Hello, and thanks so much for
having me on today! Shifter Woods: Howl
is the first entry in my new paranormal shifter romance series Esposito County
Shifters. Howl, which is the story of
coyote shifter Laurie Rivera and her (very) unexpected mate Sheriff Caleb
Lynch, was originally supposed to be submitted to an anthology. Real Life™
promptly intervened, as it does, and I blew the deadline. I decided to go ahead
and expand the story past the antho guidelines and Howl surprised me by turning into a 23,000 word novella. Go figure.
The second entry, Shifter Woods: Roar,
which runs concurrently with Howl and
follows the story of Laurie’s cameraman Gavin and bear shifter Mike Ivanov,
will be out in mid-May.
Also, may I just say that I
am SO glad I was finally able to use this particular male model on a cover?
I’ve been faunching after him since Empress
of Storms, and I finally got the right book for him – yay!
Paranormal Romance, Shifter
Romance, MF
Word Count: 23,000
Series: Esposito County
Shifters (Book One)
Heat Level 4
Published by Belaurient Press
ASIN: B06ZZHS28T
BLURB:
Laurie wants a news story.
Caleb just wants to be left alone. But when the two coyote shifters' paths
cross in New Mexico’s Sandia Mountains, Fate steps in and gives them something
they never expected--each other.
Reporter Laurie Rivera is on the trail of a white slavery ring when she’s forced to run for her life in the foothills near Sandia Crest. Widowed sheriff and Alpha coyote shifter Caleb Lynch comes across the exhausted reporter and discovers to his shock that Laurie is also a shifter—and his new heart’s mate.
But Caleb never expected to have another chance at love, and Laurie has a good reason to fear being claimed, especially by an Alpha. As a snowstorm traps them in the sheriff’s cabin, Caleb must find a way around the barriers surrounding Laurie’s heart, and Laurie has to confront her past—and the humans who want her dead—if she wants a chance at her very own “happily ever after.”
Reporter Laurie Rivera is on the trail of a white slavery ring when she’s forced to run for her life in the foothills near Sandia Crest. Widowed sheriff and Alpha coyote shifter Caleb Lynch comes across the exhausted reporter and discovers to his shock that Laurie is also a shifter—and his new heart’s mate.
But Caleb never expected to have another chance at love, and Laurie has a good reason to fear being claimed, especially by an Alpha. As a snowstorm traps them in the sheriff’s cabin, Caleb must find a way around the barriers surrounding Laurie’s heart, and Laurie has to confront her past—and the humans who want her dead—if she wants a chance at her very own “happily ever after.”
BUY LINKS:
- Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06ZZHS28T
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PG-13 EXCERPT
Caleb Lynch slammed the cabin door closed with his foot,
depositing the woman in his arms on the couch. Her eyes were still closed, her
full lips turning a faint shade of blue, and her heartbeat was worryingly slow.
That and the fact that she wasn’t shivering meant she was well into
hypothermia.
At least he knew how to handle that. He stepped to the
hallway closet and grabbed a bundle of blankets and the heavy old quilt his
grandmother had made. Dumping them next to the sofa, he started stripping the
cold, wet clothes off his guest.
Peeling off the waterlogged cloth revealed sleek limbs,
smooth tan skin and some mouthwatering curves that made his palms tingle with
the urge to touch. Worse, each new inch of exposed skin let more of her
heavenly scent come to his nose. He’d thought he’d made a mistake out near the
creek, that it had been some sort of olfactory hallucination, but this close it
was impossible to miss. He struggled not to throw his head back and howl.
No. You have a
responsibility, dammit. Get her warm and dry first.
When she was down to her underwear he opened one of the
blankets and covered her with it, then reached under to strip off the damp
scraps of nylon and cotton. She moaned in complaint and he bit his lip, trying
to come into contact with as little skin as possible. What he did touch,
however, was silken.
He pulled the bra and panties free, tossing them on
top of the rest of her clothing, then set to piling more blankets on her,
topped with the heavy quilt. She’d get warmer faster if you slid in there
with her, part of his brain suggested. Just strip down, crawl in, take
her in your arms and—
He cut that thought off.
He had never laid a finger on an unwilling female in his life, and he damn well
wasn’t about to start now. Even if she did look like sun and sin in one
gorgeous package and smelled like—
Mine. She smells like
mine.
Damn it all. It was
getting harder to tear his mind away from that thought. Gritting his teeth, he
sat back on his haunches and considered. Wet clothes removed and dry blankets
applied, check. Next was warmth.
Along with the blankets
he’d grabbed a bunch of chemical hand warmer packets. He cracked a few, shook
them up to get the exothermic reaction going, then tucked them under the
blanket by her feet. She shifted, toes automatically stretching towards the heat.
Her eyes fluttered open,
revealing irises the color of a rich sherry. “Wha’ happened?”
“You tell me, honey.”
Caleb swallowed a smile, wanting to stroke the tangled black silk away from her
face. “I found you in Bollan Creek. I’m guessing you fell in?”
“Creek?” One slender hand
emerged from the blankets, pushing her hair back. “Yeah. Fell down a hill—” She
blinked, her gaze sharpening as she took in the blankets covering her. Her
other hand groped under the blankets, confirming her sartorial status. “Where
are my clothes?”
He expected confusion,
even anger, but the strength of the fear pouring off her made him feel both
guilty and a little annoyed. “They’re right here,” he said, nodded at the pile
of wet cloth. “I’m sorry, but you were going into hypothermia. They had to come
off.”
She clutched the blanket
closer as she peered over the edge of the sofa at her clothes. A flush spread
across her cheekbones, and the fear scent kicked up a notch. “Who took them
off?”
He sighed. “I did. And to
answer your next question, I covered you with a blanket first,” he tapped a
drape of the quilt, “and I didn’t take any liberties.”
Not that he hadn’t wanted
to. “Now, I’d appreciate some answers to my questions,” he said, allowing a
hint of sternness to show through. “What are you doing in Big Rock territory
without my permission?”
She stared at him, biting
her lower lip. “I didn’t mean to, Alpha, I swear. I’m here on business.”
“What kind of business?”
“I’m a reporter with the Albuquerque
Sun—”
The growing lust generated
by her scent evaporated. “You’re a reporter?”
Just what he needed, one
of those snoopy bastards poking around Esposito County. Except she’s a
shifter, too. What the hell is she doing in a city, anyway?
NC-17 EXCERPT
Upstairs, Caleb stretched
out in the big, comfortable bed, remembering how Paul Sleeping Turtle, Mike
Ivanov and he had used some stout ropes and a lot of good-natured cursing to
haul the mattress and box spring and over the loft railing. Anna had stood well
out of the way downstairs, laughing at their language as they’d sweated and
lugged the damn things upward. That night, however, she’d rewarded him in the
newly installed bed, and Mike cheerfully baited him the next day about hearing
the noise from a good mile away.
He’d never brought another
woman to the cabin after Anna’s death, never even wanted to. But Laurie was
different. He could smell her even up here, her essence rising with the heat
from the fireplace and perfuming the loft with the smell of warm, sweet female
in heat and in need of a good fucking.
He had no idea why Laurie
had suddenly gone into heat while he was doing the dishes, but the change in
her scent was unmistakable. Granted, sometimes an unmated Alpha could send a
young, untried female into heat from simple proximity. But Laurie Rivera had to
be in her early thirties, and if she was a virgin he’d eat his badge. The view
he’d caught of her in the reflection of the kitchen window was of a female
openly eyeing him and liking what she saw.
He grinned at the
hand-hewn beams overhead. You know damn well what it means. She’s my mate,
whether she likes it or not.
Which, ironically, was the
problem. From what she’d told him, she was skittish as hell about the idea of
being claimed. He couldn’t blame her, considering her experiences with her
first Alpha. But it certainly messed up any chance he had with her, as well.
And he didn’t have the luxury of taking his time and courting her, letting her
get to know him over time. The moment the plows came through in the morning,
Mike and this Gavin guy would be at the cabin to pick her up. After that,
Laurie would be back in the city with her career and her life, never to return.
Albuquerque isn’t that
far, though.
Oh, yeah? When was the
last time you were there? The last time you had time to go there?
His subconscious—or his
coyote, he wasn’t sure—had a point. He had to act tonight before he lost her. So,
time to be sneaky.
He kicked off the blanket,
bracing as the cool air hit his bare skin. He usually didn’t sleep naked during
winter, but he wanted as much of his own aroma circulating as possible. He’d
made a vow, yes, and he would keep it … unless Laurie gave him permission to
break it. And the best way to make happen would be to tempt her upstairs with
the scent of his desire and the promise of fulfilling her own.
Running a hand over his
chest, he brushed the firm nub of a nipple and the crisp hair that led in a
trail down to his groin. He followed it now, wrapping a hand around his soft
cock and squeezing. It twitched at the stimulation; when he squeezed again,
running his thumb over the upper ridge of the head, it began to thicken lazily.
He started a light,
teasing stroke, not enough to get himself off but more than enough to get fully
hard. Closing his eyes, he imagined Laurie climbing the stairs to the loft and
his bed. The mattress would dip a bit as she climbed on it, moving on all fours
to him. He knew she was the kind of female who, when her mind was made up,
would stake her claim. There would be no fear, no anger, nothing but need and
the deep knowledge that they belonged together.
He pictured her straddling
his thighs, bending over to give him a deep, luscious kiss. Her breasts would
swing forward and he could cup them, relishing the firm weight of them in each
hand before he leaned up to take a nipple in his mouth. He already knew how the
salt of her sweat and the sweet spice of her skin would taste, and how to rub
the velvet flat of his tongue across the nub to make her gasp. He wanted to
learn all the sounds she made in bed, the feminine moans and sighs that were
music to a male’s ears.
His sweet female would be
eager that first time, taking him in hand and guiding his straining cock between
her legs. He groaned as he imagined the hot, wet squeeze of her sliding down
around him, a perfect fit that would drive him out of his mind. She’d start
riding him, her breasts jiggling with each rise and fall, and that perfect
friction building between cock and cunt, all hot juices and slippery softness
and his dick going deeper and deeper into her until he could feel the
electricity rising, building at that sweet spot between balls and spine…
He pulled his hand away,
half-enjoying the sparking, stuttering feeling of having his orgasm denied. Now
he just had to wait.
Please,
Laurie, I need you. Come to me.
BIO
Nicola Cameron is a married woman of a
certain age who really likes writing about science fiction, fantasy, and sex.
When not writing about those things, she likes to make Stuff™. And she may be
rather fond of absinthe.
While possessing a healthy interest in
sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to write about it. The
skills picked up during her SF writing career transferred quite nicely to
speculative romance. Her To Be Written work queue currently stands at around
nineteen books, and her mojito-sodden Muse swans in from Bali every so often to
add to the list, cackling to herself all the while.
Nicola plans to continue writing until
she drops dead over her keyboard or makes enough money to buy a private island
and hire Rory McCann as her personal trainer/masseur, whichever comes first.
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