Witches and Wolves (Collection): Avalanche
(Witches and Wolves 4)
by Saloni Quinby
Witches, warriors and werewolves — four couples longing for love battle demons bent on taking over the world.
He Needs to Feed: When he’s possessed by a sex demon, Caleb spends each night inside a cage with a security lock, consumed by a need to feed his sexual hunger. He’s convinced no one can understand his obsession, but after battling his own demons for years, Devin knows they can be beaten and he refuses to give up his lover without a fight.
Witches and Wolves: Embittered by a bad relationship, Nate has sworn off romance — until he meets gorgeous werewolf Bruce Johanson. But when Nate’s estranged twin brother, Nick shows up, on the run from a demon., Nate has no choice but to go to put aside their differences long enough to fight this evil together. Fortunately Bruce’s pack brother Redd is determined to save Nick, no matter what the cost.
Personal Strangers: Nate and Nick are on the verge of a mating ritual that will bind them to their werewolf lovers for life when a demonic curse transports them to a world where no one recognizes them, including their husbands. Now the brothers must combine their magic to save the wolves they love.
Avalanche: Tyler never expected to fall in love, until he meets Chloe and Tyler, two desperate witches battling demons bent on taking over the world. Chloe and Tyler use their sexual energy to empower Torrance — witch, warrior and werewolf longing for love.
Publisher’s Note: Witches and Wolves contains the previously published novellas He Needs to Feed, Witches and Wolves, Personal Strangers, and Avalanche.
Excerpt from Witches and Wolves: Avalanche
Torrance awoke gasping and sweaty. His back stung from the demon’s claws. He had a pounding headache and still felt exhausted though by the dimness of the room he must have been asleep for at least a couple of hours. The wood in the fireplace glowed red, but the room was still fairly warm–or perhaps it just felt that way since the nightmare left him overheated.
He heard voices from the kitchen–Chloe and a deep male voice that sent a pang of fear through him until he remembered their unwanted guest.
He stood and groaned. Hell, he was in his early thirties but he felt about seventy. His sustained use of magic over the past month without recharging was like running a marathon every day without ever taking sustenance . He couldn’t last like this forever. Time was running out in more ways than one.
He walked to the kitchen and lurked in the doorway. Chloe and Tyler sat facing each other at the breakfast table. Both looked determined and Chloe looked almost angry, her dark eyes blazing.
“You’re still here?” Torrance said to Tyler.
The wolf–now in human form and surprisingly handsome–turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
“You didn’t think I’d actually leave without knowing what you’re doing here?”
“I’m not inclined to satisfy your curiosity,” Torrance replied.
“It’s all right,” the wolf said. “Chloe told me everything.”
Rage shot through Torrance. His fists clenched and he glared at her. “I can’t believe you’d–“
“He’s lying,” she said. “I didn’t tell him anything.”
Torrance reined in his anger and glanced at the wolf. “Oh, I nearly slid into that one. I’m not at my best at the moment.”
“I noticed. In fact you look worse than before your nap. Tell me what the problem is and I might be able to help.”
“Since when do werewolves know anything about magic? Your kind frown on it, am I right?”
“You’re generalizing, so in this case you’re wrong. I’m not an expert on magic, but I have acquaintances who are.”
“Good for you, but it will take more than that for me to trust you. For all I know your friends could be on the wrong side.”
“The wrong side?” Tyler pressed.
“We’re done answering your questions. I’m sorry I buried you in the snow. Thank you for helping me home, but my hospitality just ran out. I’m going upstairs for a shower. When I come back you’d better be gone or this will get ugly.”
Torrance turned to leave, but paused at Chloe’s gasp.
“Shit, what happened to your back?” she demanded.
Straining to glance behind him, Torrance reached around and felt warm stickiness on his torn shirt.
“That wasn’t there earlier,” the wolf said. His big hands fell lightly on Torrance’s shoulders.
“Hey,” Torrance snapped, trying to pull away, but the wolf’s grip tightened.
“Calm down,” the wolf said. “You’re going to need help cleaning these. You might even need stitches. How did this happen?”
“None of your business.”
“It’s the nightmares, isn’t it?” Chloe asked.
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