This is what happens when you're still learning the ropes on a new and demanding job while dealing with various repairs needed at home.
You totally forget that the print version of your last ebook has just been released!
Hunter of the Heart is now out in print (as of Sept 4th). I'm really fond of this book, even though I can't quite put my finger on why. lol. It's the mix of characters, story setting. It's just a little different than other werewolf stories out there, and judging by some of the reviews, a number of readers agree on that point. If you've been around recently you know that I was working on the second book in Moon, Magic, Madness series but put it aside for a bit while it simmers a bit more in the subconcious. But never fear, there more stories to tell in this world, I have the outline for three more at this point.
Anywho, here's a excerpt from Hunter of the Heart: Nate’s hand pressed against her back, urging her towards the small wooden table under a large tree. Templeton saw them seated then headed inside to get refreshments; Mitch offered to help and excused himself to follow the older man indoors.
“Okay?” Nate asked.
The place did skeeve her out, yet as she stared into Nate’s eyes she realized that she was actually okay because he was with her. And that was an unsettling revelation.
Where had this confidence in him come from? Not to downplay the whole saving her life thing, but she was getting far too attached to him, far too used to and dependent on him. She shifted restlessly in the nylon folding chair.
“Things will never return to the way they were, Tessa.”
“Will you stay out of my head!”
His eyes narrowed and she felt him pushed against the boundaries of her mind. “No, I won’t, not any longer. I’ve given you time Tessa. You can’t say I haven’t.”
Images flooded her, of what Nate wanted to do to her and what he wanted her to do to him. All of his pent up frustrations from the last few days came at her like a tidal wave, drowning her in heated sensations.
A moan dredged up from her throat and her back arched off the chair as her breast grew heavy with need. She was gasping for air, every nerve ending alive and thirsting for his touch. Tessa gripped the table edge unable to break Nate’s erotic hold on her senses.
“Not any longer Tessa,” he vowed hoarsely.
He touched her then, his hand lightly resting over hers on the table, his finger-tip just a whispered stroke across her knuckles. It was exquisite, unbearable pleasure. She went wet and his nostrils flared as he breathed in and she knew, just knew he was savoring the scent of her arousal. A low rumble rose from his chest.
Then just like that, he snapped it off. Cutting the flow of feelings and emotions. The images disappeared as if he’d pushed a button. But her body remembered. She sagged back against the chair, panting and trembling. She stared at him, wanting to be afraid; but she wanted his kisses more.
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I linked to Amazon above because I can't seem to access Samhain beyond the home page, but Samhain has 30% off on all new print releases.
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