Release the Wolves
a special Thursdays Bite
Snow and the Seventh Wolf is out and ready for purchase! WOOT!
When readers finish Little Red Riding Wolf one of the things they’ve said over and over is that Seth needs to be taken down a peg or two. Even my editor from Passion and Print asked for Seth’s story. So here it is, finally, and just in time for my favorite month…February, the month of love.
Exiled for attempting to kill his sister’s lover, the last thing Seth needs is to be saddled with a human. But Seth can’t turn his back when he discovers Snow fleeing from her avaricious step-parents murder plot. Isolated in a cabin in the woods, Snow attempts seduction and Seth discovers even werewolves are vulnerable to passion’s temptation. Seth’s angry struggles against his desire drive him away, but his over-protective alpha nature won’t let him abandon a female in distress. With Snow in danger again, can Seth overcome his prejudices in time to save Snow from her step-parents’ evil plan?
Presenting for your enjoyment an excerpt from Chapter One:
Snow Electra Jazzman slid her sunglasses down and frowned
at Ron as he passed the turn leading to the only decent coffee
shop in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.
“I thought we were going for coffee?”
“Um, well, we are.” Ron darted a look at her, turning his
watery blue eyes back to the twisting mountain road before she
could really read him. “But first, I thought we should take a
hike. Get to know each other better.”
Snow repressed a sigh and slid the sunglasses back. “You
know, you really don’t need to do this.”
After her dad had died, Snow’s stepmother had run through
men almost as fast as she ran through bottles of wine. Ron, her
latest husband, had seemed okay. At least he’d never tried to get
it on with Snow.
“My stepmother doesn’t care if you get to know me,” she
said. “In a month, I’ll be twenty-one. You’ll never have to see
“Tell you what…” This time he didn’t even look at her.
He eased the BMW off the main road and onto a narrow dirt
track that Snow hadn’t even noticed. And, instead of stopping,
he drove into the woods until she couldn’t see even a glimpse of
the main road.
A thousand nerves skittered across Snow’s neck.
She rubbed the skin under her jacket collar, hard. This was
it. She knew the signs. Time to fend off another stepfather.
Ron finally stopped the car. “Here’s a good spot.” It was dead
quiet in the isolation of the BMW. He rubbed his hands on his
pants, back and forth. Back and forth then got out of the car.
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This was bad. None of the others had even bothered to take
her away from the house. She looked at the deep dark woods
and shivered, zipped her jacket up to her chin and stiffened her
She wasn’t a little girl anymore, she was a grown woman. Her
body, her decision. Screw him and Elena. The minute she had
access to her trust fund, she was gone.
Ron came around the car and held her door open. She shot
him a look that was supposed to tell him he was fooling himself,
but he just grinned his trademark cheesy TV grin and said,
“Come on, we’ll just stroll up the trail a little.”
The heavy overcast sky made Snow feel even colder than
the winter mountain temperature outside. As intimate as being
with Ron in the BMW had seemed a moment before, now she
didn’t want to leave the car.
“Can’t we do this in the car?” She glanced pointedly down
at her new white suede boots and then at the mud. “Or better
yet, over coffee?”
“Elena said we should walk.” Ron’s forehead creased, he
shook back his overlong sweep of artificial blond hair they all
pretended hid his receding hairline. “I’d feel better if we could
Snow sighed, and got out of the car. Better get this over with.
She’d handled the others, she’d handle him. And then she’d
only have a month to deal with his wounded ego.
“This is pretty remote,” she said, shivering. The cold was
already leaking through the thin soles of her boots. At least
the cabin they’d rented for the week was in an enclave of other
expensive vacation retreats. If she’d needed to, she could have
run for help.
Here, the only sound she could identify was the wind
shushing through the trees. The immense quiet seemed heavy
and forbidding compared to the bright lights and constant
motion of LA.
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Ron aimed the remote behind them and the lock snicked
The spidering on her neck trickled down her spine.
She didn’t want to do this.
She only had thirty days to go, living with her stepmother—
and fighting off another stepfather was not in her plans. Then
again, coming to Wyoming hadn’t been in her plans either, but
she had no choice until she received her inheritance.
She was counting the days, the hours, the minutes.
Shoulders back, she followed Ron to the gap in the dark wall
“How far do you want to go?” She peered at the trail that
almost seemed to disappear into a dark hole as it turned up the
incline. A lacy flake landed on her nose, melted and slid down
the side of her cheek. She shivered.
“I would have dressed differently if you’d said we were going
out in the cold.” She sounded bitchy. She didn’t care. He should
have at least bought her the coffee first.
Ron frowned over his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said and
entered the tunnel made by the trees. “Elena said there was a
good spot not too far ahead.”
His whipped dog expression, and the fact that she suspected
he really was afraid of her stepmother, kept her walking up
the trail behind him. She didn’t know what Elena had to do
with this, but his constant reference to Elena didn’t feel like
the typical play for the younger step-daughter. Maybe he wasn’t
going to try it on. Maybe he really wanted to talk. She focused
on trying to find some beauty in the dark oppressive woods and
put aside her fears about where this was heading.
The first few fat white flakes scattering through the air were
pretty. Despite the heavy grey sky, and the sharp incline of the
trail, her pre-caffeine grumpiness began to lift. They’d have their
talk, turn around, and go get the coffee. Before long she’d be
back at the cabin, warm in her own room, where she could once
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again dream of a future free from Elena.
Trudging around a group of leafless bushes she nearly ran
into Ron, who had come to a dead halt in the middle of the
trail. She stumbled to a stop, catching herself just shy of the edge
of the tremendous drop she hadn’t even seen.
“What the…” The heavy swirls of flakes lightened for a
moment, the dark clouds opened up and the snowy white peaks
of the Grand Tetons appeared, illuminated by a fleeting shaft
“Oh!” She smiled at Ron, startled by the beauty into a
surprising camaraderie. “For once Elena was right, this is
“Pretty isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Snow agreed and chose to ignore his flat tone, focusing
on the view.
It really was pretty. The light from the gap in the clouds
looked like the hand of God in the final scene in a fifties movie.
So over the top you’d never believe it was real.
She turned back to face Ron, but he’d moved around till he
was on the downhill side of the path, between her and the path
back to the car.
“Thanks for bringing me here. It’s gorgeous.” Her smile
faltered. He wasn’t smiling back. His thin blue eyes avoided hers
and he swallowed noisily, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He shifted
his weight from foot to foot, his smooth, botoxed face tight and
strained. Snow’s smile fled.
This was it.
“I’m sorry, Snow.”
She tensed, waiting for his move, but he just stood there,
hands buried deep in the pockets of his parka.
“Sorry for what?” Her voice came out tight and reedy. She
braced for action. She knew the drill, Elena had rotten taste in
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“Sorry about all this.” He apologized again. “If I had a choice
I’d do it differently, but you know Elena.”
A heavy weight balled inside Snow’s chest. She knew her
stepmother, oh too well. “What does Elena have to do with
Ron ignored her question, shifted his weight from foot to
foot. “I wouldn’t do it, but I need her. I haven’t had a decent
part in ten years. Once you get older, no one wants a blond
Even Elena wouldn’t send him here to hit on his stepdaughter.
Snow’s stepmother was a narcissistic bitch, she’d treated her
step-daughter terribly. But they only had one month left of each
other’s company then Snow would never see her again. Was this
her sick way of saying goodbye?
“It’s that pre-nup.” Ron pulled a pistol out from his coat
Snow’s mouth dropped open.
“She holds all the cards. I walk away with nothing.” He
waved the gun.
“What are you doing Ron?” She needed to think, to plan.
Stuck between the drop-off and a gun, the only place left to run
was straight up the mountain, deeper into the woods.
He lifted the pistol. “Goodbye, Snow.”
The black hole of the barrel sucked her vision in, and she
couldn’t move. Trapped, as the gun wavered up and down, until
it finally leveled it out at her chest.
“I wish there were another way. Sorry babe.”
“Ron!” she finally wheezed out of tension tight lungs.
Ron squeezed his eyes shut.
Snow could make out every line on his face, the slight droop
to the corner of his eye, the trace of whiskers on his cheeks. His
black-gloved finger tightened on the trigger.
In celebration of the release I’ll be giving away an e-copy to one lucky commenter, so leave a comment and let me know what you think about the excerpt, the blurb or the cover.
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