Cardeno C.’s Werewolf Read Recommendations:
- L. Langley’s With or Without Series
- The Cloverleaf Pack by Lisa Oliver
- Good Bones by Kim Fielding
- Southwestern Shifters series by Bailey Bradford
- The Holland Brothers by Toni Griffin
About Cardeno C:
Cardeno C. – CC to friends – is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few “awwws” into a reader’s day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno’s stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever-after sunset. Cardeno’s Mates and Pack collections focus on wolf shifters with designed mates and strong happily ever afters.
Heartwarming Stories. Strong Relationships. Forever Love.
Cardeno C.’s Wolf Shifter Books
- Wake Me Up Inside: A powerful Alpha wolf shifter and a strong-willed human overcome traditions ingrained over generations and uncover long-buried secrets to fulfill their destiny as true mates.
- In Your Eyes: Two very different men with a tumultuous history must overcome challenges from all sides and see past their society’s rules to realize they are destined for one another.
- Until Forever Comes: A sensitive wolf shifter and a vicious vampire challenge history, greed, and the very fabric of their beings in order to stay together until forever comes.
- Blue Mountain: An Omega who must learn to trust. An Alpha who must learn patience. Fate unites them. Love keeps them toget
- Red River: Two Alpha shifters join together to lead their pack and build a family.
All of Me (standalone short novella): To bond with his destined mate, an Alpha wolf must look past what he sees and trust what he feels.
Excerpt From Red River by Cardeno C.
“You’re literally asleep on your feet. My dad wasn’t exaggerating when he said you were exhausted.”
Wesley opened his eyes to see Jobe standing directly in front of him, a glass of water in one hand and a steaming mug of something that smelled of oranges, cranberries, cinnamon, and cloves in the other.
“Tea,” Jobe said by way of explanation when Wesley looked at the mug. “It’s herbal. I thought—” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I brought the water too, but this will help you relax.”
Implied in that statement was an accusation that Wesley appeared on edge, which meant he wasn’t handling his emotions well. Not an acceptable quality in an Alpha. But arguing about it would support that position and trying to justify it would make him look defensive. Besides, there was something in Jobe’s empathetic eyes, his warm tone, even his relaxed posture, that told Wesley he wasn’t being challenged or judged. This man seemed genuine in his desire to soothe him and it struck Wesley that Jobe would be the perfect person for a busy, pressure-filled Alpha to confide in at the end of each day.
“Thank you.” Wesley took the water and swallowed it down in four big gulps.
“Do you want more?” Jobe reached for the empty glass.
“No.” Though he wasn’t normally a tea drinker, the aroma wafting from the mug wrapped around Wesley, providing the relaxation Jobe had promised. “But that tea smells good.”
“All the spices are local.” Jobe handed him the hot mug and took the glass. “Do you want to sit?” He tipped his head toward an overstuffed sofa upholstered in a mishmash of quilted patterns. “That couch is really comfortable.”
If he had to pretend to mate with someone, Wesley probably would have chosen a person with Jobe’s disposition. Not that he’d had a choice. But regardless, the tea smelled wonderful and he saw the wisdom in getting to know the man who would be by his side for the foreseeable future, so he nodded and stepped over to the couch.
“It’s definitely colorful.” He sank into the soft cushions and, without his permission, a happy moan escaped his grateful body.
Brown eyes twinkling, Jobe joined him on the couch. “What were you saying?”
With a sigh, Wesley leaned into the corner between the sofa back and the plush arm and stretched his tired legs out. “It’s very comfortable,” he admitted as he raised the mug to his mouth.
“Delores Jenkins, one of our pack members, is a skilled seamstress and her mate is a carpenter.” Jobe tucked his leg underneath his butt and mirrored Wesley’s position at the other end of the couch. “They made it for me when I chose this cabin as my home.”
There was a flash of familiarity as Wesley watched Jobe situate himself on the sofa, but it disappeared so quickly Wesley couldn’t pinpoint the source. Shaking off the odd feeling, he breathed in the spicy aroma wafting from the mug and then sipped the hot liquid.
“This is good.” He took another sip of his drink. “Really good. Where did you say you got it?” Because Wesley could see himself becoming a tea drinker if this particular flavor mix was readily available.
“I made it with herbs and fruit from our land.” The sides of Jobe’s eyes crinkled as he smiled, looking pleased. “I keep a large garden at both sides of the house and our fruit trees are generous. I’ll give you a tour tomorrow. You’ll see how beautiful your new home is.”
Looking at Jobe’s glowing face, Wesley was struck with the thought that nothing could look more beautiful than him. The boulder of anger and resentment he had carried from Purple Sky began to chip.
Some great books for my list.
thanks
Thank you for stopping by for werewolf week, Debra!