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Since this a Labor of Love blog hop, I decided to feature my book that was truly a labor of love. Once during a vicious blizzard in the mid-90's, I got bundled up and took my dad's dog outside for a walk. When faced with a wide landscape of snow piled higher than he was tall, Champ chose the path of least resistance and peed on my leg. I was, let's say, heated. A decade later, the lazy mutt :) passed away and while dealing with more grief than I had anticipated I wrote a short story about a tabloid reporter getting peed on by the werewolf she was tracking. But I couldn't write THE END. The characters wouldn't let me go and that short story grew into my first full-length book:
Investigative journalist Maggie O’Connell went from hard hitting exposés to alien abductions in the blink of an eye, but she did it with style. Her next big lead takes her to northern Minnesota hot on the trail of a werewolf and straight into the arms of Aidan Gael, a horse rancher with many more secrets than he has friends. Maggie may get her story but the man who shares the wolf’s compelling green eyes may end up with her heart – provided they can keep each other alive.
Sensuality level: Behind Closed Doors
Enjoy this excerpt from FATED SOULS:
She watched as the wolf sauntered closer. She followed him with her eyes as he passed by. He really was insanely large. She guessed him at nearly four feet tall and probably near six feet in length. His pelt was beautiful, thick and gray with the occasional fleck of black and silver. The urge to reach out and run her fingers through his pelt was intense, but Maggie thought it would be rude, so she simply watched in awe as he settled down about a yard in front of her. Laying his massive head on his paws he cocked his head to the side and watched her.
”Would you have known I’d been to your little clearing if I hadn’t left the chew toy? Wolves have very sharp hearing and sense of scent; you would’ve been able to smell that I’d been there, right? You’ve been watching over me, haven’t you? That’s really sweet but very human behavior.” The wolf snorted. “Did you think that was funny, offensive, or did you simply get some pollen up your nose?
“This is bizarre; I’m interviewing a freaking wolf, like you can answer my questions. What are you going to do, stomp your foot four times?” This time she saw the humor in the eyes and heard the chuckle. “So you were laughing at me the other night.
“I’m assuming of course that you can understand everything I’m saying to you. Maybe I’ve finally lost what little sense God gave me. Or, I could be sleeping. That is very possible. I tend to have very vivid dreams. Of course, if I were dreaming, you’d probably be answering me with a vague Australian accent not unlike Hugh Jackman’s.
“Well, dream or not, I guess I should introduce myself. The name is Maggie, and if it’s not too much trouble could I feel your fur? I mean, not like pet you. You’re far too beautiful and free to be treated like a pet; you were very National Geographic the other night. But your pelt just looks so soft…” Maggie trailed off, rather embarrassed by her rambling to a creature that wasn’t likely to understand a word she was saying. She started puttering around her small camp and was looking down at her hands trying to figure out why she felt embarrassed when his muzzle bumped her under her elbow.
Despite his size he had moved silently across the forest floor; she’d not even realized he’d stood let alone crossed the few feet between them. But here he was, those startling green eyes only inches away, inviting her to touch him. Maggie ran her hand along his side and felt the muscles corded underneath the silky fur. “Wow,” she said as she threaded her fingers through the strands. She’d repeated the motion several times when she heard a low rumble in the wolf’s throat. The closest comparison Maggie could make was a cat purr. “You like that?” In answer, the wolf licked her cheek with his dry, raspy tongue. Maggie laughed. “Who said I kiss on the first date?
♥I have so many scenes in this book that I just love, including the pissing episode that started it all and a game of twenty questions that tickles my fancy, but this is the first time Maggie gets to actively interact with the wolf. And it always makes me feel good. If you enjoyed the excerpt above, you can get Fated Souls for $1.99 on Amazon before the next book in the series - Fated Hearts - is released later this month!
Post a favorite anecdote about a family pet in the comments below and on September 7th one lucky commenter will win an e-copy of Goddess of the Hunt, the first in my erotic spy series, Covert Passions.
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