Heart of a Wolf by K.D. Friedrich

Heart of a Wolf

A Wicked Series
Book 2
K.D. Friedrich



Genre: Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: 3/12/18
Number of pages: 333
Word Count: 92400
Tagline: He’s bringing his mate home and he’s not taking no for an answer.
Book Description:
It’s a whole new world for the supernatural community. Their existence has been thrust into the spotlight and not everyone is thrilled.
Winter Leery has been away from home for ten years. Betrayed by her mate, she sought a new life on the east end of Long Island, New York far away from the pain and embarrassment of his rejection. A witch born with the gift to sooth a shifter’s beast, she was recruited, trained, and inducted into the elite guard, sworn to protect the supernatural community and humans alike. A dangerous job she’s kept hidden from her overprotective family for the last decade.
But, thanks to a crazed witch and his cruel vampire partner, her secret is out, her estranged mate is back, and her once under-active libido is suddenly raging like an inferno.
Tristan, alpha to his pack, has had his work cut out for him these last few years. With hate groups rising up all over the east coast, mating heat riding him hard, and his father hounding him to claim his mate, he’s holding on by a thin thread. Unfortunately, his true mate left him ten years ago and he doubts she’ll be back. He screwed up where Winter is concerned. For years, he’s ignored his mating heat, refusing to force her return, but now, she’s disappeared. With his protective instincts raging, he rushes to Long Island’s east end to begin the hunt for the one woman he has never forgotten.
This time, he’s bringing his mate home and he’s not taking no for an answer.




Excerpt Heart of a Wolf
“This was not what I meant, when I
said I like it rough,” Winter Leery muttered to herself.
Nope, in her sexy fantasies, the
bindings that tied her wrists were silk, not rope, and the room smelled of
roses, not dust and sweat.
Once again, she tugged at the restraints
tying her to the headboard of the minuscule rusty cot. For a group of no-good
thugs, they sure knew how to tie a knot. They certainly didn’t learn the skill
in the Boy Scouts. She doubted morals and merit ran high on her captors’ list
of qualities. Based on the way they dodged her defensive moves, she pegged them
as military or mercenaries.
Winter’s groan echoed against the
neutral-colored stone walls. Being stuck in the same position for so long gave
her an excruciating cramp in her thigh. In an attempt to ease the ache, she
shifted. The change in position offered her momentary relief before the spasm
returned.
“I need to get the hell out of
here.” She gritted her teeth.
Winter wrinkled her nose at the
incessant mildew stench clogging her senses. She glanced around at her prison.
No windows lined the damp cinder block room. Her only light came from a
dangling bulb hovering above her. Rows of rotted wooden shelves clung to the
wall on one side. On the other, she found a pile of cardboard boxes. No words
or logos decorated the cartons to give her any hint of her location or who
might have taken her.
Not one to surrender, she tried to
summon her magic and like the dozens of times since they shoved her in this
cellar, she found her powers bound by an unseen barricade. Add on top of that,
her inability to reach the natural elements and she was as helpless as a human.
Winter shivered. If she had to guess,
she’d peg the temperatures in her jail around twenty degrees. Outside, she
heard the wind whistling through the trees. Maintaining her body heat had
become difficult.
Witches, like most supernatural
beings, had the ability to maintain their body temperature regardless of the
weather. Even under extreme conditions. But she was tired and drained. Staying
warm had snuffed out the little bit of strength she possessed. If she remained
in this freezing cellar much longer, she’d die from exposure. Not exactly a
fitting way to go for an elite guard.


Tears threatened to spill over her
lashes. “Suck it up, soldier,” she mumbled to herself.
“Think.” 


About the Author:
K. D. Friedrich is a writer of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. A lifelong New Yorker, an overprotective mother (her daughter’s words), and an obsessed reader of everything romance. Most days, you can find her hard at work, creating intricate worlds and compelling characters, hot alpha heroes being her favorite. Her novel, Soul Tie Seduction, placed second in the 2013 Golden Palm contest for Paranormal Romance and was a finalist in the 2016 Golden Quill for Paranormal Romance.

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Unbreakable Bond
Fated Mates Duet
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Jess Bryant


 

 

Genre: PNR – Shifter Romance
Date of Publication: 5/15/2018
Number of pages: 258
Word Count: 68,000
Cover Artist: K Creative Designs
Tagline: Fate has a plan all her own.
Book Description:
Sometimes fate gets it all wrong.
Zoey Kent has lived with that fact ever since she turned eighteen and learned that the man she loved could never be hers. He’s a born shifter, a wolf, and she’s a mere human. Fate doesn’t care if on paper they’re a perfect pair. She isn’t his fated mate and she’s resigned herself to the knowledge that someday, she’ll have to watch Michael mate with another. It’s never crossed her mind that there might be someone else out there for her, that she would be the one to mate another, to choose another over everything she’s ever known or wanted.
Sometimes fate gets it all right.
Rafe Hudson left his pack behind years ago. Physically and mentally scarred from an attack that left his parents and twin dead, he walked away from his responsibilities as Alpha. He never intended to return but lone wolf or not, he can’t leave Michael open to an attack he’s learned is coming for his only brother. What he didn’t know was that going home would mean scenting his mate, the one person in the world that could make him whole again, that could give him everything he thought he’d lost. His pack, his home and his family.
But fate always has a plan.
There’s no way Michael’s brother is her future, is there? Just like there’s no way that the girl his brother has loved since they were kids, was always meant to be his, right?
Only fate knows why they were brought together but there is one thing for sure, the sparks between Zoey and Rafe are undeniable. The bond between them is unbreakable. And together… they’ll change the face of the pack forever.
About the Author:
Jess Bryant is an avid indoorswoman. A city girl trapped in a country girl’s life, her heart resides in Dallas but her soul and roots are in small town Oklahoma. She enjoys manicures, the color pink, and her completely impractical for country life stilettos. She believes that hair color is a legitimate form of therapy, as is reading and writing romance. She started writing as a little girl but her life changed forever when she stole a book from her aunt’s Harlequin collection and she’s been creating love stories with happily ever afters ever since.
Jess holds a degree in Public Relations from the University of Oklahoma and is a lifetime supporter of her school and athletic teams. And why not? They have a ton of National Championships! She may be a girlie girl but she knows her sports stats and isn’t afraid to tell you that your school isn’t as cool as hers… or that your sports romance got it all wrong.
For more information on Jess and upcoming releases follow her on her many social media accounts for news and shenanigans.

 

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Salem Burning by Daniel Sugar

Salem Burning

Daniel Sugar

Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Daniel Sugar

Date of Publication: February 20th, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-7752675-0-8

 ASIN: BO79YZL9L

Number of pages: 151

 Word Count: 34,289

Cover Artist: ebooklaunch.com

Tagline: If Only They’d Known…You Can’t Burn A Witch.

Book Description:

Salem Burning, a magical re-telling of the Salem witch trials, is now available exclusively on Amazon.

In 1692, disreputable Kyle Edwards breaks his engagement by accusing his fiancee, Lilly Parris, of witchcraft.

Kyle is a liar – he does not really believe in witchcraft, he is simply trying to get rid of Lilly. But Kyle is in for a shock because, as it turns out, Lilly really is a witch.

“Salem Burning is a fast-paced, brand-new take on the Salem witch trials.

Excerpt:

                                   PROLOGUE

ISLE OF SKYE, SCOTLAND. 1550

     The late-afternoon sun was slipping away

and storm clouds and darkness were rapidly approaching as the happy

eight-year-old girl carrying a straw basket filled with freshly-cut roses ran

towards Delaney Castle.

     Suddenly out of breath, Sarah Delaney

stopped, sat down on the soft green grass and looked at her home. Delaney

Castle was truly beautiful. Its stone walls and turrets so white they almost

shimmered in the rapidly setting sun. It was hard to believe that a magnificent

castle perched on top of a hill was actually her home. Hers!  How lucky she was to live there and how

blessed she was to have such wonderful parents. Parents who loved her so much

they were making a magnificent birthday party for her that very evening.

Overcome with happiness, Sarah could not help herself and as she stood up and

ran into the castle she started to sing. “The birth day is the loveliest day.

The birth day is filled with charm.”

     Sarah’s beautiful, dark-haired mother,

Evelyn Delaney, was clad in a breathtaking saffron gown and she was waiting for

her daughter as Sarah ran into the castle. 

     Evelyn smiled, lifted a rose from Sarah’s

straw basket and inhaled the flower’s scent. “Come along, Sarah. Everyone wants

to see the birthday girl.”

     Sarah kissed her mother on the cheek and

said, “I am ready, mother.”

     Sarah took her mother’s hand and together

they walked into an enormous dining hall which was filled with relatives and

friends who began to clap and cheer the moment Sarah entered the room.

     Sarah scanned the room. The crowd was

thick. There were so many people, too many people – but she only wanted one of

them. Yet she could not find him. It was so frustrating. Where was he? Where

was he?  Suddenly she spotted him – her

tall, handsome, blond father, Patrick Delaney, (clad in his finest tartan kilt

and a velvet jacket). Sarah rushed into her father’s arms and he laughed and

tossed her playfully into the air as Sarah squealed with delight. “Now we eat!”

Patrick yelled. “Now we sing and dance as we let it be known to all that eight

years ago, on the first of June, fifteen hundred and forty-two, my daughter,

this young beauty named Sarah Delaney, was born in Scotland!”

     The assembled guests cheered and, as if by

magic, servants suddenly appeared in the vast dining hall, some carrying trays

of food, some holding musical instruments which they began to play.

     Delighted, the guests began to eat and

sing and dance to the lively music which was almost drowned out by the sound of

approaching thunder.

      Sarah took her parents’ hands and the

three of them sang along with their guests; raising their voices as the sounds

of distant thunder grew closer and louder.

     Suddenly, thunder exploded overhead, cold,

impenetrable sheets of rain dropped from the black sky and long branches of

lightning illuminated the castle as soldiers rushed into the dining hall with

swords drawn.

     Sarah Delaney screamed as a soldier cut

off her father’s head.

     Evelyn Delaney grabbed her terrified

daughter and ran to the large portrait of Patrick Delaney that hung on one of

the dining hall’s stone walls.

      Soldiers ignored all cries for mercy and

massacred the party guests, savagely, brutally, sparing no one.

     Trembling, Evelyn pushed the portrait and

the stone wall moved, revealing a secret passageway.

     Evelyn quickly kissed her daughter. “Hurry

now, Sarah. Save yourself.”

     Suddenly, a soldier drove his sword into

Evelyn’s chest and Sarah, still clutching the basket of roses rushed down the

dark stone passageway.

     “Run, Sarah!”

     The soldier pulled the sword from Evelyn’s

chest and then plunged it into her throat.

     The moment Evelyn Delaney fell to the

ground, dead, the soldier turned his attention to Sarah and rushed into the

stone passageway.

     As Sarah ran, she turned and looked behind

her. The soldier was too fast. She was running with all her might but the

soldier was getting closer.

     A bright white flash of lightning

illuminated the end of the passageway; illuminated freedom.

 

   Sarah, exhausted, managed to

squeeze through the passageway’s narrow opening just as the soldier lunged and

tried to grab her.

     The soldier was able to grab Sarah’s left

shoe and tear if off her foot but Sarah was suddenly free.

     The soldier was unable to fit through the

passageway’s narrow opening and he screamed and swore and waved the child’s raw

leather shoe as Sarah Delaney ran and ran and disappeared into the wet Scottish

night.

About the Author:

Daniel Sugar has written for a number of celebrities and for several TV shows, including “The Tonight Show, With Jay Leno”. He has always been fascinated by witches, witchcraft, the Salem witch trials, and the French Revolution. “Salem Burning” is his first novel. He is currently working on the sequel, “The Witch And The Guillotine”.

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