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Wolf Unleashed – Wolves of Willow Bend Book 14 by Heather Long


Wolf Unleashed
Wolves of Willow Bend Book 14
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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Change swept through the packs of North America, leaving in its wake seven packs where once only five stood. Old enemies still lurk, past hatreds fester, and the shadow of invaders linger. The challenge of diplomacy, evaluating the old laws, and instituting the new ones falls squarely on the shoulders of the pack Seconds. It’s a whole new world, and what took so long to construct…remains vulnerable.

Luc Danes is Second, and best friend, to Brett Dalton the Alpha of Hudson River. He has his hands full training healer and alpha’s mate Colby in how to defend herself as well as hone her wolf senses. It’s not a bad life for a bachelor wolf, not really—except lately, all the eligible females have turned him down. No dates. No playing. Nothing. He’s untouchable. Turns out no one wants to lay a finger on what rumors have labeled the Alpha’s property as the third to the alpha’s pairing leaving Luc one shocked and frustrated wolf.

Just the position he wants to be in when paired with the stunning Charlie who doesn’t know him at all and is unlike any other wolf he’s known. So why can’t he even earn a second look?

Charlotte “Charlie” Miller works in the city, an urban wolf, she rarely sheds her skin for fur. As an executive handling day-to-day meetings for her alpha in New York and around the world, she knows how to handle even the most difficult of individuals. But changes in pack structures across the country require a different kind of handling, and Brett calls in his chief negotiator to back up his Second, and to give him a crash course in diplomacy.

Unfortunately, Charlie has dealt with wolves and humans just like Luc before and it doesn’t matter how sexy he is, she refuses to be impressed.

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I’ve loved Luc since we met him in River Wolf, he’s the perfect second to Brett.

He was the one who brought Colby to Hudson River and it turned out that she was Brett’s mate and a latent wolf until Trent ‘fixed’ her.

Now Luc has an unusual situation going on, he’s been one many dates but not one of the wolves would let it go further than a drink or a meal. When he finds out why he’s outraged and bursts into his Alpha’s home.

This is a favorite scene.

He pulled right up to the garage and parked off to the side. Lights were on at the healer’s house, but so were they at Brett’s. It was mid-week, and still early, and while Brett rose before dawn most days, he rarely went to bed before midnight. Letting himself in, Luc followed his nose right to the kitchen where Brett was pouring coffee.

“I can’t get laid,” he announced, probably louder than he intended, but he couldn’t help it. It was so fucking ridiculous. “And it’s all your fault.”

Brett paused in mid-reach for a third mug, and studied him as if he’d grown a second head. His best friend pursed his lips before sliding the carafe back into the coffee maker and opening a cupboard where a bottle of whiskey hid. Unscrewing the cap, he filled a tumbler with a couple of fingers and slid it over toward Luc.

“Okay,” Brett said slowly. “I’ll bite. How is it my fault?”

Grateful for the whiskey, Luc tossed the whole glass back and let it burn its way through his system before saying. “Because some damn fool has decided that dating me would be tantamount to stepping on your property, and no one will cross the line with you.”

A frown gathered between Brett’s brows, and he squinted at Luc. “Come again?”

“Yeah, sounded fucking ridiculous to me, too, but apparently— I’m off-limits, the secret third of the Alpha pairing, and no one will step on your toes.” He shook his head. Patrick had repeated it to him twice, and Patrick wasn’t a wolf prone to practical jokes. He was too sober by half. The fact he’d been practically squirming verbally over sharing what was probably the juiciest gossip in Hudson River— Luc was going to kill his mother— lent the whole idea that wolves believed that crap more weight.

Brett hadn’t said a word, but had instead, unscrewed the bottle of whiskey and poured another two fingers into Luc’s now empty glass.

“For weeks, I’ve been asking out a few of the ladies, you know— dinner date or drinks, and most of them find excuses or just turn me down. Can’t get them to look at me twice. Got Sabra to have drinks with me, but she pretty much finished her drink, patted me on the head, and told me to tell you hi before she took off.” Luc shook his head, at the time it hadn’t seemed anything more than a genuine comment— but now… “Not an hour ago, Amanda and I are out to dinner for steak… Amanda, the gorgeous brunette who works over in Reeves End…”

“Crazy crystal shop,” Brett said with a nod. “Colby loves her stuff.”

“Exactly. I’ve wanted her to go out with me for months, and we’re sitting there, having a good time— or at least I thought we were— and in the middle of our steak, she just says, to be clear at the end of the evening, there will be absolutely no sex for you, Luc Danes.” He tossed back the whiskey, then pinched the bridge of his nose. The burn was helping with the knots in his shoulders, but he’d need to drink the whole bottle, and maybe most of a second for it to do any good. “Fucking ridiculous, I mean sex would have been great, but that wasn’t why I took her out to dinner.”

“Clearly, that’s why it’s my fault you can’t get laid.” The dry delivery pulled Luc up short, and he glared at his best friend. Brett picked up his mug and took a sip of coffee. “But why don’t we get to the part where it’s my fault…”

“I told you— the word through the pack is I’m off-limits, no one will touch your property.” Even saying the words made him want to spit.

Another slow blink. “Because you’re the secret third to my mating with Colby?”

“Right?” It was fucking stupid.

Then Brett did the very last thing he thought he would do.

He laughed.

“Man,” Luc exhaled, hands braced on the countertop. “Not funny.”

“Depends on your point of view,” Brett said, amusement filling his eyes. “From over here in the expensive seats, it’s pretty hilarious.”

Luc groaned. “I hate you.”
Heather Long. Wolf Unleashed: Wolves of Willow Bend (Kindle Locations 142-173). Heather Long.

Just the thought of Luc being in a Triad with Brett had me laughing hysterically. That is sooo not happening.

Then to make matters worse, Brett assigns him to work with Charlotte aka Charlie on negotiations with the other packs.

Charlie is almost Luc’s exact opposite, she lives and works in the city. She’s the pack’s attorney and Chief Executive as well as running the day to day operations of Hudson River International.

There’s a lot more to Charlie than that and Luc discovers it almost right away. She’s a very special kind of wolf and those close to her are very protective. Although she can hold her own in more ways than one.

This is a page turning read as Luc falls, I loved Charlie’s brothers and the interactions with Adler an enforcer. I love Luc’s mom Babette and she definitely won my heart after a confrontation with Adele, Charlie’s mom.

I’m sure we will be seeing more these two as they work on contracts with the other packs. It appears Trask may be the next of the Seconds to fall in love.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series, I hope it’s out soon!

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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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Wolves of Change: Wolves of Willow Bend Books 7-9 By Heather Long


Wolves of Change
The Alphas of Hudson River,
Sutter Butte and the Yukon packs
are the pivots upon which
the world of the wolves will change.

Wolves of Change
Wolves of Willow Bend Books 7-9
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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River Wolf

Brett Dalton, Alpha of Hudson River, isolated himself from his pack mates after one betrayed him. The once, easygoing Alpha has become taciturn, remote and unforgiving. His pack worries for him, but they too have suffered a devastating blow. When several members leave to join Three Rivers, the pack faces the threat of dissolution until Brett’s best friend and Lone Wolf, Luc Danes returns to Hudson River accompanied by a beautiful young human—or is she? Something about the woman consumes Brett. Has Luc come home to help or to take the pack from Brett?

Colby Jensen wrapped up thousands of hours of community service working at the hospital in Maine when an injured Luc Danes rolled through the door. The impossible patient drove the nurses crazy, but when Danes offered her money no strings attached to drive him to New York, she agreed. The last thing she expected was to arrive in the small Westchester County town and to meet the craziest collection of residents—especially the devastatingly sexy Brett Dalton. Part of her wants to hit the road, the rest wants to make him smile and he keeps making excuses for her to stay.

Then she sees the wolves…and is exposed to a world she can barely imagine. When Brett discovers a secret about her, nothing will be the same again. Now she will find herself torn between a world she isn’t sure she can understand and the man who has taken her heart hostage…

Desert Wolf

Cassius, Alpha of Sutter Butte, leads the most ruthless and dangerous pack in the United States. A pack comprised of misfits who didn’t fit in their previous packs, cast offs discarded by their packs and forgotten wolves who rose to create a pack more than a century before it utter defiance of the order of the day. Sometimes pitiless and cruel, he wants more for his people than a yearly bloodbath as they fight for a new place, a better spot in the pecking order. To change his pack, means to change himself and he will find rebellion on all sides, not the least of which is his own defiant heart.

Sovvan Stark, Omega of Delta Crescent, lives a cherished, beloved life in the center of her pack, a delicate and hard won balance. Though she is not the only Omega, she is the most experienced with the tremors of pack upset when power shifts from Alpha to Alpha. When her Alpha approaches her about Sutter Butte’s request, Sovvan considers the matter for several long months. While she might hold within her the key to helping the Sutter Butte Alpha, the undertaking could very well kill her.

Accompanied by a single Hound, Sovvan begins a journey to help Cassius rebuild the foundation of his pack, but first she will have to transform him…

Snow Wolf

Don’t miss the highly anticipated installment in the Wolves of Willow Bend as we travel north to one of the most secretive packs in the U.S.

Ranae is the youngest of the Buckleys and the only girl amongst three powerful male siblings. Her restlessness and dominant nature affected her every relationship within Willow Bend, not to mention testing the patience of her Alpha. Apprenticeship to the Hunters fed her desire for a purpose. When her Alpha and eldest brother ask her to undertake a mission to the Yukon territory, she’s thrilled at the opportunity to be useful. Clashing with the Alpha was the last thing she expected on the dangerous assignment.

The oldest Alpha in the U.S. packs lives a gray existence. The loss of his mate so many decades before wears away at him until he doesn’t give a damn about anything. The problems of the other packs are not his, and he prefers to be left to his isolation. The arrival of the Chief Enforcer annoys him, but it is the wolf traveling with him who wakes the predator in Diesel. The scent of mate clings to her, but she rejects his overtures and challenges him on every level.

War may be coming for the Yukon, but Diesel’s battle is very personal…

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River Wolf

I fell in love with Brett in Wolf Claim, a book that defines the Brett we see in this book. We also got a glimpse of him in Bayou Wolf at the summit of the Alphas. So now I really hate seeing him hiding away, almost like a lone wolf instead of the Alpha. When his friend and lone wolf Luc ends up in a Maine hospital in a coma, he tells the enforcer to bring him to Hudson River for recovery.

Luc in his current state needs to get to Hudson River fast. Instead of waiting for the enforcer, he enlists the aide of Colby, the nursing assistant doing his care.

Colby is a hard-headed, infuriating, caring, big hearted, nursing assistant. She is the only one that seems to be able to ‘calm the beast’ in room 510. He’s angry in pain and he wants to leave. She agrees to take Luc to NY on her way to Florida. With her community service completed, her intention is to start a new life far away.

Colby seems human, but is she? She smells different sometimes, to quote Luc ‘pack but not pack’.

This is a favorite scene after Colby delivers Luc to Brett.

So not ready to be awake…A knock on the door intruded in her drifting and she groaned. Dammit, she was a guest. She couldn’t stay in bed all day. In fact, what she needed to do was get up, shower, dress and get her ass on the road. Florida seemed a hell of a long way to go, though. Rolling over, she shoved the blankets away then climbed out of the bed. Glaring at the light between the curtains, she rubbed a hand over her face then stumbled to the door.

Opening it a crack, she gazed at her host. Goddammit. He looked perfect. Dressed in a clean, nicely-pressed shirt with the top two buttons open to reveal the faint curls of dark against his chest and smelling like heaven, he looked good enough to eat. His hair wasn’t even damp, though it fell in a soft wave toward his forehead. He’d been up long enough to shower and dress—and he wore a smile.

“Ugh,” she sighed. “Please God, tell me you are not one of those happy morning people.”

The corner of his sensual mouth quirked higher. The effect on his expression devastated her sleepy senses. No human should ever look so damn good without coffee. The combination of rake and boy next door added to his appeal, but the trace of scars and mottled skin gave him a ruggedness she desperately wanted to smooth away. “I woke you.”

“Not exactly,” she admitted, rubbing her cheek against the door and leaning on it a little more heavily. Everything ached and she wanted to go back to sleep. “I’m used to getting by on a lot less sleep.” And rolling out of bed to go to work for eight hour shifts that, as often as not, turned into ten to twelve hours on her feet. “I think I am more tired than I thought.” She yawned the last three words and, when she glanced at him again, his expression softened.

Extending a finger, he traced the line of her cheek. It was a soothing motion, one which left her eyes half-closing in pleasure. “Go back to bed, Colby.” His voice washed over her. “I’ll be in my office working.”

“I can’t laze about in bed all day.” No matter how good it sounded.

“Why not?”

“Because…” She had to go to Florida or at least say her goodbyes. She was a guest, and not even an intentional one. “…Luc. I should probably check on him.”

“He’s fine. The doctor is with him.” The indulgence in his voice evaporated, but the steadiness in his tone remained. “Go back to sleep. When you wake up, come find me. We’ll have coffee.”

Tempting. So. So. Tempting.

“I’m up now…but coffee sounds like heaven. Really, really strong coffee.”

“Double pot? I made one. I can run it through again.”

Colby groaned at the idea. Now that he’d mentioned it, she could smell the coffee. It proved even more alluring than the sweet vanilla and jasmine entwining the pine of his cologne on her pillow. Releasing the door to stretch, she would have thumped her tail if she’d had one. “Yes, please, if it wouldn’t be too much to ask.”

Silence greeted her comment, and she found Brett gazing at her, rapt admiration in his eyes as he trailed his gaze down her body and up again.

Fuck me… She still only wore a t-shirt and panties, and she’d just given him a show. “Crap. Sorry.” Slamming the door shut, she leaned against it. Adrenaline burned through the remaining traces of sleepiness—adrenaline and a healthy dose of lust. Having him look at her like that warmed her inside and out.

“Please.” His voice stroked her through the door. “Don’t apologize. I’ll go fix the coffee. Come and find me.”

The invitation had her toes curling, and she bit her lip. “I will,” she said, then added in a low whisper. “I promise.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

A shiver skated over her spine, and she closed her eyes. Maybe she should have invited him inside to go back to bed with her. Inappropriate as hell and impulsive, but she bet Brett would wake her even better than the coffee.

He already has…
Long, Heather. River Wolf: Wolves of Willow Bend (pp. 131-133). Heather Long. Kindle Edition.

I loved this tale set where I used to live in NY, I could visualize the area as I read. The river, SUNY, all of it. I did a lot of giggling in this one. Colby is a bit of a smart ass and each time Brett gets her to stay as Luc requested is a struggle.

We also see Gillian and Owen from Willow Bend again since Gillian is helping to train the young healer, Travis. Gillian befriends Colby and gives her reasons to stay in Hudson River.

The romance is snarky and hot and one really shouldn’t call an Alpha a dog…

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Desert Wolf

Heather Long has done it again! This tale is woven so intricately it captures you and doesn’t let go until the last word is read and then you want more.

This is a difficult book, but worth every minute. Cassius is a brutal Alpha, he has to be in order to rule. However, he has a vision of what he wants his pack to be and will go to any lengths to achieve it.

With misgivings Serafina, lets her Omega Sovvan decide whether or not she will help Cassius achieve his goal.

There is already unrest with the knowledge of an Omega coming to Sutter Butte, but even Cassius didn’t realize the extent of the hate and brutality that would be shown at her arrival. The action starts right at the beginning and even as they converse, umm, growl at each other you can feel the heat rising between them.

A favorite scene is when Cassius sees her on his roof.

“Woman.” Cassius’ voice echoed through the silence, and she jerked her gaze toward the yard, He stood just inside the gates, which closed silently behind him. “What the hell are doing up there?”

“Taking a walk.”

“On the roof?” Irritation pebbled his words.

“Well your yard isn’t that big, and I’m bored.” She actually hadn’t meant to admit the last. “I need…I want out of here. I hate feeling like a prisoner.” Her hand trembled, and the shaking seemed to radiate through her. “I need to run.”
Heather Long. Desert Wolf (Kindle Locations 1760-1763). Kindle Edition.

Oh and run they did, as Cassius reveals a side to him no one has ever seen before.

Claire and Tyler, from Willow Bend join in the action, with Mason’s approval. We also see Julian, and all the other Alphas with the exception of Diesel, as they reflect on all the things that have happened in this book.

A fast paced read with plenty of twists, turns, surprises, laughter and tears. As I re-read this series I remember why I love these wolves so very much.

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Snow Wolf

If you’ve been reading this series, you know the Buckley’s are a close knit family and every one of the siblings have Alpha potential. The Triplets, AJ, Ty and Lincoln, have all found their mates. AJ is Mason’s second and mated to turned wolf Vivian. Ty and Claire are finally mated and currently assisting Cassius the Sutter Butte Alpha, and finally Linc is mated to Seraphina the Delta Crescent Alpha. Which brings me to Ranae, she has been somewhat on the outside since her taunting of Claire ended up with her hurting Mason’s mate Alexis.

Sent to train as a hunter she has now reached apprenticeship and has been allowed back into Willow Bend for brief periods of time. Now Mason and AJ have decided that she should be the one to go to the Yukon to ascertain Diesel is still the Alpha and in control. If he is then she is to inform him of the attacks that have occurred at Hudson River and Sutter Butte by Russian wolves.

Julian will be the one escorting her, and she has gathered as much information as she can from the hunters who have gone there before. Not really relishing the primitive conditions they described she embraces the responsibility Mason has entrusted her with.

Julian is not easy to get along with on a good day, and when he takes off for the day in wolf form she is relieved. Hopefully he will find Diesel so she can deliver her messages and go home. Cold showers weren’t cutting it.

Diesel knew immediately that Ranae is his mate, the one whose scent taunted him while in Willow Bend.

This is a favorite scene between them in the guest cabin.

“I don’t want to fight you.”

“Wonderful. I have no desire to fight you, but if you need to beat on me to make yourself feel better, go right ahead. I’m very sturdy.”

The corner of her mouth kicked into an involuntary smile, and his breath lodged in his throat, the single glimpse of sweetness a better reward than he could have imagined. “Are you insane?”

“Depends on your definition of sanity.” The tangle of her hair contrasted with the wool of her pullover. How soft would the strands be? When she failed to respond, he reached out to test his theory. She slapped his hand away, and the sting intrigued him.

“Stop.” Command reverberated through the single syllable. “I came here as a messenger, nothing else. Keep your teeth and your hands to yourself. Am I clear?”

In all things, an Alpha could command. He could take a life. He could grant it. Wolves who pledged to an Alpha could be sent into the heart of danger and forfeit all that they owned. The heart, however, could not be commanded nor could he take what she would not willingly give.

His wolf bucked at the rejection, but Diesel withdrew three steps to give her space. Clasping his hands behind his back, he studied the beautiful Hunter before him. She would not tumble easily, nor would she accept his direct pledge. Very well, if he had to learn to court, then he would find what enticed her. “Dress,” he ordered. “Several layers. We will be leaving the guest quarters.”

Expecting obedience, he turned to the entrance and pressed the code to allow Julian entry.

“Are you staying with her or leaving?” Her presence was non-negotiable.

“Since you asked so nicely…” The Chief Enforcer’s expression barely shifted, yet a smirk echoed beneath his words. “I’d be happy to stay.”

Uninterested in the old wolf’s games, Diesel spared his mate another studying look. Ranae gaped at him, and she hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Trust me when I say it will be more comfortable if you get dressed, but if you insist on testing my patience, I’ll happily take care of stripping you first then dressing you.”

The taunt did what the order would not. She moved.

His wolf rose, stretching and raking his claws. Yes, they had the scent of this hunt.
Long, Heather. Snow Wolf (Kindle Locations 435-454). Heather Long. Kindle Edition.

In spite of the warning the Yukon pack gets hit, the damages several wolves dead, some injured and everyone in their outlying basecamp gone.

With vengeance on his mind Diesel still works on convincing Ranae she’s the only one for him. Things do fall into place for her after they fight together against a Russian wolf, a lieutenant of the Volchitsa, a roving band, claiming land where they could any way they could.

All Diesel has to do is find the pack behind this invasion, destroy it and claim his mate.

A trip to Russia was planned and Diesel is blindsided by Ranae as he gets joined by the pack seconds. Etienne from Delta Crescent, Luc from Hudson River and Trask from Sutter Butte, Julian the head of the enforcers and of course his potential mate, Ranae from Willow Bend.

Not only do we get to know and love Ranae and Diesel, but we learn some very interesting things about Julian and the Yukon.

Plenty of action and drama, combined with the mating dance of Ranae and Diesel make this a book you won’t be able to put down.

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Heather Long Heather Long

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

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

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


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Dawn of Three Rivers – Wolves of Willow Bend Books 4-6 by Heather Long


Dawn of Three Rivers
The Wolves of Willow Bend
face a whole new challenge.

Dawn of Three Rivers
Woves of Willow Bend Books 4-6
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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Rogue Wolf

The Italian Alpha, Salvatore Esposito, crossed an ocean and dared to venture into unfriendly territory to hunt for his missing sister in Willow Bend.. He’ll do anything to get her back, even if it means he must resist chasing the fierce enforcer who wakens his primal beast…anything.

As an enforcer, Margo Montgomery monitors the lone wolves. She is in the middle of investigating missing wolves from multiple territories when the order comes in to escort the Salvatore to Willow Bend. There’s bad blood between her and the current Alpha of Willow Bend, but they soon discover a new danger–a lone wolf gone rogue.

Now Margo must hunt the rogue–a pursuit made all the more dangerous because it becomes readily apparent the rogue they seek isn’t alone and Salvatore refuses to be left behind–not when wolves are vanishing without a trace…

Bayou Wolf

The rise of so many lone wolves into a prospective sixth pack brings the Alphas of all the North American packs to Willow Bend for a summit. Having so many powerful dominants in one place invites challenges and hazards. No protocol can be ignored and none feels the strain more than Lincoln Buckley. He’s been charged by his Alpha to act as liaison for the Delta Crescent Alpha—the fierce and wildly beautiful Serafina Andre.

Serafina stands apart from her ‘fellow’ Alphas. As the only female to hold sway over a North American pack, she only has Delta Crescent’s interests in mind. She expects challenges from the other male Alphas, dominants all, due to their need to protect females. It doesn’t surprise her in the least to find out the wolf assigned as her liaison has also been tasked with her protection. What does startle her is the depth of her interest in him.

An Alpha doesn’t submit, no matter how much the woman in her might crave him. Her pack must come first, especially since what Willow Bend proposes is insanity…

Untamed Wolf

Dylan Royce, Willow Bend Hunter, is a natural flirt and courted his fair share of she-wolves, but he’s never found the woman who makes his pulse race. With the new pack’s borders verging on Willow Bend territory, he’s tasked with keeping an eye on them. His job grows more challenging daily, especially since one seductive female keeps crossing the line.

Chrystal Landros knows she’s supposed to keep to her side of the Three Rivers-Willow Bend line. But she loves to explore, and Willow Bend is home to some spectacular sites. As a former Lone Wolf, she hasn’t always been certain of her welcome, but her new home in Three Rivers opens a wonderful world of unfamiliar opportunities. Too bad the wolf who makes her blood heat is tasked with keeping her away from the places she wants to visit.

While Dylan and Chrystal clash repeatedly over her border incursions, the game between them threatens to turn deadly. Tensions between Willow Bend and Three Rivers continue to rise. Could their forbidden dalliance be the spark to ignite a war?

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Rogue Wolf

This is one of my favorite Willow Bend books even though I didn’t have much love for Margo when I started reading it. The drool worthy Italian Alpha Salvatore, the strong, snarky and sometimes brutal Enforcer Margo, a missing sister, a rogue lone wolf and of course the ever not so lovable Julian.

Mason is the Alpha who grants Salvatore entry to the US to search for his sister and Margo is the enforcer who collects him from the airport and escorts him to Willow Bend. A trip that is quite amusing as Margo takes offense at just about everything Salvatore says.

This is a favorite scene as Salvatore makes no pretense of wanting her.

He wanted to rip Rayne’s lying head from his shoulders or at the very least snap his neck. “When we track them, I will verify that my sister is not mated. If she is not—then you may have him. If she is…he is mine.” It was the only concession he was prepared to make.

“So you’re claiming him if they’re mated?” The rational response surprised him, but he considered his options.

“Perhaps,” he said. “I know my sister. She is a delicate thing. I do not know if she would survive losing her mate. I do know she would not have mated and kept it a secret willfully. Nor would she have had any reason to run. I have to know what happened between them to know what damage he has done.”

“Fine,” Margo stunned him with her acquiescence. “If they are mated, he’s yours. If they aren’t, he’s mine. I don’t need time to decide his fate. If they aren’t mated, I’m killing him.” Despite the flip tone at the end of her statement, the darkness in her eyes tugged at him.

“You do not have to, if you do not wish. I will not judge you weak for wishing to forgive him…” The words were the wrong ones, she dug her claws into him and the fabric tore.

“I am not weak. Mercy is never weak. Mercy is what we give when someone is deserving of our compassion. I do not know what this Rayne Barrows is, but do not belittle me again, Salvatore. Clear?”

Closing his grip, he applied pressure until her claws retracted. “I did not mean to offer insult, bella. However, we should have rules if you wish to keep clawing me. I prefer your claws in my back rather than my chest and the scrape of them… I find is very arousing.”

This close he could not miss the spice of her desire invading her anger.

“Anytime you wish to test your claws on me, all you must do is say the word. Capisce?

“Asshole.” Her grumbled remark, so disrespectful and yet teasing in the same breath, amused him.

Deliberately misunderstanding, he tugged her hand from his chest and lifted it to press a kiss to her open palm, daring her claws. “Is that your word, then?”

Her pupils dilated briefly, then her gaze narrowed. “Is what my word?”

“The word you wish to use when you desire to be in my bed?”

Understanding flared and she growled, the low sound so full of menace and threat it was adorable.

“I shall remember it well,” he promised, then nipped the heel of her hand hard enough for her to feel his teeth. She sucked in a breath, but didn’t pull away. “Simply call me that again, and I will know you are ready for me.”

Sadly, she kept her silence on the word and he released her.

Clearing her throat, Margo slid sideways to escape him and he let her go. “We need to get moving—and you need a change of clothes.”

Yes, better to get back to business.
Long, Heather. Rogue Wolf (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 4) (pp. 91-94). Kindle Edition.

The search for the Alpha’s sister brings forth a realization that is not in the least comforting. Not to the enforcers and certainly not to Mason.

For Margo another unsettling truth could mean her death, but maybe for a chance at something more if she is willing to take it.

We meet a lot of enforcers in this one, including the powerful and mysterious Julian. Plenty of interaction with Mason and Willow Bend including a showdown or two with Margo’s mother.

Fast paced, intriguing, sensuous and witty, don’t miss this book!

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Bayou Wolf

Tensions are high in this book as we meet all the Alphas. The severity of the prospect of a sixth pack has Mason calling for a summit of all the Alphas, but Emma also needs to speak with the other healers regarding the issues from Hudson River. Thus the Alpha must bring their healer, since no Alpha will let harm come to a healer.

Mason is a crafty devil, I swear it! His choices for each Alpha’s liason is genius. Claire for Cassius, Dylan for Diesel, Owen for Brett and Linc for Serafina. Claire because of her relationship with Cassius, Dylan and Owen because of their strength, and Linc because of his Alpha potential although he doesn’t want it.

This is a favorite scene as Linc botches the initial greeting with Serafina.

A broad face and square jaw kept his pretty down to handsome. The corner of his full mouth kicked up a fraction in a smile. Most Hunters, her Hounds included, carried themselves with a faint air of aggression. The wolf waiting for them seemed far calmer on the surface.

Who did Mason send to be her liaison?

“Wait here.” She reinforced with the order with her will and slid out of the car. A hint of rain perfumed the air, but the gray cloud cover remained too thin for more than some sprinkles. The cooler temperatures sent goosebumps racing over her skin. An unsettling chill curled at the base of her spine and raced through her system as though she’d encountered static. Even in winter, home was warmer than the wooded campground she crossed.

The waiting male straightened as she strode across the grass. His chin raised and she got a good look at the dark blue of his eyes when his gaze collided with hers. Strength pulsed behind those eyes—strength and something more. Her wolf’s attention snapped through her. The beast’s focus was so intense, she clenched her hands to keep her claws from extending.

Alpha. The whisper of insight came from the spirits her mother communed with throughout her life. The powerful voodoo priestess took a wolf to mate then became a wolf herself. Though a turned wolf, Maria never abandoned her faith, and she’d passed her gifts to her children. When the spirits shared their knowledge, Serafina listened. Strong. Tempestuous.

“Hot.” The last came out in a masculine timbre not remotely resembling the spirits. At her raised eyebrows, the wolf gazing at her blinked and the tips of his ears reddened. The faint scent of citrus, woods, and freshly crushed evergreens perfumed the air. Clearing his throat, the wolf gave her a half-grin. “My apologies, Serafina Andre. I’m afraid your beauty bowled me over and the filter between my brain and my mouth failed.”

The apology shouldn’t amuse her, so she schooled her features and waited. Power, tightly contained and raw, roiled around the other wolf. Trust Mason to surround himself with powerful wolves. It had been one of his more attractive qualities—a self-confidence he didn’t need to bolster by weakening the wolves around him.

“And apparently my foot in mouth-itis continues.” Clearing his throat, he shoved his long fingers through his hair and gave her a slow grin. “Serafina Andre, on behalf of Mason Clayborne, I bid you welcome to Willow Bend. We have prepared a house for you and your wolves. I will be acting as your liaison. If there is anything you need—anything—you tell me, and I’ll see it taken care of.”
Long, Heather. Bayou Wolf (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 5) (pp. 53-54). Heather Long. Kindle Edition.

I couldn’t believe Diesel’s audacity, or for that matter Alexis storming in, between Mason and him. A hold your breath moment for sure even before the first summit meeting.

Serafina comes on to Linc pretty strong, but he fights his attraction for the sake of the summit. That is until he can’t.

After the matings in the previous book, I can’t help but wonder if Mason already knew Linc and Sera would become mates.

I did quite a bit of giggling, held my breath more than once, I even sniffled a few times. Yet another book I couldn’t put down until I turned the last page.

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Untamed Wolf

Oh Chrystal, you truly stink at staying within borders. The situations you get yourself into, well let’s just say you need to be more careful.

Dylan was looking forward to his date and enjoying the snowfall on his route when he scented the wayward wolf. When he finds her in a precarious position he is annoyed and scared for her.

This is a favorite scene when he needs her to shift so she’ll be warm and get to his cabin quicker.

Wide eyes blinking at him again, she swallowed. “You’re naked.”

“No kidding. And if my balls get frostbite, I’ll do more than snarl at you. Shift.”

“But you’re staring at me.”

It was Dylan’s turn to blink. Nudity wasn’t a big deal. She certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. Her long tumble of brown hair fell in damp waves against her soft olive skin. Blessed by generous curves and full breasts, she lacked tight muscle definition but her plush form didn’t betray any hint of weakness. If anything, it reinforced his need to see her safely shifted to a warmer form and out of the snow before she caught a real illness. Though wolves rarely sickened the way humans did, they could get ill if they didn’t take care of themselves.

Or if those who are supposed to be taking care of her fail to look after her properly. The failure to do so added another black mark against the new so-called Alpha, as far as he was concerned. “Just change, Chrystal. The faster you do, the faster I can slip this on you and change myself.”

Another hop from foot to foot as misery burst like a rain cloud over her head. “I don’t know if I can do it while you’re watching.”

Not a refusal, not a challenge, a cry for help. Grunting, Dylan said, “I’ll watch the tree line, but I’m not turning my back on you.” Then, because her continued quaking left him feeling like an asshole, he gentled his tone. “You’re safe, Chrystal. Nothing will touch you while you shift. I promise.”

Doubt clung to her expression, although her eyes remained downcast. She nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

Yep. Her gratitude at being granted protection while she did as he’d ordered increased his sense of being a jerk. The little wolf was in the wrong, and it was his task to correct her and send her from their territory. Her constant flouting of the rules, however, needed to be quashed. How the hell did she survive as a Lone Wolf when she didn’t know how to follow the simple restrictions outlined by the probation treaty offered to Three Rivers?

Scanning the tree line, Dylan waited for the sounds of her shift, but none seemed forthcoming. Sparing her a glance, he found her arms folded tight against her chest while she continued to alternate from foot to foot. Her shivering increased ten-fold, however, and a faint tinge of blue touched her lips.

“What’s wrong?” Why the hell isn’t she shifting?

“I don’t know,” she said with more fear in her tone than bite. “I’m trying, but nothing seems to be happening.”

Disregarding her earlier discomfort at his stare, Dylan studied her. Her shivering increased. His wolf rousing from their shared grumpiness, he clasped her shoulder. If she couldn’t shift, she was in a lot more trouble than frozen clothes, frostbite and violating Willow Bend territorial boundaries. “Chrystal.” He snapped out the two syllables of her name and her gaze jerked to his. Calling a wolf out was a job best left to an Alpha, but dominant wolves could do it if they could override the more submissive wolf’s tendencies.

His vision flickered as his wolf peered out of his eyes. Growling, he uttered the command, “Shift.”

One blink. Then two. Her walnut eyes bled gold as her wolf glared out at him. No, not glared. Her wolf wasn’t angry; she was terrified. Fisting his control, Dylan let his anger and frustration bleed out of him. Ordering her wolf around when she plainly didn’t know how to cope with a more dominant animal served no one.

“Come on, darling,” he murmured, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “Come on out and play.”

The change rippled over her, and her eyes went completely wolf. When the muscles beneath his hand began to tug, he released her and stepped back to give her space. Shivering cascaded into the violence of her change. Her moans turned to whimpers and growls. Finally, fur glided over her shifted bones and form. She landed on four feet in front of him, panting hard.

Giving her a moment to reorient herself, Dylan lowered to a crouch rather than towering over her. The stink of fear occluded her sweeter scent. Yes, she needed discipline. Yes, she broke their treaty. Yes, he needed to kick her ass, but none of those offenses interested him at the moment. The she-wolf’s terror ignited every protective instinct he had. Extending a hand, he said, “Good girl. Beautiful job.”

A low whine vibrated in her throat, and she dropped to her belly. Dammit. His wolf’s frustration mirrored Dylan’s. They didn’t want her crawling. If he dragged her to him and gave her a hug, he’d likely scare the shit out of her. Settling his palm against her head, he gave her a gentle scratch.

“Sweet girl, thank you.” The wolf’s ears flicked toward him. She was a dusky black and white wolf, darker hairs sprinkled amongst the silver and white. In low light and at a distance, she’d look more like a husky than wolf. Her slighter build would help her blend in more urban areas. When she dared a glance at him, he gave her a small smile.

“Can you stand up, beautiful? Need to put these clothes over your head and around your shoulders.” If he fit it snug enough, they wouldn’t hamper her movements. With great hesitation and care, she rose to her feet, but kept her whole body hunched and tail tucked between her legs.

Ignoring the frigid air and his own discomfort, Dylan kept his touch on her light. Gradually, her slunk gave way to a better posture, and she darted another look at him. Maintaining a smile, he said, “Ready when you are, beautiful.”
Long, Heather. Untamed Wolf (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 6) (pp. 12-16).Kindle Edition.

This is not the last time Chrystal crosses borders. The next time in the middle of a blizzard leads to issues with her pack and Willow Bend. But it also leads to rescuing a wolf and her cub and three days alone with Dylan.

Lots of surprises in this one, we see a bit more the mysterious Enforcer Julian and of course Mason. Some hold your breath scenes and some seriously hot ones.

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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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Have You Read The Wolves of Willow Bend? Rise of the Alpha – Wolves of Willow Bend Books 1-3 by Heather Long


Rise of the Alpha
A Collection of the First Three Books

Willow Bend Collection

Rise of the Alpha
Wolves of Willow Bend Books 1-3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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Wolf Bite

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After a dominance challenge ended with his parents deaths, Mason left Willow Bend and his pack behind, choosing instead to live life on his own terms…as a Lone Wolf. A wanderer, he keeps his life simple and carefree until an unexpected encounter brings him face to face with his tragic past and the woman he always adored. Determined to get her out of his blood, he teases her into an easy one-night stand…but one taste will never be enough.

Adopted as a young girl, Alexis Huston lived on the fringe of pack life. She’s never been strong enough, fast enough, or pretty enough—except to Mason, but then he left her. Allowed her freedom as an adult and sworn to keep the pack’s secrets, she’s struggled to fit into the ‘human’ world. A chance meeting turns her hard-won life upside down.

She is left with two options—she can tell the only wolf she’s ever loved that she’s carrying their child…or she can protect him, keep the baby a secret, and run.

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Triplets, the Buckley brothers were inseparable until everything went wrong one violent, bloody night. A.J. Buckley, the eldest of the trio, faced a human trial for a brutal murder. Found guilty, he was sentenced to twenty-five to life. Without argument or regret, he accepted the sentence. After six years in prison, A.J.’s conviction is overturned on a technicality and he returns to Willow Bend to face a new Alpha and fresh charges.

Vivian Knox was the only witness to the murder. She refused to testify in the human courtroom and spent a year in prison on contempt charges. Once released, she worked tirelessly to free A.J., finally locating a loophole in the case against him. Satisfied with his freedom, the last thing she expected was to be kidnapped to the back of beyond where another judge demands she testify to what she saw that night. This time, contempt is the least of her problems.

Only four people know exactly what happened that night and none are talking. When pack law threatens Vivian, A.J. must stake his claim, but his wolf might be too damaged to help him…

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Gillian Whitford, darling of Willow Bend, brings out the protective instincts in all the dominants, but none more so than Owen Chase, the pack’s Hunter. A loner by nature and calling, Owen spends less time with his pack mates and more time on the borders of their land. Not even the change in the Alpha and the swearing of a new oath kept him around long.

Winds of change still drift through Willow Bend as they adjust to their new Alpha. When the Hudson River pack requests a fill-in healer to replace their own, Gillian, journeymen apprentice to their Pack healer, is the obvious choice to help. Owen forbids her to accept, but the sweet natured wolf rebukes his selfishness and volunteers anyway.

Risking a challenge, Owen faces off against his Alpha to appeal her decision and finds himself charged with her safety. Now, the loner will be escorting one of his pack’s most precious into foreign lands. He’s all that stands between her and a dozen potential threats…and if he doesn’t stake his claim, he may lose more than his heart.

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Wolf Bite

When Mason Claybourne scented Alexis Huston and knew she was in trouble, he had to help her, protect her.

It had been a long time 10 years since he was forced to go lone wolf. He knew he couldn’t stay with her but he could make sure she was safe and back with the wolves that should be protecting her. The thing was there weren’t any. She was here alone.

Here is one of my favorite passages,after Mason interrupts an attack on Alexis and brings her back to her apartment.

She seemed to remember breathing and went back to eating her ice cream while he cleaned and dressed her wound. When he was finished, he glanced up to meet her dark eyes.“Thank you,” she said without a hint of reproach or her earlier antipathy.

“You’re welcome.” He kept her leg captive and continued to watch her eat the ice cream. Then because he couldn’t help himself, he said, “You grew up.”

“It’s been ten years,” she looked at the ice cream, and he found himself envying the sweet treat. It was an altogether unpleasant feeling.

“Why aren’t you in Willow Bend?” Why wasn’t she on pack lands? This far south—she was in one of the few unclaimed cities, though practically on the doorstep of the Crescent Delta pack.

She shrugged, and took another bite of the ice cream. “You don’t have to stay. I’m home. As you can see, I’m safe. You can go back to walking alone or whatever the hell it is you do.”

Trailing a finger down the back of her calf, he studied the way she purposefully ignored him. God, he’d missed her. Her sass, her temper, and the way she knew exactly how to give in just enough to make a dominant back off, but still maintain control of the situation. And damn if she hadn’t gotten better at it. “Alexis?”

Sitting forward, she pulled her legs away from him and handed him the second spoon. “I let you save me. I ran interference with the cops. I allowed you to walk me home and be all alpha male in charge while you checked out where I live and made sure my injury had been tended. I’ll even share my ice cream—but interrogate me? No. You want to do that—the door is there.”

He stared first at the spoon then at her. Her pulse gave away her gambit, but the steadiness of her hand and the clarity in her eyes was just too damn beguiling. The best decision for both of them would be for him to leave.

He was a Lone Wolf.

She was pack.

Her being human was inconsequential—he’d never cared about her race, only that when she smiled his world was brighter.

And he’d been living in the dark for a long time.

Accepting the spoon, he eyed the pint in her hand. She held it out to him and smiled.

There really was no other choice for him.

There is a history between Alexis and Mason, one that requires a lot of fixing. Complicated by Margo one of the enforcers who keeps their eye on lone wolves like Mason, to be sure they follow the rules. If the rules are broken the lone wolf will be punished. And it appears Mason is going to be all about breaking rules now that he has Alexis.

This couple is explosive when they come together. The question is would they be able to. I loved this book and could not put it down.

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Caged Wolf

AJ is finally free, 7 years is a long time for a wolf to be incarcerated without being able to shift. Now Mason is demanding answers, not only from AJ but he has Vivian brought to Willow Bend as well. That didn’t go over well with AJ and he wasn’t shy about letting Mason know it.

Vivian worked hard to find the data needed to free AJ, now with him free she is set to move far away and heal far away. Fate however had a different plan. Margo and Owen had been sent to fetch her to Willow Bend. AJ has yet another trial, one that might not work out very well for him. She woke with bruises on her face and a split lip, and no idea where she was. Not good when you have had fugues before.

A trip to Emma and much becomes clear, at least to the reader. A prescription to rest, eat and play alone together. All with Mason’s approval.

One of my favorite scenes is Day two of their enforced alone time. AJ’s family decides to meet Vivian early in the morning, and his Mom is in the kitchen preparing a meal.

As if spurred by the encouragement, he guided a very embarrassed Vivian back to their bedroom. “I’m sorry,” he told her as soon as the door was closed. “I didn’t realize they were coming.”“I met your mom in a sheet.” Vivian sat down on the bed. His mother, the wolf. Wolves knew everything from scents and she and A.J. had been having sex everywhere in the house. Mortification crawled through her and she buried her face in her hands.

“Hey.” The bed dipped as he sat next to her and then she was in his lap. “What’s wrong?”

“I was naked, in a sheet—in front of your mother!”

A.J. shrugged. “She didn’t mind and ignore Linc and Ty. They’re just jealous.” A pleased look lit up his face. “Because you’re mine.”

“But I was in a sheet.” How did one live down that humiliation?

“I was buck ass naked, darling. Trust me, she didn’t care. Most wolves won’t. We get used to nudity pretty young, and we ignore it.”

Well, how great for them. “But we had sex out there.”

His grin grew.

“I know.”

“Yeah, well, so will your mom.”

His grin faltered a little, and he blinked. “Mom came because she wants to meet you.” For a moment, she thought he would add something more, then thought better of it. “As for the sex, she knows what that is, Vivian. It won’t bother her.”
Caged Wolf (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 2) (pp. 140-141). . Kindle Edition.

I truly wonder at times how Mason knows so much before everyone else does. This is a story of commitment and love that nothing and no one can stop.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Wolf Claim

One of my absolute favorites in this series. Wolf Claim focuses on Owen and Gillian but also introduces the Hudson River pack and it’s Alpha Brett.

Gillian is a Healer Apprentice but believe me when I say she is no longer an apprentice. Gillian is unique in that she can heal both humans and wolves, a secret well guarded by everyone. She is more than a little attracted to Owen, one of Mason’s top hunters, but he doesn’t seem to get it.

Owen is just a bit protective of Gillian. When Mason proposes to send her to help Brett the Hudson River Alpha with the mystery of wolves dying, he definitely lost his cool. He doesn’t want Gillian going away into an unknown problem. Little did he know Mason intended to send him with her all along. *Sigh* Men!!

The mystery behind the deaths is elusive and while they try to figure it out Brett’s attraction to Gillian grows.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

“I think it’s only fair that we’re clear on one subject before she rejoins us.” Brett said, reminding Owen he still stood there.

“And that would be?”

“I have every intention of claiming that beautiful wolf if you don’t.”

With a jerk, Owen faced him. “Excuse me?”

“No,” Brett said, his expression unreadable. “I don’t think I will. She’s a fine wolf, perhaps the finest I’ve ever met, and I’ve known her less than a day. Consider yourself warned.”

Gillian trotted up in that moment and rubbed against Owen’s leg. He dropped his hand to stroke her head automatically. His gaze still locked with Brett’s, Owen didn’t disguise his rising wolf.

Alpha and confident, the other wolf didn’t flinch away. He’d made his desire plain and clear both wolf-to-wolf and man-to-man. He could want Gillian all he liked.

No way in hell would Owen let him have her.

Challenge accepted.
Long, Heather. Wolf Claim (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 3) (pp. 113-114). Kindle Edition.

Needless to say there is a lot of tension. As they figure out the what, the question becomes who. Not exactly a comfortable position for anyone to be in. Brett can only trust Gillian and Owen and that is felt throughout his pack.

I loved this nail-biting, hold your breath tale. It gives a whole new dimension to the Wolves of Willow Bend Series.

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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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Deal Breaker – Heart of the Nebula Book 2 By Heather Long & Rebecca Royce


Deal Breaker
Heart of the Nebula Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long
&
Award Winning Author
Rebecca Royce

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Destiny declared
I would be queen of a world I’d never known.

Have you ever fallen for four perfect guys only to find out they were aliens and, wait for it, newsflash, so are you? Yeah, me neither. At least until I did. Just when I decided I’d rather skip the ride to the stars for life on Earth, my best friend died in my arms and I went a little crazy.

I woke to darkness.

I used to think getting up to go to work every day and paying my bills was hard work, but nothing could have prepared me for the challenges ahead. While my heart had chosen Reese, Briggs, Goran, and Dalton, vengeance consumed my mind. Vengeance for my best friend, vengeance for the men I loved and vengeance for me—because I hadn’t wanted this fight.

Destiny said I’d be queen?
Fine, then destiny can bite my enemies in the ass.

PLEASE NOTE:
This is a reverse harem and the authors suggest you always read the forwards in their books. This is the second in a trilogy.

When Khloe wakes in darkness she is totally alone, she can’t even feel her men. Then a bright light flashes and suddenly Dalton is there, her darkness even though she can’t feel him. He reassures her she’s not alone then leaves to secure this ship for them leaving the man responsible for her bestfriend Grace’s death for her.

Once she had taken care of him, she turned her attention to Dalton. He wanted to cut her to bring Reese to them, but couldn’t do it so she does it herself. But Dalton is seriously wounded and she needs to do something to keep him alive until Reese and the others reach them.

This is a favorite scene.

We sat in silence, the buzz of the equipment and the faint rumble of the engines our only soundtrack. “Dalton?”

“Yes, Sweet One?”

“Tell me about Charbodey.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.” I needed to know it all.

He was quiet for a second. “When we get back on our ship, I can do better than tell you about it. We have a program that I can essentially show you a holographic story. We can all go in together, if you like. Show you around.

That way, you can actually see it with your own eyes. Would you like that?”

Intrigued, I nodded. “I think it’s essential, since I think— no, I know— I need to go there and take the throne.”

Dalton stiffened for a second. “Then that is what shall be.” He pressed a kiss over my pulse. “Why do you wish this now? It’s a complete reversal of what you wanted before.”

A sigh pulled from me as I toyed with one of the straps on his jerkin. “They will never stop coming now. Your statement about the collateral damage was 100% correct. And I can’t find revenge sitting on Earth.”

He squeezed my thigh. “All good reasons. But you can have your revenge sitting on Earth if you wish it. Just command me to go back and do it for you.”

“No.” I leaned against his chest to hear his heartbeat. He shifted beneath me then squirmed. I looked up at his face and then pulled away from him a bit. Blood soaked through the front of his jerkin. “Dalton?”

He shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s obviously not nothing.” I tugged the leather open. Sometime in the course of his saving me and eliminating the others who had been here, he’d been injured. I didn’t know because of the dampening of my chip. The wound seeped blood. He’d been knifed, and he’d been walking around like everything was normal.

He met my gaze before he lowered his eyes. “I have promised not to leave you, and I will not. As we don’t have Reese, or any useable medical supplies on this ship, the best thing to do is just to sit still and wait. I’m strong, Khloe, I’ve been hurt before. I will conserve my energy like we are conserving the engines, and we will wait. It will be okay.” He patted his lap. “Please. Your presence close to me is healing.”

“We should bandage it at least, to stop the bleeding.” Then a thought dawned on me. When we talked about talent, the guys said all people with talent had some version of the same things. They just differentiated in who was better at what. When I’d encountered the Jergen, Dalton healed me.

He pulled out more of the gauze, but he did not carry that much in the way of supplies on him. Even pressing the gauze against the injury seemed to do little; it soaked through with blood almost immediately.

“I can help.” I settled on his lap carefully. “My energy can help you heal or at least just sustain you.”

He shook his head. “I would never presume to take your energy. It is for us to feed you, not the other way around.”

The comment sounded like Goran with his bullshit about not sleeping. Men. They were the same across the universe. “No, you are all starved for me.” When he would have objected again, I glared at him. “Are you mine to command or not?”

“There’s that beautiful temper,” he teased, the lazy note in his voice coaxing, but I refused to be lulled.

“Are you going to obey?”

He inclined his head, though still reluctant. I settled my uninjured hand on his chest, just above his heart and a few inches above the wound. His skin was cool and firm beneath my fingers. Closing my eyes, I took several deep breaths. I refused to harm him. The shift along my skin reminded me of the stars that had spread across me with each bonding, the blue stars for Reese, the purple for Briggs, and finally the green for Goran. The patterns swirled together, rich, verdant clouds of power on my skin, a mark of my loves.

As the power shifted, it coalesced along my arm, the blue shimmer tingling and shining a bit bright. With each pulse of my heart, the power began to trickle and flow until the sensation of pins and needles spread through my fingers. I was sending him doses of my energy as gently as I could. I was hardly an expert, so much of it was new, but I focused on the desire to help him.

When Dalton and I bonded, I imagined this would be easier. If Reese were here, he could do it. He was bound to my darkness; all my guys were bound to each other. But between his injury and our location, Dalton and I couldn’t complete the bond alone. He would never allow himself to be rendered helpless until the others arrived.

Still, I could do this.

He jolted slightly before his obsidian eyes took on an almost dreamy quality, his expression softened. “Khloe.”

“That feels good?” I leaned my head against his shoulder.

“Good is not the right descriptor.” He massaged my nape.

I recognized a few things right away. I wasn’t Reese, and despite his proclamation of being perfectly fine at managing this, Dalton was not going to last if we didn’t get him to Reese.

“I want to see your hologram, but I want to hear you talk about it, too. Please. Tell me about our home.”

Dalton needed to keep talking. I didn’t know how long we’d have to wait for help, but we would make it, even if I had to order him to stay alive every second we did.

The corners of his mouth turned up with the ghost of a smile. “You are my home, Sweet One.”

“Charming,” I complimented him. “And you know what I meant.”

The soft huff of his breath on my cheek as he laughed managed to make me smile. “Yes, I did. Very well, if I cannot persuade you otherwise.”

“No,” I said. “You can’t.” I nestled my cheek to him as he seemed to relax in the chair, and I focused on keeping the flow steady. If I had to drain every drop from myself, I would.

Dalton would not die.
Heather Long; Rebecca Royce. Deal Breaker: Heart of the Nebula Book 2 (Kindle Locations 214-262).

The guys arrive in time to save Dalton, and Briggs removes the dampener and Khloe can once again feel the bonds. Things don’t get really exciting until after she bonds with Dalton although they do get very steamy.

I love the ship and how it does things to please Khloe. The Scepter is still a bit of a mystery as well as powerful. Many surprises are in store for all of them and each page is either steamy or informative.

I really can’t wait for the conclusion to this trilogy!

5 Contented Purrs for Heather and Rebecca!

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Heather Long Heather Long

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

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

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


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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

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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A New Book – A New Series from Heather Long! Rules and Roses – Untouchable Book 1


Rules and Roses
Untouchable Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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When it comes down to acclaim in the yearbook, my class rank would probably earn me my only entry, but very little else. I don’t wear cosmetics, do my hair or really give a damn about my appearance in general. I don’t need to be cool, and I’ve managed my high school career navigating all the different groups from the nerds to the jocks to the theatre kids and the band geeks.

Kicking off senior year, my only focus is to make every AP class count and keep my grades up. Shouldn’t be hard, particularly with my so-called untouchable status. Oh yeah, imagine that—I had a reputation. Hadn’t been a blip on my radar until the end of junior year when one of the girls’ dropped that little nugget on me. Apparently, the guys at school considered me the best girl to hang out with for fun or homework, but nothing else.

While I’m not looking for a date, it’s a little hard to swallow that I ranked as the best bud and tutor, but would definitely never fall into the Girl Most Likely To Get Asked Out.

Pfft. What did I care? One more year and I was off to college, so what if the numbers of female friends I used to have drifted off and I’d scored a permanent seat in the friend zone. I had subjects to study, grades to maintain, and colleges to get into. Fine, I didn’t care about the rules or status before, and I wouldn’t now.

181 class days to go, and I’ll graduate. No problem, right?

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This is a reverse harem and the author suggests you always read the forward in her books. This is the first in a series and the story will continue through future books.

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Heather Long has long been a favorite author of mine. It doesn’t matter what she writes, I am pulled into the story and not let go until I finish.

Welcome back to high school, it’s been a long time since I was there and I found myself delighted in the pursuits of Frankie’s Senior Year.

At the end of Frankie’s junior year she made the discovery that her best friends, Cooper, Bubba, Jake and Archie had labeled her untouchable. Now while she’s been totally focused on her goals, she still wanted to experience things, like dances and dates. Unfortunately those four had stopped all of that before it even began, even while they enjoyed those pursuits themselves.

Senior year is going to change all that if it’s the last thing Frankie does. What she really didn’t expect was that the guys, all of them wanted to date her too. This revelation was I believe due to the attention of one French Exchange Student with interest in Frankie. One who helps with the making of a cake for her French class project.

I have many favorite scenes in this book, but I have to say the texts between the guys are my absolute favorites with laugh out loud enjoyment. This is right after the making of the cake.

Archie: Who was she with?

Jake: What do you mean she was with some guy? It’s like 10: 30 at night.

Bubba: Coop? Dude, you don’t drop a bomb like you found Frankie with a guy at her place and then just stop. Who is the guy?

Archie: Are either of you close to their places?

Bubba: No. Give him a minute.

Jake: If he doesn’t answer by the time my shoes are on…

Coop: Some guy named Matthew. French. He came over to make dessert. She’s back… it was a date.

Bubba: …

Jake: …

Archie: Who the fuck is Matthew?

Coop: Guy from her French class. They made a dessert. He was at her place for a few hours. Definitely a date and she’s…

Bubba: She’s what?

Jake: She’s all right, isn’t she? Do you guys know him?

Archie: Never heard of him. I’ll find out soon enough.

Coop: She’s happy. Leave him alone.

Jake: …

Archie: …

Bubba: Explain?

Coop: You heard her. She wants to date. She was really happy tonight, so leave the guy alone.

Archie: She’s our Frankie. I don’t know who this jerk is…

Jake: What if he’s a perv?

Bubba: I asked her out.

Archie: …

Jake: …

Coop: …

Bubba: Figure I should tell you. Saw her at work earlier. She told me she wants to date. Wants to do all the things we’ve done. Wants to go to dances. I asked her to homecoming.

Archie: …

Jake: …

Coop: Did she say yes?
Heather Long. Rules and Roses: Untouchable Book One (Kindle Locations 2260-2292).

Frankie slowly accepts the fact she’s going to be dating all four of them. However as in everyone’s life nothing is as easy as it seems.

Between a mostly absent mother, the guys, and mysterious roses showing up on her car, I couldn’t put this book down.

This is a long book and we are only two weeks into senior year, it’s thoroughly enjoyable with a bit of heat and lots of simmer. I truly can’t wait for the next book in this series!

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

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Heather Long Heather Long

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

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

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


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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!

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Heather Long Heather Long

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

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

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


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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

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
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
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
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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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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