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Queenmaker – Heart of the Nebula Book 1 by Heather Long and Rebecca Royce


Queenmaker
Heart of the Nebula Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long
&
Award Winning Author
Rebecca Royce

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Everything changed when I crashed into a food truck.

It all started with a brutal hill. An incline that I was determined to crest. One, long, punishing climb with my thighs screaming as I pumped the pedals for all I was worth. That hill could have been a metaphor for my whole life. I was climbing out of the crater left by a broken heart, ready to seize control again. Making it up that hill was a good first step.

Then I hit the food truck.

Enter Reese Riley, blond, gorgeous, stunning sapphire eyes and the kind of smile to set my blood on fire. No way he was real. With charm to spare, he walked me home and then asked me out. Then he introduced me to his friends—Briggs, Goran, and Dalton. Stunning men, all of them. Funny, too. They flirted, they teased, and they indulged. They were incredible, each of them, and they fit into my life like they’d been born to be there. I didn’t know whether to celebrate or to run like hell.

Oh, and did I mention they were aliens?

Author’s Note: This is a reverse harem and the authors suggest you always read the forwards in their books. This is the first in a trilogy.

Queenmaker is part one of a trilogy, what that means is that this is a continuing journey that progresses through each book to the end.

In this book we meet Khloe, she’s still recuperating from a break-up in which her ex took everything of value from her. She’s riding her bicycle and thinking of all that injustice when she crashes into a food truck.

Reese is the first to aid her and as he walks with her to see her safely home, he also convinces her to join him and his friends for a drink.

To be on the safe side she calls her best friend Grace to join her. Grace isn’t with her very long though since she runs into her on again off again boyfriend Maurice.

The initial meeting with Briggs, Goran, and Dalton is fun and flirty and interrupted twice, once by a woman who is more than a little tipsy, and once by Grace.

This is a favorite scene.

If Briggs was taken, well— he was.

Except… “Are you all dating people?”

I shot Reese a look. If I was going to be some hookup while he traveled and went back to his fiancée, then I was going to leave right now. Women shouldn’t do that to other women.

Ever.

“Well, I’m on a date right now,” Reese told me without an ounce of hesitation.

“You just had a break-up,” Dalton said. “So I get being shy, but I’m not seeing anyone else. I’m a one and done kind of guy. None of us are Billy.”

Goran lifted his whisky, his expression unreadable. “I have never dated anyone.” Blunt and to the point. So that just left Briggs as the taken one. Disappointment curved through me, but I smothered it. A few months ago, I’d been the taken one, and while I’d been mourning the life I thought I’d had, the more distance I got from it— the more I realized I didn’t miss Billy at all.

Especially not right now.

Making a face, I met Briggs’ concerned gaze. “So I guess you’re the odd man out in this group of bachelors.”

“Or I just told that woman something to let her down easily,” Briggs countered, his eyebrows raised as if in a dare.

“So you’re not dating either?” That… that was great. I mean, that was kind of sad. They were all really good-looking guys and, granted, a little weird, but weird was definitely not bad. They were colorful and different, definitely intriguing.

Chuckling, Briggs lifted his glass of whisky, and the pressure against my leg increased. I really should have pulled my leg away, but there was just something nice about the contact. “At the moment? No.”

“Oh.” What else was I supposed to say to that? “Sorry?”

Dalton threw his head back and laughed. The humor rippled around the table, but only Reese joined him in chuckling. Goran and Briggs gave him flinty-eyed looks that didn’t fracture or cool until Dalton’s laughter gradually sobered. “Sorry,” he said. “She’s sorry you’re not dating anyone else.” Mirth danced in his eyes.

Studying him, I propped my chin on my free hand since Reese still had possession of my left one, and I didn’t think I was getting it back anytime soon. Not that I was all that eager. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re an ass?”

“Yes,” Dalton answered briskly, his smile undiminished. “You would not be the first. Definitely the loveliest, but not the first.”

At my snort, Reese squeezed my hand. “We frequently tell Dalton he’s an ass. Sadly, he does not seem to learn from the experience.”

“No,” Briggs said with a little more chill in his words than a tease warranted. “He doesn’t. We might need a new word.”

“Or a new method,” Goran suggested. “What do you think, Khloe? What would you do to correct such brutish behavior?”

What would I do? I didn’t see asses. Not even good-looking ones. Not anymore. Before I could answer though, Dalton and Goran’s attention flicked to behind me, and I shifted to find Grace slipping a hand onto my shoulder.

“Excuse me, gentlemen, I need my bestie for a second.” At her tug, I let go of Reese and slid my leg away from Briggs. All four stood as I did, and Grace let out a huff that sounded a lot like damn under her breath, before she hustled me away from the table. “Sorry, sweetie. Won’t take but a minute…” She glanced behind me rather conspicuously as she leaned to the side, then straightened and met my gaze. “Holy hell, Khloe. You hit the damn jackpot. There’s not a man there I wouldn’t tap.”

“Grace,” I hissed at her, and she gave me a smug grin then pressed her keys into my palm and closed my fingers around them.

“Don’t get huffy. You get first pick. Besides, I got all the man I need in Maurice. I hate to kiss and run, but— damn, you know how it is.”

“Oh, honey,” I said with a sigh, and she gave me a knowing smile. Grace knew, as well as I did, it wouldn’t last. They would fall down the lust-fueled rabbit hole together, and I’d be there on the other side when it was time to kiss the boo-boos and pour the pity wine.

“Hey, we only live once. You’ve got a hot date and his hot friends, go grab life by the balls and kiss the hell out of it. I intend to.” She pressed her lips to my cheek. “Keep the car so you can get home. I’ll call you later. I promise.”

Then she was gone. Maurice waited for her by the front door, and Grace all but melted into him as they stepped out into the night. A sigh escaped, and I held her keys to my chest. Grace really did just embrace life, even the parts that hurt.

Warmth surged against my back, and I didn’t have to turn to know it was Reese. He was just there, a comforting shield bracketing me. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, and even I didn’t believe me. Summoning up a smile, I turned around. Grace was right about one thing. I needed to grab some life by the balls. It was why I was here.
Heather Long; Rebecca Royce. Queenmaker: Heart of the Nebula Book 1 (Kindle Locations 653-692).

One of the most confusing things for Khloe is her attraction to all four of these men. They are able to persuade her that it is the way they would prefer it to be and she doesn’t have to choose between them.

I love all these characters, the slow, steady progression of each relationship, the warmth and caring, and yes, the love that is just a bit different depending on who you are talking about.

Many interesting revelations, along with wit, fun, kindle melting heat and some danger as Khloe learns about her men and who she really is.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this trilogy!

5 Contented Purrs for Heather and Rebecca!

Coming Soon!
Deal Breaker – Heart of the Nebula Book 2

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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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!

Cheers!!

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Outlaw Wolves – Wolves of Willow Bend Book 13 By Heather Long



Outlaw Wolves
Wolves of Willow Bend Book 13
By
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Heather Long

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She doesn’t seem to be anyone’s favorite wolf…

Luciana Esposito Barrows never imagined her dream of uniting the Lone Wolves and giving them a home could go so terribly awry. First, her brother rejected her, repudiating her from Seven Hills and leaving her without a powerful ally. Then the U.S. packs put her on notice, monitoring their movements, keeping them contained…then the Russians came. The last person in the world she expected to turn on her, was her own mate.

She was everything to him…

Rayne Barrows never thought of himself as much of a romantic. In his heart, he was a soldier and had always risen to the task where he was needed. Born in the heart of the Delta Crescent pack, he’d grown up alongside a future Alpha and willingly served her father as a faithful Hound. When the battles for ascension began, he couldn’t face those he loved in combat. He chose a solitary path instead. Journeying around the world, he found himself in Italy…and discovered a wolf he could love. Luciana Esposito captured his heart and he followed her—even when he didn’t believe in her cause. Now with a pack in tatters around them and their enemies closing in, Rayne faces his most brutal challenge.

To save the woman he loves and the pack they formed, he challenged her and took her position as alpha. Can their mate bond survive such a betrayal?

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I’ve waited a long time for this story, and it was totally worth the wait.

This book opens with a visit from Julian and Dallas, the goal to have Three Rivers operate as the other packs do, through trade. Rayne is skeptical at first but has to agree with the benefits.

Now Luciana has done some pretty dumb things but she did it for love. Unfortunately Rayne took the reins from her in Alpha Challenge. Took the pack from her in what she considers the ultimate betrayal.

What she doesn’t realize or even understand for that matter, is the fact that American packs are far different from the one she was raised in. So she keeps failing at least in her own eyes.

Rayne did what he had to do and has been giving her the space she says she needs. It is putting a strain on the pack and their mate bond. He loves her and now he has to win her back.

However the appearance of a Seven Hills Centurion, Rodrigo complicates matters.

This is a favorite scene.

More dry wall flaked away and his claws dug into the wall itself, leaving deep grooves. That would need to be repaired. “Fucking hell, Luciana. I want to talk to you—we need to talk.”

“No,” she said, and left it there. If he didn’t let her go soon, she would have to fight her way to freedom and as he’d already proven, she couldn’t beat him. Not when the last thing she’d wanted to do was harm him. The desire handicapped her severely.

Too bad he couldn’t say the same.

Though in truth, the desire to protect him waned in the face of his continued to push at her.

A portion of the frame tore away and then Rayne dropped his arm, effectively opening the cage. She strode past him and then descended the steps maintaining an air of absolute calm even if her agitated wolf wanted to either flee or fight. Her beast didn’t understand the strain she put them both through, or the conflicting emotions tearing them apart.

Her respite proved brief as he continued his pursuit down the stairs and into the kitchen. She’d planned to make coffee, but perhaps she’d just head out and let him trail her across their territory. Eventually, he had to get bored and leave her be, right?

Then in a fit of pique, she turned to the coffee maker. The previous evening’s stew sat on the stove, untouched. The rich meaty scent of it, despite having cooled, tempted her but her stomach rolled at the thought of eating anything.

She took her time, grinding the coffee beans. A triple shot of espresso would be delicious. Rayne settled against the counter, his arms folded as he regarded her. As long as she kept him out of her periphery, she could ignore him, but not the tremors his stare left eddying across her.

Unfortunately, he remained too near the espresso machine itself so she couldn’t miss the traces of earth, bacon, coffee, and grease from the diner and sawdust—likely from one of the construction projects—underscoring a particular note of juniper and berries.

Dani Reagan.

Resentment tangled with the barbed wire of jealousy, sinking deeper under her skin where the bloody marks wouldn’t be visible.

Giving a hard twist to the handle, she started the hot water flowing through the grounds to make her espresso. The dark, rich scent did little to blot out the scent of the female on his skin. Had he spent the night with her after sending Luciana home like some errant child? And if he wanted the little bitch, why couldn’t he simply let her go?

Why couldn’t she dismiss him?

Once she’d pulled the three shots, she lifted the cup and stepped away from him. She needed to drown out the nauseating ideas conjured by the wolf on him. She scented others, many others, but only Dani’s scent came through clear and distinct. Closing her eyes, Luciana took a deep drink of the espresso.

“You can pretend and ignore me all you want,” Rayne said, his tone softening from the earlier harsh rasp. “We can’t stay at this impasse. It’s not good for the pack. It’s not good for us. It’s not good for you.”

“The pack?” Her upper lip curled. “Really? I thought you wanted to be alpha for the good of the pack.” Wasn’t that his whole damn excuse for the challenge in the first place?

“And I wasn’t wrong.” He matched her tone for tone. “We were losing ground and if you continued to consort with those damn Russians, the other packs would have destroyed us…destroyed you.”

The snort escaped her before she could give it a second thought. “No they wouldn’t have. They were too busy chasing shadows and fighting for a reason to not destroy us. They had multiple opportunities and the only two alphas among them powerful enough to issue such an order were outvoted by the softer, younger ones.”

“Serafina is neither soft nor young and she was on the fence, she was gauging our success. If she caught even a whiff of what you were doing, she would have sided with Diesel and Cassius.”

There had never been any question about which alphas were the most dangerous to their cause. If Julian and his Enforcers had been a pack then, the danger to them would have increased.

“And it doesn’t matter, what I did had nothing to do with them and everything to do with protecting the pack, not that you would know.” She sucked in a breath, trying to stamp out the furious anger roiling through her. “Whatever…enough. I will not debate this with you. The Volchitsa are gone. You are alpha. The damn pack is secure, you have your wish.” She punctuated the sentence by slamming her empty cup down before she pivoted to stride to the door.

She made it two steps before Rayne grabbed her arm and dragged her backwards. Instinct warred with preservation, and she drove her elbow into his gut and her boot onto his bare foot. The distinctive sound of bones snapping preceded his fingers releasing their bite against her arm, and then she faced him and they both glared.

If she’d realized he wasn’t wearing shoes, she probably wouldn’t have stomped so hard. Probably.

Then again, he should learn to his privilege of touching her had been revoked.

Permanently.

“You have your position, you have your pack—but never forget, you do not have me or any rights where I am concerned.” It physically pained her to say the words, a sharp, jagged thrust to the gut.

His eyes flashed and his wolf glowed in his eyes. He narrowed the space between them until his heat rolled over her, but he laid not one finger upon her. “I have every right where you are concerned. You are still mine.”

“A hollow claim for an even emptier promise. You can put whatever name on it you wish, but I will never belong to you again.” No matter how much it ripped at her heart or left her wolf wounded to hear it. Still her other half roused to brush against the inside of her skin, incensed and ready to snap.

They both bit when wounded.

Pain flickered across Rayne’s face, too swiftly to be tracked and then a granite mask settled in place. “Be that as it may, you can dismiss whatever you want, but you are mine and you will allow no other near you. Nor will you leave, do you understand?”

The demand for obedience struck her, his dominance over hers. They were too evenly matched in some ways for her to acquiesce to his control. It crashed against her like a heavy wave upon rocks. She might be permanently stuck, but the water would not dislodge her.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She’d heard the phrase often enough in the past months, and she’d never found a use for it until now. The barb struck, striking like flint against his stony exterior. His jaw flexed and the grinding of his teeth echoed in the harsh space separating them.

They stood there, bound in the vicious jaws of their mated trap. Neither looked away, and neither gave in. His wolf all but snarled at hers, and hers bristled, hackles raised. They hadn’t wanted to hurt him before.

He might not be so lucky a second time.

Finally, Rayne’s eyes bled back to green and he exhaled a long breath. “Do not leave our territory.” It was as good as a by your leave as far as she was concerned and she strode for the door. She needed air, any kind of air…and to clear her nose of the scent of the wolf clinging to him.

But she also needed to rid herself of his scent, all dark, musky and powerful. Alpha suited him, though she would be loathe to admit it aloud. It was the same power that attracted her in the first place. Power tempered by gentleness and warmth.

One foot out the door and his last words slammed into her. “Stay the fuck away from that Rodrigo bastard, Luciana. Trust me, I will know and I’m already planning to kill him. Keep going near him and I’ll make sure I skin him first.”

The words jolted her, and when she spun to retaliate, she found herself alone. He’d left the kitchen before she’d made her escape and he’d had the last word.

She had no damn interest in Rodrigo even as a possible tie to her former home. The wolf took too many liberties and she hadn’t forgotten his spying the night before.

Pain ripped through her middle, and she forced herself away from the house, away from Rayne and farther, away from the town. She bypassed the main street and headed out into the fields, blindly walking as fast as her legs would carry her and she refused to lose it there. No one would see her weakness, or her loss.

She made it a full mile before the first tear fell.

And a second before the sobs broke from her throat.
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A rather horrible twist of fate lands Luciana severely injured and near death. It’s Rayne and the pack that keep her alive until the healer can arrive.

The healer was a pleasant surprise, as was all the visitors that come to aid the pack that needs help in a unique way. You’ll love who shows up as much as I did.

All I can tell you folks, is have your tissues handy, and keep hydrated.

Plenty of tension, revelations, heart-breaking scenes, and the simmer to sizzle is worth every page. Yes, Luciana and Rayne win me over, eventually.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

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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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New Year’s Eve! Lest Old Marines Be Forgot – Always A Marine Book 21 By Heather Long



Lest Old Marines Be Forgot
Always a Marine Book 21
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Heather Long

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She never stopped grieving…

It’s New Year’s Eve, and thirty years since Brenda Connors buried the only man she ever loved. Every year on the anniversary of his death, she rings in the New Year, alone and grieving. But this year…this year she wants to ring it in much differently, takes the advice of her best friend, and signs up for a 1Night Stand. Maybe it’s ridiculous, just a year shy of her fiftieth birthday, for her to try and seek happiness she’s long since given up on.

He doesn’t know what the future holds…

Married to his career and facing forced retirement, Lt. Col. Tom Baxter doesn’t see much of a future for himself in civilian life. A poker game with the son of an old friend earns him some unwanted advice, but he can’t get it out of his head. Maybe signing up for a 1Night Stand date will help him discover what life on the outside might have to offer. The last thing he expects is an elegant soul with a streak of mischief….

Ringing in a new beginning…

Can Tom and Brenda make every second of their countdown to midnight count, lest old Marines be forgot?

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This is my favorite New Year’s Story.

What is most appealing about this book is that Tom and Brenda aren’t young, they are mature adults who never married. Tom because he has been married to his career in the Marines and Brenda because she lost the love of her life to the war.

If you are familiar with the 1 Night Stand Series then you know Madame Eve is notorious for bringing the right two people together for their happily ever after.

Tom is being forced to retire and he has signed up for Madame Eve’s services. He is nervous about it but he is looking to spend New Year’s Eve with someone for a change.

Brenda is hoping to avoid her usual gloomy New Year’s by spending it with a date. A 1 Night Stand her best friend heartily approves of. She needs to move on, it’s been thirty years.

This is a favorite scene at the beginning of their meal.

“There you go being bossy again,” she said, but he heard only affection, not annoyance in the words. “While I may not have been on that many dates in the last thirty years, even I know that talking about my fiancé is not flirtatious behavior.”

Chuckling, he picked up another piece of shrimp cocktail and fed it to her. The ease with which she accepted the offering pleased the hell out of him. “No, I simply respect loyalty, honor, and devotion. No flirting required.”

She chewed the shrimp thoughtfully and washed it down with wine, rather than water that time. “I’ve always had a tough time on New Year’s. Amelia, Steve’s sister, is still my best friend. She’s done everything over the years to encourage me to get back out there. Fixed me up, arranged dinners, but no one ever really interested me. Then we get to this time of year and I can’t help but remember it. And on New Year’s, at midnight….”

The catch in her throat had him easing his chair over to sit next to her, shoulder to shoulder. “At midnight, what happens?”

“I panic. My heart races, I can’t catch my breath, and in the last couple of years, I’ve passed out. Amelia found me the first time. She called 911, thinking I’d had a heart attack.” Her mouth twisted into a rueful grin. “I promised her it wouldn’t happen again— and then it did. Last year was the last straw— according to Amelia. She was right. It was a wake up call and the doctor told me that on the anniversary of his death, I’d get this rush of adrenaline. My pressure rose, my chest hurt, I had trouble breathing, and then I passed out. I always spent New Year’s alone, and until I went to a therapist about it, I hadn’t realized just how much I isolated myself. Every year made it worse. So, I got some help… and oh, Lord, this is embarrassing….”

Yet the strength with which she spoke, the gradual easing of the stiffness in her shoulders and the tears said much more. “I think it’s beautiful. You still care enough about him to mourn him thirty years later. No man could ask for more, but I don’t think he’d like it.” He didn’t have to know Steve, but based on what she’d said, Tom couldn’t imagine the young Marine would never have wanted this for a woman he cared about. “You had an issue, you faced it. Tonight is about being somewhere else and not in that moment.”

“Guilty.” She blew out a breath. “Amelia wants me to let it all go.”

“What do you want?” Because her would-have-been sister-in-law wasn’t the woman who interested him.

“I don’t know, not to be crying on the shoulder of a man I just met. To be flirty and playful and have that good time I signed up for— maybe laugh and dance and… and not pass out when my heart hurts.” She bit her lower lip then grinned ruefully. “Maybe get to know you a little better.”

“What do you want to know?”

Mission accepted.

Long, Heather. Lest Old Marines Be Forgot (Always a Marine Book 21) (Kindle Locations 455-478). Decadent Publishing Company, LLC. Kindle Edition.

A short inspiring story with enough heat and compassion to melt your heart.

Also a reminder that no matter how old you are, there is still someone out there if you bother to take a look.

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National 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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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
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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.”
Heather Long. Ghost Wolf (Kindle Locations 1532-1615). Heather Long. Kindle Edition.

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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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.
Heather Long. Thunder Wolf (Kindle Locations 1753-1774). Heather Long.

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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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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His Moonstruck Wolf
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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.
Heather Long. His Moonstruck Wolf: Wolves of Willow Bend 10.5 (Kindle Locations 288-311). Heather Long.

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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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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