Author: Debra Smith
Publisher: Indie
Release Date: May 31, 2013
Eva, a rare white panther, is desperate to avoid her family and their expectations. Hundreds of years of tradition force her to run to the newly appointed Queen only to find her gone. Hopeless causes her to invoke the right of Hospitality and everything that goes with it, including the mouthwatering lupine cowboy with talented hands. When he whispers her name she's tempted to submit as long as meets her every desire.
Clint, the beta wolf of the Koning Clan, is tired of troublesome females walking through the doors of Gryph's Bar. The last one changed history. Now, a small, seductive feline grates on his nerves and beckons his primitive instincts. Even though she's trouble, her taste drives him to addition. Low dictates he must protect her, but the way she calls to his beast may lead to their undoing. As a male with no knowledge of his past how can they have a future?
Excerpt from Escaping Love
There. Light
shined through the trees. Relief gave her the extra strength she needed. Gryph’s flashed over the imposing red
doors of the bar complete with a bouncer perched to the side. Crap. His height
and massive arms crossed over his chest seemed less than inviting. How to play
this? Her human appearance was less than intimidating. Maybe she could seem
unimposing and just walk right in. Yeah right, a girl could dream.
Alex pictured her human
form in the center of her inner light. The change wasn’t painful, at least not
after the very first shift. Magic allowed them to keep their clothes. The only
drawback was that unlike the animals in nature, their color matched in both
their human and animal form.
Branches scratched her
exposed skin while she parted the bushes. Sashaying toward the bouncer, she
tried not to hold her breath. His scent hit her nose. A bear. Great. This close to winter he could be
especially grumpy.
His nostrils flared and
brief look of confusion crossed his face before he schooled his features.
“Hi,” she said in a
sweet, sing-song voice.
He grunted.
Great this could be
harder than she thought. “I’m looking for Jenifer Koning. I request an
audience.”
Another grunt.
Claws pricked at the
tips of her fingers, bringing a burning pleasure. Calming her temper, she did
her best not to expose her best kept secret.
“Is she here?”
His response, “Clint we
have a live one, again.”
Again? What was that
supposed to mean? Her ears tingled as she struggled to hear the voice on the
end of the line. From the bear’s wince it wasn’t looking good. For him or for
her.
“Go on in. Stay out of
trouble.”
Gritting her teeth
before she gave him a reason to hibernate, she pulled open one of the big red
doors.
Alex took her time
entering the bar. She needed to seem like she had every right to be there. She
couldn’t risk them kicking her out before she could plead her case to their
queen. An old Vince Gil song flowed from the jukebox. Red, faded booths and bar stools filled the
space. The scent of fried food assaulted her nose. Doing her best not show her
repulsion, her gaze drifted past the bar and landed on the male stomping toward
her.
Good lord, he was fine.
Faded blue jeans clung to his muscular legs as the heels of his cowboy boots
echoed through the air. A green and blue, plaid shirt, with the top buttons
unfastened revealing the tan skin of his chest, rolled sleeves resting just
below his elbows showed off his muscled forearms. The one on his right was
tattooed but she didn’t risked getting lost in its puzzle. Dusty blonde locks
hung in his eyes, and a five o’clock shadow covered his jaw. Firm lips pressed
into a flat line were only distracted from by his intense blue eyes. She’d
never seen such eyes. He was sexy wrapped in a whole lot of delicious.
His mouth moved and she
blinked. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
An irritated rumble
sounded in his chest. “I said, who are you?”
“Alex.” After listening
to his sweet drawl, she felt a small sensation of being welcome. And then it
was gone.
His eyes thinned in
what was probably irritation she got that a lot, “What’s your full name and
Clan?”
The cowboy was smarter
than he looked. Hot and intelligent, be still her quaking knees. Wait, her
knees were trembling. Placing her hand on the bar, she braced her body. The
room started to spin. She shook her head trying to gain focus. Alarm spread
through her at the thought of showing weakness in front of him. This male was
definitely a predator and the last thing she wanted to do was fall at his feet.
Then,
exhaustion overtook her. Her knees buckled sending her forward into his
awaiting arms. His concerned face was the last thing she saw.
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This one looks spicy! Thanks for sharing! I especially like the idea of the main male character being a beta rather than an alpha and I LOVE the wolf tattoo on his arm!
ReplyDeleteLooks great! Thanks for having me. :-)
ReplyDeleteI think it's cool that there is a "cat" and a "dog". I also love the colors on the cover.
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