Wick's job is to monitor Andy, but he prefers more intimate activities, none of them G-Rated. His choices, however, are often not his own. His ability to help Andy is limited by his bond to the Master Vampire.
Facing many trials and challenges along her path to redemption, Andy learns the value of her freedom might be set too high.
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A large black wolf trotted into the clearing to confront me. He had a white-tipped snout, white boots and mitts and would have looked cute had he not been the most intimidating Werewolf I’d ever seen. Standing tall and solid, power rolled off of his body. His eyes bore into mine. I sniffed the air. The strong Werewolf scent of rosemary swirled around me, strong and seductive, laced with sugar. A weird fuzzy sensation spread out from my chest. Whoa.
My other form growled low, demanding release, straining against my skin. The energy of the wolves built—layers upon layers of excitement and impatience. The air pulsated with anticipation. They could sense the imminent kill.
Let me out! My other form repeated, throwing her power against my built up walls, howling in defiance.
When the energy of the Werewolves surged, I finally released her. My wolf form flowed out fast, wiping out the feline in little more than a heartbeat. Smaller, weaker and the size of a natural wolf, a Shifter in this form was no match for a Werewolf, especially a dominant one. I had time to meet the eyes of the Alpha for only an instant before the pack leapt forward. My limbs shook. It went against every instinct ingrained within me, but I rolled onto my back—submissive.
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And now for J.C.'s guest post!
My Favorite Knight
A couple of weeks ago, I read a blog post about an author reminiscing about her favourite years, and it got me thinking. What’s my favorite year? I could hardly narrow it down. There are many from my childhood I cherish, and certainly, there’s more now that I have a son and value every waking and sleeping moment I get to be a part of his life, but what year would be my favorite? What year represents a pivotal change in my life’s path? And how can I describe a whole year in a simple blog post? Then a light went on in my head. One moment in time, one glimpse, one short turn of the tide…
One of my favorite years began when I traveled to Europe with my sister after graduating University with a degree in Animal Physiology. It had been a perfect night in Barcelona, Spain. Warm and dark with clear starlit skies and refreshing ocean breezes. The night came alive with coloured street lights, club music, heavy with bass, and the smell of sangria in the air. I’d met my husband that night.
We’d walked hand-in-hand along the vacant beach and stole moments under the moon with our feet sinking in soft sand and the waves gently lapping in the background.
The night I met my husband created a cascading effect of awesomeness in my life. Without meeting him, I wouldn’t be where I am today, nor would I be the person I am today.
My husband often asks me if my characters are people from my “real life,” and the answer is a resounding no…but, what I haven’t told him, is that all the good qualities I put in the men, everything that makes them alluring, charming and attractive, I take from him.
What’s your favorite moment?