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Friday, May 31, 2019

🌟BOOK BLITZ:🌟 Dead City by Debbie Cassidy {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Dead City by Debbie Cassidy

Release Date: May 28th 2019
Pages: 182
Genres: Adult, Post-Apocalyptic, Urban Fantasy

How many times can you cheat death? I’m not sure but I have a feeling I’m about to be tested.

Join Echo in the second thrilling installment of the Chronicles of Deadworld series.

A Post-Apocalyptic Urban fantasy world with a slow burn Whychoose Romance.


The door opened, and the object of my reflections strode in. Black vest today and gray yoga pants. He kicked off his shoes and rolled his head on his shoulder to stretch the muscles.

“You ready?” he asked.

Terse tone, check. He always started out this way. “Yep.”

“Okay, let’s see what you remember from the other day.”

I launched myself at him, not giving him a moment to think, but he grabbed me around the waist easily and flung me to the ground before landing on top of me, arms braced on either side of my head, body in plank position so it was mere inches from mine.

“Not good enough.” His eyes glittered, and his gaze fell to my lips. “Try harder.”

There was a bite to his words, and then he’d pushed off me and leapt to his feet. Shit, the man was agile. Large and muscled like a wildcat, like the panthers we’d seen on the documentaries at the cinema if panthers were silver and blond with twilight eyes.

He circled me as I stood.

“I’m going to attack you now, Echo,” he warned.

A shiver went up my spine, because hell if that wasn’t a hint of glee in his tone.

“I’m going to attack you, and you need to defend.”

His hair had fallen forward into his eyes, and he peered at me from behind the tendrils, his eyes super dark beyond his spectacles. My pulse fizzed, and adrenaline leaked into my limbs.

“Wait, what?” We hadn’t played this game before.

“You know the moves. If you lose your staff if you’re up against the Breed, what do you do?”

Was that a growl to his tone? “Um, Emory.”

His chest was rising and falling rapidly. “Run.”


And then he was charging me. I leapt out of the way just in time to avoid the crash of his body and launched into a run; the room was big, but with him in residence, it felt way too small. I leapt over the horse and grabbed hold of the rings hanging from the ceiling, using them to swing myself over to the rock-climbing wall. My fingers grazed the nooks, gaining purchase long enough to hang and drop, turn and twist to kick him in the gut. My foot connected but didn’t come away because he had my ankle.

My gaze shot up to meet his, and his lips curled slowly. It was a primal smile, a smile of triumph and ownership.

“Okay, you win.” I hopped on one leg while he continued to hold the other.

“I do?” He kept hold of my ankle with one hand and grabbed my calf with the other, pulling me closer.

“Shit.” My heart was thudding faster now, but not with exertion, with fear, because when I looked into his eyes, the Emory I knew wasn’t there. “Emory? You win. You can let go now.”

He canted his head and released my ankle to grab my thigh. “You think a Breed will let you go? You think a scuttler will let you go?”

My pulse was hammering in my throat now as I scanned the face I’d known for years and found nothing familiar aside from the features. His fingers tightened on me. “The Breed will catch you, and they’ll fuck you.”

He yanked my leg suddenly and hard enough to knock me off balance and bring me to the ground. He came with me, his weight landing on my body, pushing it into the mats. A growl vibrated against me, and my fear spiked and twisted into something else, something untamed and dangerous. He inhaled, and the pupils behind his glasses dilated. His gloved hand slid up my body to tangle and fist in my hair almost painfully. Tears stung my eyes, and my body began to tremble, but this … this wasn’t fear, it was anticipation.

What was this? What was happening right now?

His thigh slipped between mine, pushing up against my crotch, and my body was suddenly on fire.

“Emory?” His name was a breathless explosion.

He tensed, and the hand in my hair flexed, tearing a gasp from me. He blinked slowly as if waking from a daydream, and then his face, his beautiful face, contorted in horror.



He leapt off me as if he’d been burned and turned away, bracing his hands on his head. He took several steps away from me and then lowered his arms. His back straightened, and when he turned to face me, his expression was closed.

“Get up.” He looked down on me coolly. “Training is done for the day.”


Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head - in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.


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Thursday, May 30, 2019

🌟BOOK BLITZ:🌟 Crashing Together by Lyssa Cole {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Crashing Together by Lyssa Cole

Release Date: May 30th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Here comes a fun, sexy, hot as hell, angsty summer romance that turns into so much more...

It’s an age old story….
A summer fling….
A temporary thing…

His name was Cole and I couldn’t resist him. He was everything a girl could want in a summer romance. A hot, tanned, surfer with blonde hair and blue eyes... oh and let’s not forget about all those muscles and the six-pack I couldn’t stop staring at.

We agreed to just sex. Lots of sex. Lots of fun. No titles, no relationship, and certainly no love.

Until the sex started to feel like something else.

Something more..
Something way more…

But for him? 
It was still just sex.
Until it wasn’t. 
Until everything we didn’t mean to build unraveled in a heap of secrets, lies, and broken trust.

We came crashing together but will our summer fling survive the waves?



“You’re in over your head and you know it.” Leigh lifts her frozen margarita to her lips and eyes me over the sugar rim.

“I am not.” I roll my eyes and look around the smoky bar. I don’t know why I even let Leigh talk me into coming here. It’s dark, a little sketchy, and the millions of fog machines fill the place with smoke so thick you’d think they allowed cigarettes in here.

“You’re in denial, Addi. You can’t even look at me.”

I snap my eyes back to her. “It’s hard to see with all this smoke.” I wave my hand around for dramatic effect. I’m so in denial but she doesn’t need to know that.

Leigh laughs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah okay girl, whatever you say.”

“The drinks are delicious though.” I raise my glass before bringing to my lips to it, licking the sugar rim.

It’s as if a storm is brewing, ready to take over at any minute, inside my belly. Awake at night, I stare at the ceiling as it flips and twists, growing worse.

The storm named Cole.

He fills my bloodstream, running through my veins, and follows me everywhere I go. No matter what I do, I can’t stop it.

I was a fool thinking I could and I’m a fool now as I sit here and let it happen.

I’m falling hopelessly in love with Cole.

It’s unreal, consuming, and lighting me on fire from within.

I’ve never felt anything like it before. The more I see him, the more I want. And Leigh is absolutely correct.

I’m in over my fucking head.


Lyssa Cole has been in love with books for as long as she can remember. Escaping into a story is her favorite pastime. Wanting to be a writer for a couple years, she is now crafting her own stories. She loves to write sweet & sexy romance with lots of heat and some suspense to keep you guessing and wanting to turn that page! She lives in Southeastern Mass with her two kids and two dogs. Lover of coffee, all things chocolate, & always the avid reader, you can keep up with Lyssa Cole by subscribing to her newsletter here:


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Wednesday, May 29, 2019

🌟BOOK BLITZ:🌟 Who’s a Good Boy by Ada Scott {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Who’s a Good Boy by Ada Scott

Release Date: May 24th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense

Hazel Rivera was an untouchable small-town princess… but that summer five years ago, she was mine.

All it took was a few hours of hell to destroy the heaven we built.  I left Shippensburg with nothing but the shirt on my back and my dog at my side.  Leave or die, and ruin the lives of everybody I cared about at the same time.  There was no choice.

Now I’m back.  I need to find out how she could have done that to us, but somehow she’s got the nerve to be pissed at me?  And why does her daughter have my eyes?

I’ll get my answers, make her remember how she used to run her tongue over my abs and dig her nails into my back, then I’ll leave this damn town forever.


Hazel nodded enthusiastically and held the plate in my direction. I took a brownie and Chopper whined at the brutal injustice of it all.

While chewing, I tried to maintain a poker-face, but under the scrutiny of Hazel and Chopper, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Mmmm… ok, all is forgiven.”

Relief visibly washed over Hazel’s face, and sweet holy fuck what a beautiful face it was. Maybe she wasn’t the unfathomable angel I had assumed from a distance. Maybe she was even better.

Hazel’s eyes flicked down to my bicep as I brought the brownie to my mouth for another bite, and I saw the tip of her tongue touch her lips for a second before she swallowed and looked me in the face again. Hazel, Hazel Rivera, was checking me out.

“So what are you going to be doing with yourself over the summer, now that you’re free?” I asked.

“Well, my friend Ella and I are hatching a scheme that would convince my parents to let me have a gap year. Other than that, just going to hang out with friends, maybe do a road trip before everybody scatters to the four corners of the world.”

“How’s that going for you? The scheme.”

“It’s… still unhatched, shall we say.”

Before I’d been kicked out of school, I’d had my pick of the girls, it had always been pretty easy for me. Since then, I’d gradually stopped going to the local parties, so I wasn’t sure if I was merely rusty or what, but I had almost as much problems getting the next words out of my mouth as Hazel had explaining the brownies.

“So… that’s the long-term plan, what about short term, like tonight?”


I swallowed. “Well, if you didn’t have plans and wanted to make sure you’d properly apologized, I’m free tonight.”

Hazel’s eyebrows rose along with one side of her mouth. “Oh really? I thought all was forgiven?”

“Well… maybe I misspoke. I’m still pretty offended.”

“Oh no…”

“So, what do you say? Tonight? I could pick you up around seven?”

“I can’t.”

My heart lurched again.

“But… I’m free this afternoon. Say four?” she asked, sheepishly.

“Yep, I can work with that,” I said.

A smile so pure and bright lit up her face that my only defense was to smile back. We stood there for a few seconds smiling like fucking idiots.

“Uh… well, here.” She held out the plate. “These are yours. I gotta go, but I’ll see you at four. You know where I live, right?”

I pointed in the direction of her house.

“That’s it,” she said, taking a few steps backwards. “See you then.” She turned away as she spoke.

“See you then,” I said, just barely loud enough for her to hear, before taking my own backwards steps away from the fence and turning around.

“Hey Jeff?” she called.

I turned.

“It’s a date, right?” Her face was threatening to turn pink again.

“It’s a date.”

Hazel smiled and gave me a rueful ‘gotcha’ point of her finger. If I could have her smile at me like that every day, I’d be a happy man.


A former office drone, a former nurse, I now spend every waking moment doing what I love, creating and publishing these steamy stories about bad boys from the mafia, motorcycle clubs, and mma that make me, and hopefully you, weak at the knees! Anywhere a bad boy can be found, I'll be there taking notes and making it even sexier :)


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Tuesday, May 28, 2019

🌟BOOK BLITZ:🌟 Shantallow by Cara Martin {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Shantallow by Cara Martin

Release Date: May 26th 2019
Genres: Horror, Young Adult

Tanvi isn’t the girl of Misha’s dreams; she’s the girl from his nightmares. She has appeared in his chilling dreams before he even meets her; when he DOES meet her, he falls for her.

Their relationship turns stormy, bordering on abusive, and takes a dramatic turn when they are held captive by a group hoping to extract money from Tanvi’s wealthy family.

But there is something more sinister at work, and the kidnappers and their victims find themselves struggling for survival as a supernatural force from Misha’s nightmares makes itself known in the real world.


When I come to, I’m lying face down on hard plastic, my eyes blinking back gritty tears and blood and stomach pain twisting me into a fetal position. My hands want to fly to my abdomen, to protect it from something that’s already happened, but they can’t. They’re frozen behind my back. I thrash around like a fish out of water, my mouth gone like a horror movie creature — solid flesh where the opening should be.

“Easy,” a male voice tells me. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Maybe he can’t breathe with his nose fucked up like that,” a second guy suggests.

My head flips frenziedly back and forth, my nostrils inhaling clots where oxygen should be and the world sliding away from me while I plummet toward something else.

“Hold still,” one of them growls, yanking the fleshy covering from my mouth. I splutter and cough, then gulp down air. I’ve barely filled my lungs when something smacks my lips. Wriggling and heaving I sit myself up like an old man, breathing raggedly against whatever they’ve used to reseal my mouth — layers of duct tape, probably. I can almost see its silver gleam, and I keep fluttering my eyelashes, fighting off the onslaught of wet, but it’s like driving through a monsoon without windshield wipers. Nearly impossible.

They’ve left a small hole in the center of the tape this time; a fine stream of air seeps in where my lips part. I’m not going to drown in my own blood in the back of a stranger’s van.

Shifting my weight, I accidentally knock against the figure next to me, who nearly topples me with a shove to the shoulder. I regain my balance before I hit the floor, knees forming a tent in front of me and my hands scraping against plastic behind them. My brain’s skipping double dutch, overclocking as my vision finally begins to clear. 

White Kia. Utility van with whited-out rear windows. Men in ski masks.

They kidnapped Tanvi and whoever else was at the Mahajan house, including me. They thought I saw one of their faces. In truth I didn’t see anything, but being in the van is the better case scenario. Better than being left behind. But where are they taking us? The ski mask floating close to me is the first thing to come partially into focus. White skin around the eye and mouth holes. The guy’s gripping something in one of his hands, his posture tense. Tanvi’s furthest away from me, but she’s the one I see next. Sitting cross-legged, hazy brown legs disappearing into volleyball shoes. Hair hanging in her face, partially obscuring the slash of duct tape over her mouth, and her body swaying slightly from the movement of the van. 

I count all the figures inside the vehicle. Two guys in the front seat, one of them at the wheel and the other in the passenger seat, both of them in baseball hats and all-black clothing. Another two are crouching among us in the back of the van, one with white skin under his mask and the other black, each of them cradling a gun. Four abductees total: a young white girl who can’t be much older than ten, Tanvi, me, and a black guy about our age with a grown-out buzz cut whose chin and neck are smeared with red. He must have tried to fight off the kidnappers too. His face is vaguely familiar, and when he stares pointedly back at me his eyes are beaming a message.


Cara Martin is the author of several acclaimed novels for young people published under the name C. K. Kelly Martin. Her most recent novel, Stricken, was released in 2017. A graduate of the Film Studies program at York University, Cara has lived in the Greater Toronto Area and Dublin, Ireland. Within the space of 3500 miles she’s worked a collection of quirky jobs at multiple pubs and video stores, an electricity company, a division of the Irish post office, a London toyshop, and an advertising analytics company. She’s also been an image editor for a dot-com startup that didn’t survive the 90s, and a credit note clerk for Canada's largest national distributor of General Merchandise. Cara currently resides in Ottawa, Ontario with her husband and is still afraid of the Child Catcher from the film adaptation of CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG.


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🌟 Freebie Tuesday (Edition #274) 🌟

Welcome back! As always I will be tweeting random freebies that I can find on any given day so if you're looking for more free books make sure to follow me on twitter @JackieBookWorld. :) 

***Note that there will be some books that will be free for limited time only, so make sure to download them as soon as you can. Also if there is any specific genre that you guys would like me feature, let me know in the comment section below. Enjoy! 

Bad Boy Rock Star
by Candy J. Starr
Release Date: November 15th 2017 
Series: Bad Boy Rock Star #1
Pages: 228
Genres: Romance, New Adult, Contemporary
Author's Links: Goodreads, Website, Twitter, Facebook

Hannah Sorrento never planned to be a band manager. She’s a princess and the toughest obstacle she's had in life is finding shoes to match her outfit.

Then her father disappears leaves her with only the money in her purse and a management contract for hot, indie band, STORM. She plans to sell the contract, one way or another, then pack up her designer wardrobe and head back to law school.

But lead singer, Jack Colt, has other ideas. She's never met a man like him before. His raw sexuality is messing with her head and her heart... and a lot of other body parts.

With the help of crazy rock chick, Angie, Hannah sets the band on their first steps to the big time and learns to survive on her own.

But this isn’t some game - soon the threat that Hannah fears most becomes reality.

Jack Colt - he’s arrogant and infuriating but he’s the one that’s there for Hannah when her world comes crashing down. With secrets of his own, will Jack Colt save Hannah or destroy her?

Bad Boy Rock Star is the first book in a series of three. Rock Star vs Millionaire, the second book, is due for release in early 2014.

(Synopsis taken from Goodreads)


Destiny Disgraced
by Carrie Ann Ryan 
Release Date: September 12th 2017 by Pink Ink Books
Series: Talon Pack #6
Genres: Paranormal, Romance

The Talon Pack continues with a new twist to the Packs and a revelation no one was prepared for.

Mitchell Brentwood is aware that others think he’s the harsh taskmaster Beta trying to keep his Pack alive, but they only see what he wants them to know. He’d once thought he had his path laid out before him, but when his future was violently ripped away, he vowed he’d never let anyone close again—especially not a young wolf from a traitorous Pack.

Dawn Levin may be younger than the war that destroyed her people, but she knows she must still pay for their sins. She’s ready to find her way in this new world where wolves and humans blend as one, but first, she needs to fight her attraction to the dark wolf that stands in her way.

While the two struggle with their feelings and burning attraction for each other, they can’t ignore the world that shakes beneath their feet. There is a new enemy on the horizon, one with revenge and the unknown on their minds. An adversary that might be closer than they realize.
(Synopsis taken from Goodreads)


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Monday, May 27, 2019

🌟BOOK BLITZ:🌟 The Lady Raven: A Dark Cinderella Tale by Rebecca Henry {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

The Lady Raven: A Dark Cinderella Tale by Rebecca Henry

Release Date: November 30th 2017 by Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
Pages: 175
Genres: Adult, Fantasy

In The Lady Raven, Rebecca Henry tells the tale of Zezolla, a little princess abandoned by her father into the hands of her evil stepmother and wicked stepsisters. A familiar fairy tale you may think but all is not as it appears. The reader is soon drawn into a web of witchcraft, lies and deceit, and gradually realises that this is no typical fairy tale but a dark and macabre take on one. Zezolla is treated with the utmost cruelty, neglected and vilified, and left to live in the damp cellars of the castle.

The only friends Zezolla has are her beloved raven and her pet wolf. Her only comfort lies in the loyalty of the creatures of the forest and her mother’s hazel tree. Will Zezolla have the power to escape her torment and ultimately save herself from the unscrupulous clutches of the king? The Lady Raven is a compelling tale and one that is not for the faint-hearted.


Zezolla entered the forest, twig in one hand, shattered glass in the other. She moved effortlessly through the night as if she herself had wings which carried her. She came to a clearing, a streak of moonlightshining on the frozen ground. “This is the spot, my love.” The raven flew into the sky circling Zezolla asshe dug into the ground. “Remember the order, my princess. Plant the twig and then the glass.”

“I call upon the spirit of my mother. I command you to leave the grave in which my mother’s body rests.Awaken now and bring forth the tree of life!” Zezolla held her hands up to the moon invoking its powers. 

“I am the daughter of the witch Avelina. I invoke the powers of the night. Come to me, my mother’s spirit. I welcome you!” A silver mist traveled above. The raven flew down to his princess. “She is coming, princess.” Zezolla watched as a tiny branch came forth from the dirt. Slowly it grew, taller and taller. More branches came. Zezolla thought she saw the figure of a woman in the tree. Shards of glass formed together creating glass leaves, dangerous to anyone who touched it - anyone butZezolla. The princess stood up amazed by the beautiful sight before her. 

“It is complete, my love. My mother is here and her spirit resides inside the tree.” A remarkable hazel tree stood before her, 15 feet tall with a small opening at the base big enough for Zezolla to fit through. She examined the leaves running her long fingers over the glass. 

“It cannot cut me my love.” She held out her arm for theraven to perch. “But it will be dangerous to anyone else who tries to touch it.”

The two men made it to the barrier, gasping in horror. “What entrance is this!?” cried out Jack. “This was never here. There has never been an entrance to the forest.” Jack backed away, terrified that Zezolla awakened a spirit inside the forest. “It’s just a narrow passage. It must have been caused by the cold ice.” concluded Edward logically.

Jack shook his head. “No, Hexe did this. She has opened the forest. Who knows what evil lurksinside? These grounds are now cursed.”

“If that is true then I will not venture in.” Edward turned to leave but Jack stopped him. “This mightbe valuable to me Edward. If Hexe possesses some magical entity inside the forest then I want it.”Jack grabbed Edward by the collar and moved him through the opening. Edward clung to his knife, jumping at the sounds around them. 

“There is a light coming from beyond the trees. Could belightening. Let’s go see what Hexe is up to.” Edward tried to turn back, but Jack had a strong hold on him.

 “Courage man! You’re no better than a scared boy.” snarled Jack.

Zezolla, unaware of the servants approaching, entered the hazel tree. Edward ducked down behind a bush as he saw Zezolla disappear.

“We must leave now! I told you this would be our death! She is a witch! Did you just see how she entered that glass tree?!”

Jack was too fascinated to leave. He had never witnessed true magic before. “I want to take a closer look.”

“What? Are you mad! If you go near that tree that will be the end of you!”

Jack did not listen to Edward and walked over to the magical tree which was shimmering in the moonlight. 

“I just want to see it. Stay where you are if you are afraid,” Jack snorted.

“To hell with curiosity. I don’t want to end up without my head like Princess Guinevere. Go on then, you fool! Go see your magical tree.”

The tree seemed to call to Jack, beckoning him forward. “It’s so beautiful. Look at the sparkling leaves.” He reached out to touch one. The branch moved slicing his finger off his hand. Jack screamed in pain, clenching his finger to his chest. He tried to run away, but the tree caught him in her branches.

Edward stayed hidden, watching in horror as Jack cried out for help. “Edward, help me!”

“Stupid fool. I told him not to get closer.” muttered Edward.

The tree tightened its grip around Jack, cutting him as it squeezed. 

“Please! I am sorry! Please let me go!” The tree would not accept Jack’s pleas and brought down another branch lined with razor sharpleaves. “No! No! Please, I will do anything! I will protect the princess from her stepmother. I swear to protect her as long as I live! Please, spare me!” The branch came down, slicing Jack’s throat with arrow of deadly leaves.

“She needs no protection. I am with her now.” said the tree.


Rebecca Henry is a newly published author. Her debut novel is The Lady Raven, A Dark Cinderella Tale, which was published in 2017. The Lady Raven, is for those who have an affinity for fairy tales retold with a link to witches, magic and the macabre. Her second novel, Louisiana Latte, a chick lit comedy was released February 28th 2019. Louisiana Latte, is a feel good comedy that focuses on the bonds of sisters, and how audacious life can be when you have a diva for one! Both books are available on amazon as well as Barnes & Noble.

Rebecca Henry is a world traveler living abroad in England. Besides being an author of two published books, Rebecca is also a podcast talk host on the show The Latte Talk. The podcast was inspired by her latest novel, Louisiana Latte and her diva sister Deb. She is a serious vegan, gardener, crafter, wife and mom who practices yoga. She loves to laugh, her drug of choice and loves all things witchy with a hint of the macabre. Her favorite holiday is Halloween and her favorite movie of all time is Practical Magic.


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Sunday, May 26, 2019

🌟BOOK BLITZ:🌟 Coven’s End Series by Lia Davis {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Coven’s End: Kane 

Release Date: May 8th 2019 by After Glows Publishing
Series: Coven's End #1
Pages: 84
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Bad boy. Alpha. Unstable. Lethal.

Those are a few of the labels my people placed on me. Some say those are qualities of a good leader. Others disagree. 

Heir to the vampire throne and Lilith’s only son, I am being forced to find a mate. 

Not any female will do. Because no one compares to her. 

The problem? 

She’s a lycan princess, off limits, and I’m not her only potential mate.


Chapter One


With the practiced skill of a pro, I unwrapped the tape from my hands as I slowed my breathing, bringing down my heart rate. Even after the cool-down exercises, my wolf pushed for control. The breathing helped calm the beast a little, but the wolf was always at the surface, restless. Years of training under a sadistic prick of a father had turned me into the strongest and most dangerous lycan in the U.S.

Lifting my gaze, I met the stares of the pups around me as they finagled their own tape. The class was finished, the young wolves exhausted and hopefully a bit more skilled. "Be sure you get plenty of rest tonight. I heard some of you have exams tomorrow."

A few groans echoed around the room, and I smiled. When I took on the post as Jillian's sentry, I’d considered giving up the class, but I enjoyed training the pack’s young.

These were the kids that, if trained properly, would make the next leaders. They'd be the sentries, the pack alphas. They'd be looked up to, listened to, and respected. If left untrained, their alpha and beta energy would drive them to trouble, possibly turn them rogue. I'd seen it before. Lived it, actually. So it was my duty to teach them the correct way to train and hone their power.

They had something I never had—a teacher who cared about them enough to let them discover their own potential.

"Thanks, Voss," a pup called out as he left the room. He was my oldest student and would be graduating to the adult classes soon.

"Have a good night, kids." I waved at the eight boys and two girls as they filed out the door, then made my way to my bedroom on the other side of the gym. I held the class in the basement of the High Alpha's house, much to the kids’ awe and delight. Graham didn't mind, either. He joined us on occasion, giving his advice to the kids. They really loved the High Alpha sharing his skills and advice on leadership with them.

As soon as I entered my room, Quin walked in behind me. "How was class?"

I glanced at him over my shoulder, then tugged my shirt over my head. "Good. We need to keep our eyes on the Fowler kid. He has a lot anger bottled up inside of him and won’t talk about it."

Unresolved up anger wasn’t good for the wolf within. Unfortunately, I knew that all too well.

Quin nodded, a little distracted. "Noted."

"Jillian gone?" I turned and watched him, knowing good and well Jillian had left earlier. There was only one place she’d go without Quin or myself.

Quin’s features darkened. "Yeah. She's at Kane's."

He wasn't as okay with it as he said he was. I couldn’t blame him, he’d known Jillian all her life. Probably loved her just as long.

If I was to be honest with myself, I wasn’t warming up to the idea either. Although I was pretty laid back about sharing her—much to my surprise—it rankled me that I'd be sharing my mate with a fucking vamp.

"I convinced her to stay there with him until we come back for her in the morning, at least," Quin added, his tone a little less irritated.

"He could bring her home."

Quin laughed and sat in a ratty armchair in the corner of my room. "She won't risk her dad seeing her with him until she's figured out how to tell him."

Yeah, that could be a problem. "I don't envy her that job."

Graham doted on Jillian, gave her everything she'd ever wanted in life. But a vampire mate? That wouldn't go over well with the High Alpha of the lycans.

That's the hand we'd been dealt. Me and Quin might’ve been having a hard time reconciling it, but we'd get there eventually. What else could we do? Fated mates were impossible to ignore. Apparently the Fates had a plan for the four of us.


In 2008, Lia Davis ventured into the world of writing and publishing and never looked back. She has published more than twenty books, including the bestselling A Tiger's Claim, book one in her fan favorite Ashwood Falls series. Her novels feature compassionate yet strong alpha heroes who know how to please their women and her leading ladies are each strong in their own way. No matter what obstacle she throws at them, they come out better in the end.

While writing was initially a way escape from real world drama, Lia now makes her living creating worlds filled with magic, mystery, romance, and adventure so that others can leave real life behind for a few hours at a time.

Lia's favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers, but it's her home and she loves it!

L.A. Boruff lives in East Tennessee with her husband, three children, and an ever growing number of cats. She loves reading, watching TV, and procrastinating by browsing Facebook. L.A.'s passions include vampires, food, and listening to heavy metal music. She once won a Harry Potter trivia contest based on the books, and lost one based on the movies. She has two bands on her bucket list that she still hasn't seen: AC/DC and Alice Cooper. Feel free to send tickets.


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