Were-Devils of Tasmania - series continues!
Today I have been so busy with work (the paying variety - wall to wall meetings), so nice to come home to find Were-Devils' Revenge is available for pre-order (Yeah! The Ghosts' Return Accepted (3rd in the WereDevils of Tasmania series) and Were-Devils' Revenge (the second) out for preorder! http://www.bookstrand.com/were-devils-revenge AND the next in the series The Ghosts' Return has been accepted and due out early Feb- another cover to look forward to as well!
Were-Devils of Tasmania 2
Were-Devils’ Revenge
A curse from a doomed love torn apart by war and bigotry looks set to rebound, as Mac and Mitch Mortimer, two were-devils, are intent on exacting revenge for their dying sister against an ancient order of ghost vampires who infected her.On ghost territory in tropical Queensland, they come up against more than they bargain for—close encounters with the ghosts, a gathering of the ghost clan, and a matriarch with attitude, to say nothing of the feisty Gabriella Vitali, who they have both fallen for before they realize she’s one of the enemy. Gabriella in turn finds herself torn between loyalty to her family and her love for two men from the enemy clan who are threatening to kill those she loves. As prophesized, they are each faced with a choice that will either help end the curse or ensure it reverberates through generations to come. Will revenge or love triumph?
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 30,736 words
Story Excerpt
Mac smelt him before he saw him. All his senses were on alert and Mac felt his brother tense beside him. The blond Destroyer also had his arms around Gabriella, which didn’t help. It took all of Mac’s control not to transform and rip the man’s neck out.
“He’s a ghost?” Mitch whispered.
“Yes. And he knows what we are, too.”
“Shit.”
The brothers moved slowly toward the other end of the bar, watching Gabriella and the Destroyer.
“He can’t be Zachary,” said Mitch. “Not big enough.”
Mac had already come to this conclusion. It was hardly surprising that there were more. What they had decided to do in Cairns on Friday was get a sense of the size of the problem. Now it looked as though they might have an earlier opportunity.
“We can’t do anything here,” said Mitch.
“No,” Mac agreed. “Gabriella’s safety comes first.” He saw his brother’s expression. Until now he’d tried to hide the extent of his attraction.
“Shit,” said Mitch. “A Destroyer with the girl we both want. Fuck.”
The curse. Mac gripped the side of the bar. Both brothers had death on their minds at the moment. Was this the instinct that the prophecy said they had to overcome?
Mac didn’t reply because at that moment Gabriella was heading toward them. The blond man was leaning against the bar, eyes fixed in their direction.
“So are you boys planning on being social?”
Mac took a mouthful of beer and smiled tightly. “We didn’t want to interrupt.”
“You mean Wilson? He’s an old friend and comes along for the dancing.”
Mac barely heard her. Mitch replied. “Known him long?”
“Pretty much all my life,” said Gabriella. “He’s a local Cairns boy. I went to school with him.”
The brothers relaxed a little.
“Everyone knows everyone up here,” she added, frowning a little.
Mac tried smiling. “Big families?”
“Huge,” said Gabriella, laughing. “And not just the Italian Catholic ones. I have cousins and second cousins everywhere.”
“I guess no one wants to leave paradise,” said Mitch, whose smile looked completely natural. “Dance?”
The band was still setting up.
“I promised the first to Wilson,” said Gabriella awkwardly. “We usually do it as a bit of a show piece.”
“Then the second?”
“Absolutely! See you then.” Gabriella headed off to talk to one of the junior employees who had just dropped a box of cutlery.
The brothers looked at each other. It was going to be a long night but they’d have to wait until Wilson left before dealing with him.
Were-Devils of Tasmania 2
Were-Devils’ Revenge
A curse from a doomed love torn apart by war and bigotry looks set to rebound, as Mac and Mitch Mortimer, two were-devils, are intent on exacting revenge for their dying sister against an ancient order of ghost vampires who infected her.On ghost territory in tropical Queensland, they come up against more than they bargain for—close encounters with the ghosts, a gathering of the ghost clan, and a matriarch with attitude, to say nothing of the feisty Gabriella Vitali, who they have both fallen for before they realize she’s one of the enemy. Gabriella in turn finds herself torn between loyalty to her family and her love for two men from the enemy clan who are threatening to kill those she loves. As prophesized, they are each faced with a choice that will either help end the curse or ensure it reverberates through generations to come. Will revenge or love triumph?
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 30,736 words
Story Excerpt
Mac smelt him before he saw him. All his senses were on alert and Mac felt his brother tense beside him. The blond Destroyer also had his arms around Gabriella, which didn’t help. It took all of Mac’s control not to transform and rip the man’s neck out.
“He’s a ghost?” Mitch whispered.
“Yes. And he knows what we are, too.”
“Shit.”
The brothers moved slowly toward the other end of the bar, watching Gabriella and the Destroyer.
“He can’t be Zachary,” said Mitch. “Not big enough.”
Mac had already come to this conclusion. It was hardly surprising that there were more. What they had decided to do in Cairns on Friday was get a sense of the size of the problem. Now it looked as though they might have an earlier opportunity.
“We can’t do anything here,” said Mitch.
“No,” Mac agreed. “Gabriella’s safety comes first.” He saw his brother’s expression. Until now he’d tried to hide the extent of his attraction.
“Shit,” said Mitch. “A Destroyer with the girl we both want. Fuck.”
The curse. Mac gripped the side of the bar. Both brothers had death on their minds at the moment. Was this the instinct that the prophecy said they had to overcome?
Mac didn’t reply because at that moment Gabriella was heading toward them. The blond man was leaning against the bar, eyes fixed in their direction.
“So are you boys planning on being social?”
Mac took a mouthful of beer and smiled tightly. “We didn’t want to interrupt.”
“You mean Wilson? He’s an old friend and comes along for the dancing.”
Mac barely heard her. Mitch replied. “Known him long?”
“Pretty much all my life,” said Gabriella. “He’s a local Cairns boy. I went to school with him.”
The brothers relaxed a little.
“Everyone knows everyone up here,” she added, frowning a little.
Mac tried smiling. “Big families?”
“Huge,” said Gabriella, laughing. “And not just the Italian Catholic ones. I have cousins and second cousins everywhere.”
“I guess no one wants to leave paradise,” said Mitch, whose smile looked completely natural. “Dance?”
The band was still setting up.
“I promised the first to Wilson,” said Gabriella awkwardly. “We usually do it as a bit of a show piece.”
“Then the second?”
“Absolutely! See you then.” Gabriella headed off to talk to one of the junior employees who had just dropped a box of cutlery.
The brothers looked at each other. It was going to be a long night but they’d have to wait until Wilson left before dealing with him.
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