Welcome to part 2 of the Author Blitz and giveaway from Lyrical Press. We’ll continue on with our third author!
When life hands you wolves, howl.
The alpha wolf in Zalin’s pack is slowing going insane, which is tough enough to contend with, but the guy is gunning for the woman Zalin loves–the rancher’s daughter who saved his hide. He’s torn between taking off to avoid a confrontation with the Alpha, and sticking around to protect Lucia. Opening his heart to her is not an option– he’s had enough rejection to last a lifetime.
Lucia is fascinated by the “wolf” she saved–at the time unaware he was more than a canine. Zalin seems out to save her from his Alpha, but she wants more than protection from him. When spilled family secrets make her doubt everything she knows, she turns to Zalin for stability, only to learn he’s planning to leave.
Will Zalin desert the one he loves when she needs him most, or will he howl a challenge on her behalf?
“Zalin, make me forget,” she whispered, sliding her hands all over him. “Touch me. Please.”
Yeah, he would, but not before he could trust himself with her. She needed gentle, not rough, and he wanted to show her he wasn’t a mindless animal. Even kissing her was too much right now, and –Zalin froze.
“What?” Alarm flickered in her eyes.
“I can’t.” Realization hit like a sledgehammer in his gut. There was a box of condoms in the nightstand. It had been there, untouched, for at least two years. He’d never thought of replacing it.
“Why not?” Lucia tightened her fingers and his eyes rolled back in his head. “You want to.”
Zalin closed his hand around hers, making her stroke him. Just once, and everything sharpened to pinpoint clarity. He moaned, wanting to die, right there, with her hand on him. His heart threatened to bash through his ribcage, it beat so hard. In a last ditch effort to hang on to his sanity, he reached over and dragged the box out of the drawer. “Please tell me they are not out of date.”
“Out of– What?” Lucia grabbed the box and he could hear her pull it open. “When did you get them?”
“A year and a half, maybe two years ago.” The look of surprise on her face made him smile.
She studied the foil packet she’d pulled out and sighed. “They’re expired.”
Zalin let his head drop on the pillow and groaned. “Kill me now.”
Lucia started to laugh and crawled on top of him. “You’re a lucky man. I won’t have to.”
“That’s what you think.”
She pressed a kiss to his chin. “I’ll be right back.”
Silke grew up in Germany and is used to things going bump in the night — and it wasn’t always the acrophobic cat, or someone hitting their head on a low beam on the ceiling.
She writes paranormal romance, usually at night, and blames Anne Stuart to this day for all her ambitions and strange stories, after reading one of her books.
These days the only thing going bump at “oh-dark-thirty” is her — usually when she smacks into the sofa while creeping to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
When she is not writing, you can usually find her somewhere in the Surrey countryside on the back of her Paso Fino gelding Oscuro.
I’d like to thank the Lyrical authors for sharing with us today. Remember, if you are interested in getting a copy of all three books, be sure to leave a comment!