I know it’s early but… Holly Jolly Wolf – Wolves of Willow Bend Book 9.75 by Heather Long

Holly Jolly Wolf
Wolves of Willow Bend Book 9.75
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long



It’s a Wolves of Willow Bend Holiday Miracle!

Hunter Rory Adler loves Willow Bend, their traditions, and their community. She will do anything for them. When she draws the name of the wolf who walked away for the pack’s secret Santa, she’s torn.

What does she get the wolf she’s had to learn to hate?

After more than a year spent watching over Three Rivers, Collin returns home for the holidays. Fighting a strange sense of malaise, he must come face to face with the challenge the holiday presents, and the wolf he left behind.

Can the magic of pack bring them together again?


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I know, I know! It’s only October, but this is where this book fell in my re-read. For the wolves, it’s a time to get together, renew pack bonds and generally enjoy the spirit of the holidays.

The packs Secret Santa is part of this celebration, and Rory is very upset when she draws Collin. However she is determined to find the right things to leave for him to find over several days leading up to the Tree Renewal.

Collin butts heads with his mother all the time, she was a hunter under Toman’s reign and her beliefs are set in the old ways. When they were younger him and Rory were quite the pair as the apprenticed with the more experienced hunter Zane. However it was his mother’s beliefs that has caused a lot of his current issues and his avoidance of Rory. That and monitoring the Three Rivers pack for a year.

This is a favorite scene as Collin get his first Secret Santa gift and is notified of his target for the exchange.

Back at his place, he let himself into his house then headed directly towards his bedroom only to pause at the doorway when awareness of a change penetrated his sleep-fogged brain. A glance at his front room revealed the source of the disquiet immediately. A Christmas tree— green, bright, and decorated— sat next to the hearth. Considering how sparse any other kind of decoration was in his place, the tree really stood out.

It hadn’t been there before he left. The scents of different wolves assaulted him as he approached the tree, and an almost vinegary scent burned his nostrils. Considering how many times Josiah had company, it was no wonder he couldn’t sort out the different scents. Collin was going to have to hire one of the human cleaning families come over and give his house a good scrub down if he didn’t just do it himself. It was too much work for this trip, but the next time he came home, he’d arrange for it ahead of time.

The tree was rather sweet, if short. Just barely four feet tall, it had bits of tinsel and lights and shiny little crystals all over it. It also had three odd-shaped ornaments. Kneeling down, he studied them, tilting his head left and right then very gently reaching out to one. It was an ornament made out of photographs. There were photographs of Alexis, of Zane, of the Buckley triplets, even a picture of his dad. Every photograph had been cut into a small circle as though highlighting a specific person in the photographs at all been sort of stapled together in hexagonal patterns creating ornaments. They were sweet, and he knew everyone represented. He’d helped most of them, or they had helped him in some way.

At the foot of the tree sat a tiny envelope with careful writing on the front. It was done in a calligraphy style. It simply said open me. Inside was a card with the same calligraphy and it read, Three precious gifts will you find under this tree, what secrets you will discover require you to see.

That was it. Collin frowned, read the card again, then glanced underneath the tree. There were no presents under it. Only the three photograph-based ornaments. Still he kind of liked the tree, it spruced the place up.

He made it all the way to his bedroom door before he started laughing at his unintended pun.

“Now you know you need to sleep. You’re making tree jokes.” He toed off his shoes, managed to strip off his shirt as he stumbled towards the bed.

His phone buzzed and he wanted to groan. As it was, a growl escaped him. Tugging his phone from his back pocket first, he then fell backwards onto the bed.

It was a text message from Zane.

He read it, then reread it, then reread it again as all the tired in him vanished.

Rory Adler was his secret Santa target? What the actual fuck? She wanted nothing to do with him, and he was supposed to… Before he could fire off a response, Zane’s second text message came in. It simply said,No take backs, no exchanges.

Hell, who knew he would actually miss Three Rivers.
Heather Long. Holly Jolly Wolf (Kindle Locations 628-651). Heather Long.

Now it’s pretty hard to resolve issues when you’re both avoiding each other. In spite of the animosity their gifts to each other are well thought out and very touching. Although the actual challenge to get it together comes from surprising sources.

There’s plenty of interaction with Mason and Alexa as well as Dylan and Chrystal in this one plus we meet hunter Ian Carmichael also home for the holidays from his route on the Canadian border. Many others also have pop up appearances in this story too.

A fun read for the holidays that had me laughing and wanting to knock some sense into this couple. Oh did I mention this is a free read? Link below!

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

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Heather Long Heather Long

USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.

From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.

When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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