Hello everyone! =D I've got another fun blog post for you today! As promised, I said when we hit 100 reviews of Pack Violet Shadow, I would post the first chapter for Pack Obsidian Gold.
If you're not familiar with these books, this is a new adult/werewolves/vampires/reverse harem (one girl with seven alpha males as her love interests) series called The Seven Mates of Zara Wolf. The first two books are FREE to read with Kindle Unlimited, and book three is up for preorder with a December 31st release day (I'm doing a double release with Tate James' new book The Tiger's Ambush--eek!).
If you haven't read this series, I highly recommend it as it's one of my all-time favorites--right up there with Groupie, Real Ugly, and Tasting Never. Give it a shot and let me know what you think! And for everyone who left a review on either Pack Ebon Red or Pack Violet Shadow--thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I hope you enjoy this sneak-peek!
BOOK 1: books2read.com/packebonred
BOOK 2: books2read.com/packvioletshadow
BOOK 3: books2read.com/packobsidiangold
PACK OBSIDIAN GOLD
(The Seven Mates of Zara Wolf #3)
A werewolf pack is only as strong as its weakest link and ours … ours is a traitor.
The only people I can trust now are my mates, the seven alpha males I call my own.
Allies and enemies wear the same skins: witches, demons, faeries, vampires … werewolves.
It's impossible to tell what's hiding beneath the carefully crafted facades, the sinful slashes of smiling lips.
Magic died in our people long ago; today, it blinks sleepy eyes and wakes up.
Ancient gods raise their heads, spirits once thought to be whispers of myth, urge us to fight. They give us the power to defend ourselves from those who would take our magic as their own.
This war we're fighting, it started with a seed of hate centuries ago.
Now, it's here, and the fates are unwavering in their predictions—the White Wolf heralds the start of a new era for my people … or the violent thrash of their downfall.
My men and I, we'll defend ourselves with love and magic … or die trying.
Waking up with seven boyfriends sprawled across my lap, I was both elated ... and amused. There were feet and hands, faces and ... cocks all over the place. It was hard for me to say which of my alpha males went with each body part.
Carefully, so as not to wake them up, I moved a leg here, an arm there, and carefully crawled from the pile with a small groan of disappointment. Lying in bed with the mixed scents of the packs, the musky scent of werewolf, and the pungent reek of our earth magic was ... well, it was heaven.
"Had about enough of that, huh?" Silas asked from the end of the bed, smoking a vape pen--basically a cigarette without the smoke, just steam--and looking sexy as hell dressed in ink and nothing else. His wolf and tiger tattoos watched me as I climbed off the end of the bed and looked over at him. Sitting like that, with an elbow on one knee, blowing smoke from his beautiful lips, the morning sunshine catching on his scars, it was hard to remember that I had a meeting with my grandmother planned for later that day.
No, staring at Silas Vetter like that, the only thing that seemed to register in my wolfy brain was how much I wanted to mate with him.
Not make love to or sleep with or even fuck, just mate.
I needed to make a girl's date with Faith to get my head in order. As soon as my best friend's name came up in my head, I started to think of her mother Diya, and the way she'd risen from the dead as a revenant, a broken body with an attached soul that was most decidedly not hers, just some awful clinging entity looking for a free ride.
"Oh, no, I liked it," I said and he smirked. "Warm, comforting ..."
"Lots of penises for the picking?" Silas added and I laughed, shaking my head as I opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out a tank top and a pair of pajama pants. Being naked was fine and dandy, and it didn't bother me, but my plan was to make some coffee and sit on the porch so I could talk to Faith for a bit.
Normally, any day that was a school day was fair game for us to hang out, since I'd be on campus anyway. But tomorrow hadn't even happened yet, and it was already shaping up to be a doozy.
Julian was supposed to deliver his message ... and whether it came or not, it'd be bad news. That much I knew for certain.
"Good point," I said as I dressed myself and Silas watched. Somehow, the act of getting dressed in front of him was more intense than simply being naked, like I was acknowledging the fact that there was something I wanted to cover up. There wasn't. It just ... made it more apparent that sexual tension hung heavy in the air between us, even after last night. "Coffee?" I asked and Silas grinned.
"I was trying this stupid thing out inside, so I didn't kill you all with