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The Vincent Boys by Abbi Glines. A November To Remember – Check out our Crush and Giveaway

A November to Remember 

Brought to you by The Vincent Boys by Abbi Glines

 This November, The Vincent  Boys are helping us remember the guys who have both stolen and broken our hearts.

The Vincent Boys is a seductive story of attraction and betrayal  which we just loved!

To celebrate a November to Remember with The Vincent Boys, we want you to tell us about your Crush.

Check out our Crush and tell us yours for a chance to win a fantastic prize pack

Check it out here!

Our Crush by Jenny & Gitte and Break Up Survival Pack Giveaway

Haven’t checked out the Vincent Boys yet?  Well you’re definitely missing out! This series is one of our all time favorites here at TB and we know it will be one of yours!

About The Vincent Boys

In stores October 30th 

Get seduced by a sizzling account of attraction and betrayal in this previously self-published phenomenon.

Ashton is getting tired of being good, of impressing her parents and playing ideal girlfriend to Sawyer Vincent. Sawyer is perfect, a regular Prince Charming, but when he leaves town for the summer, it’s his cousin Beau who catches Ashton’s eye. Beau is the sexiest guy she’s ever seen, and even though he’s dangerous, Ashton is drawn to him.

Beau loves his cousin like a brother, so the last thing he wants to do is make a move on Sawyer’s girl. Ashton is off-limits, absolutely. That’s why he does his best to keep his distance, even though he’s been in love with her forever. When Ashton wants to rekindle their childhood friendship in Sawyer’s absence, Beau knows he should say no.

Ashton and Beau don’t want to hurt Sawyer. But the more they try to stay away from each other, the more intense their urges become. It’s getting way too hard to resist….

And the story continues with the sequel
The Vincent Brothers to be released December 18, 2012.

Check out our reviews for

The Vincent Boys

The Vincent Brothers

You can find Abbi Glines by visiting the links below

Abbi Glines Website

Abbi Glines on Twitter

Abbi Glines on Facebook

Be sure to check out The Sea Breeze Series by Abbi Glines?

This series is also on our Recommended Read List!

Check out our reviews here:

Sea Breeze Series

Breathe
Because of Low
While It Lasts
Just For Now

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Our Biggest Crush by Jenny & Gitte

WHO’S OUR FAVORITE CRUSH?

 CAN YOU GUESS?  

WE THINK YOU CAN!!!!!

He’s our LUSH CRUSH!

Jenny:  Gitte, we’ve been asked to talk to everyone about a crush we had or have.  Well, not only are we book soul mates but we’re also crush soul mates as well aren’t we?

 Gitte:     Indeed we are Jenny….

Jenny:   To call our David Gandy obsession a crush…….well that would be an understatement wouldn’t it?  Hmmmm more like we are in LOVE with this man!

Gitte:     You took the words right out of my mouth David…umm sorry I mean Jenny. (Jenny: hey, there’s a crush soul mate code girlfriend!! We share…remember?) Yes this is not a simple crush this is obsessive David Gandy loving…*blushing*

Jenny:   Oh blush away! He makes me blush constantly!  So let’s think on this.  When did we first fall in crush/love with David?

Gitte:      OMG!!! AGES AGO….way before it became a popular past time of most people….hey yes I mean you…and you….and you….*rolling my eyes possessively* (Jenny:  Don’t worry, I’m rolling right there with you….eyes that is!)

Jenny:   Not a day goes by that we don’t pay homage to this gorgeous man does it?

Gitte:     Nope sure doesn’t, I mean how could it, he is perfection! And anytime is Gandy Candy time!

Jenny:  Yes, yes he is!  So what is there to love about David Gandy?  Where do we start?  His face, his hair, his body………….his everything.  (Gitte: I just melted Jenny!!)  He has us…. Lock, stock and barrel and we love him with all our hearts don’t we?

Gitte: …..And he loves animals!!! Yes, yes we really do….his smile…makes me smile *sigh*

Jenny:   Oh that video of him with the puppies!!…..David and puppies!!….**sigh**…hmmm where were we?   Not to mention that we’ve both received PM’s from him on Facebook which we have to say; made us squeal with delight didn’t it?

Gitte:    Absolutely….printed & memorised Jenny

Jenny:   So, what would be your ultimate David Gandy fantasy Gitte?  And keep it clean and under R Rating girlfriend.

Gitte:    I would just love to go for a walk in Hyde Park with him…take our dogs for a walk, talk books over a coffee something like that….

Jenny:  Oh that’s a good one…..does he have clothes on?  Just joking.  Sort of. No, not really

Gitte:     Well you told me to keep it clean…in my head we take a detour in that park…just saying*wink wink*!!)

Jenny:   Okay, ring me later and tell me the x rated version of that fantasy!

J&G :      So that’s our crush.  We love David Gandy with all our heart and not a day goes by that we don’t find something new about him or find a new pic to make our day and share with our fellow Facebook Gandy addicts (hmmm maybe we need a support group or something!)
We’re friends so we’ve learnt to share him…..well…..that’s what we tell each other anyway *wink, wink*

 Want to win a Vincent Boys Break Up Survival Pack?

Consisting of:

Pajama set, chocolates, eye mask and $10 ITunes Gift Card to make the Break up Mix

 Well just leave a comment and tell us about Your Crush and we will choose one lucky person to win this pack

It can be A Rock Star, A Film Star, A Fictional boyfriend (hmmm we know they’re actually real) anyone you like

Be sure to check out  The Vincent Boys by Abbi Glines..

These books are some of our all time favorites here at TB

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With Everything I Am (The Three Series #2) by Kristen Ashley

Gitte: 5 stars

Jenny: 5 stars

Please note:  To fully understand the Prophecies and the flow of the story and characters, it is our strong recommendation that you read  Book #1 Until the Sun Falls from the Sky before proceeding onto Book #2.  You will enjoy the experience so much more!

Gitte:   Oh Jenny…I was like a kid at Christmas when we got this arc. Kristen is one of my all-time fave Authors as you know, and she has not written one single book that wasn’t amazing and has the perfect balance of story and the yummy factor!  Kristen is one of those few Authors that can write everything she turns her hand too and that includes paranormal. Her alpha heroes have that perfect balance of arrogance, determination, vulnerability and the sex factor! They are protectors! I have re-read all her books so many times and every new book I read of hers is like coming home. She reaches right into my heart every time with her words.

Jenny:   She is indeed one of our favourite authors and a new book by Kristen Ashley is indeed a cause for celebration.  Gitte, you’re so right.  It was funny that we commented and agreed when we started reading this that  “reading a KA book is like coming home”  and it really and truly is.  Somehow Kristen seems to release a book when I need it – does she have ESP?   Her alpha males are spot on for me and she always seems to get the balance just right.

Gitte:   How much did we love Callum, Jenny?! He is perfect, his cockiness is endearing despite being trying at times, and yeah he really did test me at times.  He is a yummy hot powerful wolf, the King of the Wolves. He is so controlling and dominant yet he has the biggest heart and wow does he LOVE. And Sonia, I absolutely loved her. Her story broke my heart, such tragedy of loss and such a tough life, not quite knowing who she is, why she is different almost hiding in the shadows.  I knew from the start that this was going to be quite a ride and Callum & Sonia sure took me on quite an emotional and sexy journey. And yeah….I cried Jenny!

Jenny:    Gitte, I don’t think there are words to describe how much we loved Callum!  This man/wolf has stolen my heart and left me breathless that’s for sure.  What a wonderful mix he is.  Alpha, possessive, loves with intensity (oh boy, does this man LOVE!)says it like it is, and isn’t afraid to show his emotions and ummm “love” for Sophie (more on that side of things in a minute…is it HOT in here?).  I was the same Gitte.  Absolutely loved Sonia.  My heart broke for her and what she had been through and being “different” and having to cope with her loneliness just did me in.  Oh you can bet I cried…..I cried buckets for her!

Gitte:   I loved how Callum and Sonia’s story as life-mates started…how they met, how it began as such sweet innocence for Sonia. The symbolism of the wolf. It was so emotional having their story almost from day one. “My Puppy” awww which then turned to the lush “My Wolf” *swoon*…..

It was clear in the beginning that duty came first with Callum after all he is the King. However, it was the fact that there was a lack of the instant connection for Sonia, I suppose Sonia being human and a total contrast to his she-wolf “conquests”. However for Sonia, her dreams of “her wolf” kept her going despite not making any connections to Callum in his human form, yet she felt the bond that exists between them. The journey of their relationship was quite funny at times, Callum had me in stitches at first…seriously this guy is such a cock at times…but I love him!! I have to say that he had my heart right from the get go. Sonia bless her, kind of just followed after a while…followed and accepted. Don’t get me wrong Jenny I really loved her but at times I kind of wanted to shake her and say: just sort him out. I wish at times she had more guts to say what she wanted but then again what happened wouldn’t have been as emotional and epic! And let me tell you…the last bit of the story. I was CRYING

Jenny:   As you know GG I went off paranormal for a long time.  It just seemed to be done and redone but I read Until the Sun Falls From the Sky (Book #1 The Three Series) and it was so different from the norm that I was hooked.  I wondered how this book was going to stack up to that one and I have to say this one excelled for me!  Kristen has a way of putting such a different slant on paranormal tales and this Werewolf story was no exception.
How Kristen crafted the story from the very beginning – from the life mate angle right through the story had me so captivated and engrossed that I didn’t even realise until I got to the end that I had forgotten to highlight my favourite bits. That’s how much I loved their story!!!!
Callum was hysterical at times! He was a cocky bastard but oh god I never once wavered in my undying love for him.  I agree that were a couple of times I did want to shake Sonia as well but then I had to stop and think about the situation she had been placed in, the confusion surrounding her and I got her.  Oh you warned me about the last bit. You said I’d cry and you weren’t wrong GG! I sobbed!!!!

Gitte:   So yeah I thought this story was FAB Jenny. I love my paranormal but sometimes find them a bit too heavy and confusing. This story really wasn’t. Yes it had a plot full of twists and action with lots of conflict but ultimately it also had a gorgeous romance and really…Kristen is still the Queen of epilogues for sure no doubt…no contest! I loved the whole pack of hot randy wolves…each and every one of them! I kind of wish they could all have their own story told. Especially Ryon!!

And seriously I cannot say how much I am gagging for book #3….that short glimpse we got, I know without a doubt the guy is going to be AMAZING!! Cannot wait….

Jenny:   Absolutely LOVED this one GG!  It came at the right time and was exactly what I needed to read.  I didn’t find the story confusing either – Kristen has a way of never losing the reader with confusing plot lines.  They are involved and intriguing but never confusing and I love that.
This story had it ALL for me….A hot, to die for alpha hero,  who was the right blend of dominance and assertiveness,  humour and emotion, fantastic in bed (was he ever!!) oh the list is endless.  A heroine who will steal your heart and a great cast of supporting characters and a story that will captivate you from start to finish.

Book 3!!! OMG I can’t wait for that – both Gitte and I agreed  that the sneak peek of this book had us sold and this book is going sounds  amazing! Hope we don’t have to wait too long,  I don’t think I ould stand it!  Oh and the  guy in the third book??? Oh yes…he owned us with one word !! You’ll see!

ARC supplied by author for a fair and honest review

Check out and purchase Until the Sun Falls from the Sky (Book #1 The Three Series) from Amazon here

Check out and purchase With Everything I Am (Book #2 The Three Series) from Amazon here 

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The BOFF is on! Our next Bookclub read starts Friday 23rd November – we would love you to join us!

                                                                                                  

The BOFF is on!!!

Friday 23rd November at 5pm in your local time we will begin our next Bookclub read which will be Happy Hour (Racing on the Edge #1) by Shey Stahl

You know the drill.  Read the book,  write a 1-2 line review and give the book a ranking out of 5 on depending on how much you enjoyed it.

PM this to us by 5pm on Tuesday 27th November via our TotallyBooked Facebook  page or email us at totallybooked2012@gmail.com.  We will publish your reviews on Wednesday 28th November

As a thank you for participating on lucky reviewer will be chosen at random to receive a signed copy of Happy Hour together with an EBook copy of Black Flag (Racing on the Edge #2).

You can purchase Happy Hour here

So, join us – we love having you on board

Luv

J&G  xxx

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We have a winner for the ARC of With Everything I Am by Kristen Ashley!!! Did you win?

A huge congratulations to the winner of the Advance Readers Copy of With Everything I Am (Book #2 The Three Series) by Kristen Ashley

Did you win?

Check below and find out.

 

 

A huge congratultions to Kaitlin Pear!!!! 

 

 

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Did you win a copy of Thoughtless & Effortless in our S.C. Stephens day giveaway???

Did you enter our competition to win either Ebook Copies or Paperback copies of Thoughtless & Effortless

If so, then you need to check to see if you’re a winner!

And……………….the winners are……………………………………..

EBook copies go to Courtney Parkinson

Paperback copies go to Jennifer Singh

You can PM us on our TotallyBooked Facebook Page

or email us at totallybooked2012@gmail.com and we will arrange for the books to be sent to you.

Well done ladies and thank you to everyone who commented – we loved reading your responses!

J&G xx

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The Vincent Boys by Abbi Glines

4 Stars

Original Review on 23/9/2011

I had been told about the Vincent Boys and thought it would be a good “fill in” book before moving onto another read.

Well….big mistake….huge!  This certainly was no “fill in” book for me!! This has now become one of my favourite books and was one of the most enjoyable reads I’ve had in a long time.

This was a book of  friendship, love discovery and longing and for a YA book it certainly had a heat factor…what can I say…Beau Vincent…shirtless – oh my goodness how I loved that boy.

Abbi has a way of transporting you with her stories.  I felt like I spent time in Alabama with friends.  You don’t just read this story, you become it.  You share the story with some wonderful characters –  so real you feel as if you know them.

Ashton is with Sawyer and is best friends with Sawyer’s cousin Beau.  Ashton has feeling for Beau.  Feelings that are intense and cannot be denied.  Feelings which are very different to those that she feels for Sawyer, her boyfriend.  Ashton and Beau have sexual tension that leaps off the pages!

Sawyer is torn between the “right” choice in Sawyer and the undeniable pull and feelings she has for the “wrong” choice in Beau. Have to be honest here…I was team Beau from the first time I met him.

Ash always feels she has to be the perfect girlfriend for Sawyer and wrestles with feelings that maybe she doesn’t measure up to the perfect Sawyer.

I started and finished this book in one sitting and couldn’t put it down.

You will love it too.

Roll on The Vincent Brothers because I am in no way ready to let these characters go!

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The Malebox and Guest reviewer Emma – review Take Me by Olivia Cunning

The Malebox needed a reviewing mate so he put out the call for a volunteer from his Facebook page

He chose Emma for the task and the book she picked was Take Me (One Night with Sole Regret #3) by Olivia Cunning

Enjoy the review – The Malebox never does cease to amuse us!

For this review, my Facebook volunteer Emma got the opportunity to choose a book and review it with me. Emma’s book of choice was the short story “Take Me” by Olivia Cunning.  Due to my previous reviews, this is actually one author that I am familiar with. I was expecting rock stars and sex and I was not disappointed.

This is the story of Shade, the lead singer in the rock band “Sole Regret” and Amanda. Shade is actually Amanda’s brother in law, but has since separated from her sister Tina, so cue complicated relationship theme.

After a disastrous encounter with Tina, Shade and Amanda find themselves at Shade’s house. Amanda has always liked Shade, but has been understandably put off by the fact that he was married to her sister, is a rock star and is generally a cock in a pair of sunglasses. Things don’t go too well when there is an unannounced visit from groupie Veronica.

From my point of view Amanda is hot, but Emma goes slightly deeper into Amanda (as I would like to). She manages to see Jacob rather than Shade and brings out the best in him.

Having said that though, Veronica is really hot too.  She got a bit of hard time from Shade during her visit and I thought that he could have let her stay for a while…even her glorious line of “shame to waste a pussy this hot and juicy for you”, didn’t sway him…Fool. When Veronica said this, I didn’t know whether or not I wanted to have sex with her or just order a really nice steak…what girls talk like this and where can I find them? Things got more realistic when Amanda threatened to put her pussy on strike…unfortunately I know where to find these girls…

This brings me on nicely to Shade’s bedroom. Rest assured that The Malebox will be pimping his bedroom out in similar fashion.  From an interior design point of view, Shade is a genius. Also when did women start liking pizza and beer at home rather than going out to expensive restaurants and drinking cocktails? This new knowledge in itself will save me loads of money which I can now put towards my new remote controlled sexual playground that I will be installing in my bedroom. Emma raised the valid point that maybe I was just going for the wrong women!

Nevertheless, my bedroom home improvements are underway.  I am going for a full playground and not just an electronic swing. The love slide and seesaw are causing a few problems though. I am also installing a pizza oven and fridge as well.

As short stories go it was quite entertaining…unfortunately my male species let me down again by going weak at the penis for a woman……AGAIN, but I will let Shade off as Amanda is freaky naughty.

I have tried to put myself in Shade’s position and thought what would I do if I had his choices of settling down or living the life of rock star…it’s a no brainier…I would be knee deep in groupies and pussy and snorting cocaine off their bare asses every night of the week in my remote controlled CCTV surround sound sex swinged bedroom…Although this is just me…I quite liked Shade in the end and the man deserves a medal for putting up with that ex-wife of his.

Overall I did enjoy the read and enjoy the rock star genre and Olivia Cunning, so well done Emma. I cannot review this book without mentioning the line “Amanda’s panties were going to need scuba gear if they got any wetter”. It is now my mission to use this quote at least once a day if at all possible. Genius Olivia!

Malebox’s next guest reviewer will be Natalie. Stay tuned!!!

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Calling all Kristen Ashley Fans! You won't want to miss this!!!!

Want to win an Arc copy of With Everything I Am?

Of course you do!

Want to read the prologue for With Everything I Am? 

You betcha!

We know that like us, you’ve been eagerly awaiting the release of With Everything I Am (Book #2 The Three Series) by Kristen Ashley

We absolutely loved Until The Sun Falls From The Sky (#1 The Three Series) and know this one will be amazing too.

Psssst………we think we’re already in love with Callum **sigh**

We’re beyond excited to be hosting a giveaway of an ARC for this book.

Check out the Prologue below and enter for a chance to win an  Advance Reader Copy of the book. 

That’s right! You get to read it before anyone else !

Wow! Doesn’t get better than that!

All you have to do is leave a comment on our blog fill out the Rafflecopter

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Good Luck Everyone!

With Everything I Am will be available to purchase on 23rd November

Synopsis:

One night, Callum is driven into the woods by instinct, an instinct to protect. In the form of wolf, he meets a young human child who he is instantly drawn to in a fierce way he doesn’t quite understand.

Sonia Arlington has lived a lonely life. She has certain abilities that make her strange and she has a rare disease that, if untreated, could kill her. Her father makes her vow that she will never let others discover her abilities. This forces Sonia to stay distant, always guarding against exposure.

Intelligence leaks that Sonia is Callum’s human mate. He is now King of the Werewolves and has war on his hands. He’s forced to claim his mate and integrate Sonia into a world that is strange and frightening.

As Sonia attempts to adjust, Callum attempts to cope with the knowledge that his mate is mortal. He will have her beauty and gentleness only the length of a mortal life making their union unbearably bitter even as Sonia makes it unbelievably sweet.

Prologue

Connection

The trail of blood was leading the hunters straight to him.

Normally, he would have outrun them long before now, but with his right flank wounded by the shotgun blast and with him unable to rest or transform in order to heal quickly, he was simply losing more blood, more energy and slowing.

He tried to sense his brethren but they weren’t near. They weren’t due for hours.

He’d arrived early, too early.

Something had drawn him to this forest, so much as called out to him.

And, as usual, he followed his instincts.

He’d gone early and transformed so his senses would be sharper in order to seek out whatever it was.

Therefore, he’d been distracted and, if he was honest with himself, cocky. He’d smelled the hunters but he’d never expected they’d be a threat. Humans rarely were.

As he ran, he sensed it again, out there. It was close, whatever it was and the pull of it was so strong, it made him momentarily lose focus.

This cost him. He wasn’t watching where he was going. He wasn’t scanning the landscape.

He skidded to a painful halt, the snow blossoming out in white wings at his sides. A sheer rock face in front of him. A dense forest of pine trees, difficult to maneuver especially injured, to his right. Hunters at his back and to his left…

He stared.

A child.

Wearing a pink hat, scarf, boots and mittens and a navy coat, her long blonde hair falling down her shoulders.

Her green eyes were on him.

She couldn’t be more than five, maybe six, alone in the snow, in the forest, in the dead of night.

What the fuck? He thought

She had to be lost. Her need for rescue was what he must have sensed.

But he could feel no fear from her, not even of him and in this form everyone and everything feared him.

But obviously not her.

She was gazing at him calmly as if she took moonlit strolls regularly and further, as if she could see him plainly in the dark.

As if she was one of his own.

Impossible, he thought.

First, she was blonde. There were no blondes of his kind. None. Not in history.

Second, he’d smell it and she smelled starkly human.

He considered transforming. However, even if the cold couldn’t kill him, he didn’t relish the idea of transforming into a six foot six inch naked man with a gunshot wound to his thigh in front of a child. Not to mention, the hunters, who were gaining and who he could far more easily attack as a wolf (which was not forbidden, but frowned upon even if there was no alternative as it seemed would soon be the case).

But it was forbidden to change in front of a human who didn’t know about their secret culture.

Completely forbidden.

Even for him.

He heard the hunters crashing through the snow and branches, getting ever closer and he turned swiftly and growled low.

It was his vast experience there were two different kinds of human hunters.

There were those who took what they called their “sport” seriously and behaved, in their way, honorably.

These, he knew, were not those kind of hunters. Therefore, if they weren’t careful (which they would not be) they could hurt her.

He couldn’t allow that.

In fact, he’d die to stop it.

The force of this knowledge startled him but he knew it instantly and instinctively straight down to his immortal soul.

The hunters crashed through the trees into the clearing where he stood and leveled their shotguns at him.

He growled again and advanced, giving them their target.

Surprisingly, so did the child and she did so rapidly.

No!” she shrieked, taking the hunters’ attention and before he could move a muscle, she slid to a halt in front of him. She threw her arms wide as if to shield him with her body.

He tore his gaze from the hunters and stared at her in stunned surprise.

My puppy!” she cried. “You hurt my puppy!

“Get away from that animal!” one hunter bellowed, the barrel of his gun moving subtly, aiming away from the child.

“Jesus,” another muttered. “What’s a kid doin’ out here?”

“My puppy!” she shouted again, turned and lifted up on her toes so she could wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her face into the thick fur there. “You hurt my puppy!” she repeated on a wail as if her heart was torn apart. Then, not detaching her arms from his neck, her head rounded on the hunters again and she yelled, “Papa is going to be so mad.”

“Kid, I said, get away from that animal,” the first hunter ordered.

She ignored him. “Papa went all the way to Alaska to get my puppy for me and he got out tonight. He wouldn’t come when Papa called and called and whistled and called and we were so worried, so, so worried, we couldn’t get to sleep. We were looking for him, looking all over. Papa is just out there…” She took an arm away to point vaguely in the direction from where she came. “We were looking for him and Papa is going to be sooo mad that you shot my puppy!” She ended on a shriek, throwing her arm around his neck again, holding on tight and pressing her face into his fur, her body beginning to shake with false sobs.

Bloody hell but she was a cunning little human and, as a wolf, if he could laugh, he would.

Unfortunately, he could not.

Instead, he shifted his furry bulk into her and without delay she pressed closer.

“Fuckin’ A,” the third hunter mumbled, his eyes narrowed on the girl as he lowered his gun. “Is that Senator Arlington’s daughter?”

Fuck!” the second hunter hissed, lowering his own firearm. “It is.”

“Kid –” the first hunter started in a soothing tone.

She pulled her face away from his neck and glared at the hunters. “Go! Go now! If you go now, I won’t tell Papa it was you.”

They hesitated, all their guns lowered now, their feet shuffling.

Go!” she screamed, her child’s voice piercing the brittle air.

“Maybe we could talk to Senator Arlington,” the third one whispered his suggestion. “Explain things.”

“Yeah?” the first hunter asked sarcastically, turning angry eyes at his friend. “Do you want to tell Senator Arlington how we were out at night and you shot his precious daughter’s dog? Do you, Gary? Hunh?”

“That ain’t no dog,” the second hunter said, his eyes never leaving the beast. “That’s a wolf.”

“Don’t look like no wolf I’ve ever seen,” the third hunter noted and his voice turned greedy. “He’s huge. A beauty. Got to be a hundred pounds heavier than any wolf –”

“He’s a wolf, ain’t no dog,” the second hunter pressed.

“Jesus, Lloyd, you ever see a wild wolf stand calm next to a kid with her arms wrapped around his ruff?” the first hunter, clearly the brains of the crew, threw out.

“He’s a rare breed!” the child snapped, sounding adorably impatient, making it clear their squabbling was highly annoying and she had far better things to do. Her arms tightened as she continued, “That’s why Papa had to go all the way to –”

“All right, kid,” the first hunter cut her off, taking a step back while throwing his arm out to indicate his friends should follow suit. “Promise you won’t tell your Pa you saw us?”

“Promise you’ll stop hunting wolves in this region?” she shot back shrewdly, not sounding five or six but much older.

“Kid –” the first hunter started.

She interrupted him angrily, “Since you know you’re not allowed.”

The hunters stared at her in shock.

“They said she was weird,” the third hunter, having moved back several paces, whispered in a voice that he thought only he could hear.

“I’m not weird!” the child snapped and he swung his canine eyes to her in further surprise because he, of course, could hear. Even in the form of a man he had heightened hearing but he’d never known a human to have that kind of range.

The third hunter started then mumbled again, “Weird.”

The child’s body grew stiff with hurt affront.

The wolf growled.

All the hunters stared at the beast.

“Promise!” she demanded.

They were silent.

“I’ll tell my Papa…” she threatened.

“Okay, kid, we promise,” the first hunter assured her, moving back again.

The wolf and child stood still and silent, watching the hunters retreat. A pace, two, three, four, then they turned and made their way swiftly through the wood.

“Silly men,” she whispered irritably as she let him go and looked at him, her astute green eyes moving the length of him to his flank then she murmured, “Poor puppy.” She patted him on the neck. “Papa will fix you, he’s good at that. Let’s go home.”

She started walking away and he stood still, watching her, uncertain, even with his experience of all things human, inhuman and beast, what to make of the child.

She turned back.

“It’s okay, puppy,” she told him. “You can trust me. I’m not weird. Promise. It’s just…” she paused and quirked her head to the side. “Animals understand me. Papa says it’s a special gift.” She patted her thigh with her pink mitten. “Come on, we’ll take good care of you.” She lifted her hand to her heart, made a cross and grinned an immensely adorable grin the sight of which he felt in his gut. “Cross my heart.”

She turned again and marched away.

He followed.

Not because of her promise she’d take care of him.

Instead, because he needed to protect her.

It wasn’t far, maybe a five minute trek (but annoyingly painful and lumbering for him), when they came upon a log cabin in the trees. Warm, welcoming lights flooded from its windows, a sparkling Christmas tree shown in one.

“That’s home,” she told him, her voice reverent. “We have another home, in the city, but Momma and Papa and I like this one way better. We come here every Christmas.” She turned to him and smiled a bright smile. “Come on!”

She ran the rest of the way, throwing open the door and turning again in its frame to pat her leg.

Limping less but still limping, he followed.

He entered the cabin and could see exactly why she’d prefer this place to any other.

It was small but it was homey, rustic, warm and friendly.

He could live his life there.

She was busy rushing around the cabin and he stood in the door watching her.

“We’ll get you all warm and you can rest. Momma and Papa will be home soon and he’ll know what to do. Papa always knows what to do,” she babbled as she bunched clean sheets on a rug before the fire with her still mittened hands and then she turned to him and patted her leg again. “Come on, puppy. It’s okay.”

He cautiously limped to the sheets.

She pulled off her mitten and ran her fingers down his head. “Good puppy,” she murmured.

He collapsed with a canine groan to the sheets.

“There you go,” she whispered, crouching beside him to give him a rub.

Then she ran to the door, closed it and pulled off her hat, mittens, scarf and coat, throwing them efficiently on the couch.

She took a fluffy throw from a chair and brought it to him, tossing it on his body and arranging it carefully as he felt the healing in his flank sharpen.

No longer running, the wound would be mended within half an hour.

She sat down behind him and whispered, “I’ll just lay here with you until Papa gets home.” He felt her settle and press her little body down his back. “Keep you warm and safe,” she mumbled, her voice turning sleepy. “Then Papa will take care of you.”

Regardless of the fact that she was clearly a gifted child, like any child she was dead asleep within minutes.

And he lay beside her, letting the healing work and thinking, even though she clearly adored her father, he would be having words with a man who’d let his child, gifted or not, stay alone in a remote cabin and wander the forest in the dead of night. He didn’t give a fuck that she was obviously quite capable or if she did, indeed, have a way with animals.

No good human parent did that.

He was whole again and he sensed them well before they arrived.

He carefully moved away so as not to waken her, had transformed and was standing beside her wrapped in the throw she’d placed over him when the door opened.

His brethren glanced at him then the child then his brother Calder threw him his pants.

He pulled them on as his father walked close.

Too close to the child.

Unconsciously he straightened, pants still half unbuttoned, and moved to stand in front of her.

His father, Mac’s eyes slid away from the girl and caught his.

Then he watched Mac’s face gentle.

“Callum,” Mac murmured softly.

“She’s Senator Arlington’s daughter,” Callum announced, his voice low in deference to her sleep but rumbling because he was pissed way the hell off.

“I know,” his father replied.

“I’m uncertain of an allegiance with a man who’d leave his daughter unprotected,” Callum went on.

Callum watched something flash across Mac’s face and what he saw made him brace.

“It matters not,” his father said softly and when Callum opened his mouth to speak again Mac lifted a hand. “Senator Arlington was assassinated tonight. His wife with him.”

Callum’s head jerked toward the innocently sleeping child and he felt his gut clench painfully at the thought that she, especially she, would lose her mother and clearly beloved father on Christmas Eve.

“She was here for her safety,” Mac continued and Callum’s eyes cut back to him as he carried on, “You were here for it as well.”

“I –” Callum started, surprised at this announcement and getting pretty fucking tired of surprises.

Mac got closer. “It was a test.”

Callum’s jaw grew tight.

He had endured a fair few of his father’s tests in his very long life.

He watched Mac look back down at the girl with an infinitely gentle expression and he knew his father wasn’t finished.

He wasn’t wrong.

When Mac’s eyes came back to Callum, he went on, “As ever, you passed,” Callum watched his father smile and something oddly joyous shone in his eyes before he murmured, “And so did she.”

“Would you like to tell me what you’re on about?” Callum suggested.

Mac didn’t hesitate. “Tonight, my son, the connection has begun.”

Callum felt his body go solid before his eyes sliced down to the girl.

He looked again to his father, his voice coated in angry disbelief. “She’s human.”

Mac took in a breath through his nose, hesitated, opened his mouth, closed it then opened it again to say, “She is.”

“I can’t be connected to a human,” Callum clipped.

“The oracle has spoken,” his father declared.

Callum heard his brethren pull in shocked breaths.

Mac moved even closer and his voice grew lower when he asked, “You felt it?”

Bloody hell.

He felt it.

It was bigger than him, bigger than his brethren, bigger and more important than anything.

He’d die for her.

She was in a very important sense, his reason for being.

Hell, he’d even moved to protect her against his own father, a wolf he knew wouldn’t harm a living soul unless forced to do it.

Fuck!” he bit out.

“She’ll be protected until the time is right,” Mac assured.

Callum narrowed his gaze on him and growled, “She bloody better be.”

Mac glanced to the side. “Ryon, see to it, our best men.”

“But, Mac, we can’t –” Ryon began and Callum watched his father’s eyes narrow.

“See to it,” Mac ordered.

“We’re at war!” Ryon hissed. “We need every brother we have. We can’t afford –”

Mac cut Ryon off by repeating, “See to it.”

Callum watched his brethren shift and glance at each other.

Then their gazes moved back to him with dawning realization.

Callum had the same thought they did and he felt his body grow tight.

He looked back to Mac and asked with extreme unease, “She’s my queen?”

He watched his father nod and anguish tore through him but he didn’t allow it to show, instead, he lifted his chin.

“When?” he demanded to know.

“It matters not,” Mac replied.

“You’re my father and you’re my king, it fucking matters that you’re soon to die,” Callum ground out.

Mac didn’t answer.

Callum leaned forward. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I have my reasons,” Mac responded.

Jesus but Mac could be mysterious and in the three hundred fifty years of his life it never failed to piss Callum off.

“Mac –” Callum began but his father lifted his hand and placed it on Callum’s shoulder.

“We’re at war and this war will not end under my reign. You and she,” he glanced down at the girl before his eyes moved back to his son. “Will lead our people to peace.”

Callum didn’t know what he was feeling because there was too much to feel.

What he did know was that he didn’t like any of it.

His eyes leveled on his father’s and he promised, “If they bring you down, it’ll be a fucking bloody peace and only on my fucking terms.”

Mac leaned close as his fingers tightened on Callum’s arm.

Then he whispered in his son’s ear, “I’m counting on that.”

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One night, Callum is driven into the woods by instinct, an instinct to protect. In the form of wolf, he meets a young human child who he is instantly drawn to in a fierce way he doesn’t quite understand.

Sonia Arlington has lived a lonely life. She has certain abilities that make her strange and she has a rare disease that, if untreated, could kill her. Her father makes her vow that she will never let others discover her abilities. This forces Sonia to stay distant, always guarding against exposure.

Intelligence leaks that Sonia is Callum’s human mate. He is now King of the Werewolves and has war on his hands. He’s forced to claim his mate and integrate Sonia into a world that is strange and frightening.

As Sonia attempts to adjust, Callum attempts to cope with the knowledge that his mate is mortal. He will have her beauty and gentleness only the length of a mortal life making their union unbearably bitter even as Sonia makes it unbelievably sweet.

Prologue

Connection

The trail of blood was leading the hunters straight to him.

Normally, he would have outrun them long before now, but with his right flank wounded by the shotgun blast and with him unable to rest or transform in order to heal quickly, he was simply losing more blood, more energy and slowing.

He tried to sense his brethren but they weren’t near. They weren’t due for hours.

He’d arrived early, too early.

Something had drawn him to this forest, so much as called out to him.

And, as usual, he followed his instincts.

He’d gone early and transformed so his senses would be sharper in order to seek out whatever it was.

Therefore, he’d been distracted and, if he was honest with himself, cocky. He’d smelled the hunters but he’d never expected they’d be a threat. Humans rarely were.

As he ran, he sensed it again, out there. It was close, whatever it was and the pull of it was so strong, it made him momentarily lose focus.

This cost him. He wasn’t watching where he was going. He wasn’t scanning the landscape.

He skidded to a painful halt, the snow blossoming out in white wings at his sides. A sheer rock face in front of him. A dense forest of pine trees, difficult to maneuver especially injured, to his right. Hunters at his back and to his left…

He stared.

A child.

Wearing a pink hat, scarf, boots and mittens and a navy coat, her long blonde hair falling down her shoulders.

Her green eyes were on him.

She couldn’t be more than five, maybe six, alone in the snow, in the forest, in the dead of night.

What the fuck? He thought

She had to be lost. Her need for rescue was what he must have sensed.

But he could feel no fear from her, not even of him and in this form everyone and everything feared him.

But obviously not her.

She was gazing at him calmly as if she took moonlit strolls regularly and further, as if she could see him plainly in the dark.

As if she was one of his own.

Impossible, he thought.

First, she was blonde. There were no blondes of his kind. None. Not in history.

Second, he’d smell it and she smelled starkly human.

He considered transforming. However, even if the cold couldn’t kill him, he didn’t relish the idea of transforming into a six foot six inch naked man with a gunshot wound to his thigh in front of a child. Not to mention, the hunters, who were gaining and who he could far more easily attack as a wolf (which was not forbidden, but frowned upon even if there was no alternative as it seemed would soon be the case).

But it was forbidden to change in front of a human who didn’t know about their secret culture.

Completely forbidden.

Even for him.

He heard the hunters crashing through the snow and branches, getting ever closer and he turned swiftly and growled low.

It was his vast experience there were two different kinds of human hunters.

There were those who took what they called their “sport” seriously and behaved, in their way, honorably.

These, he knew, were not those kind of hunters. Therefore, if they weren’t careful (which they would not be) they could hurt her.

He couldn’t allow that.

In fact, he’d die to stop it.

The force of this knowledge startled him but he knew it instantly and instinctively straight down to his immortal soul.

The hunters crashed through the trees into the clearing where he stood and leveled their shotguns at him.

He growled again and advanced, giving them their target.

Surprisingly, so did the child and she did so rapidly.

No!” she shrieked, taking the hunters’ attention and before he could move a muscle, she slid to a halt in front of him. She threw her arms wide as if to shield him with her body.

He tore his gaze from the hunters and stared at her in stunned surprise.

My puppy!” she cried. “You hurt my puppy!

“Get away from that animal!” one hunter bellowed, the barrel of his gun moving subtly, aiming away from the child.

“Jesus,” another muttered. “What’s a kid doin’ out here?”

“My puppy!” she shouted again, turned and lifted up on her toes so she could wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her face into the thick fur there. “You hurt my puppy!” she repeated on a wail as if her heart was torn apart. Then, not detaching her arms from his neck, her head rounded on the hunters again and she yelled, “Papa is going to be so mad.”

“Kid, I said, get away from that animal,” the first hunter ordered.

She ignored him. “Papa went all the way to Alaska to get my puppy for me and he got out tonight. He wouldn’t come when Papa called and called and whistled and called and we were so worried, so, so worried, we couldn’t get to sleep. We were looking for him, looking all over. Papa is just out there…” She took an arm away to point vaguely in the direction from where she came. “We were looking for him and Papa is going to be sooo mad that you shot my puppy!” She ended on a shriek, throwing her arm around his neck again, holding on tight and pressing her face into his fur, her body beginning to shake with false sobs.

Bloody hell but she was a cunning little human and, as a wolf, if he could laugh, he would.

Unfortunately, he could not.

Instead, he shifted his furry bulk into her and without delay she pressed closer.

“Fuckin’ A,” the third hunter mumbled, his eyes narrowed on the girl as he lowered his gun. “Is that Senator Arlington’s daughter?”

Fuck!” the second hunter hissed, lowering his own firearm. “It is.”

“Kid –” the first hunter started in a soothing tone.

She pulled her face away from his neck and glared at the hunters. “Go! Go now! If you go now, I won’t tell Papa it was you.”

They hesitated, all their guns lowered now, their feet shuffling.

Go!” she screamed, her child’s voice piercing the brittle air.

“Maybe we could talk to Senator Arlington,” the third one whispered his suggestion. “Explain things.”

“Yeah?” the first hunter asked sarcastically, turning angry eyes at his friend. “Do you want to tell Senator Arlington how we were out at night and you shot his precious daughter’s dog? Do you, Gary? Hunh?”

“That ain’t no dog,” the second hunter said, his eyes never leaving the beast. “That’s a wolf.”

“Don’t look like no wolf I’ve ever seen,” the third hunter noted and his voice turned greedy. “He’s huge. A beauty. Got to be a hundred pounds heavier than any wolf –”

“He’s a wolf, ain’t no dog,” the second hunter pressed.

“Jesus, Lloyd, you ever see a wild wolf stand calm next to a kid with her arms wrapped around his ruff?” the first hunter, clearly the brains of the crew, threw out.

“He’s a rare breed!” the child snapped, sounding adorably impatient, making it clear their squabbling was highly annoying and she had far better things to do. Her arms tightened as she continued, “That’s why Papa had to go all the way to –”

“All right, kid,” the first hunter cut her off, taking a step back while throwing his arm out to indicate his friends should follow suit. “Promise you won’t tell your Pa you saw us?”

“Promise you’ll stop hunting wolves in this region?” she shot back shrewdly, not sounding five or six but much older.

“Kid –” the first hunter started.

She interrupted him angrily, “Since you know you’re not allowed.”

The hunters stared at her in shock.

“They said she was weird,” the third hunter, having moved back several paces, whispered in a voice that he thought only he could hear.

“I’m not weird!” the child snapped and he swung his canine eyes to her in further surprise because he, of course, could hear. Even in the form of a man he had heightened hearing but he’d never known a human to have that kind of range.

The third hunter started then mumbled again, “Weird.”

The child’s body grew stiff with hurt affront.

The wolf growled.

All the hunters stared at the beast.

“Promise!” she demanded.

They were silent.

“I’ll tell my Papa…” she threatened.

“Okay, kid, we promise,” the first hunter assured her, moving back again.

The wolf and child stood still and silent, watching the hunters retreat. A pace, two, three, four, then they turned and made their way swiftly through the wood.

“Silly men,” she whispered irritably as she let him go and looked at him, her astute green eyes moving the length of him to his flank then she murmured, “Poor puppy.” She patted him on the neck. “Papa will fix you, he’s good at that. Let’s go home.”

She started walking away and he stood still, watching her, uncertain, even with his experience of all things human, inhuman and beast, what to make of the child.

She turned back.

“It’s okay, puppy,” she told him. “You can trust me. I’m not weird. Promise. It’s just…” she paused and quirked her head to the side. “Animals understand me. Papa says it’s a special gift.” She patted her thigh with her pink mitten. “Come on, we’ll take good care of you.” She lifted her hand to her heart, made a cross and grinned an immensely adorable grin the sight of which he felt in his gut. “Cross my heart.”

She turned again and marched away.

He followed.

Not because of her promise she’d take care of him.

Instead, because he needed to protect her.

It wasn’t far, maybe a five minute trek (but annoyingly painful and lumbering for him), when they came upon a log cabin in the trees. Warm, welcoming lights flooded from its windows, a sparkling Christmas tree shown in one.

“That’s home,” she told him, her voice reverent. “We have another home, in the city, but Momma and Papa and I like this one way better. We come here every Christmas.” She turned to him and smiled a bright smile. “Come on!”

She ran the rest of the way, throwing open the door and turning again in its frame to pat her leg.

Limping less but still limping, he followed.

He entered the cabin and could see exactly why she’d prefer this place to any other.

It was small but it was homey, rustic, warm and friendly.

He could live his life there.

She was busy rushing around the cabin and he stood in the door watching her.

“We’ll get you all warm and you can rest. Momma and Papa will be home soon and he’ll know what to do. Papa always knows what to do,” she babbled as she bunched clean sheets on a rug before the fire with her still mittened hands and then she turned to him and patted her leg again. “Come on, puppy. It’s okay.”

He cautiously limped to the sheets.

She pulled off her mitten and ran her fingers down his head. “Good puppy,” she murmured.

He collapsed with a canine groan to the sheets.

“There you go,” she whispered, crouching beside him to give him a rub.

Then she ran to the door, closed it and pulled off her hat, mittens, scarf and coat, throwing them efficiently on the couch.

She took a fluffy throw from a chair and brought it to him, tossing it on his body and arranging it carefully as he felt the healing in his flank sharpen.

No longer running, the wound would be mended within half an hour.

She sat down behind him and whispered, “I’ll just lay here with you until Papa gets home.” He felt her settle and press her little body down his back. “Keep you warm and safe,” she mumbled, her voice turning sleepy. “Then Papa will take care of you.”

Regardless of the fact that she was clearly a gifted child, like any child she was dead asleep within minutes.

And he lay beside her, letting the healing work and thinking, even though she clearly adored her father, he would be having words with a man who’d let his child, gifted or not, stay alone in a remote cabin and wander the forest in the dead of night. He didn’t give a fuck that she was obviously quite capable or if she did, indeed, have a way with animals.

No good human parent did that.

He was whole again and he sensed them well before they arrived.

He carefully moved away so as not to waken her, had transformed and was standing beside her wrapped in the throw she’d placed over him when the door opened.

His brethren glanced at him then the child then his brother Calder threw him his pants.

He pulled them on as his father walked close.

Too close to the child.

Unconsciously he straightened, pants still half unbuttoned, and moved to stand in front of her.

His father, Mac’s eyes slid away from the girl and caught his.

Then he watched Mac’s face gentle.

“Callum,” Mac murmured softly.

“She’s Senator Arlington’s daughter,” Callum announced, his voice low in deference to her sleep but rumbling because he was pissed way the hell off.

“I know,” his father replied.

“I’m uncertain of an allegiance with a man who’d leave his daughter unprotected,” Callum went on.

Callum watched something flash across Mac’s face and what he saw made him brace.

“It matters not,” his father said softly and when Callum opened his mouth to speak again Mac lifted a hand. “Senator Arlington was assassinated tonight. His wife with him.”

Callum’s head jerked toward the innocently sleeping child and he felt his gut clench painfully at the thought that she, especially she, would lose her mother and clearly beloved father on Christmas Eve.

“She was here for her safety,” Mac continued and Callum’s eyes cut back to him as he carried on, “You were here for it as well.”

“I –” Callum started, surprised at this announcement and getting pretty fucking tired of surprises.

Mac got closer. “It was a test.”

Callum’s jaw grew tight.

He had endured a fair few of his father’s tests in his very long life.

He watched Mac look back down at the girl with an infinitely gentle expression and he knew his father wasn’t finished.

He wasn’t wrong.

When Mac’s eyes came back to Callum, he went on, “As ever, you passed,” Callum watched his father smile and something oddly joyous shone in his eyes before he murmured, “And so did she.”

“Would you like to tell me what you’re on about?” Callum suggested.

Mac didn’t hesitate. “Tonight, my son, the connection has begun.”

Callum felt his body go solid before his eyes sliced down to the girl.

He looked again to his father, his voice coated in angry disbelief. “She’s human.”

Mac took in a breath through his nose, hesitated, opened his mouth, closed it then opened it again to say, “She is.”

“I can’t be connected to a human,” Callum clipped.

“The oracle has spoken,” his father declared.

Callum heard his brethren pull in shocked breaths.

Mac moved even closer and his voice grew lower when he asked, “You felt it?”

Bloody hell.

He felt it.

It was bigger than him, bigger than his brethren, bigger and more important than anything.

He’d die for her.

She was in a very important sense, his reason for being.

Hell, he’d even moved to protect her against his own father, a wolf he knew wouldn’t harm a living soul unless forced to do it.

Fuck!” he bit out.

“She’ll be protected until the time is right,” Mac assured.

Callum narrowed his gaze on him and growled, “She bloody better be.”

Mac glanced to the side. “Ryon, see to it, our best men.”

“But, Mac, we can’t –” Ryon began and Callum watched his father’s eyes narrow.

“See to it,” Mac ordered.

“We’re at war!” Ryon hissed. “We need every brother we have. We can’t afford –”

Mac cut Ryon off by repeating, “See to it.”

Callum watched his brethren shift and glance at each other.

Then their gazes moved back to him with dawning realization.

Callum had the same thought they did and he felt his body grow tight.

He looked back to Mac and asked with extreme unease, “She’s my queen?”

He watched his father nod and anguish tore through him but he didn’t allow it to show, instead, he lifted his chin.

“When?” he demanded to know.

“It matters not,” Mac replied.

“You’re my father and you’re my king, it fucking matters that you’re soon to die,” Callum ground out.

Mac didn’t answer.

Callum leaned forward. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I have my reasons,” Mac responded.

Jesus but Mac could be mysterious and in the three hundred fifty years of his life it never failed to piss Callum off.

“Mac –” Callum began but his father lifted his hand and placed it on Callum’s shoulder.

“We’re at war and this war will not end under my reign. You and she,” he glanced down at the girl before his eyes moved back to his son. “Will lead our people to peace.”

Callum didn’t know what he was feeling because there was too much to feel.

What he did know was that he didn’t like any of it.

His eyes leveled on his father’s and he promised, “If they bring you down, it’ll be a fucking bloody peace and only on my fucking terms.”

Mac leaned close as his fingers tightened on Callum’s arm.

Then he whispered in his son’s ear, “I’m counting on that.”

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