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A Wolf’s Duty Sale/ The Alpha’s witch


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.”

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Aside

So I realise that I’ve basically fallen off the grid for the last few months since A Wolf’s Obsession was complete and for that I apologise. I have no real excuse except to say that I’ve been battling writer’s block but am making head way into my next book! I’m really excited about the premise and once I’ve gotten past the first 5 chapters I’m hoping to be able to tell you something concrete but as I well know things change quite frequently in the early stages of writing. For instance I’ve written three chapters already and have ideas for the next few but today I decided I didn’t like the name of one of the main characters and had to change it. That’s the sort of thing that confuses people later on so best that I get past the first unsettled chapters and once I’m into more concrete territory then I can give you an update. Thanks for being so patient with me even though I’ve been rather rubbish of late. X

Looking to the future…

 
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Posted by on 30/12/2013 in Writing

 

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A Wolf’s Obsession


A Wolf's Obsession

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Posted by on 09/08/2013 in Writing

 

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I’ve moved!!


It’s finally happened. I’ve finally moved into my house!! It’s only taken forever but I’m in and I’m loving my new place.

And so I’m celebrating I’ve decided to make one of my books free for a day. Let me know which book you want and then tomorrow (Wednesday at the latest) I’ll make it happen! You can pick any book from the Love bites series or from the Elemental Passions quartet!

 

 

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A Wolf’s Obsession – Chapter One (Part 2)


So I am a woman of my word and as promised here is the second instalment of A Wolf’s Obsession. More is in the works thanks to all your lovely comments! Keep them coming and we’ll be finished in no time….I hope. Well I’m really hopeful now because I finally finished my teaching course which means I am a free woman for the next few weeks so hopefully that’ll mean lots of writing time!!! Wish me luck! 😉

 

Instalment Two

It was that time of the month again. Even though it had happened without fail for the last two years Wyatt still felt anxiety cramp his stomach whenever the first day of a new month rolled around. His sister; his amazing, kind and annoying twin would be expecting to hear from him. Sighing, he dug his hands deeper into his pockets. He loved Dylan and would do anything for her, including risking his sanity. Running a hand over his face, he was only mildly concerned that he’d grown a beard. It was hard to remember if he’d had one last month or if this was a recent development but he quickly dismissed it as unimportant. It didn’t matter what the diners thought of him. All he needed was their voices.

It wasn’t rare for him to speak to his sister during the month but on the first she wanted to know he was around other people. She told him their monthly chats kept him human. If only she knew that he only took on this form for her. If she knew that he spent every other day as a wolf living in the forest she would surely make good on her threat to have someone bring him home.

She didn’t understand. No one did. How could he explain the gut wrenching loss he felt for the mate he’d never had a chance to have? Emily, his beautiful Emily. The girl with the stars in her eyes who had captured his heart completely in an instant. She’d smelt of sugar and sweetness and had the soul of a lioness. He’d never had a chance to taste her or have her fiery passions directed at him. He didn’t have to deal with the loss of his mate as a wolf and he could succumb to the mind numbing rage without worry. What did it matter that now he was more animal than man? Without his mate nothing mattered but Dylan would never accept that and neither would Erica. Erica had been like a mother to him and Dylan after their father took his own life to avoid living without the mate that hunters had taken from him. When he’d been young and naïve he couldn’t understand why his children hadn’t been enough for his father to continue living but now he was old enough to know better. Life without a mate wasn’t a life at all and as soon as he convinced his meddlesome sisters of that fact he was going to end it all.

Growling, he thrust his hand into his pocket and pulled out a half eaten bag of candy floss. His growl deepened when he saw how little was left and he only just resisted the urge to surrender to the rage he was feeling. Shaking his head to discard the unwanted emotion he popped a sugary morsel into his mouth. The taste instantly distracted him. Breathing in the sugary smell, he kicked the diner’s door open and walked inside.

Just sit down. Call Dylan and get out of here.

His plan of action a solid thought in his mind, he popped another sugary morsel into his mouth and quickly devoured the whole bag as he approached the counter. He kept his head down, well aware that his amber eyes would scare the human behind the counter. He hadn’t looked at himself in a mirror for a long time but the last time he’d seen either of his sisters they’d told him that his once brown eyes had been consumed by the wild amber of his wolf. Nothing he’d done had managed to change his eyes back to their natural colour and that was when Dylan had insisted that he call her at least once a month from a place where humans were. It was annoying but the alternative was to have someone take him home. If there weren’t so many happily mated couples back at the estate he would certainly have gone home himself but it was torture to watch others have something you could never have.

The diner was deserted, he should have left but there was something about the red haired waitress that drew him closer. Her face was pale, her hands trembling and fear dripped from her skin clouding whatever her natural fragrance might have been. Then he smelt it. Gunpowder, metal and aggression. A low growl slipped past his lips as he strode closer.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed.”

Her voice was trembling in fear and Wyatt knew his suspicion had been correct. Something wasn’t right.

“We’re closed.” She said again. “You have to leave. If you don’t leave I’ll call the police. I’ll tell them you were harassing me. You’ll be arrested.”

There were two of them; he could smell them now, hiding behind the counter like cowards with their guns pressing hard into the waitress’ soft skin. He scowled, angry at the turn his thoughts had taken. He shouldn’t be thinking about what another woman’s skin felt like. It was an offence to Emily’s memory. He glanced at his sticky fingers realising the cause of his strange thoughts. The lingering smell of cotton candy was clouding his mind.

“No. I won’t.” He licked his fingers clean removing all possible distractions from his mind.

“Please. Just go.”

The sadness in her voice touched something in him, an instinct he’d thought had died long ago. Protectiveness. He glanced at the door knowing he wasn’t going to leave the waitress at the whims of the two men holding her at gunpoint. The blood dripping from her head and the quickly forming bruise on her pale skin told him exactly what he needed to do. His hands reached for her before he realised what he was doing and he pulled her over the counter and placed her tenderly on the ground.

“Run,” he growled. His wolf was stirring, rising to defend her but she didn’t need to see what was about to happen. Innocents never understood the reason for bloodshed and this was going to be messy.

Thankfully the waitress wasted no time in following his instructions and darted quickly out of the diner.

“Put your hands above your head!” The furious command came attached with the silent warning of a gun pointed at his chest and Wyatt’s wolf saw red.

Kill them! They touched what’s ours! They threatened her, made her bleed…kill them.

Wyatt felt it struggling to get free, slamming into the mental walls that constrained it and was stunned by how strongly it wanted to get out. The wolf wanted blood and clearly would do anything to get it.

“Fuck you.” Smiling Wyatt watched as the gunman’s face turned purple in anger. Keeping his eyes trained on the ground he watched through thick, dark eyelashes as the big man narrowed his eyes in anger, his grip on the gun tightening until his knuckles turned white.

“You don’t seem to understand the situation here,” the partner added, pointing a second gun at Wyatt. “We could kill you.”

Wyatt smiled at the threat. It was always much more amusing when predators didn’t realise they were prey. “But I do, so fuck you.” He lifted his head and ran a hand through his hair so that the wildness in his amber eyes could be seen. “If you want to shoot me,” he growled. “Go ahead. See what happens.”

The air instantly filled with the pungent scent of fear and Wyatt took a deep breath, bringing the smell into his lungs. If these men wanted to terrorise others with guns then they needed to feel the sensation themselves every once in a while. He cracked his neck and let claws slowly grow form his nails as he prepared for his assault. The first gunshot was a surprise but Wyatt didn’t let the surprise show on his face even as blood poured from his chest. He smiled and let the gunshots continue. On and on they came but his smile never faltered. The scent of fear grew stronger as their bullets continued to fly without their target falling to the ground. Faces pale and their hearts beating wildly, the gunmen kept trying to fire even when their guns had run out of bullets.

Smiling, Wyatt looked down at his blood soaked body and watched with disinterest as his wounds healed. “Are you done? Good.” His hands shot out and grabbed each man around the throat. He snarled in their faces, relishing the heady scent of fear that wafted off each of them. “Then it’s my turn.”

He squeezed hard, his claws digging into fragile skin as they struggled to get free. Blood dripped from their throats, stirring his wolf into a frenzy as it fought to free itself of Wyatt’s control and lash out.

Kill them! His wolf goaded, snarling even as their faces paled because of the lack of air flowing to their lungs. Kill them now.

Their eyes rolled back into their skulls and Wyatt let them fall to the ground. No. He told his wolf. I’m not going to kill them.

They had no right to touch her, to threaten her. Kill them now. We have to make sure they never try to hurt her again.

Dead bodies are more trouble than they’re worth, he countered. Dropping their dead weight to the ground, Wyatt watched intently for the slight movement of their chests that told him they were still alive. Pleased with his control, he strode away from them ignoring the calls of his wolf. He might be half feral but he still had enough of his humanity left to know that dead bodies attracted attention and warranted people searching for the killer.

Satisfied that his work was done, Wyatt turned to leave but fell to his knees, clutching his head in agony.

What do you think you’re doing? his wolf snarled loudly. You want to let the men who hurt our mate live? Are you insane? Kill them right now or let me out and I’ll do it.

I’m not the crazy one here. You are. Our mate is dead.

I never saw a body. She’s alive. She was just here!

Emily was human. She had a human life and died a human death.

No, the wolf roared. She disappeared. That doesn’t mean she died. It means you didn’t look hard enough for her. When she went missing you should have done more to look for her. Just be grateful that we’ve found her now.

I was just a kid. There was nothing I could do.

Well you’re not a kid anymore. Now what’s your excuse? They hurt her, kill them.

His eyes flashed white, all colour draining from the bright pupils as Wyatt fought to stay in control. Long moments passed before he was able to get to his feet and even then it was a struggle.

“Our mate is dead,” he spat.

Every step away from the gunmen was a struggle and by the time Wyatt reached the door he was covered in sweat. He pushed the door open, fully expecting to continue his long internal battle into the night. There was no way he could take his other form when his wolf was so intent on murder. Stepping outside he dragged in a long breath of air, bracing himself for a night of internal warfare. His heart stopped as the scent of candy floss settled into his lungs. His mind instantly tried to write it off as the remnants of his sweet treat but it was too strong, too strong to be anything but the scent of a person and there was only one person in the whole world who smelled like sugar and light. His mate.

“Emily,” he gasped. His eyes scanned the area, his nose tracking down the source of the delicious scent. “Impossible,” he told himself even as he tottered on unsteady feet towards the source of the scent. The closer he got to the lone car in the diner’s car park, the thicker her scent became until he could take no more and he ran the distance separating them.

“Emily!”

The muscles in his arm tensed as he prepared to rip the door off its hinges to reach her but there was no need. Wyatt found himself growing at her complete disregard of personal safety. He’d only just found her again, he wouldn’t lose her just because she didn’t realise how dangerous the world around her was.

“I’ll take her home to the clans. I can protect her there.” He muttered the words to himself as he fell to his knees beside the car. Hands shaking, he reached for her carefully. His claws refused to retract, his body ready to protect her from any threats. Taking care not to break her fragile skin with his deadly claws he eased her unconscious body out of the car and into his arms.

“Emily.” He crushed her against his body, marvelling at how perfectly she fit against him.

His fingers trembled as he eased her thick hair away from her face. It had been so long since he’d seen her beautiful face but he’d never forget it. He pulled her hair back and froze. While the face tucked against his chest was beautiful it wasn’t Emily. The moon came out from behind a cloud, the bright rays revealing the waitress’ red hair in all its luscious glory.

Ours, his wolf sight in pleasured contentment.

This is not our mate. A quick glance at her nametag confirmed it. Her name is Kassandra not Emily. She isn’t our mate. His heart broke all over again as he said the words.

You can smell her as well as I can. This is our mate.

Listening to the wolf try and plead his case, Wyatt sighed. “They were right. I am insane.” He glanced down at Kassandra feeling a curious sensation in his chest the longer he looked at her.

Snarling, he pushed the strange emotion to the back of his mind. “My mate’s name is Emily. There’s only one explanation for her smelling like my mate. She knows where I can find her. Kassandra must have seen her recently. She can lead me to her.”

There isn’t another one, his wolf snapped. This is our mate. If you hurt her…

As long as she tells me where I can find Emily I won’t lay a finger on her. If she doesn’t tell me what I need to know then God help her…because I certainly won’t.

Ignoring the wolf’s vocal protests Wyatt bundled Kassandra into the car and drove off. It had been more than fifty years since he’d found a clue about his mate; he wasn’t about to let it slip through his fingers now. He was crazy, he’d accepted that fact long before today but if it meant seeing his mate again he’d happily give up any chance he might have to regain his sanity. For her own well being Wyatt hoped that Kassandra just told him what he wanted to know, otherwise things would go from bad to worse for the pretty waitress. It was never a good idea to come between a wolf and it’s prey and Wyatt would happily give her a hands on demonstration as to why.

 

 

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Blogging 365 – Quotes 16th January


So this is the second day of my attempt to blog for 365! So that means you’re in need of a quote.

So today’s quote is a writing one! I hope you’re ready for it.

"Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for 
the public and have no self."

I think this is pretty inspirational if you ask me. If you ever get bad feedback then take this quote to heart. As long as you’re happy with your writing then it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Their opinions are no where near as important as yours!

 

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Three reasons to go Indie!


Well we’re coming to the end of the year and so I thought it would be a good time to sit down and pen this post. Plus I’m on a coach with very limited space to do my editing 😉 Whatever the reason, I’ve decided that this is something I need to share and so here we go.

I was looking on amazon today and saw that A Wolf’s Duty was published for kindle around this same time last year and I just couldn’t believe it. It’s still hard for me to believe that I did it. I keep waking up expecting to find its all been a really amazing dream but the bubble has yet to pop and so I step once more into the breach. This year has been nothing short of amazing and men of it would have been possible if I hadn’t taken that leap of faith and gone indie. So if you have a book and have been sitting on it for a while read my list of reasons and see if you’re ready to take that leap when the new year comes.

      You will be a published author!
      I think this is the most important reason of all. If you’ve written a book you will know how much of a labour of love it can be. Weeks and months of writing and editing! I realised the other day that it takes me an average of 9 months to write a book. I could have a child in that time! Scary isn’t it? Sadly, if your book isn’t published then you can’t show it off like you could your child. You can’t go forth into the world and say:

Look, I made that. Isn’t it awesome?

By going Indie you can show off your talent to the world!

      It isn’t as hard as you might think.
        People think that going Indie is a more difficult process than it actually is. Years ago sit might have been but now with the surge in ebooks it really isn’t very difficult to get your book out there. Sure, there are some routes that are far easier than others but I’m saving that rant for a special occasion. The point is that if you want to do this you

CAN!

And the third and final reason?

      You won’t be in this alone.
    If this year has taught me anything it’s how supportive and helpful indie authors are. People really do help each other out. If you have a question you can ask it and you’ll never be made to feel silly for asking it and I can almost guarantee that you’ll get an answer. The support is there for you until you’re ready to do things by yourself and then you’ll be the ones answering questions and helping other people just like you to do this thing that we’ve wanted for years.

Now I know three reasons doesn’t sound like many and it isn’t. There are dozens of others but I wanted to keep it simple so here’s the three point plan as to why you should go indie.
1. You can do this.

2. You will have support every step of the way. You’re not in it alone.

3. It may be hard but you’ll be a published author. Completely worth it!

 

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