YAAAAY!!! It's out! WOLF BOUND is here!!! And to celebrate, I've got a brand-new excerpt for you!
Wolf Bound's the only book I've ever had that has TWO covers, LOL! The first is my official cover, by the incomparable Karen Foxx, who really nailed what Wolf looks like to me. The second was done by the wonderful Tuesday Dube, who was "just feeling inspired"! Tuesday, I love it, and thank you so much -- and everybody, Tuesday's got a website at www.dreaminginpurple.net, where she'll be posting more of her stuff -- check it out!
Jenna knows romance -- she should; it’s what she writes for a living. But why can’t love ever be as simple and magical as the stories she creates? When her latest book sells for a huge advance, Klaus, her lover, becomes threatened by her success, and strands her on a ski slope during a vacation in the Canadian Rockies.
Hiking down, Jenna becomes lost in a blizzard, and wakes to find herself in a snowed-in cave, rescued from death by an enigmatic lone wolf. When the wolf transforms before her eyes into a naked, stunningly sexy man, Jenna finds herself in a romance hotter and more fantastic than any bestseller she's ever written!
But she can’t possibly survive in Wolf’s vast, untamed world, any more than he could join her in hers. Now Jenna is faced with a bitter dilemma: if she stays, she’ll be putting his life at risk. If she leaves, it’s his heart she’ll be destroying…
EXCERPT
What would happen, if the helicopter came back tonight? Right now? If Klaus found her here, curled in Wolf’s arms? How much would Wolf understand? Would he simply see Klaus as a threat to her, Jenna? What if he…
Jenna swallowed against the sudden ice in her gut. What if he changed?
She glanced toward the cave’s entrance, suddenly terrified she’d hear the sound of beating rotors, see searchlights stabbing down across the plain outside…
“Wolf.” She shook his shoulder gently, then harder. “Wolf!”
He blinked awake, grumbling, then rose and went to the fire. She could hear the rustle of leaves, the snap of small twigs, then a strange, rhythmic scraping sound. Sparks bloomed in the darkness, flickered, went out.
Rolling onto her side, Jenna watched as he scraped two rocks together. This time, the sparks dropped into the tinder, and he blew on it gently, teasing the sparks into flame.
So that’s how he does it. With the -- oh, I should know what that is. I’ve read about it…
She’d read about werewolves too, and seen movies. Who hadn’t? But Wolf was nothing like the depictions she’d seen, any more than Young Guns bore any resemblance to the true Wild West.
“Wolf?”
He looked at her, smiling, and Jenna tried to keep the urgency from her voice. “Wolf, how do you change? I mean, when you --” God! This was difficult. How could she even ask what she needed to know? “Does anything, you know, make you change? Or do you just…”
He glanced at her quizzically, then rolled to his feet. Suddenly, with a ripple of motion, the wolf was standing before her, his yellow eyes gleaming. Then he was gone, and it was Wolf who stood there, his bent head brushing the roof of the cave. He squatted again and shrugged his broad shoulders.
“So you just choose to do it?” Relief flooded through her, and she threw herself at him, laughing happily. He grinned as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “Oh, Wolf! You could come with me! You could be human all the time!”
She felt his shoulders stiffen, and Jenna paused, drawing back enough to look into his strong, handsome face. His grin was gone.
“Wolf? Couldn’t you?”
His eyes, studying her, were suddenly dark. He nodded, but his face looked grim.
Jenna shook her head, confused. “But we could… We could be together. Don’t you see?”
Slowly, he unwrapped her arms from his neck. “Enna,” he said. “Enna, I…”
He broke off in frustration, his heavy sigh almost a growl. He shook his head sharply, then reached out, taking her hand between his and raising it to his chest. Placing it flat against the swell of his pecs, he whispered, “Enna.” His eyes were haunted as he gazed at her. Beneath her palm, she could feel the thudding of his great heart. Then he started to change under her hand.
The sensation was almost like sand trickling through her fingers -- only instead of sand, it was flesh and fur, shifting under her grip like mist. “Wolf!” she cried, trying to grasp him, to hold him. “Wolf, no!” But he slipped from her hands and slid out of the cave. Throwing herself after him, Jenna screamed, “Wolf!”
Moonlight poured down, flooding the plain. It glimmered in the tears that suddenly sprang to her eyes, and through their blur she saw Wolf racing across the snow, a gray, sleek shadow beneath crystal-white mountains, so beautiful, so graceful, so impossibly free…
“Oh, Wolf,” she whispered, letting the tears cascade down her cheeks. “Wolf, I love you.”
What would happen, if the helicopter came back tonight? Right now? If Klaus found her here, curled in Wolf’s arms? How much would Wolf understand? Would he simply see Klaus as a threat to her, Jenna? What if he…
Jenna swallowed against the sudden ice in her gut. What if he changed?
She glanced toward the cave’s entrance, suddenly terrified she’d hear the sound of beating rotors, see searchlights stabbing down across the plain outside…
“Wolf.” She shook his shoulder gently, then harder. “Wolf!”
He blinked awake, grumbling, then rose and went to the fire. She could hear the rustle of leaves, the snap of small twigs, then a strange, rhythmic scraping sound. Sparks bloomed in the darkness, flickered, went out.
Rolling onto her side, Jenna watched as he scraped two rocks together. This time, the sparks dropped into the tinder, and he blew on it gently, teasing the sparks into flame.
So that’s how he does it. With the -- oh, I should know what that is. I’ve read about it…
She’d read about werewolves too, and seen movies. Who hadn’t? But Wolf was nothing like the depictions she’d seen, any more than Young Guns bore any resemblance to the true Wild West.
“Wolf?”
He looked at her, smiling, and Jenna tried to keep the urgency from her voice. “Wolf, how do you change? I mean, when you --” God! This was difficult. How could she even ask what she needed to know? “Does anything, you know, make you change? Or do you just…”
He glanced at her quizzically, then rolled to his feet. Suddenly, with a ripple of motion, the wolf was standing before her, his yellow eyes gleaming. Then he was gone, and it was Wolf who stood there, his bent head brushing the roof of the cave. He squatted again and shrugged his broad shoulders.
“So you just choose to do it?” Relief flooded through her, and she threw herself at him, laughing happily. He grinned as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “Oh, Wolf! You could come with me! You could be human all the time!”
She felt his shoulders stiffen, and Jenna paused, drawing back enough to look into his strong, handsome face. His grin was gone.
“Wolf? Couldn’t you?”
His eyes, studying her, were suddenly dark. He nodded, but his face looked grim.
Jenna shook her head, confused. “But we could… We could be together. Don’t you see?”
Slowly, he unwrapped her arms from his neck. “Enna,” he said. “Enna, I…”
He broke off in frustration, his heavy sigh almost a growl. He shook his head sharply, then reached out, taking her hand between his and raising it to his chest. Placing it flat against the swell of his pecs, he whispered, “Enna.” His eyes were haunted as he gazed at her. Beneath her palm, she could feel the thudding of his great heart. Then he started to change under her hand.
The sensation was almost like sand trickling through her fingers -- only instead of sand, it was flesh and fur, shifting under her grip like mist. “Wolf!” she cried, trying to grasp him, to hold him. “Wolf, no!” But he slipped from her hands and slid out of the cave. Throwing herself after him, Jenna screamed, “Wolf!”
Moonlight poured down, flooding the plain. It glimmered in the tears that suddenly sprang to her eyes, and through their blur she saw Wolf racing across the snow, a gray, sleek shadow beneath crystal-white mountains, so beautiful, so graceful, so impossibly free…
“Oh, Wolf,” she whispered, letting the tears cascade down her cheeks. “Wolf, I love you.”
Here's the link!
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=606
I hope you enjoy Wolf Bound -- I have to admit, I love it!
-- Sierra
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=606
I hope you enjoy Wolf Bound -- I have to admit, I love it!
-- Sierra
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