’t. But he did pull a knife from a holster and moved forward as Sasha finally talked the shadows in to leaving him alone. “You!” Elijah growled and the knife dug into Sasha’s neck. Sasha rolled his eyes. It’d be too easy to get the advantage, so he gave Elijah a charming grin and held up his hands. The shadows danced around his fingers, twisting and turning like a snake held in a trance. Did he control the shadows or did the shadows control him? Sasha wasn’t sure anymore. The omega inside didn’t help matters. It whined and scratched, like usual, because it sensed the hold this place used to have over it. No more. Sasha broke free of those chains a long time ago. He would’ve told it to shut up if that wouldn’t have made him look crazy. “Elijah Kane! I haven’t seen you since Alexandria, right? Long time.” Part of his brain, the vindictive part, couldn't believe he was going to do this. Let this assassin who hurt Maxim – live. For the second (or was it the third?) time. Not only live but help. No – that wasn’t really him. It was this power. This urge. That’s why he needed Elijah and Maxim. To fix this. Fix him.However, it’s not like Elijah was the only one. Sasha hurt Maxim. Maxim hurt Sasha. The melodrama of their lives might make an interesting television show, if humans enjoyed shows about shifters. Sasha doubted it. Elijah narrowed his eyes. “What the hell are youdoing here?”“To see you. Well, partially. Mostly, I’m here for Maxim and myself. I’m the first version of you, in Maxim’s point of view, anyway. Didn’t I tell you that? Or did I forget? Oh, are you going to move the knife, or am I going to have to get creative?”To Sasha’s surprise, Elijah stepped back and grimaced. He kept the knife in his hands. “The first version of me? Your vendetta against me involved Maxim this entire time?”He was trying to be clever, and Elijah Kane didn’t get it. Sasha scratched his cheek. Took a breath. “Right! This confuses things. I need to shave, but I don’t have time for that right now. You remember what I look like without the beard, right? Similar.”Elijah raised an eyebrow. “I’m better looking. You look like a homeless junkie.”Sasha chuckled. The shadows urged him to release them. Let them rip and tear and – no! He really shouldn’t kill Elijah. He’d held back before, barely, he could do it again. “Ouch! Fair assessment. I feellike a homeless junkie. Listen. I need your help, as much as it pains me to ask. Now, I could threaten you. Or kill you, and believe me, I’d really like to kill you after what you did to Max. But I won’t. I’m reasonable. Only I’m not too great at keeping this power under control. And if these shadows leap out of my hands and strangle you when I’m not paying attention, well, you can imagine. Not good for you. Deal?”Elijah gripped the knife tighter. His knuckles whitened, and he smirked. It didn’t match the pounding of his heart. “Whatever I did to Maxie, I already made up for it. I helped save Maxim’s kingdom, and I’m not about to have some crazy asshole try to off me in a hallway.”“Me! Crazy? Pot, I’m the kettle. Nice to meet you,” Sasha said, and restrained the urge to hold out his hand because that could be disastrous. For Elijah. Not for him. If the shadows cut off Elijah’s hand, Elijah probably wouldn’t want to help. “The kingdom isn’t saved. The barrier is held in place by the frailest of threads. If it falls, you know what happens next.”Elijah stared at him and took a breath. “Humans, hunters and death. But you know what I do and fixing magical barriers isn’tit.” The shadows yanked on their reins, and Sasha gritted his teeth to hold them back. Not killing someone hadn’t taken this much effort in a long time. “But you can do other things. Come on. We both know you’re a man of many talents.”A hinge squeaked down the hall. A footstep. A leather boot on stone. Elijah tensed, just enough for Sasha to notice, but he didn’t turn his head. “Elijah?” the low grumble of an alpha’s voice echoed toward them. The alpha. Elijah’s mate.Well, damn. Sasha didn’t want to do this with another wolf present because alphas got all alpha-yabout things. Elijah’s jaw tensed. “I’ll be there in a minute.”Too late. Footfalls came toward them, steady and persistent. The shadows whispered in Sasha’s ear about the alpha and the things (oh, the things) they wanted to do to him. That just made them harder to control. However if Sasha banished them completely – if they let him – he’d be unarmed in front of an assassin and an alpha. The torchlight caught on the alpha’s hair as he came around the corner. His brow furrowed when he noticed the two of them in a standoff. Elijah glowered at his mate. “I told you I’d be there in a minute.”Sasha wiggled his fingers in mockery of a wave. The shadows moved with them. “Hello. You should’ve waited in the room. This was supposed to be between the two of us. Now the balance of power has shifted. Not good.”“For who?” the alpha asked and stood next to Elijah. He was taller than his mate by a good five or six inches. Broad shoulders. His muscular build was perfect for those clothes. “Both of you! Look. I need his help!”Elijah’s eyes blazed. “The last time I met you, you tried to kill me for no reason. Now you’re saying it has something to do with Maxim?”Sasha smiled. “Oh. Alexandria. That was fun. And I didn’t try very hard, or you’d be dead.” The shadows tried to nibble at the alpha – they just wanted a taste – but Sasha reined them in. Planted his legs and looked back and forth between the two wolves in front of him. The alpha’s fingers twitched. He probably wanted to reach for a weapon of his own. “It won’t do any good against me. Neither will that knife, Elijah. You know that.”“Someone needs to explain what the hell is going on,” the alpha said and, sure enough, the wolf bristled just under the surface. Sasha could smell it. The animal paced inside. Ready to jump out and claw at Sasha to protect its mate. Sasha’s omega had the same urges once, only thatconnection had been cut a long time ago. Sasha nodded at Elijah, for politeness’s sake. “Tell him.”Elijah took a breath. “I don’t know who he is.”Oh. Right. He’d never given Elijah a name? No wonder the assassin was confused. “Sasha Volkov.”“What?” “My name is Sasha Volkov. I didn’t realize I’d never properly introduced myself. Go on.”“I’m Rowan,” the alpha said. He didn’t give a last name. Rude, but Sasha didn’t bring it up. Elijah glared. “Fine. The first time I met Sashawas in Amsterdam. He stopped me on the street and tried to kill me with a ball of fire. That turned into a city-wide police and hunter search when I was only trying to complete a job.”“Did you?” Sasha asked. His memories of that first time were vague. Amsterdam was too human for his tastes, but the tinge of magic in the ground – the magic only shifters like him could feel – called him to that place. He found something in Rembrandt’s letters and that painting of the Night Watch. Running into Elijah was pure coincidence. Trying to kill Elijah wasn’t. “Yes. I finished the job. No thanks to you,” Elijah ground out. “Then I ran into him in Alexandria. Another job, but this time, I found him in the great library with a group of eviscerated shifters. You know me. I only kill people who really deserve it, most of the time.”Rowan glanced between them, and Sasha felt the alpha’s darkening gaze. Judging him. Just like an alpha. “Did you do it?”Sasha sighed. “Yes. That was a mistake. Spell gone wrong. I was still learning at that point. My bad. But I’m not sure what this has to do with anything. He got away both times. Annoyingly. I’m sure I did that on purpose.”Rowan nodded. “And what do you need now?”“Finally! Your help. Well, his help.”“Why should we help you?” Elijah asked. His shoulders bunched. If the shadows attacked, would he fight or run? Sasha didn’t test him. “Because you owe it to Maxim to finish saving his kingdom,” Sasha said. Rowan took a deep breath through his nose and eyed the shadows. “Okay. What do you need?”Progress! “A passport. One Maxim can use to get across the borders in human territory. A little bit of money wouldn’t hurt. Not a lot, just enough for a trip south. As an assassin I’m sure you know where to find items like that.”Elijah blinked. “How the hell is a passport going to help Maxim’s kingdom?”“So many questions! It’s hard enough to keep from gutting you, and you want me to explain everything? Right now?”“No,” Rowan said and put a hand on Elijah’s shoulder. “Why passports?”The evident tension in Elijah’s shoulders eased under the contact, but he said nothing. “We’re going on a trip. I might need your help with another few aspects of this plan. Just believe me. It’s the only way to fix the barrier. Or did you want that little fight with the Butcher to be pointless?”“Where were you during that fight?” Elijah growled and took a step forward. Oh, the shadows didn’t like that. They fought to leap out and cut – maybe stab – and Sasha almost let them. “I was trying to build a temporary barrier so everything didn’t go to shit when the last Old One died. Is that good enough for you?”“Fine. Is that all?” Rowan said and squeezed his mate’s shoulder. The shadows crept forward, and Sasha pulled them back. Sunk into them. It was easier to control them if he was inside. “No. Elijah can also convince Maxim to forgive me.”“What did you do to him?” Elijah asked and held up his chin. The last bit of shadow passed over Sasha’s face. “I’m his mate,” he whispered and slipped away. Sasha left them to work out the details on their own. He moved through the shadows until he was far enough away the mixture of power and the instinct to avenge his mate (or ex-mate) didn’t overwhelm him any longer. When the shadows finally released him, he fell onto his knees and gasped. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and Maxim’s scent invaded his nose. Musk, ink and parchment.Sasha blinked. A room. This room. Of course the shadows led him to this room. Even with the bond broken, the magic knew what he wanted. What he needed. In the darkness, Sasha made out the singular shape in the bed. Maxim sat up suddenly and peered toward him. A knife glistened in his hand. The blade caught the moonlight. A pale slit of it slipped through the curtains and fell over the floor all silvery white. Sasha balled his hands into fists and his throat clogged like someone had shoved cotton balls down it. The barrier fluttered. Damn! He hadn’t completed the grid that would hold it in place yet, but he needed to catch Elijah before he left and slipped out of reach. Now that Sasha had done that he had no reason to stay. Not really. But his feet didn’t want to move. The whole castle might fall down on his head, and he’d stand here and let it. Covered in rubble and dust, it’d all be worth it because he got to see Maxim again. In truth, he never thought he’d get the chance. Maybe this kingdom really was his fate. Strange how Yue, the shifter’s moon goddess, worked.Sasha smiled in the darkness. “I’m here, Max. Come and find me.”Maxim rustled in the bed, but Sasha slipped away. Moved with the shadows in the night and disappeared to finish the job he started. To save Maxim’s kingdom. And maybe (hopefully) save himself as well.
* * *Ten Years Ago
Sasha crossed the barrier with blood stained paws. The magic buzzed over his fur as he stumbled inside, heart pounding. The coppery tang filled his mouth. More blood. But he had to do it, break through that line of hunters and get inside. Or, more accurately, the last spell he’d learned (the one in Wallachia) urged the magic that invaded his body to do it. To rip those hunters throats out. Tear their flesh. It infused him with strength enough to make it here. Moravia. Though, in truth, he didn’t remember much about breaking through. That was probably for the best. The last time the power took control of him it wasn’t pretty. It happened when those bears came for him and his mother because they heard what Sasha could do. An omega with limitless power? That was too dangerous for any shifter to accept. No matter how his mother, her face sharp and tired in his mind, tried to protect him, she’d failed. She couldn’t even protect herself. During his fight with the hunters something scraped him, the bright sting of silver, but it no longer hurt. The healing saw to that. That magic was almost as innate as shifter magic itself. He barely noticed it anymore, though he healed faster than normal shifters. Much faster. Too bad he couldn’t have put it to better use on his mother while she bled out at the hands of those shifters who saw him as a threat. Six hulking bears scared of a twelve-year-old omega with multiple types of magic. Sasha swallowed, blinked and moved forward. That’s why he kept his magic under wraps. Never let anyone know what he could do. And, it didn’t hurt that the drive to learn more pushed him forward. The power here called to him. Knew his name. It churned and danced over the nerves in his body. Filled him with the need to trudge deeper. Even the primordial fear of the Old Ones didn’t encroach on him. And it should. They ruled here, in whoever’s territory that currently was. A wolf – Sasha knew that much. King Olo Reznik. Moravia was rumored to have a library with several one of a kind manuscripts – books on magic that pulled Sasha toward them. He’d do what he always did. Get a lowly position at the castle. Sneak in the library and gather all the spells he could find and move on. He’d followed the same path since his mother died. Sasha traveled from place to place, devouring knowledge and spells like a starving man while he tried to find out how to control this strange and terrible power. Because if he couldn’t control it—Sasha squeezed his eyes shut—it would eat him alive. The forest bristled around him. Moved. Or, more accurately, something moved within it. His ears perked. He peered into the dappled sunlight that fell through the branches of evergreens towering above them. The leaves and needles crunched under his paws. Two wolves emerged between the trees. One white. One brown. Female and male. Old Ones. Sasha squared his shoulders and sat back on his haunches. The sting of their magic tickled his nose, and he licked it. That was fast. Some Old Ones didn’t bother. Others were more proactive. Sort of like shifters themselves. What else were Old Ones but shifters? Improved upon shifters but shifters nonetheless. They slipped next to each other like fish in a pond, their paws crackled against the detritus on the forest floor. The white one, her eyes a pale icy blue, circled Sasha, while the male, his eyes the bright green of the first growth in spring, watched. Bulbs poked through the thin layer of snow and leaves that carpeted the forest floor, and they somehow avoided stepping on any of them. Finally, the female’s wolf shape peeled away. A woman with long silvery blond hair and a white fur cloak stood before him. The cloak was tattered at the hem.Sasha stared. Took a sharp breath. No Old One ever transformed into a human before him. Hell – he didn’t even know they could turn human. “You bear Ashina’s Curse, child,” she said and her voice sounded as distant as Yue herself. Sasha blinked and let his wolf form fall away. He’d never talked to an Old One before. And if this was his only chance, he’d take it. He’d be a fool not to. The Old Ones watched him. Sasha sat on the cold, not quite frozen ground. He didn’t stand since that might be rude. Pissing off an Old One wasn’t the best plan of action.“Ashina’s Curse? What’s that? Is that why I’m like this? What am I supposed to do?” Sasha asked and wiped at the blood staining his mouth. It flaked off like bits of rust. The Old One’s exchanged a glance that may have taken a moment. Or a year. Hard to tell. The woman spoke. “You follow where it leads. It led you here to procure more magic for it. When the time comes, you must make a decision about what to do with the power you’ve gathered. Welcome to your destiny, omega.”It didn’t sound particularly ominous, but a shiver shot up Sasha’s spine all the same. “What destiny? This curse is my destiny? What does that even mean?”The Old One didn’t answer. She smiled an elusive smile, and they both faded back into the forest. Sasha’s heart throbbed. He stared at the spot they’d been. Held his breath and waited, but they didn’t return. Ashina’s curse? Ashina was the father of all wolf shifters, the wolf who transformed into a man to win Yue’s heart. At least Sasha knew what he had, even if it didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Finally, Sasha turned and headed toward the heart of this territory. It took him a week to reach the castle on foot and two days to convince the cat shifter in charge of the kitchen that they needed to hire an omega. However, the Old One’s words stuck in Sasha’s mind the entire time. He mulled them over. Chewed on them. Felt them crowd his gut with something thick and unpleasant. Welcome to his destiny? What the fuck did that mean? And what kind of decision would he have to make one day? Old Ones! They could be a little less mystical and vague if they really wanted to help. Then, on a day that started as normal as any other, the castle bell rang three haunting chimes. Sasha ignored it at first, but the servants around him froze and exchanged worried glances. Sasha frowned at his mop. If this put a damper on his plans to get into the damn library–“The King’s dead,” the cat shifter announced. His usually ruddy complexion paled. “Get back to work.”That could do it. Sasha glowered as he pulled his bucket into the hallway. The library was so close, and he stepped into the middle of a kingdom with a newly dead king and who knew what kind of civil unrest until they declared a new alpha to rule and . . . and all of those thoughts flitted out of Sasha’s mind like a flock of sparrows. Because as he dunked his mop in the bucket, he spied a well-dressed young man (around his age) rush out of the library with a book pressed to his chest. Auburn hair framed the wolf’s face, and his inky eyes were wide with worry. He stood several inches taller than Sasha, lithe and graceful. Definitely an alpha. Sasha sensed the wolf within that young man as it paced and clawed to get free.“Prince Maxim! This way,” another wolf called and the prince turned and went. Sasha stared after him. Prince?
Welcome to his destiny, indeed.
December 15, 2014
Manuscript Monday: Omega's Destiny - Sasha Gets Real
It's Monday again! And I actually remembered to post a new snippet from Omega's Destiny. This is cause for celebration on my part. The holidays make everything extra busy - like spending all day making cookies, which I did yesterday. At least the results were delicious. Delicious and fattening. Mmmm.
Here's another unedited peek at Sasha and Maxim meeting again for the first time in so many years, this time from Sasha's POV.
Enjoy!
In the moonlight, Sasha hardly made out the scars on the alpha’s face. The long jagged line that split his left eye, which was now an empty socket, in two. He’d been too slow that time. Much too slow, and Maxim carried the scars because of it. Maxim carried far too many scars, and they were almost all Elijah’s fault. The rest Sasha blamed squarely on himself. The severing spell held. Even so near, he couldn’t feel Maxim’s heart beat with his. His body, mind and soul didn’t cry for their mate, though the omega howled faintly in the corner of his mind. He burned that bridge so thoroughly it might never be repaired. One instance of his magic working the way he’d planned – no dead bodies or apologies – and it had to be this one. Sasha forced himself to smile and raised an eyebrow. “Did you get taller? I think you got taller. It’s been too long, Max.”“I found you. Now, why are you here?” Maxim growled again and his hands balled into fists. They looked rougher than the hands Sasha remembered, the ones with the callouses on his forefinger and thumb from writing. Those were the hands of a bookish prince with far too much trust. These were the hands of a swordsman – a warrior – a world wary alpha king. “You know the answer to that. You found the anchors. Thankfully, you didn’t disturb them or things could’ve ended up much worse. Magic of that sort isn’t as predictable as we’d like it to be. But I expected a better welcome than this. You didn’t even bring a pack of guards with you?”The power tingled from the earth at his feet and surged to his fingers. It used his body like a conduit, a way to pass from one thing to another. It chewed at him. Sanded away the parts of him he thought he knew best and left him raw. He’d spent too much time here already, and it ate at him every day. He needed to hold out until the barrier grid was complete. Get Maxim to come with him and free himself of this curse. From the sharpness in Maxim’s expression, Sasha wasn’t sure he could pull it off now.What was he supposed to say? Hey, let’s be mates again! And wait for Maxim to run into his arms? Yeah, that probably wouldn’t work. Sasha had learned so much since they last saw each other! The part of him, that foolish, childish part he thought no longer existed, wanted to share his travels with Maxim. Tell him of Alexandria’s Grand Library. Share the secrets of Athens or Ur or Great Zimbabwe. But the eyes he remembered softening in his presence were as hard as obsidian. Just as sharp and unforgiving. “Why did you return this time?” Maxim grumbled. His voice held the barest hint of a plea. Sasha swallowed. “Kamil thought you’d need me. Turns out he was right. Tough luck with those Old Ones. Everyone thinks they’re immortal, but they’re really just brimming with stolen magic. There is a difference.”Suddenly, Maxim lunged forward. Hands snagged on his shoulders and shoved him backwards. He thudded into a tree, the trunk rough through the fabric of his T-shirt. The breath clogged in Sasha’s throat at the proximity. That scent, musky and rich and right. Tangled into a knot of lust and fate and the only way to free them both was to sever it at the source.It reminded Sasha of something else – Maxim complicated things. Complicated him. Why did he think this time would be any different?Not to mention, Maxim was stark ass naked. His body, tall and lean, had gained muscle over the years. With the bare flesh pushed against him, it reminded Sasha of all their time together. To say the least, it’d been awhile. Maxim breathed against Sasha’s mouth. His lips hovered there for a moment, that delectable tongue darted out and almost fucking tastedhim. But Maxim pulled it back, ran it over his own lips. His hands dug into Sasha’s shoulders, squeezed the bones. The heat of his body radiated into Sasha’s, dispelling the cool night air. They were so close they could kiss. Sasha’s brain sparked at the thought. He leaned forward, pressed his knee between Maxim’s corded thighs. Smirked. “Admit it. You missed me.”Maxim’s eyes flashed, and he growled. “You shouldn’t have come back. You're a traitor to this kingdom.”“Do you expect me to believe you told anyone what happened? We’re the only ones who know the truth, Max,” Sasha said, and his lips brushed Maxim’s cheek. “What’s a little regicide between lovers?”Maxim let out a huff of air. “Ex-lovers. You killed my brother while he was King!”Right. Sasha had done that. He shrugged. “And you killed your own uncle while he was King. Roland killed your mom. It’s a thing in your family. I was helping out.”Then Maxim smiled an empty, ugly smile, and Sasha’s blood chilled to ice in his veins. His Maxim never smiled like that, but his Maxim might not exist any longer. Funny how that worked out. “Is that what this is? More help I didn’t ask for?” Maxim snarled.Sasha squeezed his eyes shut, buried any remaining pride he had, and nodded. “Help you need. My magic is holding the barrier in place. Without it, you know what the humans will do. Defeat one army of hunters and another will take its place. You need another pair of Old Ones, and I can get them for you.”Maxim’s good eye narrowed, and he bared his fangs. “Oh? And how will you do that?”The alpha’s heart slammed, Sasha felt it pounding against his sternum. He took one last leap of faith, and hoped he didn’t land flat on his ass. “You know me, Max. I can do almost anything.” Anything but keep a mate. Maxim took a sharp, ragged breath. It warmed Sasha’s skin, and he closed his eyes. Drank it in. “You can. I remember.”Sasha smiled, even if his beard covered most of it. “What else do you remember?”Maxim moved closer, dark eyes burning. His musk made Sasha lightheaded. “Everything. I remember everything,” he growled and lifted his hands, mere centimeters from Sasha’s cheeks.The omega shoved him forward. Sasha’s lips caught Maxim’s mouth, forced them together into a kiss that was neither polite nor delicate. It raged and burned. Maxim’s tongue swept against Sasha’s with the force of a tidal wave, and a hand tangled in the back of Sasha’s hair, tugged it. Maxim’s body, hot, needy and naked, pressed flush into Sasha until that’s all Sasha felt. Maxim surrounded him. Enveloped him. After everything he’d done, he ended up back here in Maxim’s arms. Destiny, indeed.
Here's another unedited peek at Sasha and Maxim meeting again for the first time in so many years, this time from Sasha's POV.
Enjoy!
In the moonlight, Sasha hardly made out the scars on the alpha’s face. The long jagged line that split his left eye, which was now an empty socket, in two. He’d been too slow that time. Much too slow, and Maxim carried the scars because of it. Maxim carried far too many scars, and they were almost all Elijah’s fault. The rest Sasha blamed squarely on himself. The severing spell held. Even so near, he couldn’t feel Maxim’s heart beat with his. His body, mind and soul didn’t cry for their mate, though the omega howled faintly in the corner of his mind. He burned that bridge so thoroughly it might never be repaired. One instance of his magic working the way he’d planned – no dead bodies or apologies – and it had to be this one. Sasha forced himself to smile and raised an eyebrow. “Did you get taller? I think you got taller. It’s been too long, Max.”“I found you. Now, why are you here?” Maxim growled again and his hands balled into fists. They looked rougher than the hands Sasha remembered, the ones with the callouses on his forefinger and thumb from writing. Those were the hands of a bookish prince with far too much trust. These were the hands of a swordsman – a warrior – a world wary alpha king. “You know the answer to that. You found the anchors. Thankfully, you didn’t disturb them or things could’ve ended up much worse. Magic of that sort isn’t as predictable as we’d like it to be. But I expected a better welcome than this. You didn’t even bring a pack of guards with you?”The power tingled from the earth at his feet and surged to his fingers. It used his body like a conduit, a way to pass from one thing to another. It chewed at him. Sanded away the parts of him he thought he knew best and left him raw. He’d spent too much time here already, and it ate at him every day. He needed to hold out until the barrier grid was complete. Get Maxim to come with him and free himself of this curse. From the sharpness in Maxim’s expression, Sasha wasn’t sure he could pull it off now.What was he supposed to say? Hey, let’s be mates again! And wait for Maxim to run into his arms? Yeah, that probably wouldn’t work. Sasha had learned so much since they last saw each other! The part of him, that foolish, childish part he thought no longer existed, wanted to share his travels with Maxim. Tell him of Alexandria’s Grand Library. Share the secrets of Athens or Ur or Great Zimbabwe. But the eyes he remembered softening in his presence were as hard as obsidian. Just as sharp and unforgiving. “Why did you return this time?” Maxim grumbled. His voice held the barest hint of a plea. Sasha swallowed. “Kamil thought you’d need me. Turns out he was right. Tough luck with those Old Ones. Everyone thinks they’re immortal, but they’re really just brimming with stolen magic. There is a difference.”Suddenly, Maxim lunged forward. Hands snagged on his shoulders and shoved him backwards. He thudded into a tree, the trunk rough through the fabric of his T-shirt. The breath clogged in Sasha’s throat at the proximity. That scent, musky and rich and right. Tangled into a knot of lust and fate and the only way to free them both was to sever it at the source.It reminded Sasha of something else – Maxim complicated things. Complicated him. Why did he think this time would be any different?Not to mention, Maxim was stark ass naked. His body, tall and lean, had gained muscle over the years. With the bare flesh pushed against him, it reminded Sasha of all their time together. To say the least, it’d been awhile. Maxim breathed against Sasha’s mouth. His lips hovered there for a moment, that delectable tongue darted out and almost fucking tastedhim. But Maxim pulled it back, ran it over his own lips. His hands dug into Sasha’s shoulders, squeezed the bones. The heat of his body radiated into Sasha’s, dispelling the cool night air. They were so close they could kiss. Sasha’s brain sparked at the thought. He leaned forward, pressed his knee between Maxim’s corded thighs. Smirked. “Admit it. You missed me.”Maxim’s eyes flashed, and he growled. “You shouldn’t have come back. You're a traitor to this kingdom.”“Do you expect me to believe you told anyone what happened? We’re the only ones who know the truth, Max,” Sasha said, and his lips brushed Maxim’s cheek. “What’s a little regicide between lovers?”Maxim let out a huff of air. “Ex-lovers. You killed my brother while he was King!”Right. Sasha had done that. He shrugged. “And you killed your own uncle while he was King. Roland killed your mom. It’s a thing in your family. I was helping out.”Then Maxim smiled an empty, ugly smile, and Sasha’s blood chilled to ice in his veins. His Maxim never smiled like that, but his Maxim might not exist any longer. Funny how that worked out. “Is that what this is? More help I didn’t ask for?” Maxim snarled.Sasha squeezed his eyes shut, buried any remaining pride he had, and nodded. “Help you need. My magic is holding the barrier in place. Without it, you know what the humans will do. Defeat one army of hunters and another will take its place. You need another pair of Old Ones, and I can get them for you.”Maxim’s good eye narrowed, and he bared his fangs. “Oh? And how will you do that?”The alpha’s heart slammed, Sasha felt it pounding against his sternum. He took one last leap of faith, and hoped he didn’t land flat on his ass. “You know me, Max. I can do almost anything.” Anything but keep a mate. Maxim took a sharp, ragged breath. It warmed Sasha’s skin, and he closed his eyes. Drank it in. “You can. I remember.”Sasha smiled, even if his beard covered most of it. “What else do you remember?”Maxim moved closer, dark eyes burning. His musk made Sasha lightheaded. “Everything. I remember everything,” he growled and lifted his hands, mere centimeters from Sasha’s cheeks.The omega shoved him forward. Sasha’s lips caught Maxim’s mouth, forced them together into a kiss that was neither polite nor delicate. It raged and burned. Maxim’s tongue swept against Sasha’s with the force of a tidal wave, and a hand tangled in the back of Sasha’s hair, tugged it. Maxim’s body, hot, needy and naked, pressed flush into Sasha until that’s all Sasha felt. Maxim surrounded him. Enveloped him. After everything he’d done, he ended up back here in Maxim’s arms. Destiny, indeed.
December 8, 2014
Omega's Destiny Cover Reveal and MS Monday!
It's finally here! The cover for the next book in the Lost Wolves series, Omega's Destiny. I'm thinking a black bar for the series title wasn't the best idea now, but I can't change it. Or, I can, but I'm too lazy.
Behold! Oh, and Sasha has violet eyes because he's magic. And sort of crazy (in a sexy crazy way), but that's because of the magic. Mostly. . . .
And since everyone has waited so patiently, here's a little snippet from the book. So many feels! Enjoy! (Note: it's only lightly edited, which means it could change).
Maxim let out a great huff of disgust, which upset the undergrowth, and his wolf form molded back into a man. He stood naked under the trees. Goose bumps rose across his flesh in the cool night air, and the soft earth squished beneath his feet. Any other shifter would take a primal joy in this situation, but Maxim no longer knew if such a thing existed. Joy? Faugh!His kingdom was held together by a mysterious force he couldn’t comprehend. Sasha. Again. If he thought Yue might give him answers, he’d have prayed for them. As it were, he watched her light filter through the trees and heard the telltale crack of a branch under a foot. Maxim spun around and met the shining eyes of a man in shadow. A cloak of darkness as deep as that in his own castle dungeon hung there. The only light came from the pricks in the man’s eyes, glowing with a soft silvery light, and the glint of a knife. A knife!Damn!Maxim moved before the shadow could attack. He surged forward and came into contact with – nothing but air! As he reached the assailant, the shadow man dissipated, like wisps of smoke. Someone chuckled. It sounded more musical – alive – than it had any right to be. It reminded him of the apple, that sweet mouth (that always took and gave with equal fervor), and so many things he wished his treacherous brain would forget. “Sorry! I couldn’t help myself. You looked so pensive, and I wanted to liven up the moment. It’s been a long time.”He knew that voice. Knew it like he knew his own face. The words might’ve been a silver knife soaked in wolf’s bane, for they slashed as deeply and hurt as badly as any he’d ever known. Maxim turned. Violet eyes glinted in the darkness. The hint of fangs shone there in a Cheshire grin. “Naked again, Max. I thought it’d take more than this to get you to take your clothes off after everything that happened.”If this happened years before, Maxim’s shoulders would’ve slumped in defeat. Perhaps the barest spark of hope would’ve told him everything could go back to how it’d been before they both so thoroughly destroyed it.Destroyed each other. Fortunately, his mind had been cured of such idiocy. Pain and loss had a way of doing that to a wolf. Maxim ignored the dull throb in his chest – the sense of recognition he never thought he’d feel again. The urge to kiss that mouth and hold Sasha in his arms until they both turned to dust. It sputtered for a moment and faded just as quickly. The bubbling rage surged through his veins and overwhelmed it. He narrowed his eyes. “Sasha.”
Behold! Oh, and Sasha has violet eyes because he's magic. And sort of crazy (in a sexy crazy way), but that's because of the magic. Mostly. . . .
And since everyone has waited so patiently, here's a little snippet from the book. So many feels! Enjoy! (Note: it's only lightly edited, which means it could change).
Maxim let out a great huff of disgust, which upset the undergrowth, and his wolf form molded back into a man. He stood naked under the trees. Goose bumps rose across his flesh in the cool night air, and the soft earth squished beneath his feet. Any other shifter would take a primal joy in this situation, but Maxim no longer knew if such a thing existed. Joy? Faugh!His kingdom was held together by a mysterious force he couldn’t comprehend. Sasha. Again. If he thought Yue might give him answers, he’d have prayed for them. As it were, he watched her light filter through the trees and heard the telltale crack of a branch under a foot. Maxim spun around and met the shining eyes of a man in shadow. A cloak of darkness as deep as that in his own castle dungeon hung there. The only light came from the pricks in the man’s eyes, glowing with a soft silvery light, and the glint of a knife. A knife!Damn!Maxim moved before the shadow could attack. He surged forward and came into contact with – nothing but air! As he reached the assailant, the shadow man dissipated, like wisps of smoke. Someone chuckled. It sounded more musical – alive – than it had any right to be. It reminded him of the apple, that sweet mouth (that always took and gave with equal fervor), and so many things he wished his treacherous brain would forget. “Sorry! I couldn’t help myself. You looked so pensive, and I wanted to liven up the moment. It’s been a long time.”He knew that voice. Knew it like he knew his own face. The words might’ve been a silver knife soaked in wolf’s bane, for they slashed as deeply and hurt as badly as any he’d ever known. Maxim turned. Violet eyes glinted in the darkness. The hint of fangs shone there in a Cheshire grin. “Naked again, Max. I thought it’d take more than this to get you to take your clothes off after everything that happened.”If this happened years before, Maxim’s shoulders would’ve slumped in defeat. Perhaps the barest spark of hope would’ve told him everything could go back to how it’d been before they both so thoroughly destroyed it.Destroyed each other. Fortunately, his mind had been cured of such idiocy. Pain and loss had a way of doing that to a wolf. Maxim ignored the dull throb in his chest – the sense of recognition he never thought he’d feel again. The urge to kiss that mouth and hold Sasha in his arms until they both turned to dust. It sputtered for a moment and faded just as quickly. The bubbling rage surged through his veins and overwhelmed it. He narrowed his eyes. “Sasha.”
December 1, 2014
Holiday Book Sale and Two Super Cool Book Sets!
It's December! Which means it's time for my semi-annual book sale!
I can feel the excitement through my computer screen.
On Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance, and Kobo, all my books are up to 40% off! What does that mean? Well, the books that are normally $4.99 are now $2.99!
But wait! There's more! In honor of the lovely holiday season, I'm also offering two (yes TWO) special book bundles for one month only. They'll save you an extra dollar over buying each book individually.
Check them out:
Contains: Thief, Alpha's War, and Tiger's Den for $7.99
AmazonBarnes & NobleAll RomanceKobo
Contains: Crash, Burn, and Break for $7.99!
AmazonBarnes & NobleAll RomanceKobo
Enjoy!
Happy Holidays!!!
November 22, 2014
Blog Tours Ahoy!
Hello everyone!
Where the hell have I been? Writing Omega's Destiny -- then revising Omega's Destiny.
This books seems a lot more complex than the others, but I think my brain has been wrapped around it too long. A few final tweaks, and it's off to the betas and my editor.
I hope they like it, because it kicked my ass. Hard.
But that's okay. In a week or so I'll have the lovely cover reveal to share. Also, I'll post some scenes of Maxim and his mate, Sasha, probably not getting along. Then making out. Then arguing some more. It's a thing with them.
Oh, and I'm going on two different blog tours! One for Omega in the Shadows and one for Dragon & Flame. Wanna check them out? You can follow along on the blog schedule, if you are so inclined.
Dragon & Flame Blog Stops
Schedule Dragon and Flame by Zoe Perdita
November 17- December 15
November 17 Interview
Roxanne’s Realm
www.roxannerhoads.com
November 18 Interview
Sharing Links and Wisdom
http://sharinglinksandwisdom.blogspot...
November 20 Interview
Zipper Rippers
http://zipperrippers.blogspot.co.uk/
November 21 Interview
Pembroke Sinclair.
www.pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com
November 24 Interview
Kay Dee’s Place
www.kaydeeroyal.blogspot.com
November 25 Spotlight
Fang-tastic Books
www.fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com
November 26 Spotlight
Lisa’s World of Books
www.lisasworldofbooks.net
November 28 Interview
The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom
www.creativelygreeen.blogspot.com
December 1 Interview
All I Want and More Books
http://alliwantandmorebooks.wordpress...
December 2 Spotlight
Penny Writes
www.pennybrojacquie.blogspot.com
December 3 Interview
ARe Café
www.AReCafe.com
December 4 Spotlight
Anya Breton Author's Blog
http://blog.anyabreton.com
December 5 Interview
Eclipse Reviews
www.totaleclipsereviews.blogspot.com
December 8 Spotlight and review
Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess
http://wowfromthescarfprincess.blogsp...
December 9 Interview
Deal Sharing Aunt
www.dealsharingaunt.blogspot.com
December 10 Character Interview
Author Karen Swart
www.authorkarenswart.blogspot.com
December 11 Spotlight and review
Coffee Addicts Books
http://www.selenityjadebooks.blogspot...
December 12 Spotlight
Emma Weylin
http://emmaweylin.com/
December 15 Spotlight
Booklover Sue
http://bookloversue.blogspot.com
Omega in the Shadows Blog Stops:
November 11th: Starter Day Party @ I Heart ReadingNovember 11th: Book Excerpt @ Undercover Book ReviewsNovember 13th: Promo Post @ I’m an Eclectic ReaderNovember 15th: Character Interview @ Forever Book LoverNovember 17th: Book Excerpt @ Zipper RippersNovember 19th: Book Review @ Cassidy Crimson’s BlogNovember 21st: Book Excerpt @ Forever Book LoverNovember 23rd: Character Interview @ The Book DailyNovember 26th: Book Excerpt @ Book SkaterNovember 28th: Book Review @ Bookaholic RamblingsNovember 30th: Book Excerpt @ The Reading GuruDecember 2nd: Book Review and Excerpt @ My Tangled Skeins Book ReviewsDecember 4th: Character Interview @ Bedazzled ReadingDecember 6th: Book Review @ Mazzy’s Book ReviewsDecember 7th: Book Review @ Paranormal Romance & Authors That RockDecember 10th: Book Review @ Books are Love
Where the hell have I been? Writing Omega's Destiny -- then revising Omega's Destiny.
This books seems a lot more complex than the others, but I think my brain has been wrapped around it too long. A few final tweaks, and it's off to the betas and my editor.
I hope they like it, because it kicked my ass. Hard.
But that's okay. In a week or so I'll have the lovely cover reveal to share. Also, I'll post some scenes of Maxim and his mate, Sasha, probably not getting along. Then making out. Then arguing some more. It's a thing with them.
Oh, and I'm going on two different blog tours! One for Omega in the Shadows and one for Dragon & Flame. Wanna check them out? You can follow along on the blog schedule, if you are so inclined.
Dragon & Flame Blog Stops
Schedule Dragon and Flame by Zoe Perdita
November 17- December 15
November 17 Interview
Roxanne’s Realm
www.roxannerhoads.com
November 18 Interview
Sharing Links and Wisdom
http://sharinglinksandwisdom.blogspot...
November 20 Interview
Zipper Rippers
http://zipperrippers.blogspot.co.uk/
November 21 Interview
Pembroke Sinclair.
www.pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com
November 24 Interview
Kay Dee’s Place
www.kaydeeroyal.blogspot.com
November 25 Spotlight
Fang-tastic Books
www.fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com
November 26 Spotlight
Lisa’s World of Books
www.lisasworldofbooks.net
November 28 Interview
The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom
www.creativelygreeen.blogspot.com
December 1 Interview
All I Want and More Books
http://alliwantandmorebooks.wordpress...
December 2 Spotlight
Penny Writes
www.pennybrojacquie.blogspot.com
December 3 Interview
ARe Café
www.AReCafe.com
December 4 Spotlight
Anya Breton Author's Blog
http://blog.anyabreton.com
December 5 Interview
Eclipse Reviews
www.totaleclipsereviews.blogspot.com
December 8 Spotlight and review
Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess
http://wowfromthescarfprincess.blogsp...
December 9 Interview
Deal Sharing Aunt
www.dealsharingaunt.blogspot.com
December 10 Character Interview
Author Karen Swart
www.authorkarenswart.blogspot.com
December 11 Spotlight and review
Coffee Addicts Books
http://www.selenityjadebooks.blogspot...
December 12 Spotlight
Emma Weylin
http://emmaweylin.com/
December 15 Spotlight
Booklover Sue
http://bookloversue.blogspot.com
Omega in the Shadows Blog Stops:
November 11th: Starter Day Party @ I Heart ReadingNovember 11th: Book Excerpt @ Undercover Book ReviewsNovember 13th: Promo Post @ I’m an Eclectic ReaderNovember 15th: Character Interview @ Forever Book LoverNovember 17th: Book Excerpt @ Zipper RippersNovember 19th: Book Review @ Cassidy Crimson’s BlogNovember 21st: Book Excerpt @ Forever Book LoverNovember 23rd: Character Interview @ The Book DailyNovember 26th: Book Excerpt @ Book SkaterNovember 28th: Book Review @ Bookaholic RamblingsNovember 30th: Book Excerpt @ The Reading GuruDecember 2nd: Book Review and Excerpt @ My Tangled Skeins Book ReviewsDecember 4th: Character Interview @ Bedazzled ReadingDecember 6th: Book Review @ Mazzy’s Book ReviewsDecember 7th: Book Review @ Paranormal Romance & Authors That RockDecember 10th: Book Review @ Books are Love
October 15, 2014
Win a free autographed book! Dragon & Flame (Haven City Series # 6) Goodreads givaway!
Hey, it's that time again. Want a free book? Want to see if I write like a five-year-old? If the answer is yes, you're in luck! Because I'm giving away a signed print copy of Dragon & Flame!
Enter on Goodreads to win. It's open to all countries, and you need to have a Goodreads account or a Facebook account to enter. Check it out. ^_^
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