Book 1 in the Silver Wolf Clan saga
What happens when monsters turn out to be real? One summer night while camping in the woods, Morgan Carter finds out in a big way. A tall mysterious stranger, Greyson Crawford, risks his life to try and save her sister from the vicious wolf attacking their camp. When he’s bitten and disappears into the night, Morgan can only assume the worst.
Greyson shows up a year later, and he’s a different animal altogether. His eye color shifts constantly and the rumble in his throat sounds more animal than human. She hasn’t any idea where he’s been all this time, but a good guess as to what he’s become.
Grey is determined not to let the darkness of his new existence affect Morgan and the little girl in her care. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about Morgan but knows he should stay away and let her live a normal life. That’s easier said than done, though. A new danger pulls him from the shadows to keep her safe, and he’s no wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Can she accept what lurks just below his surface? More importantly, can she survive him?
Kensington Books: http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/book.aspx/30513
Tera Shanley writes in sub-genres that stretch from Paranormal Romance, to Historic Western Romance, to Apocalyptic (zombie) Romance. The common theme? She loves love. A self-proclaimed bookworm, she was raised in small town Texas and could often be found decorating a table at the local library. She currently lives in Dallas with her husband and two young children and when she isn’t busy running around after her family, she’s writing a new story or devouring a good book. Any spare time is dedicated to chocolate licking, rifle slinging, friend hugging, and the great outdoors. For more information about Tera and her work, visit http://www.terashanley.com.
Greyson’s muscles quivered under Morgan’s hand but it likely had nothing to do with the cool rain. He opened his eyes slowly and the brilliance of the golden color pooled there was almost too dazzling to look directly at. Like staring at the sun. No one would mistake those for human eyes.
If she’d had any doubt before about the brand of monster he’d become, those liquid amber eyes put them to rest. He pulled his hood back and the chin-length dark blond hair from her memory fell forward into his face. She moved a strand to the side. He’d lost weight in the past year. He hadn’t had an ounce to lose in the first place, but it looked as if he’d struggled to stay healthy. His eyebrows, just a shade darker than his hair, were furrowed but he let her drink him in. He was playing fair. For all she knew, he’d been watching her the entire year. It was her turn now.
His nose was straight and his jaw line masculine. From the brief moments she’d known him out in those woods, she’d seen how intoxicating he was. He’d been a fearless warrior bent on that murdering wolf’s destruction, no matter the cost. Here, in the dirty alley under the relentless clouds, with those glorious feral eyes and a snarl in his chest, Greyson Crawford was utterly consuming.
Softly, she said, “You’re beautiful.”
His shaky whisper tore at her. “I’m a monster.”
As part of the ongoing Hydra Blog hop this week, I have Missy Goodman here for a visit. Melissa Goodman was born and raised in Louisville, Kentucky. She’s a diehard member of the University of Kentucky’s Big Blue Nation and a lover of all things Nascar, reality television and fairytale endings. She can be contacted at MelissaGoodmanWriter@ gmail.com.
Her new book is called It’s Your Love, and if the cover is any indication, it ties a whole lot of Melissa’s interests all together in a nice package.
Here’s her excerpt:
“It’s about time,” said Kade. He was leaning with his back against the wall. He had not bothered to glance her way. He came across as if it was completely natural for him to be standing there.
“I’m an ass,” he said as if it was the only explanation needed.
So she agreed with him, “And?”
Kade stood up straight. With his hang dog expression Allie fought the urge to forgive him on the spot.
“I didn’t mean to pry. I’m sorry.”
“I live a very public life. There are some things I just like to keep private.”
“You don’t have to explain,” she said, “I understand.”
He held out his hand and gave her a wink. “So what now? Do we start over?”
His hand was Kade himself. Warm, strong with the right mixture of soft and rough. Touching him felt right. It felt like nothing could go wrong as long as she was in his embrace. It felt as if Allie had come home. If he didn’t feel the same, God help her.
Kade let out a breath that he wasn’t aware of holding when she took his hand. When Allie left the table he had considered what she said. He had even gone as far as to start his way over to the blond. About ten feet away he changed directions. He never walked away from a sure thing. He especially didn’t leave a woman he knew was willing for one that had just dumped him. Waiting outside the ladies’ room was agonizing. Kade had done his best to look like he was doing anything other than waiting for a woman. When the blond and her friends passed by trying to catch his eye Kade knew that he had dodged a bullet.
Then Allie appeared and Kade knew. It amazed him how wrong people were. He didn’t hear bells and whistles, what he heard was a soft voice that called to his soul. A missing piece he hadn’t been aware was missing until she placed her hand in his.
Sounds like a great read, Missy! Best wishes and thanks for visiting!