Avalanche, the fourth story in my Witches and Wolves (Collection), just released this week. Unlike the previous books in the series, this features a m/m/f menage. Strangely, the deciding factor in creating the threesome was the solitary nature of one of the heroes.
Tyler appeared in two previous stories in the series. The rugged werewolf soldier revealed little about himself, other than his stern manner and dedication to duty. Though Tyler is a private wolf, generally more comfortable alone than with others, but he’s also an all or nothing kind of guy. Once he makes a connection, he’s loyal for life, but to satisfy such a passionate wolf takes two. Tyler is the strong, silent type but with a lot of love to give and plenty of shapeshifter energy that needs satisfying.
Chloe and Torrance nab his interest from the first. Chloe with her selflessness, inexperience with magic and general hotness and Torrance with his courage and underlying vulnerability draw Tyler into their dangerous world.
As a wolf, Tyler wants to protect and as a man he wants to be satisfied, body and soul. From the moment they meet, Tyler, Chloe and Torrance are meant to be together.
I hope you enjoy the following excerpt from Witches and Wolves 4: Avalanche, available from Changeling Press.
Excerpt from Witches and Wolves: Avalanche is for readers 18 and over.
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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