Congratulations goes to Sophia Rose! She's my blog hop winner and will receive a download of Scent of a Wolf's Mate!You’d think a person who’s a Syfy junkie like I am would write more in that genre. While Syfy on TV seems to cover a multitude of different genres that can be anything from outer space, fantasy, paranormal, monster love and everything else that’s just plain weird, it’s not what I like to read. On the Syfy channel I’ll watch it all, but I like reading werewolf, shifter romances.
For the longest time I just wrote contemporary erotic romance. I ignored the voices in my head saying write that paranormal romance, you know you want to. But the truth was, I didn’t think I could pull it off. Yet the more shifter romances I read, the more I felt the urge to give it a try. So I wrote, The Mating Ritual, an erotic paranormal where the hero and his people, the Oh-Mah, are descendant's of Bigfoot.
Scent of a Wolf’s Mate is my second paranormal, and I can easily see another story coming out between the secondary characters, Max and Rose. Will I write it? We’ll see.
Blurb – Accepting a job as a wildlife veterinarian at the Savage Hills Wolf Sanctuary is Serena's dream job. Finding out she's the mate of Savage Hill's alpha werewolf turns her world as she knows it upside down. Trying to resist the sexy man is impossible. She's in heat, and he's more than ready to claim what's his.
She stood in the entrance way, slightly afraid and very confused. He was a big man. His dark hair was thick and wild, stopping at the top of his shoulders, shoulders that were wide and muscular. The muscles rippled in his back as he moved, and she could see his well-developed biceps and forearms.
A breeze rushed in through the open window over the sink. Serena watched the curtains dance wildly. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply when the cool mountain air reached where she was standing. Wisps of hair moved about her face, and something else carried on the wind, something that spiked her awareness, flowing together with the scent of pines and wild lavender, and him, an untamed and basic entity that reached into her soul.
“I know you’re there,” he said without turning around. “Don’t come any closer.”
Well, that’s not very friendly. Serena didn’t know what to do at that point. She clutched his robe tighter against her. Without warning he turned, pinning his dark eyes on her. His rugged face was set as though in anger. “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your robe. I couldn’t find my clothes.” She tried not to let her gaze wander, but there was no way she could ignore his hard, defined Pecs and six-pack abs. The man was powerfully built and sinfully sexy.
His gaze moved over her. Serena took note of the tic moving in his tense jaw, and she tried to imagine what she’d done to upset him. What did he expect that she would walk out there in her birthday suit?
“That’s okay,” he finally spoke.
“Where am I?”
“Do you remember anything about last night?”
“Some of it. I was running and tripped on something. The last thing I remember is being pinned down by a wolf. Did you kill it?”
“I took care of it.” His tone was short and to the point.
“There was another wolf—”
“I took care of him, too.” He moved to the sink, put the plug in, and turned on the water, then turned back to face her.
“What?” She was confused. “But how? I, I…” She didn’t know what to say. “I never saw you.” She hadn’t seen anyone. “I guess I owe you my life, then.” Serena offered him a smile, hoping to erase the unfriendly look on his face. “My name is Serena.” She stepped further into the kitchen and held out her hand.
He just stared at it for a long moment as if it were a snake, and then finally said his name. “Connor.”
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