Readers Who are Krazy for Kindle: Howling Good Hop: Shift into Paranormal Romance

May 10, 2015

Howling Good Hop: Shift into Paranormal Romance

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Here's a SNEAK PEAK from HER ALPHA MATE, my story in the Alphas Gone Shifter boxed set due out on May 26th!

Three days. Fourteen hours. Twenty-nine minutes.

He hadn’t come for her yet. Or maybe he was giving her time. Space. He’d always been good at predicting her needs, her moods.

He shouldn’t have loved her.

He shouldn’t have mated with her.

Alice Mason looked out the picture window at the swirling snow. The dim yellow of the porch light barely penetrated the darkness. Yet she knew that hip-deep snow covered the entire area all the way to the tree line.

The cabin was isolated, one of several rentals near the lake. She couldn’t remember the name of the water. Earlier in the day, she’d been white-knuckle driving in the blizzard, but still managed to see the sign for the cabin rentals. The woman manning the single desk in the tiny office was chatty, friendly. She said only one other cabin had been reserved. She happily relayed that Alice’s closest neighbors were Hubert and Sarah Gilmore, who were celebrating their fiftieth anniversary by staying in the same cabin where they’d honeymooned.

Fifty years. What she wouldn’t give to have five whole decades with her soulmate. Her gaze drifted through the tall pines. She knew with certainty that Jonas would come for her.

But so would the Kunda. The spirit protector of the Fire Pack. The one who would make her pay penance for her body’s betrayal. She would die. Die gladly, so her mate and her pack would survive.

The Kunda would devour her.

Jonas could choose a new mate.

The pack would thrive.

Alice couldn’t help but think about her life. She had been the fifth pup. The only girl. The weakest one born to her family. Some werewolves left weak pups in the woods—either to die or to prove they had the strength to survive. But even though she was a mewling, tiny thing, her family chose to keep her. She was nurtured by them. Loved, but not coddled. They expected her to pull her weight. To do as well as her bigger and stronger brothers. To take care of herself.

They also prepared Alice to take her expected place in the Fire Pack. Her father was among the wolves that patrolled the borders of their territory. He was an enforcer, and due to the pack hierarchy, he was not a wolf with opportunities for advancement. Yet, her father seemed satisfied with his life. Whether or not that acceptance had been easy—well, she didn’t know. So, as the youngest child of wolves with lesser rank, she was expected to follow in their footsteps. Either she followed her mother into administrative work or she joined her father as an enforcer.

The wolves in the Fire Pack populated the little Californian town of Fuego. All of them were taught to fight at a young age. Alice learned to defend herself, but she wasn’t one to seek violence when cleverness and intelligence could more easily win the day. Her curiosity made her unafraid to ask questions. To dream bigger. To want more.

Is that what Jonas had seen in her the day of the choosing?

When he assumed leadership as the new alpha, custom dictated every single female of age present herself to him. As long as anyone could remember, the alpha choose several bride prospects who would then engage in a series of challenges. The winner became his bride.

It was a stupid tradition.

She’d had no intention of participating. Not that it had mattered. No alpha in his right mind would pick her. She was too small, looked too delicate, and her family was too low in rank. So, she was never a serious contender.

Not being considered competition had its advantages. She wasn’t picked on by the other women. Of course, that may have been because she had four protective older brothers who were handsome and more than willing to satisfy the bedroom urges of willing females. And they did not take kindly to slurs against their little sister. The long-held rule of “I can pick on my sibling, but you can’t,” was very much gospel in their family. Alice had gotten used to being ignored, even looked at with pity. She didn’t care about the opinions of others, anyway. She didn’t need approval.

She had attended the choosing ceremony to please her parents. They knew how she felt about the pack’s archaic traditions and expectations. But still… she hadn’t wanted to disappoint them. They’d always loved and cared for her, even when traditions dictated otherwise, and she figured it would cost her nothing to honor this one small aspect of pack life.

No. She had not been a serious contender.

Is that why she’d answered him so boldly? Looked him steady in the eye? And then dared to question his intelligence when he’d pulled her from the line of women and, to the shock of the pack, proclaimed, “I have chosen.”

Not: I have chosen her. And her. And her. And her, too.

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Not: I have chosen. Ha, ha! Just kidding!

He’d said, with complete confidence, “I have chosen.”

No contest. No other choices. No challenges to be met.

Just… I have chosen.

“Are you stupid?” she’d asked.

He’d merely looked down at her and smiled.

That was the moment I fell in love with you, he later told her. My heart was yours.

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ALPHA MATE (Fire Pack Rules), get more shifter romance in The Pack Rules Boxed Set.


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