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Saturday, March 16, 2013

Disappointmentville: Roxie's Protectors Series, Book 1

Format: Kindle Edition | File Size: 197 KB | Release Date: October 2009 | Publisher: Liquid Silver Books | Obtained: Liquid Silver Books

"Roan's Fall" [Roxie's Protectors Series, Book 1] by Marisa Chenery

My Book Summary : After 1,000 years, Roan finally finds his mate while being Roxie's bodyguard during her hair salon appointment. It should be a wonderful occasion during normal circumstances but Roan finds that his new mate, Ansley, is mortal so he's nervous about scaring her off but coming on to strong and mating her before he can admit to her everything she needs to know. The only trouble now is that every time he tries to tell her his big secret one thing leads to another and talking is the last thing that they end up doing. Will Roan find a way to make everything right and Ansley feel intrigued by his secrets? Or will he need Roxie to help dig him out of the mess he makes?

My Book Review : 2.5 out of 5 stars. A guy finds his mate but is unsure of how to tell her that he's a werewolf.

I really wanted to like this novel. The beginning was cute but after that, the plot really doesn't go anywhere. I wish the characters had more depth, I suppose. As well, I wish that Ansley's shyness didn't make her seem as weak as she appears to be.

I don't recommend this novel but I'm curious see where this series will go since Roan's pack of unmated brothers seemed interesting. =0)

Author's Novel Extras : Roan's Fall Excerpt | My New Cover | Roan’s Fall Release Date | Marissa Chenery Interview | Roan’s Fall is out | Roan’s Fall is a bestseller | I’m A Lories Finalist

Author's Series Extras : Cover for His She-Wolf Warrior | A New Contract | Another Book Sold | Another Best Seller | Another Liquid Silver Book’s Contract | One More Cover | Jager’s Mate Release Date | Jager’s Mate Was Released | Another Contract | Leif’s Surrender Cover | Leif’s Surrender Release Date | Leif’s Surrender is now out | Two New Contracts | A New Contract | Skylar’s Devotion Release Date | Skylar’s Devotion Now Out | A New Contract | Publisher Change | Three New Covers and a Release Date | Kye’s Heart Now Out | New Contract | Dirk’s Love Now Out | New Covers | New Release & Changed Release Date | New Print Book | Miles’s Redemption Now Out

Book Teaser(s) :
With all these hunky men around her, she had a hard time not staring at each of them. They all looked as if they had walked off a cover of a romance novel. Each one of them exuded confidence and sex appeal. She doubted any of them had trouble getting a woman. Not that she was interested in Roan’s brothers in that way. Roan’s good looks attracted her more than his brothers’ did.
Noticing the room had gone completely silent, Ansley looked at the men who stood around her. From the scowl on Roan’s face, she realized she had been caught staring. She gave him a sheepish smile. “Hey, as long as they’re here I’m going look. I’m not dead you know.” Ansley cringed when the last word left her mouth. That hadn’t exactly been smart to tell the man she’d just slept with that she had been ogling his brothers. Her cursed mouth had done it again. ~ within Chapter 5
For more information on this book, series, and/or any other books by Marisa, then please check out her website.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Disappointmentville: The Paladins Series, Book 1

- This is an ARC book - Available Formats through Amazon: Kindle Edition - File Size: 321 KB | Expected Release Date: December 27, 2015 | Publisher: Liquid Silver Books | Obtained: Magic of Books Promotions

"Wolf's Blade" [The Paladins Series, Book 1] by Clare Dargin

Author's Book Description : Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a murderer. Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How can Callum fulfill his duty to protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate? Filled with passion, action, and suspense, "Wolf’s Blade" is Book 1 of Clare Dargin’s new paranormal romance series, The Paladins.

My Book Review : 2.5 out of 5 stars, Callum has been away from his pack for a while on the hunt for the werewolf who stole a sacred dagger that, if all the stars align right, has the ability to make its owner the King of all wolf kind. The major problem is the thief is only doing it for the power of it all and will stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if that means killing anyone in his path and taking the one woman Callum believes is the one for him. Will Callum be able to achieve his goal against all odds or will evil finally win…

I admit I’m having a hard time reviewing this novel. While its plot and main characters intrigued me, I found this novel didn’t flow as smoothly as I would have liked, which made me struggle to get through it at times. Nevertheless, I LOVED Callum’s integrity and tenacity to do what he believed was right no matter what odds seemed to be stacked against him. In addition, as the novel progressed I found myself interested and slightly invested in the plot that by the end I was hoping for more.

Overall, I DO recommend this novel to those looking for a unique paranormal romance.

Purchase This Book and/or The Other Books From It's Series Here :
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My Previous Review(s) for this Author : Merry "Chris" Mas

Author's Novel Extras : Coming Soon from Me! My First Paranormal Shifter Romance- Wolf's Blade: The Paladins 1 | A New Paranormal Shifter Romance- Wolf's Blade by Clare Dargin | #BlogTour For #WolfsBlade By #ClareDargin #Erotic #Menage #Romance #PNR #Paranormal #Shifter | Wow a Four star Review for My #Paranormal #Shifter #Romance - Wolf's Blade | The Smexy Romance Blog Hop and Giveaway! #Prizes #Excerpts #GrandPrizes #Erotic #Romances #TonsOfAuthors!

Book Teaser(s) :
"Has human society become so twisted that they need security measures inside a hospital? What is the world coming to?" He slammed the car door, disgusted. ~ within Chapter 4
"His lycan?" she asked, approaching him. "They are a myth. They don't exist among our kind."
He rubbed his face as a pained look swept across his expression.
"Make no mistake, my she-wolf, they are very real."
"How do you know?"
"Because I am one." ~ within Chapter 8

Book Preview(s) :
For more information on this book, series, and/or any other books by Clare, then please check out her Amazon Acct.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Made the Grade: Hybrid Misfit by Eve Langlais

Format: Kindle Edition | File Size: 340 KB | Release Date: May 2011 | Publisher: Liquid Silver Books | Obtained:

"Hybrid Misfit" by Eve Langlais

My Book Summary : Beth (Trixi) is what she likes to call a hybrid misfit. She was born human but when she was young, she was diagnosed with leukemia and after a few years of nothing working her parents signed her up for some experimental treatments that turned her into what she is today .... however, even though she now understands her duel natures she has no idea as to what she actually is. =0/ But over the years she has found away to survive on her own and now she'll do whatever it takes to make sure she'll make it through whatever comes her way.

If only she can stand up against the Army of Light and the Legion of Darkness then everything may work out for her, and if her new lovers have anything to say about it, she will beat them all...

My Book Review : THIS BOOK WAS A REREAD:: Then (July 2011): 3 out of 5 stars | Now (March 2013): 3.5 out of 5 stars!! Beth, Simon, and Gene are a match mate in ... well not heaven but definitely in limbo! =0)

This novel was spicy, thrilling, and funny the whole way through. I liked the mystery (at first) about learning Simon's nature. Then reading about Beth's "girl power" tendencies made you cheer for her throughout the novel. In addition, I enjoyed learning Gene's mystic ways and flirtatious personality! Very entertaining!

I recommend it to anyone who enjoys quirky paranormal erotic romances!

- On a side note -
I wish/hope Ms. Langlais will write novel/novellas about Beth's best friends, Lana & Claire, since this novel talks a lot about them but doesn't let you know what their up to after the big battle at all.

My Previous Review(s) for this Author : Bunny And The Bear

My Previous Mention(s) of this Author's Books/Characters : Best Book Couples -- Happy Valentine's Day 2013 | Feasted On: Ridgeville Series, Book 5

Author's Novel Extras : Hybrid Misfit Excerpt | Let’s see who’s paying attention...

Book Teaser(s) :
“But they’re vampires?” Lana said, her eyes narrowing. “So who was nuts enough to jump in and help you? Or should I say what?”
“Well, I never did find out what Simon was, although I do guarantee he’s not human.” That got the girls bouncing in excitement.
“Is he hot?”
“Does he have a brother?”
I laughed at their reaction. “He is drop dead gorgeous and built like an ox. And while I didn’t find out if he had a brother, he does have a friend who’s a genie.”
Claire squealed and Lana leaned forward eagerly. “This I need to hear about.”
I told them about waking up at Simon’s place and meeting Gene. They giggled when they learned about his actual bottle. They sighed over my description of both men. And exclaimed when they heard how I’d gotten home with magically produced donuts.
Lana held her donut in front of her and eyed it suspiciously. Shrugging, she took a bite. “Damn, for a magic donut, it sure tastes good.” ~ within Chapter 3
“We have reservations,” Simon said tugging me forward to stand before the podium which had a thick book open on top.
“Your name?” asked the lizard thing with what I could have sworn was a sneer.
I’m not sure what Simon did behind me, but the maĆ®tre d’ recoiled and adopted a more servile expression. “Of course, sir. Sorry for not recognizing you. Please, follow me.”
We followed the lizard man—who, to my amusement, had a tail sticking out of the back of his pants. We passed dozens of tables, partially hidden in shadows, but not dark enough for me to not realize that most of the patrons weren’t descended from Adam and Eve. I recognized some species—like the dwarves with their big beards and short, stocky stature. There were some fairies with gossamer wings whose sizes ranged from Thumbelina to human sized. The one eyed scary dude was, if I remembered my mythology correctly, a Cyclops. And at the sight of a bright blue demon, I clutched tightly at Simon’s arm.
He followed my gaze and patted my hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry. We’ll explain it in a second.”
His words made my eyes widen, because I immediately grasped the implication. “You’re using me as bait,” I hissed. I’d actually contemplated doing that and it was part of the plan I’d meant to broach over dinner. It annoyed me that they’d acted without consulting me first, even if I’d had the some thought.
“I prefer the term ‘showing you off,’” Gene replied as we arrived at our table and he pulled out a chair for me. ~ within Chapter 5
For more information on this book and/or any other books by Eve, then please check out her website.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Blog Tour - Made the Grade: Darkest Wolf by Rebecca Royce | Guest Post, Review, & Giveaway

Today I'm turning my blog over to Rebecca Royce, who is talking about her biggest challenges while writing!

ALSO -- Be sure to comment on this post to be able to sign up for this tour's GIVEAWAYs (listed below)!! [Blog Tour will run from April 16 - May 11, 2012]

What is the hardest challenge when writing a werewolf/paranormal romance novel?? :

I think that people have a lot of expectations when it comes to their werewolves. I didn’t invent the genre, but I stepped into it. Readers have expectations for their werewolves. In general, they want Alpha males with strong, mission driven stories that are hot and loving. But, I don’t want to write exactly what I’ve written in the past and I don’t want to do what other writers have done.

This puts a lot of pressure on each book to be different, engaging, and well written. Fortunately, I love it. I’m so glad readers seem to love it too.

About the Author :

As a teenager, Rebecca Royce would hide in her room to read her favorite romance novels when she was supposed to be doing her homework. She hopes, these days, that her parents think it was well worth it.

Rebecca is the mother of three adorable boys and is fortunate to be married to her best friend. They live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months.

She's in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and tries to use all of these elements in her writing. She's been told she's a little bloodthirsty so she hopes that when you read her work you'll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. Rebecca loves to write series because she loves to see characters develop over time and it always makes her happy to see her favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In Rebecca Royce's world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

- This is an ARC book - Available Formats through Kindle Edition - File Size: 243 KB | Expected Release Date: March 2012 | Publisher: Liquid Silver Books | Obtained: Goddess Fish Promotions

"Darkest Wolf" [The Westervelt Wolves Series, Book 7] by Rebecca Royce

My Book Summary : Randolph (Rex) is the youngest of the Kane brothers and was recently branded a traitor (again) by his pack. Now the only way Tristan (his oldest brother and his pack Alpha) will believe him to not be a traitor is to leave the pack and bring back a witch, even if she doesn't want to cooperate with him. However, he never expected to come across his mate along the way. He especially wasn't planning that his mate would be a witch!

Elizabeth (Liz) has been cursed years ago to look horrid by the woman who took over her coven. So, when Rex kidnaps Liz from the twin-witches that she's been serving and informs her that she is his mate, Liz believes that Rex is fooling her. However, it's nice that he looks her in the eye, which is something others haven't done since the curse was put on her (not even her friends and family), and says she's beautiful as he can see her true looks.

Nevertheless, they both have grown up to believe that the other is a natural enemy. Therefore, will they be able to overcome their initial dislike for the other and work together so they can get rid of Liz's curse and then she can help Rex's family? Or will they work against each other and unintentionally hurt the other by not following their own growing feelings??

My Book Review : 3 out of 5 stars! Follow this world win romance between two characters (Rex and Liz) that seem to have a poor view of their selves and learn with them what they are willing to do for those they care about. This novel has twists in the plot that I never saw coming but they enhanced the plot and this series in ways that make me VERY curious as to what will happen in the next book!! What I also enjoyed was Rex and Liz, how they showed their vulnerabilities without even meaning too and how they got to know each other by slowly proving themselves to each other. It was all very sweet to read about.

I recommend this novel to anyone who already enjoys this series and to those who like paranormal romance novels!

My Previous Interview(s) with this Author or the Author's Characters : February 2012 | April 2012

My Previous Review(s) for this Author : Love Beyond Loyalty | Love Beyond Sight

Author's Series Extras : Lets Talk About Westervelt

Book Teaser(s) :
“Tell me about them.”
“The twins? What’s to tell? They are spoiled and bratty. It’s weird to talk about them that way since they are grown women, but dealing with them is like dealing with children. They want what they want. Their mother makes sure they get it.”
He nodded. “And when things go askew they punish you by using their magic since your own was suppressed thanks to the curse.”
“You’ve nailed it.”
She didn’t tell him about the beatings and the emotional abuse. Those were her secrets. The shame she hadn’t been able to protect herself from anything ever would stay with her for the rest of her life. For some reason, it felt pivotal to her Rex never knew that side of her.
Luck was never on her side but maybe, just maybe, this time she’d get to keep her secret shame her own and not have to share it with the world for their ridicule. Of course, given he was Rex, he could probably smell she wasn’t telling him something.
“We’ll stop them, witch. I promise.”
She rolled her eyes. “I hate that you call me witch. Change one letter and it’s a completely hurtful word.”
He laughed, which made her want to deck him. ~ within Chapter 6
For more information on this book, series, and/or any other books by Rebecca, then please check out her website.

Book Excerpt :

Chapter One

The smells of human overindulgence wafted through his nose, making him want to turn on his heel and go out the way he’d gone in.

Rex Kane observed the scene before him with a strange amount of detachment, considering he was currently seeing his mate for the very first time. Two women—no, witches, he corrected—lay in strangely positioned forms frozen on the floor. Twins, he would guess them to be. Possibly even identical. He sniffed the air. Yep, they had matching scents. They were the very rare, but absolutely possible oddity, of identical twins. He would never be able to tell them apart, not by smell anyway.

His gaze moved slowly over the diner’s kitchen. At the moment, the twin witches offered no threat to him. They’d been frozen. He had no idea how long they’d stay immobile and, truth was, he didn’t particularly care. Witches didn’t frighten him. They annoyed the piss out of him—there was a difference.

The unconscious man, who, unless his nose was completely off, would wake up again shortly, also didn’t bother him. No, the elderly gentleman seemed to be temporarily stunned. He was also human. Not a threat.

But Rex did feel nervous and, considering how rarely anxiety bothered him, he was willing to acknowledge the sensation for a few brief seconds before he would deny it had ever happened completely. He raised an eyebrow and forced his attention to stay on the source of his temporary anxiety: his mate.

You’re sure she’s mine? He had to ask his wolf again. Maybe there’d been some kind of mistake. The universe couldn’t be this cruel to him.

Ours. His wolf bristled at the question. His canine half had never liked being questioned over anything.

She’s not even a wolf. Rex crossed his hands over his chest. She’s not even latent. She possesses no wolf blood whatsoever. Wouldn’t you like to make a different choice for us?

Fate has chosen and she is perfect. In another second his inner-canine might start growling at him. Rex couldn’t remember the last time he and his other half had been so at odds with one another. It had been decades at least.

He sighed. She’s a witch.

And therein lay the problem. Rex hated witches. As far as he was concerned, witches were the bane of humanity. All witches should be put to death before they were allowed to cause any more trouble. In fact, he’d been sent out by his brother to find a witch and bring her back—willing or not—to Westervelt in order to help them with a problem they faced because of other witches.

Hell, this sucks.

His wolf made a sound somewhere between a harrumph and a sigh, which seemed a little odd for a canine. Your opinion is noted.

“Witch.” Rex spoke to the woman who would be with him for eternity. “What exactly is going on in this room?”

The little woman glared at him. Her hair fell somewhere between the shades of brown and blonde, hanging low past her shoulders. He had no idea what to call the unusual color but he felt certain she would know how she wanted it referred. Women were particular when it came to their own presentation. She’d either think of herself as being blonde or brunette, and he better not make the mistake of calling it something else or she might turn him into a frog.

Her blue eyes flared with anger and another emotion he didn’t know how to define. She stood up, and even then she barely reached his midsection. His mate was also small.

Wonderful. She’s also breakable. How fantastic.

Sarcasm is beneath you, Randolph. Only his wolf ever used his full name. He hated it.

“Wolf,” she snapped back at him. “What does it look like? They’re frozen, he’s out cold, and I’m going to be dead, dead, dead before the day is over.”

“No you will not.” He scoffed at the idea. No one would harm her. Whatever this—situation—entailed, he would handle it like he did everything else: with just enough violence to ensure it never happened again.

“Oh yes? You’re some kind of prophet? You can read the future?” She fisted her hands, and he had to suppress the smile threatening to take charge of his face. Whoever this witch turned out to be, she had a spine of steel. Confidence seemed incredibly important as a quality for his mate. Things tended to go to hell quickly for his pack.

“Who are you anyway, and what are you doing here? I’ve had enough wolves today to last me a lifetime.”

“Oh yes? Been consorting with a lot of wolves lately?” He sniffed the air. Yes, the witch was correct. There had been wolves here. A female, if he wasn’t mistaken. He didn’t know her but she had a familiar scent to her like a distant memory he couldn’t make surface. The other wolf—male—he knew, and he almost gasped at the familiarity. Parker Lewis. He hadn’t seen or heard from him in almost forty years. He’d vanished right after the world had nearly ended for his pack. They’d thought he’d died with his parents.

What the hell had he been doing in this truck stop diner in New Jersey?

No matter. Both Parker and the she-wolf were gone now. He’d have to inform Tristan and move on. He had an agenda and it didn’t include finding Parker and the mysterious female wolf, at least, not yet.

The unknown human man on the floor groaned. Rex watched him silently for a second before growing bored. He extended his hand to the witch. “Come on. We need to leave.”

She looked at his outstretched offering as if he’d handed her the sharp end of a sword to hold. “You need to leave. I need to decide how the hell I’m getting out of trouble and I need to decide fast. Skedaddle. I can’t deal with you now. Go do whatever wolves do, whoever you are.”

“My name is Rex Kane.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Oh great. A Kane. Today just became more complete for me. Out on one of your witch-killing expeditions?”

“It is polite when someone gives you their name to give them one back.” He didn’t want to tell her his true mission wasn’t to kill a witch but to kidnap one. His stop at the diner had been fateful. He’d been filling his car up with gas when he’d scented them inside.

“You want to talk to me about manners?” She stomped forward. “I don’t deal with murderers. I certainly don’t give them my name.”

Nodding, he looked around the room. “As far as I can tell, you have two choices. You can stay here with this motley crew.” He pointed to the still frozen witch-sisters. “Or you can come with me and let me fix whatever problem you are having.” Why did no one ever see the simple solutions he did? Why did everyone have to make life so complicated? Things were never nearly as difficult as they first seemed to be.

“Simple, huh?” She shook her head. “Seems like it’s out of the frying pan and into the flame.”

He shook his head. “Are your words some kind of expression I should be familiar with?” Humans and their idiocy...

“You might know it if you ever left your strange island but you wolves don’t travel much, do you? You prefer to stay there and fester in between killing witches everywhere you go.”

Seems like she doesn’t like wolves.

Was his wolf just now paying attention? “Let me be clear.” He stepped toward her. Over the stink of grease and fatty foods he could smell her personal aroma. He’d always loved citrus. It made everything seem clean and pure. His mate—whoever she was—smelled like oranges right off the tree. His mouth watered. For the first time ever he had the inclination to grab another being and kiss them—hard—with or without their consent. I crave her.

His wolf sighed. I know. Restrain yourself, won’t you?

“You can come with me willingly or I will take you without your consent. Your choice. Make it, nameless-one.”

She threw her hands in the air. “Why are you even concerning yourself with this? I’m no one to you. Move on.”

“I’m afraid I can’t.” Since he’d found her, he’d have to deal with her regardless of predilection for the dark arts. Was it possible to stop being a witch or was it something where once you started you could never stop?

“Why, by the goddess, can you not?” She covered her mouth. “Now I’m sounding like you. Did anyone ever teach you how to speak so you’d sound more normal?”

“Yes.” He extended his hand again. “I would prefer to have this conversation elsewhere.”

“Why? What conversation are we having?”

He growled at her defiance. His mate defined stubbornness with her pert chin she held high in the air. “You are my mate, witch, and you will come with me wherever I go from now on.”

Silence filled the room. The sound of diners’ complaints from the main restaurant travelled through the double doors to make up the only sound in the area except for the occasional hiss of the fry grill, which he suspected needed to be fiddled with or turned off. The witch had yet to react to his announcement. She stared at him, openmouthed like a landed fish.

“Rex Kane.” Her voice sounded hoarse. “I am not your mate. I could never, would never be a mate to a creature like you. Go find one of your own abominations to play with.”

He’d had enough. With a growl he hadn’t planned and couldn’t control, he picked the tiny woman up over his shoulder. She shrieked and kicked her feet. “Put me down this very instant or I will make you sorry you ever touched me.”

“Try it and I will make you repent.” His sisters-in-law had temporarily warded him from witches. It wouldn’t last forever. Hence the reason why they needed a witch—they could never permanently protect themselves from the evil ministrations of his father’s pet coven.

He couldn’t take her out through the diner. In this day and age, humans had rules about abduction and, if she wanted to, the witch could make his life miserably harder than it need be. He would still get her out of there but he could do without the scene she would cause.

Instead, he carted her out the back door of the kitchen. The smell of restaurant garbage made him want to gag as he hurried with the screaming woman still perched over his shoulder toward his van. “Witch, you will listen.”

She snarled, an impressive sound considering she was not a canine. “Wolf, you will put me down.”

“I will.” He nodded. “Inside my van. I can either tie you up and stick you in the back, or you can behave like a well brought up woman and sit up front with me.”

“You have no idea how I was brought up.”

“I will have your choice.”

She cursed. “The back of the van.”

Fine. So far Rex’s mating was not going the way he might have hoped. None of his brothers had this much trouble with their soul mates. His brother Tristan had been trapped as a wolf, his brother Theo had accidentally managed to take part of the soul of a demon inside of him, Az’s mate had herself been stuck as a wolf, and Michael had mated a latent wolf-shifter who had been horribly abused. And, yet, none of them had found a mate as bad-tempered as his. Hell, he still didn’t know this witch’s name.

Thumping her down on the inside of the van, he grabbed some rope he kept stored there. Also collected were lots of tools and assorted weaponry he might need whenever he left the island. All of his equipment would have to be moved up front because even tied up he suspected his mate-slash-witch would find a way to wound him if she could.

She was going to have to go up front with him whether she liked it or not. He grabbed the rope and tied her wrists. “I really don’t want to do this to you. I have no interest in tying you up.”

Her eyes flared with anger. “I thought you wolves were into all kinds of kinky stuff.”

Rex rolled his eyes. The woman would say anything to get a rise out of him at the moment. “When I have your hands on me sexually, I won’t want you tied.” She gulped, the muscles on her neck stretching slightly. He wondered if he’d made her mouth go dry. “Nothing to say?”

With her wrists fully secured, he heaved her over his shoulder again. “Stop. Right now. I don’t like how you’re holding me. It makes me feel like you’re going to drop me on the ground.”

“Witch, if you weighed twice what you do, I wouldn’t drop you. I’m a wolf-shifter. I can carry three times my own body weight.”

“Good to know.” She kicked again, this time landing a blow on his chest. It stung but he wouldn’t rub it, not in front of her. In their power struggle, he would come up on top. This witch would not be allowed to see him weak, even if she were his mate.

She is.

He wanted to slam his wolf. Shut up. “I would think you would be pleased. You said they were going to kill you. I’ve removed you from the situation, witch.”

“Would you please stop calling me witch?” Her eyes flared as he placed her in the front passenger side of his blue van, bending over to buckle her in like she was a child who needed help.

“What else should I call you since you won’t tell me your name?” He closed the door and used his key remote to lock her in while he walked to the driver’s side. If she managed to escape and run away, he would catch her with no trouble. But the time he spent doing it could be better spent getting back to Maine. If he rushed, he would be there in seven hours.

In an irony not lost on him, this wasn’t his first time in New Jersey picking up a mate he needed to bring back to Maine. The only difference was the first time Tristan had been with him, stuck in wolf form, and Tristan’s mate Ashlee had at least accepted she was mated to Tristan.

Also, it hadn’t been his fate and soul on the line. Which seemed, he rapidly discovered, to make all the difference. Was he doomed to spar with this woman’s attitude for the rest of eternity?

Not the rest. You will start to age as soon as you take care of the sexual part of mating. Then you’ll live a normal and happy life like the rest of your family.

Only if I can avoid getting murdered by my father. His wolf had left the troubling part out of the happily-ever-after scenario.

Yes, if you can manage to not get killed.

He opened the car door and slipped inside, keys in hand. The witch stared at him through hooded eyes. He didn’t like her quietness, not one bit. Sniffing the air, he tried to get a sense of what her emotions were based on her smell. Most of his brothers couldn’t decipher as well as he could. It had been his gift—and burden—since childhood. Having a really sensitive nose made it impossible to do certain things. Before he’d learned to control it, the faintest aromas could make him physically ill. If something was about to go bad in the refrigerator, he might be sick for days.

The other side of his scent issues was he could easily discern things other wolf-shifters could not: like the moods of those around him. Right now, his orange-scented mate smelled ... perturbed. She wasn’t really angry nor was she confused. The witch radiated a feeling somewhere in between.

“If I tell you my name, will you let me go?”

“No.” He didn’t like her feeling any anger at all. In her position, he might too be annoyed. Still, something inside of him he didn’t want to particularly examine churned at the thought she had displeasure with him.

“I didn’t think so.” She sank down in her seat. “I don’t know why I’m surprised I’m being kidnapped by a psychotic witch-killing wolf. These sorts of things happen to me all the time.”

Really? He started the car and pulled it into traffic, watching where he went to make sure he did so in a safe manner. He wouldn’t risk her by being careless. “It does?”

“Sure. I’m cursed, after all, which doesn’t happen if you have great luck.”

“You’re cursed?” He nearly stuttered on the word. Rex knew something about curses. They’d all lived with one for thirty years until Ashlee had come and the pack had thrown it out. Most of the pack had died because of the blasted thing. “But you’re a witch.”

She shook her head. “Look, Kane.”

He really wished she wouldn’t use his last name to address him. It reminded him too much of his father. But he had no desire to interrupt her when she talked. Her voice had a lyrical, soothing quality he wanted to listen to for a while.

“I wasn’t born this ugly. In my normal form I’m not gorgeous, but I’m not grotesque either. People can look at me without wincing. I appreciate you’ve chosen not to flinch or look away. You’re the second wolf today to do so, which is, actually, incredibly kind considering what you all are. But don’t you want to abduct a better-looking person? Surely, there can’t be much fun in this.”

Rex felt dumbfounded. He’d always prided himself on being a smart man. But he couldn’t make head or tails of what she’d just said to him. “Let me see if I can understand what you are saying.”

She shifted in her seat, and he wished he could trust her so he could untie her wrists. “Okay.”

“People can’t look at you without flinching?”

“Correct.” She motioned to her face. “Can you blame them?”

He ignored her question. “Why is this?”

“Because of the sores, the puss, the misshapen nose, the way my eyes are narrowed, my stringy hair and the other ways in which I now resemble a stereotypical crone.” She swung her head around to look out the window into the sunset. “And by the way, I take it back. You’re an asshole for making me list all the things wrong with me when you can see them perfectly for yourself.”

“Witch, I cannot see any of what you described. Do you need what the humans call a psychiatrist? Are you unwell?” He sniffed at the air. She didn’t smell of mental illness.

Her head turned around, the eyes he could now see had as much gray in them as they did blue stared back at him. “Are you serious or just playing some kind of a game? Because I know the wolf earlier could see how horrendous I looked.”

“You are of petite stature. Your breasts are round and look like they would fill up my hands.” She sucked in her breath as he said his words but he wasn’t done. “You have brownish-blondish hair. I will call it whatever color you would like me to call it. Your eyes are ... beautiful. Blue, gray. Your nose is not askew. By contrast, I would call it pert. Your chin is stubborn. All in all, if you were not a witch, I would call you a pixie.”

She was silent for two seconds before tears slid down her face. Silent, she did not wipe them away. Neither did she slip into hysterics. “I used to look as you described me.”

“It’s how you look to me.”

“How?” She shook her head.

“I’m your mate. I see you as you are, witch.”

“My name is Liz. Stop calling me witch.”

He felt a smile twitch at his mouth. He’d gotten the name. Already, he’d made progress. If only it would be as easy to get her to save his pack.

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