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Happy Sunday everyone!
Tomorrow is the exciting release day for Wild Mates: Dark Moon Redemption, BML 4. For those of you who’ve been waiting for Jordan’s story, it’s almost here! It is available for pre-order at Siren (www.bookstrand.com/wild-mates-dark-moon-redemption), and will be available for 15% off the original price. Don’t miss out!
In anticipation for WM’s release, I’m going to give away one copy (e-book) of Wild Mates tomorrow 🙂 Here’s the contest: Leave a comment to this blog post by noon EST tomorrow, February 25th, telling me what you love to read in a paranormal romance. Are you looking for sweet, happy love, or something a little more gritty and hard to earn?
I would love to hear from you if you’ve read any of the previous BML books (if you haven’t, it will NOT affect your chances of winning 🙂 ). Which was your favorite story? Why?
So I leave you with a brand new excerpt from Wild Mates, just a small taste of the battle Jordan faces between the evil inside him and the woman who he blames for it.
I look forward to hearing from everyone!
“May I use the bathroom?” she asked, the hyper-timid tone of her
voice pulling him up short. He took a drink of his beer and cast her a
masked glance over his shoulder. Her fingers knotted against her lap.
Her eyes fluttered toward him and just as quickly lowered to the floor.
He gave her credit. She knew how to play submissive very well.
“You haven’t been home all day,” she reminded quietly.
Jordan let out an exasperated sigh and turned to her. He eyed her,
banishing the urge to release her from the constraints. Cautiously, he
allowed his nudging wolf the chance to brush alongside hers for a
better understanding of her game. To his disappointment, he sensed
no deception. Instead, an unexpected tinge of innocence flowed
through her spirit. He narrowed his eyes on her, curiosity rooting deep
in his soul.
He crossed the room, drawing out the key to the padlock. After
separating the collar from the chain, he motioned to the bathroom.
Lilia ducked her head as she passed him.
“Door open,” he growled when she began to close it. Her gaze
lifted to him, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He arched a
brow, lifting the beer to his lips. “You stole modesty from your
victims. You deserve none here.”
He didn’t take his eyes off her, making a point that he watched
every damn move she made, until she lowered herself to the toilet.
Even in his state of turmoil, he couldn’t bring himself to invade every
aspect of Lilia’s privacy.
Turning away, he began picking up tufts of foam and tossing them
onto the mattress, trying to ignore the faint throb haunting his cock.
The longer he ignored the attraction to his enemy, the calmer the beast
“I can help you clean up,” Lilia offered, stepping into the room.
Jordan flashed her a perturbed glance and pointed to the chain on the
wall. Lilia frowned. “I’m not going to try to escape.”
“I don’t want your help.” Jordan swept an arm across the room.
“This is what your help created.”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the corner, making
quick work of securing her with the chain leash. Her stomach growled
as she lowered herself to her knees on the scrap of a blanket he
must’ve cast aside during the night.
Jordan kicked the roll toward her with the toe of his boot and went
about cleaning up the mess of his room.
“There are more wolves roaming the forest. They’re ruined
wolves, dangerous and feral. Eva didn’t finish reprogramming them.
They’re broken. They have no control. All they know is the hunt, the
bloodlust that consumes them until it’s slaked.”
Jordan tucked the splintered pieces of wood into the gaping
mattress, giving into his wolf’s curiosity about Lilia’s claim. He,
however, wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of lending her an ounce of
his physical attention, despite the growing desires churning in his gut.
He scented her musk, the subtle hints of her arousal after her acute
perusal of his backside. Her fucking wolf slinked closer to his, her
head bowed in submission. She knew her alpha and knew her place
with him. What disturbed him most was the reaction his spirit had to
His wolf coaxed her closer, offering her the comfort he did not
want to give her in physical form. When that damn beast reared up,
jowls pulled back from sharp white teeth, Lilia’s wolf quivered but
did not back down.
The spiritual standoff shook his thoughts.
“I’m not sure what Eva did to them,” she continued, her words
heavy with concern. “These are different than the originals. They’re
uncontrollable, which makes them extremely dangerous. Eva wanted
them to hunt the whites, but I think these will hunt anything.”
Jordan rested his beer bottle on the floor and gathered the fan
motor with its dangling wires and broken blades. He shoved it deep
into the mattress with a grunt.
“My sister has deceived me in the past. I wouldn’t be surprised if
she was creating a new breed of were.”
There was an edge to her words, a tension that made his wolf
bristle in response to the beast threatening Lilia. Everything in this
moment wound together, making little sense to him but causing an
unnerving reaction within his soul. He stopped himself from turning
and giving her his full attention, jamming more foam between the
“I wish you would speak with me,” Lilia said quietly.
Jordan scowled silently to himself. Yeah, he wanted to say a few
things to her, things that he had no right to say after everything she
caused for him and Kasa. He wanted to acknowledge her arousal,
slake his own hunger, and forget the past.
Lifting the mattress onto its side, ensuring none of his deeply
packed contents came loose, he slid the mattress through the doorway,
lending the only sounds to the room other than her breathing and the
occasional rattle of her chain leash.
Jordan didn’t spare her a glance on his way out. He feared his own
sanity would be lost if he looked upon her pitiful expression. These
short stints in her presence wore on him more than the war with the
beast. His wolf recognized a sign so primitive that even he couldn’t
deny it, but he would.
He plucked out the two bundles of rope he’d bought earlier and
turned his attention away from the tumultuous thoughts long enough
to haul the mattress into the bed of his truck and tie it down.
There would be plenty of time to wage a new war between wolf
Hello to all on this fabulous Friday!
I hope everyone had a sexy, steamy, too-hot-to-handle Valentine’s Day! Chocolate, wine, and a bit of pampering galore is what I’m talking about.
In addition to a wonderful heart day, I learned that the exciting final installment to the BML series, Wild Mates: Dark Moon Redemption is available for pre-order at http://www.bookstrand.com/wild-mates-dark-moon-redemption. As promised, here’s a sneak peek at Jordan and Lilia’s (oh yes, everyone. The Lilia) story. If you want a nice, sexy excerpt, be sure to head over to Siren’s website by clicking or copying and pasting the link above.
And here it is!
A month after Jordan Jones was shot by Lilia, handed over to her mad sister, and suffered through a brutal night of torture, he captures the last living Dark Moon sister. His desire for revenge takes an unexpected turn when his wolf spirit recognizes Lilia as his mate, but the beast inside him craves harm upon her.
Lilia has kept Eva away from Jordan and Kasa for years. She’s desperate to make him believe she’s not like her sisters by explaining the truth behind the Dark Moon pack. She will do everything to cure him of the lasting effects of Eva’s torture and earn his approval, and maybe his love, if he would only trust she can help.
After a surprise attack from rebel escapees, Jordan and Lilia both realize this new danger thirsts solely for her blood. His untrusting family and alliances may be her only chance of survival, but sacrifice will become her only chance for redemption.
“I–I didn’t hear you come in,” she murmured, her voice cracking. Jordan bit off a piece of bacon and placed the uneaten portion on the small plate. Her mouth watered at the sight of food, but he didn’t offer her any. His eyes perused her before landing on her face. Lilia straightened her shoulders, an attempt to look half-dignified. “May I use the bathroom?”
“Drink the rest of my beer, did you?” he asked. He nodded to the empty beer bottle lying on the edge of the blanket. Her cheeks warmed, her fingers curling in her cloak.
“I didn’t…I was…”
Jordan waved her off. “My fault for leaving it on the floor.”
He allowed her to use the bathroom, this time giving her a little more privacy with a half-closed door. She rinsed out her mouth before returning to her corner and waiting for him to secure the leash.
He grabbed his plate of delicious looking eggs and bacon and pushed back onto his feet.
“You’re not eating out today,” Lilia pointed out.
“That was all a farce. I knew you were following me.”
“Oh.” She looked up at him, not shying away from his penetrating gaze. “For how long?”
Jordan motioned toward her with a piece of bacon. “Long enough to catch you.”
Conversation. That was a good thing. Even though it was petty talk, it worked magic on her spirit.
“You didn’t sleep well last night,” she said.
Jordan scooped eggs into his mouth. “I sleep when I must.”
“You need to rest, Jordan.” Lilia kept her voice light, submissive. She didn’t lift her head, but she turned her gaze up when he scowled at her. “The wolf—”
Jordan heaved his plate at the wall beside her. She shrieked, covering her head with her arms, folding away from the splattering food and shards of ceramic. He stormed across the room and crouched down in front of her, leaning down to catch her eyes from beneath her arms. Her heart raced, her mind whirled, and her breath hitched.
“You did this to me.” He yanked her arm away from her face and forced her to look at him. “You and your sick fucking sister created this…this thing. This beast.”
He cast aside her arm like trash and shot up to his feet. A furrow wrinkled her brow as she soaked in the resentment swirling along his spirit, resentment toward himself. She was the cause for it, for everything. He raked his hands through his hair, a low, guttural rumble settling in his chest.
“I can’t rest.” He punctuated each word with disgust. “The beast takes over.”
“That’s why you must rest. The weaker you are, the easier for it to gain control.”
Jordan spun, leveling her with a deadly glare. His amber eyes flashed like furious flames. “My own personal shrink. Dear Lilia, your fucking advice is not wanted.”
She gritted her teeth, her fingertips digging into her knees. “Jordan, please listen to me—”
“You’re Dark Moon, woman. Don’t you get it?” Jordan asked. After another piercing moment, Jordan gave her his back and headed toward the door. “You and your sisters tried to kill my sister. You killed our parents. You caused a bloody fucking massacre over the color of your fucking pelts. You are worthless to me—”
“And I will enjoy—”
“Shut up!” Lilia screamed. The razor-sharp blades scraped her flesh, fresh trickles of blood streaming down her neck. Her eyes stung with tears. Tremors coiled through her tense muscles. Jordan stopped at the door, hand on the knob, but did not turn around. His shoulders stiffened, squared. His wolf perked with curiosity while the beast growled his distaste.
Desperate to get him to listen, she stood up, ignoring the slicing pain as more new nicks added to those she already had.
“You must listen to me. Eva was able to break her men by depriving them of sleep. It drove her captives insane very quickly. The walls were weakened, and the beasts could easily slip through and destroy their minds. Please, Jordan. Please. Listen to me. You need to rest and gain your strength.” Lilia stepped forward and yelped when the collar bit deep into her throat. Tears spilled, a mixture of pain and anguish cracking the floodgates. She wrung her fingers together, shuffling closer to the wall to loosen the slack on the chain. “I–I don’t want to see that thing consume you. I never thought she would do what she did to you, otherwise I would’ve never brought you to her. I couldn’t stand watching, but I had no choice because she would’ve easily killed me.”
Lilia drew her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to gain an ounce of control over her quivering chin and free-falling tears. Her spirit yearned for Jordan’s, her body for the heat of his. The wolf inside him nudged her own, sensing what she knew he fought to dismiss.
“I’ve known about you for years and always kept you a secret from my sisters,” she pressed, shame creeping into her voice. “I would do anything to protect you, Jordan. You’re my mate and…”
He turned his head to her, causing her words to catch in her throat. For the first time since he caught her, his eyes didn’t flash with rage. They were a storm of unreadable emotion, and the knowledge gave her a dangerous gift. Hope.