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Christmas Countdown! A Candle For A Marine – Always a Marine Book 18 by Heather Long



A Candle For A Marine
Always a Marine Book 18
By
Heather Long

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Tormented by the question of ‘what if…’

Home for Hanukkah, Sergeant Isaac Janko has never forgotten the baby his girlfriend gave up for adoption years ago. But he didn’t realize how angry he still was….

More than time separates them….

A chance meeting at Temple brings Zehava Elbaz face-to-face with the first and only man she’s ever loved. She sees a deep and hidden pain in him, one she blames herself for…

An invitation to Hanukkah brings them together….

The two must confront their pain and loss. They have only eight days to face their past, and win each other’s trust, but it is a time for healing, reconciliation and miracles….

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Another wonderful story set during Hanukkah.

This is Issac’s story as he returns home to celebrate with his family for the first time in eight years. He knows he will have to face his ex Zehava at some point, it’s a small community. He’s not sure of his emotions where she is concerned but he’s sure the time has come to figure it all out.

Zehava blames herself for Issac’s anger. She was the one who gave their child away. Although she lives with the heartbreak of doing that, she also knows it was the best thing for the child.

Surrounded by the magic of the holiday season Zehava in her way opens the door to both their pain to hopefully lead to forgiveness.

This is a favorite scene as Zehava shares her promises to her son with Issac.

So man up, Marine, and listen.

The silence stretched out between them, and he forced patience while she studied him. Whatever she sought must have satisfied her because she held out her hand. “I want to share something I do every Hanukkah. Normally I do it alone, but you’re here and I want—I need to do it with you this year.”

Mild alarm rang through him and he ignored that as well, in favor of taking her hand. Her fingers threaded through his and the palm to palm clasp soothed him like a warm embrace. “Okay,” he said, the only word he could push out past the emotion clogging his throat. She tugged and he followed her into the community center, curiosity and dread an uncomfortable cocktail in his system.

Once inside, she hit the light switch and he shut the doors. Since the center should be closed, he went ahead and turned the lock. He didn’t need any unpleasant surprises walking in on them. Zehava gave his hand a squeeze then, releasing him, headed to the table with all of the menorahs. Wary, but curious, he followed.

“He was born in summer.” The words crashed down on him, and he was grateful her back was to him so he had time to absorb the blow and mitigate his reaction. “Our son, I mean,” she explained as though he might need the clarification.

His jaw hurt from clamping it shut, but he kept it closed. He couldn’t guarantee what would come out because the old anger roused like a bad case of heartburn to claw at his insides.

Squatting, Zehava pulled another menorah from beneath the table and set it on top. She ducked down again and took out two fresh candles. “I held him for a couple of hours after his birth.” The words were so soft he had to strain to hear them. “It took that long for the adopting family to arrive at the hospital. Mama stayed with me. She never said a word about the decision, in favor or against.”

Muscles cramping, he folded his arms and forced himself to stay exactly in place. The urge to storm out warred with the urge to hold her—both intent on tearing him apart. Maintaining his position was the best he could manage.

“I held him and I made him a promise. Well, a promise and a wish, actually.” Her voice trembled. “The first was I wished for him to have the best life he could have, with a wealth of opportunity, and a family who loved him. Both the parents who adopted him, and of course, the parents who gave him life.”

Hell opened up beneath Isaac and bellowed its fire through his soul. He stayed firm and didn’t give in to the need to slam his fist into the wall until it broke, or his knuckles did. He didn’t want to hear her damn story.

Yet, he desperately hung on every word.

“The second promise was I would light the menorah for him every year and remember him and pray for him. The first Hanukkah after his birth was very hard, but I kept my promise. I think I cried every night I lit the candles for him.” She twisted finally and looked at Isaac. “Would you light it with me this year?”

She held her breath after asking the question that had danced around in her mind all evening. Never had she felt so connected and yet utterly divided from the same person in the same moment. He stared at her, his expression inscrutable save for the muscle flexing in his jaw.

“Yes.”

The one word answer, single, rough, and raw, let her exhale and she fought a wave of dizzying relief. She held a candle out to him with trembling fingers.
Long, Heather. A Candle for a Marine (Always a Marine series Book 18) (Kindle Locations 611-640). Decadent Publishing Company, LLC. Kindle Edition.

In a way unique to her, Heather made me feel their pain, their sorrow, and their love not only for the child they gave up but for each other.

I loved seeing Zach again and was glad he was able to give Issac the kick he needed.

Have tissues handy for this one, you’ll need them as Issac and Zahava find their way.

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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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OMG, I Love this book! Ghost Wolf – Wolves of Willow Bend Book 12 – By Heather Long



Ghost Wolf
Wolves of Willow Bend Book 12
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Most Lone Wolves have a story—a pack they left behind,
a love they lost, or worse, one they buried.
Some leave their packs to roam because they crave
freedom and independence.
Some leave because in their hearts, they can’t bear to stay.
Some leave because they see no way to go back…

Packs attacked. Humans forced to turn. Enforcers murdered. Following near miss assassination attempts on several prominent wolves. The packs are furious, out for blood and ready for war. Julian has been juggling the conflict without a real target for months, they always seem to be just one step behind the Volchitsa and even the wolves they’ve captured can’t tell them enough. With the fate of the packs resting squarely on his shoulders, Julian, the Chief Enforcer, will swallow his pride to seek out the one wolf he knows can help them all, the one who seems to know all the players, who can think like them…if anyone can find the Volchitsa it’s the ghost he’s hunted for decades…

Dallas Dalton has lived on the run so long, she doesn’t really remember any other way of life. For an all too brief time, she had her daughter with her and the feeling of family until Julian got to too close once again. The damn wolf wouldn’t leave her be, no matter how much she’d sacrificed for him. Seeing him in Russia had been both a blessing and a curse, because no matter what she did, she couldn’t get him out of her system. Then he asked her for help…

Now side-by-side, the Enforcer and the Rogue will have to work together to deal with the Volchitsa once and for all, but can they keep from killing each other in the process?

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While every book in this series has a surprise or three, this one has the most startling ones. A journey that takes us from 1971 to the present and frankly the past is what engages me the most. The young Dallas from Hudson River and the young enforcer Julian.

Julian has always been a mystery, being Chief Enforcer he keeps to himself. No one really knows him, there is an exception to that, Dallas.

Dallas is the rogue who got away and keeps getting away. We have seen her a few times since she’s Chrystal’s mother, but in this book we get to know her and Julian far better than ever before.

The Volchitsa are escalating with their attacks, and Dallas may hold the key to the mystery. Julian must form a truce with Dallas so a solution can found to that problem.

This is a favorite scene when Chrystal calls Julian.

The vibration of his phone distracted him from the dark journey his thoughts traveled. Digging it out of his pocket, he sighed at the name on the screen. Hitting answer, he put the phone to his ear. “Yes?” It was an improvement over his earlier greeting to Amelia. But only slight.

“Is my mother with you?” Chrystal’s voice betrayed only a note of trepidation. The young woman had matured since discovering the security of pack and the grounding influence of her mate along with an alpha strong enough to balance her natural gifts.

“She is,” he admitted, to alleviate her concern. “I met her in Santa Monica as planned.” Chrystal had arranged the meeting with Dallas in the first place—though her first contact offering the information included a number of caveats and the extraction of a promise from him to hear Dallas out and not to kill her.

The pleading in her voice made him agree rather than undermine the security she’d discovered for herself. Of all the Lone Wolves he’d ever dealt with, Chrystal had always been too damn innocent for her own good. It added another log to the pyre he planned to roast Dallas on—she should never have left Chrystal so defenseless.

“Can I talk to her?”

“Don’t believe me?” A part of him wanted her to challenge him. Blind faith only led to battered hearts and shattered belief.

“At the risk of upsetting you, no, I don’t. You’ve hunted my mother for as long as I’ve known you, and you’ve never been particularly forgiving where she or my father were concerned.” The chastisement reminded him of the conversation he’d had with her while driving her from Willow Bend to Three Rivers.

Julian handed her the slip of paper with the phone numbers for the two alphas—Cassius and Brett had both offered her a place in their packs. As the daughter of Brett’s cousin, blood ties secured her a place should she desire it. Carlo’s family had been more circumspect, though they put great value in their lost son. The Garcias were wealthy and influential, but it was Cassius who offered her protection. She’d need it if she went to Sutter Butte. That pack would eat her alive.

“Thank you for the ride,” Chrystal spoke in a low, almost inaudible tone. The girl was more mouse than wolf, but he’d begun to have his suspicions as to why. She wasn’t submissive, no matter how demure.

“You’re welcome, Trouble.” The nickname fit her. She spent the first ten minutes in his presence lying her ass off—terribly. What fascinated him was she had zero concept he could scent the lies or that she wore every emotion in her expression.

“You know I’m not really…a problem for you anymore. Maybe you could just call me Chrystal?” The challenge was a first. Maybe her dalliance with the arrogant Willow Bend whelp had been good for her.

A faint smile creasing his lips, he contained his amusement. “Maybe.”

“Can I ask you a question?” Another first. Impressive.

“You can.”

Sweat stained her scent, nervousness invading her manner but he and his wolf remained calm. She needed that calm more than she realized. “Why now? Why tell me what packs they belong to, now?”

Studying her, he debated sharing the truth. Was she ready to hear it? Could she handle what it would mean? When he’d found her, she’d been inconsolable after he’d called her on her lies. Her need to protect her mother, he understood even if the woman in question deserved no loyalty. “I didn’t know for certain which Carlo was your father,since you only had a first name. Your mother changed her last name.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but close…

“You’re lying.”

“Be very careful about making accusations, Trouble.” Another first, the challenge came with no aggression on her part. “As I recall you didn’t want to know about the packs. When I mentioned them to you the first time, you were terrified.”

Actually, she’d vomited all over his shoes. Then she’d been even more horrified, and rushed into a bathroom to throw up again. It had taken two hours to settle her long enough to hear his explanation.

“I was, but in all fairness, you were scary as hell. You said you’d tracked my father, killed him, and you were after my mother…another Rogue. What was I? I thought you were going to kill me.”

“I thought about it.” Though only for a half-second. Chrystal could not be held accountable for the poor judgment of her parents. What she needed was a keeper, and since Dallas abandoned her, it fell to Julian.

“Okay, you could have lied about that.” The protest amused him. She didn’t quiver or go pale. Nor did she throw up.

She was getting stronger.

“Embracing your wolf will open the world up to you. Deceptions will become clearer, so will agendas.” Pleased at her progress, he wanted to acknowledge her growth. “I’m glad to see you’re not afraid of your wolf anymore.”

“Did you really have to kill my father?” Then again, her time with Dylan seemed to have made her bolder.

“He was a Rogue, Chrystal. Even if the relationship between him and your mother hadn’t violated the laws…what they did with you most certainly did.” A betrayal which continued to sting him even as the presence of the vital young woman next to him who reminded him of her mother in a myriad of ways.

Confronted with the truth, she surprised him with another small lie. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Three Rivers.”

“No you’re not.” Chrystal had run to the nascent pack to escape him. He wasn’t a fool. “That paper has my number on it. If things go wrong here…if it doesn’t work out, call me. I will come get you.”

The alphas should have executed the Italian and her mate, then decided the fates of those they lured into the so-called pack on a case by case basis. Taking her back to Three Rivers didn’t sit well with him, but she had reached her maturity. She had the right to make her own decisions.

No matter how bad they were.

Surprise filtered through her scent and she stared at him. “Why?”

“Because I said I would. Now get out. Your Alpha is coming.” It was time for him to go. Though Luciana Barrows did not make the mistake of approaching his vehicle, the temptation to resolve the upheaval and take Chrystal back to California. “Be careful, Trouble.”

The farewell earned him a small, if honest smile. She’d been abandoned enough in her young life. Transferring his gaze to Rayne Barrows, Luciana’s mate and a former Lone Wolf now gone Rogue, Julian stared at him and his wolf peeked out. The other man fought to hold his gaze, then dropped chin in a small nod.

If anything happened to Chrystal, Julian would be back. The other man needed to understand that.

Despite his idiotic actions, the wolf seemed to read his intentions.

“Julian?” Chrystal’s voice pulled him back to the present.

“One moment.” He put the phone on mute, then touched the intercom button. Dallas had gone to the kitchen in search of a beer, which meant she might still be there or in the salon. He didn’t think about her in his salon too closely. “Dallas, your child is on the phone and requires proof of your continued well-being. Return to the bridge.” He didn’t wait for a response, simply released the button. Then he waited.

Her scent, still drenched with the musk of their sex, preceded her arrival. Picking up the phone, he turned off the mute. Quiet conversation on the other side of the phone told him Chrystal was with her mate, Dylan, as well as her alpha Mason. “Your mother is here.”

Drawing close, Dallas leaned against the console and giving him an eyeful of her toned flesh. Wolves possessed naturally fit physiques, and Dallas seemed built more like one of his Enforcers. She’d always been in good shape, but now she had nothing to spare. The faint stretch marks across her ripped abdomen added to her beauty. She’d carried a child in her womb.

Cold reality drenched him. She’d borne a child for another man.

Lust curbed, he focused on the seas before them as she took the phone. “Hello, baby.” Tenderness softened her voice, a note he hadn’t heard from her in years.

“Hi, Dallas,” Chrystal’s words carried as clear as if the phone were at his ear. Dallas could walk away if she wanted privacy; instead, she stayed by him as comfortable in her bare skin as she’d been facing him down on the beach. “I was worried about you.”

“Baby girl, I can take care of myself. How are you?” Tenderness turned to concern, but her attention was no longer on him but elsewhere. Taking advantage of her distraction, Julian studied her expression. Her barriers were up, her eyes were cool and her expression remote, a perfect contrast to the gentleness in her voice.

“You’re with Julian,” Chrystal’s voice carried warning not trepidation. “He’s been hunting you for years…and he told me he killed Carlo. Yes, Dylan, I know he can hear me, and I don’t care. He’s with my mom, and I don’t want him to kill her, too.”

Fierce. Delicate, distracted, and easy to spook, Chrystal had developed a backbone and a ferocious protectiveness. Her mate had done right by her, as had her new pack. Willow Bend might benefit from having an Omega in their midst, but the young Omega had found her teeth and claws. Dallas glanced at him, and a smile curved her lips. For a moment, they were in a perfect accord.

“Don’t worry, baby. I told you I can take care of myself, and I’m not afraid of big, bad Julian.” Her smile grew with every word. “He and I laid a few facts bare between us.”

Infuriating as she was, the woman still had the power to amuse him. He tipped his head to the side and indulged in a leisurely, long look at her. Her nipples peaked as he stared, the pebbling tightening them until they looked like the perfect dark raspberries. When his gaze collided with hers once more, he shook his head.

“I won’t put a finger on Dallas, Chrystal.” Directing the comment toward her daughter sent heat sparking in her gaze. She wasn’t the only one with the power of verbal claws.

The girl’s huffed sigh betrayed impatience. “Mason wants to know if either of you have an update.”

“Tell that pup to keep his focus on his pack, and we’ll take care of the rest.”
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Dallas’ love for her daughter is very apparent in that conversation.

Julian has much to catch up on where Dallas is concerned and you won’t be disappointed as surprises start showing up.

Lots of nostalgia from the past, compiled with sparring both verbal and physical between these two. Even with that they do manage to find direction.

We get to see just about everyone in this book. Even Margo and Salvatore show up briefly.

Truths beyond games, a trial, an Alpha Conclave and some shocking surprises send this book to the top of my all time favorites.

I can’t wait to see where Heather takes these wolves from here.

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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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More Of My Re-Read! Thunder Wolf – Wolves of Willow Bend Book 11 by Heather Long



Thunder Wolf
Wolves of Willow Bend Book 11
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Most Lone Wolves have a story–a pack they left behind, a love they lost, or worse, one they buried. Some leave their packs to roam because they crave freedom, and independence. Some leave because in their hearts, they can’t bear to stay. Some leave because they see no way to go back…

Enforcer John Nelson has pulled double duty for months, keeping an eye on the Lone Wolves who are his charges as well as those that once answered to Margo Montgomery. More of a loner than most, he doesn’t mind going months at a time without seeing another Enforcer as was his typical pattern or at least it was until the formation of the Three Rivers pack disrupted lives everywhere. Now he must divide his time between watching the upstarts and checking on his charges while working with the other Enforcers to anticipate the next move by the Russian Volchitsa. No Enforcer expected to find themselves among the hunted, but when they target the one wolf he can tolerate, John defies orders to go after her.

Hadley Sexton is a bit of a wild card even for an Enforcer, and she loves being unpredictable. More of a mother hen than she likes to admit, she keeps an eye on her Lone Wolves, and treats them more like family than charges…but when three Enforcers are brutally murdered over the course of three weeks, Hadley discovers someone has been shadowing her trail and they aren’t alone. It is a dangerous game with a brutal enemy, one willing to kill the wolves she’s sworn to protect to draw her out.

For Hadley, John will break every rule, but will he be in time?

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This book is packed with action and tension. While the enforcers are gathering up their lone wolves to keep them safe, an enforcer is tortured and killed. As they are trying to figure out the next move, the Volchitsa make another attempt at Mason’s mate Alexa.

Discovering their technology is how they are finding them, Julian orders their phones destroyed.

They haven’t heard from Hadley and John is worried especially after interrogating the Volchitsa involved in that attack. Ordered to guard Alexa, John isn’t happy. He wants to find Hadley. Fortunately since Hadley was once Willow Bend, Mason agrees with him and sends him off.

This is a favorite scene when he finds her in the middle of a fight.

They were hunting.

Arriving at the cabin, finally, she took a peek inside one of the windows. It was two rooms, both visible from the window she chosen. There was only one wolf inside— her eyes, ears, and nose all told her the same thing.

Fine, she didn’t know how much time she had left, but she had to make quick work of him and set a trap for the other two.

With quiet steps, she crossed the porch then knocked really hard.

As soon as she heard his feet closing on the door, she waited until the door handle began to turn before she slammed inward. The door cut into his face, and knocked him backward. The wolf roared as he staggered backward, blood gushing from his nose. She continued her forward motion, striking rapidly at his damaged face, then slamming her fist upward in an uppercut that took him clean off his feet. He crashed to the floor, unconscious.

Dropping on top of him, she gripped the sides of his face then snapped his neck.

She had a broken knuckle, thanks to the effort. Bastard was a big fellow, and it took effort on her part to drag his happy ass out the back door. They had a storm shelter out back, an old root cellar. She dumped the body inside, then shut the doors.

Returning to the house, she searched. It didn’t look like they’d been there long, though they’d helped themselves to what dry goods she’d stored there.

They’d also searched it, quite thoroughly, including shredding the bed, chairs, and even the sofa. She wasn’t sure what the hell they were looking for. Not that anything was ever stored at this place, but she put it out of her mind for now. Time to figure it out later. Within twenty minutes, she had her trap ready to spring and settled back onto the hill above the cabin.

This time, she had her hunting rifle.

As soon as the vehicle stopped, the male exited and Hadley didn’t waste her shot. She put a bullet right between his eyes. The back of his head blew off, and he collapsed. She switched her target to the tires on the car, taking out front and back wheels before the woman could get the vehicle started again.

The woman didn’t disappoint. As soon as the car proved unwieldy, she shoved herself out, hit the ground and rolled. Hadley set the rifle aside then rose to face her.

The Russian witch tracked her in moments, then lunged toward her with a fierce snarl on her face. Hadley met her, and they struck tooth and claw. The woman jerked her hair and tried to flip her, but Hadley was an Enforcer. She’d trained for moments like these. She raked the wolf’s face and drew blood.

A shadow fell over them, and the wolf was hauled off of her. The audible sound of the wolf’s back cracking, followed by the snap of her neck, infuriated Hadley. Just like that, her potential prisoner was dead and thrown to impact against the side of a tree.

Hadley snarled and came to her knees, then met John’s intemperate gaze. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

He frowned, then blinked. “I was saving your life.”

Dammit.
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While Hadley was pissed he stopped her from being able to interrogate the wolf. John did have an alternate location for them to retreat to.

The house where Julian has them hole up is his, and we get a peek at the Chief Enforcer’s life. Some very interesting information here.

We get to see Dallas in this one, we first saw her in Snow Wolf, and this encounter with the two enforcers is enlightening and puzzling at the same time.

Lots of surprises, plenty of action and the heat between John and Hadley is white hot!

Off to read one of my absolute favorites, the next in this series Ghost Wolf.

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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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More of Willow Bend Wolves! His Moonstruck Wolf – Wolves of Willow Bend Book 10.5 by Heather Long



His Moonstruck Wolf
Wolves of Willow Bend Book 10.5
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When a matchmaker gets toasted at the after party, she finds the perfect wolf for her in the most unlikely of places. Of course, the last thing he wants is a mate, much less a matchmaking one.

Hugo Ferrar is one busy Hound. Acting as a messenger for his alpha, he spends more time out of New Orleans than in it. Home in the Big Easy for only three days, Hugo has a strict schedule to adhere to—celebrate his brother’s mating, eat and drink his fill, and find a lovely wolf at the masquerade for a fling.

Lesley-Anne Saucier is drunk on life and one too many hurricanes. Her masquerade is just the kind of party Delta Crescent needs, especially since they are celebrating the mating of a popular couple—a match she helped to make. Avoiding her eager fans, Lesley-Anne is bowled over by a wolf in the garden—a stunning, male, perfect for her. The moon is full, the masquerade is in full swing, can the matchmaker find her own perfect mate?

Originally released in the Once Upon a Valentine anthology to benefit Autism research.

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While this is actually set at Valentine’s Day, it is a Masquerade so hypothetically it goes with Halloween as well. Okay so maybe not, but this is where the book fell in my re-read. *SMILE*

With the packs currently in turmoil this was a welcome reprive for everyone in the Delta Crescent pack.

A Voodoo Valentine’s Ball celebrating the mating of Christopher and Rachel Ferrar done up as only their Alpha Serafina could do. One of the guests celebrating the mating of is Lesley-Anne Saucier the pack matchmaker. Now it’s not what you might think. The matchmaker only scents whether a couple is a possible mate match. It’s really up to them to make the choice.

As this celebration floats around her Lesley-Anne is approached by a male. Not just any male but by his scent a possible mate for her. That is until he removes his mask.

Hugo Ferrar the brother of the groom is one of Sarina’s Hounds. The last thing Lesley-Anne wants is a mate who is never around and is in constant danger.

It seems Hugo is very opinionated about matchmakers and the fact his brother had gone to one. This is a favorite scene.

“It’s a pity that sometimes mates can’t recognize each other right off. It’s not always mate at first sight.” He’d aroused her interest with that statement; he felt the weight of her focus shift to him.

“Most often it just simply requires a knowledge. Wolves are human, too, of course, and we’re very busy. In times like these, it can be even harder to see the promise or the potential that’s there.”

“Yeah, but to go to a matchmaker? Really?” He stared at his brother and shook his head. “You have to be pretty desperate to ask someone else to find your mate for you.”

“Is that what you think a matchmaker does?” A thin, hard layer edged her words.

“I have no idea what a matchmaker does. I’ve never needed one, nor would I ever seek one. The very idea that some wolf takes one look at me, gets my scent, and then goes willy-nilly through the pack to find the other wolf that matches it before returning to tell me whom they’ve chosen— that’s bullshit.” He couldn’t keep the derision out of his voice.

Matchmakers might be a part of Delta Crescent and dated back to their founding, but that was like saying the fortunetellers in the quarter were the only way to get a bead on what was coming down the pike. They had enough voodoo in the pack.

“Only a fool asks an outsider for assistance in finding who is meant for them. Now, Christopher and Rachel would’ve found each other eventually. They just needed to be patient. Besides, the matchmaker still has to identify the scent and then see if she can match it to another wolf. It’s only one factor and a gamble at that. You can’t tell who your mate is going to be until you get to know them. None of it is fait accompli.”

“So, you think the matchmaker is what? A jester for the pack? A false hope to those around her?”

“I think she’s just like any other curiosity in New Orleans. Here to please the tourists.”

“Well, that’s utterly fascinating, Mr. Ferrar. Thank you for your insight.”

“Lesley-Anne,” Serafina called as she came to the door with Lincoln quick in close attendance. “There you are. This party is every bit as much you for you as it is for the happy couple. Get in here and dance.”

Lesley-Anne? Lesley-Anne Saucier? Hugo’s hackles rose.

The woman straightened and inclined her head toward their alpha. “I was just getting some air and a lesson on the tomfoolery of having a matchmaker in the pack from Mr. Ferrar here.”

Oh shit.

“He’s been quite illuminating on how utterly touristy my talents are. Isn’t it fascinating?” She turned and met his gaze. Amidst the laughter in her eyes, he glimpsed a hint of hurt and his wolf snarled. “It’s been fascinating talking to you Mr. Ferrar. Good evening.” With that, she whirled then stalked away, her skirt flowing behind her. She paused to give Serafina kiss on the cheek and to receive one in return before disappearing into the rest of the party.
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Hugo will have to do more than just apologize for putting his foot in his mouth if he is to claim his mate.

Sweet, snarky, fun and sizzling hot. You won’t want to put this one down.

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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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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
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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!

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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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It’s Back and Available EVERYWHERE! Every Witch Way By Floosey’s by Heather Long



Every Witch Way But Floosey’s
Magic and Mayhem Universe
Madison The Witch Hunter Book 1
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Meet Madison–badass lady who is always bringing in the realm hoppers. Her targets have horrible habits and steal things.

Meet Grady–he’s a hard case who brings in targets of his own. He’s got his own team and a penchant for flings. When the fairy tale collides with a legend…will they still be standing after the dust clears?

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Madison and her Spell-brador Karma are hunters. The magical dog showed up right after she was born, not what a mother actually wants for her daughter to be. Destined to hunt down witches and return them to serve what ever their sentence might be.Grady has his own team, and Karma likes him. He has sorceress and shifter blood making him much larger and sexier than other witch-born.

Now Madison’s handler has broken her rules and sent Grady after the same bounty she’s after. Floosey is set to testify against some powerful witches and she’s jumped and the pay-off to return her is huge!

This isn’t the first time these two have crossed paths and the sparring starts almost immediately. Not only with words but also spells and snowball fights.

This is a favorite scene which brought memories of my mother and grandmother and a laugh out loud moment.

Surprise filtered into Grady’s expression. “The target’s a showgirl, not some black magic Mafioso.”

“Maybe. She managed to dodge the handlers at the casino, escaped a charmed resort, and realm jumped. Sound like your typical showgirl to you?” Why was I talking this out with him?

“Not the ones I’ve fantasized about, but usually that just involved jeweled bodies and lots of feathers.” Even as he spoke, he licked his lips.

“Does being a pig come to you naturally or do you have to practice?”

“Practice,” Grady said with an easy smile, then drew a cross over his heart and circled it. “If Grandma was here, she’d summon a bar of soap, and I’d eat it like candy ‘cause she was staring at me.”

I was starting to like this woman. “Then pretend I’m your grandmother and get to it.”

“No chance. Fantasizing about my grandmother is sick. I get kink, but that’s a little twisted, even for me.” His grin broadened, and I groaned. I’d walked right into it. “C’mon, Madison,” he drew out my name, sans the ridiculous nicknames. “Let’s go see what’s got the wisp all a twitter.”
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What had the wisps all a twitter ends up trapping the two of them and even more fun ensues. Especially when the faithful Karma disappears.

There are lots of references to things of my childhood all in the snarky playful way Madison has with Grady.

Be prepared to laugh out loud, giggle and just enjoy this story.

I can’t wait to see what happens in the next of this Magic and Mayhem series by Heather.

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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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More of my re-read! Wolf On Board – Wolves of Willow Bend Book 9.5 by Heather Long



Wolf on Board
Wolves of Willow Bend Book 9.5
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The wolf days of summer are here…

Meet Jake Danes of Hudson River—Lone Wolf, avid gamer, extreme sports enthusiast, and surfer. He’s spent the last two years roaming free, exploring the world and escaping the dark place his pack had become after betrayal and murder tore them apart. Sure, life changed back home, but Jake’s having way too much fun to return — riding the waves in Monterrey and living out of a van. It’s the perfect life, one he never wants to give up, no matter how many calls he’s fielding from his big brother…then he catches her scent.

Mimi Chase wanted one perfect year. Time away from pack politics and her mother’s matchmaking efforts. Ever since her big brother settled into mating with a healer, Mimi’s mom seems to have gone into overdrive—throwing her at every eligible male in the pack. Choosing to roam seemed the best option, and California the ideal location to get away from everything pack related. Her plans for art classes, yoga on the beach, maybe a cooking lesson or two while living a hippy dippy lifestyle are all she cares about…until another wolf butts into her every activity. Doesn’t he know the rules?

Lone Wolves aren’t supposed to form relationships, so why doesn’t he catch a hint? Worse, why isn’t she working harder to make sure he does?

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For two years Jake has been having the time of his life. Following the waves and working side jobs. But lately his brother Luc been hounding him to check in more.

Mimi asked Mason’s permission to roam for a year, to get away from her mother’s attempts at matchmaking. Now in California, she taking all kinds of classes to learn new things.

Jake comes across Mimi while surfing, she was doing her yoga on the beach. He was curious about the beautiful wolf and uses teasing to coerce her into going for coffee with him.

While there are many scenes that have me laughing, this one is a favorite.

“So, now I’m adorable?” She paused at the exit to check the oncoming traffic, then glanced at him. “Like poodle or a Pekinese.” Not laughing proved difficult. Returning her attention to the traffic, she floored the accelerator when she saw an opening and swung them back out onto the road. Jake’s frantic gripping offered even more entertainment than his appalled reaction.

“Holy crap, where did you learn to drive?” The words burst out of him.

“Evading the dog catcher 101.” She spotted the coffee stand she’d missed earlier, the coffee cup-shaped sign was a dead giveaway. Shifting gears, she slid into a spot as another car pulled into traffic. A perfect parallel parking job, another perk of her mini. Pulling the safety brake on, she killed the engine and glanced at her passenger. He had his mouth open and his lips moved, but no sound escaped. Smiling, she let herself out and waited outside the vehicle for him to recover.

It also helped that she wasn’t drowning in his scent out here, the ocean breeze vied with the land based one to clear her nose. She drew in a deep breath at the same moment he exited her car, and the wind ruffled his still damp hair. The man should smell like wet wolf, not sunshine, salt, coconut and woods. It seemed a weird, yet heady combination.

While California had its share of forests, they didn’t smell like home to her. The Hudson River wolf shouldn’t either. Jake squinted at her, cocking his head to the side much as he had when she’d found him squatting in front of her on the beach. It was a wholly innocent yet deceptively attractive pose that left a curious number of butterflies fluttering in her belly. “You’re not really mad about the gnaw comment, right?”

“No,” she said, letting him off the hook. Then again, maybe she shouldn’t. “I’ve always enjoyed being compared to toy canines because no one ever remarks on how short I am.”

His eyes widened a fraction, and she couldn’t help it. Her laughter burst free.

“Oh my God, you’re easy.” Clapping her hands together, she continued chuckling. “And now I really do want coffee.”

The relief overtaking him was practically palpable as he followed hot on her heels. A handful of people made up the line to the cart and more continued to drift in their direction. The scent of Arabica beans and sugar filled the air. “What do you want?” Jake glanced down at her, and it was looking down. The man was easily as tall as her brother, and Owen was over six feet.

From her five-foot vantage point, she couldn’t even argue for almost five foot one inch she usually tried for. “Just regular coffee is fine, though that looks good…” She pointed to the whipped cream laden mochaccino the woman at the front of the line carried away with her. “If it didn’t have way too much sugar.”

“So? It’s early, and if you want something sweet, you should have something sweet.” Jake pivoted when someone bumped her from behind. A man muttered an apology then left the line entirely.

Elbowing her erstwhile escort, she hissed in a sub vocal. “Don’t scare off the locals.”

“I’m not,” he replied, all relaxed and easygoing once more. “Just some people should watch where they are going.” He nodded as the line moved, but didn’t nudge her forward. It was a sweet gesture, one she liked even more than his earlier shaking out of the blanket. He didn’t give her a push or try to put a hand on her to guide her forward.

“Still, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.” Her mother said that all the time.

“Why the hell would you want to catch flies?” Jake made a face and she laughed. It was almost comical how he could go from fierce and sexy to goofball and sweet. If she were being honest, and she didn’t have to be…she actually preferred goofball.

“I don’t know. It was just something I heard when I was growing up. Be nice.” It was their turn, and Jake raised an eyebrow at her when she didn’t order immediately, but studied the menu instead. “Go ahead, I still need to decide.”

“Large latte,” he said, surprising her again. “Extra hot, no foam.”

“You got it, Jake.” The man greeted him by name. Apparently, Jake was a regular. It was her first time at this beach, so that explained why she hadn’t run into him before. “What would you like, little lady?”

“She prefers just Lady,” Jake told him. “I’ll be Tramp.”

Fighting the insane urge to laugh again, she forced her twitching lips to stay together. Then a snort escaped… and a second.
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All is not fun and games though. While perusing a bookstore Mimi encounters a female wolf and Jake intercepts her before she loses herself to her anger. Growling among the humans is frowned upon.

Mitch, who we met briefly in Snow Wolf, is their enforcer and on hearing Mimi’s report on the wolf decides Jake should stay with her, at least temporarily.

Mimi and Jake do lots of fun things as they get to know each other. I love the slow build of this relationship and the surprises that get thrown in that have me itching for more.

Mitch is the messenger that gives us a glimpse of the friendship and co-operation between Mason (Willow Bend) and Brett (Hudson River) taking these books to a whole new level!

Don’t miss this fun and game changing read!

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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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