I’ve been furiously hitting the keys this week for my new book and it got me thinking back to the days when I was writing A Wolf’s Duty. I loved writing that book so much and have been inspired by it for this latest work and so while I’d love to present the finished copy of my new book I’m no where near that point. I have plot bunnies hopping around furiously in my head so I’m hoping I can make some serious progress this week. In the mean time I have decided to know A Wolf’s Duty down from $3.99/£1.99 to $0.99 so that lots more people can enjoy the book!
In the mean time here’s another excerpt from my new book provisionally titled “The Alpha’s Witch”
Skye bounced back, quickly falling into step with her again. “I know you think you don’t have a choice but there has to be something else. If this goes wrong…” Skye’s eyes widened in fear. “If he isn’t there…”
She didn’t finish and Madison didn’t need her to. They both knew exactly what was at stake. If Madison’s plan didn’t go off without a hitch there was a very real chance she could die. The bar was close enough now that she could hear the shouts, the raucous laughter…and the howls. Most people would think nothing of the howling, they’d blame it on dogs but Madison wasn’t most people. Both she and Skye were witches and they knew all too well that it was wolves howling…lycans.
Fear made her heart race and she clenched her sweaty palms into fists to stop them shaking. Lycans could smell fear and the scent of it made them aggressive and prone to violence. They could also smell witch and the scent of her kind made them see red. She didn’t want to know what the smell of a terrified witch would make them do. Skye had dozens of reasons to try and stop her going in to the bar but Madison’s one reason to walk head first into danger overcame her own fear. She had to go in no matter the danger she was putting herself in. A life more important than her own was at stake.
“What if he’s not in there?” Skye’s barrage continued.
“He will be. You helped me do the spell remember? He’s in there. Trust me.” Madison’s voice was calm despite her inner terror.
The seeming composure had Skye throwing her hands upwards in annoyance. “Trust me? Trusting you is what’s got me into this state. You told me to trust you when you came to me asking me to help you find this guy and look where it’s gotten us. The guy you’re looking for is most likely a lycan which means he’s going to try and kill you.”
The bar was almost in touching distance and Madison’s heart was pounding against her chest trying to escape but she forced her expression to stay serene. “He’s not going to hurt me. I’m his mate.”
Skye scoffed in derision. “His mate. Who ever heard of a witch being mated to a lycan? It’s ridiculous! It’s crazy.”
“Well then it’s right up my street. I’m an expert in insanity and madness.”
“I’m being serious.” Her shoulders slumped in defeat. Her voice was barely louder than a whisper and the words were pained. “You don’t even know what he looks like.”
“Yes, but he’ll know what I smell like. He’s going to find me. Look Skye, I know you’re scared. I am too but we’ve talked about this. There’s no other way. I have to do this. Even if he’s not there the wolves aren’t going to kill me straight away. They usually give you a chance to fuck up then they go in for the kill shot. I’ll be able to get back out. I’m not going in to die. I have things to live for.”