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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Alpha Male Diner: Werewolf (Scent of Valor by Annie Nicholas) + giveaway

Peder of the Apisi Pack (Wolf shifter; pack position omega male) 
Recipe by Annie Nicholas 
Scent of Valor (Chronicles of Eorthe #2)


*A six-foot, frame chiseled by long runs in the forest and climbing the local mountains to spy on his boyhood crush. 

*Thick golden, blond hair cut short and wild with his dagger. 

*Keen forest green eyes. 

*A quick mind that has grasped the concept of reading and math in the last few months 

*A heart of an omega, the position in the wolf pack that cares for the hunters and alpha.

*Being the go to shifter for a passionate night.

Season with: 

*A childhood being abused by his old alpha. 

*Surviving a plague that had recently decimated his pack. 

*Falling in love with unattainable female hunter from a rival pack. 

*Finding out she’d been betrothed to someone else.

Mix, adding vampire slavers and a trip to a city for the first time. Stir in being shoved into the role of protector. Fold in trying to save his true love, proving to everyone including himself that a heart of a hunter beat in this omega’s chest.

Broil under direct heat whenever in proximity of this female. FlambĂ© when he finds out she’s still a virgin.

Taste Test:

Peder gripped the metal bars that separated him from Kele. They groaned under the strain but refused to bend. Helpless, he couldn’t do anything as the guards dragged her to join the other females. One by one, they led them inside the gated compound until Kele disappeared from sight. He hit the bars with the palms of his feral hands.

“Looks like we might have a mated pair.” One of the guards poked Peder in the gut hard with a long staff. “Which one is she, hunter?”

Jerking from the sharp thrust, Peder struggled to breathe. Every instinct in his body cried to break through the cage and eat the vampire’s face. It was dangerous to remain in feral form for so long. Shifters had to change to civil form often or their feral side would seek to take over. Then again, some shifters were just born feral like Sorin’s father. The somber thought cooled his fury better than a bucket of cold water. He shook his head and stated, “Not mated.” Not yet.

The other male shifters stirred around him, bumping shoulders and snarling at the cramped space.

“Listen up.” Timothy stalked around the cage, assessing them through the bars. “You will exit one at a time and be accompanied into the compound. The first one to fight dies.” He pointed to archers standing on the walls above them, arrows drawn and ready.

Peder didn’t care about escaping. He wanted inside the compound to check on Kele. No screams carried through the doorway, which gave him a small measure of hope. Shoving past the males, he made it to the door first.

Timothy eyed him. “Not you. To the back. You’ll be the last one out.”

He blinked. “Why?” Oh yeah, he had tried to attack Timothy moments ago. Why couldn’t he take his own advice and stay unnoticed? What was wrong with him? “I’ll be good. I promise.” He ducked his head and pinned his gaze to Timothy’s boots.

He snorted. “That act won’t work with me, hunter. To the back or I’ll have them dart you again.”

A growl rolled in Peder’s chest and his claws extended. By his hairy ass, he couldn’t seem to shut up. Twisting around, he went to the back of the cage and tossed himself down next to Nahuel.

“Very smooth. I like your idea of being quiet and meek.” He chuckled and elbowed his side.

Peder gave a resigned laugh. “I’m very good at giving advice. Apparently, I’m terrible at following it.” He folded his knees against his chest and rested his head against them. “I just want to make sure she’s okay, that’s all. It’s got nothing to do with dominance.”

Scent of Valor (Chronicles of Eorthe, Book 2)
by Annie Nicholas
Courage blooms in the meekest of hearts.

After spending twenty years trapped in her civil body, Kele can finally shift into feral form. By tooth and claw, she’s determined to climb the Payami pack hierarchy.

Her parents plan to mate her with a hunter from a rival pack, but her heart’s already been stolen by the most unsuitable wolf possible—Peder, an omega male. She’d gladly give him her body except he’s disappeared from her life. Maybe into the thieving arms of another female.

Peder has spent every moment of their forced separation training to be a hunter. When he hears of her arranged marriage, he fears he’s waited too long to trespass back onto Payami lands to fight for her hand—but he damned well isn’t giving up.

On his journey to confront Kele, Peder is attacked and wakes in a cage, helpless as a band of vampires attack Kele’s mating party. Separated by social standing, thrown together by tragedy, they must work together to survive. And find out if their attraction is merely puppy love, or a bond that’s stronger than time.

Warning: This book contains an omega male who’s done submitting and a hunter female who isn’t used to needing anyone to come to her rescue. Violence ensues, not for the faint of heart

About the Author:
Annie Nicholas hibernates in the rural, green mountains of Vermont where she dreams of different worlds, heroes, and heroines. When spring arrives the stories pour from her, in hopes to share them with the masses one day. Mother, daughter, wife are some of the hats she happily wears while trudging after her cubs through the hills and dales. The four seasons an inspiration and muse.

Annie Nicholas writes paranormal romance with a twist. She has courted vampires, hunted with shifters, and slain a dragon’s ego all with the might of her pen. Riding the wind of her imagination, she travels beyond the restraints of reality and shares them with anyone wanting to read her stories. Mother, daughter, and wife are some of the other hats she wears while hiking through the hills and dales of her adopted state of Vermont.

Annie writes for Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, and Lyrical Press.

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