Welcome to the Slippery When Wet Blog Hop!
MM romance is not a fad, a phase or a guilty indulgence. It is something to be celebrated and that is what this blog hop is all about!
My prizes are listed below, and entry is International. Simply leave a comment below, and go into the draw!!
1st Prize -1 x Ebook copy of Delta Blues
1 x Wolf Sanctuary inspired keychain
2nd Prize: 1 x Ebook copy of Wolf Sanctuary
3rd Prize: 1 x Ebook Copy of Cupid's Revenge
For my own celebration, I will be sharing an unedited exerpt from my upcoming release, Delta Blues:
EXCERPT
After a quick phone call to O'Connor—their handler within the council—Marcus led the four of them to the arranged accommodation at a cheap motel across the road from the strip joint. The stained walls and less-than-clean looking bedding of their room at The Cosy Kennel had Gray raising an eyebrow at Marcus, as he finished his quick once-over of the room. Marcus chuckled, "Trust O'Connor to go cheap on the room." He wandered around and poked his head around the corner of the bathroom door, hissing as he pulled back. "I hope you guys weren't planning on using the bathroom. The local roach community is holding a meeting in there. Might be best not to disturb them unless you wanted to be carted away and used for some primitive insect sacrifice. Some of those suckers look like they could give you a run for your money at arm-wrestling, Bo."
Gray turned on Marcus and pointed to the side of one of the matching queen-sized beds taking up the majority of the space in the room. "Sit and start explaining. What the hell was all that back there?"
Marcus eyed the faded paisley print comforter topping the bed with a look of disgust, before gingerly sitting on the very edge. He indicated for the others to take similar positions on the opposite bed.
"We all felt a pull for the little wolf shifter, right?" At the nodded agreement from Lawson and Bo, he continued. "For most of us I take it, the pull was strong but not sexual." He eyed Gray, "And then there's you. You were pumping out enough damn mating pheromones to make a eunuch hard. I'm surprised you didn't jump little red on the stage and claim him there and then in front of us all."
Gray felt his face heating. There was no way he was discussing his cock's reaction to the delicious little shifter. "There was something wrong with his scent. It wasn't right. My wolf might have taken a liking to him, but there was something seriously not right with his scent. It pissed my beast off, actually."
Marcus's eyes narrowed, creases drawing deeply into his forehead as he leant closer and rested his elbows on his knees. "Explain."
Wiping a hand over his face, Gray took a deep breath and tried to gather his thoughts. Bo was still restless, small whimpers escaping as he shook on the bed next to him. Gray wrapped an arm around the smaller man and pulled him close, letting the damaged wolf lean into the nape of his neck to draw his scent in, calming Bo's trembling.
"His scent wasn't natural. Sure he smelt like an all-you-can-eat smorgasbord to my wolf...but when you got close...really close, there was an underlying hint to his musk that just wasn't right. No wolf can smell that aroused, yet be completely soft. The kid rubbed his junk all over my face, as you saw, and I can tell you, he had not one ounce of true arousal coming off him. It was almost like someone had turned on his mating heat, yet turned off his actual physical arousal."
Marcus rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, exhaling loudly in a rush as he looked up at ceiling. "I've heard of something that can do that, but I would need to get closer and take a sniff myself." Gray's beast let a low warning growl slip, surprising even himself with its reaction to Marcus's words.
Marcus chuckled. "Oh yeah...it's you that little red is meant for, all right. The rest of us poor saps are just feeling the pack bond pulling at us, for him. We all know he belongs in our exclusive little pack, in our family. We can feel it deep in our gut...but it's you that he's destined to mate with. Maybe that's why he chose you to rub himself all over, like some unconscious instinct taking over...who knows." Marcus shrugged. "What we need to do now is figure out how to get to him without starting a pack war."
BLURB
In a World where the Alpha are the law, Beta the order, and Omega the knowledge...the Delta have become the oppressed.
The night of
Samhain is fast approaching and for that one night a year, Gray and the last
remaining Dire Wolves—amongst others—are entrusted with the protection of the
veil between worlds, while it's at its thinnest. Add in the threat of a new
drug on the market and they'll have to work twice as hard to keep everyone safe.
The last thing he needs is a sexy little Delta to save.
As a lowly Delta, Red Wolf shifter, Ryan has never known peace. Cast away and unwanted, he is quickly taken captive and trained as a dancer at The Howling, a strip club in the worst part of Praeter. Hungry, abused, and kept in a drug induced fog, his life is nothing...he is nothing, but the orders and twisted demands of his captor. All that changes when he catches the scent of a wolf in the crowd.
Long ebony hair, eyes that can't decide if they're green or blue as they follow him on stage, unable to stop himself, Ryan does the one thing guaranteed to earn punishment. He touches the other wolf. Peace. For those few brief moments, the hunger, the pain, the torment...all gone. The price to feel that respite again, though, could very well be his life.
Don't forget to comment to be entered into the draw for the ebooks and keychain!! Major thanks go to Hennessee Andrews, for creating this blog hop!
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