The Story Behind the Story: CODE WOLF by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

Hello there. Welcome, everyone. I hope you’ll join me this evening in celebrating the release of my 33rd book = CODE WOLF = from Nocturne and add a bit of sparkly early holiday cheer to my day. This is a heart-breaking time for me since the Nocturne line I’ve loved writing for will end next month, for good. CODE WOLF’s book birthday is an extra-special celebration for me because it’s the end of an era for that line... but of course not the end of these books for me.

Yay.

With my Wolf Moons series for the Nocturne line of paranormal romances, I’ve had werewolves in Miami, South Dakota, Colorado, and Washington. Sexy, hunky guys who hold down regular jobs and can fit in well with good old humans, and beautiful, feisty females who hold their own… until there’s a full moon overhead. And then they become even sexier and more dangerous than ever.

CODE WOLF was created to honor several reader requests I had received after my book Immortal Redeemed was released. In that former book, a Seattle detective that was also the alpha of a fierce crime-fighting werewolf pack was a side character that readers (and me) fell for. But Detective Derek Miller didn’t get the girl in that book because he wasn’t the main male character. Readers both loved and felt sorry for Det. Miller, and wanted his story. They wanted me to find the right girl for him and asked me to write about it. My editor at Nocturne agreed, and well…

Here it is.

Along with a big thank-you to the readers who suggested this.

The blurb Nocturne gave the books was this:

A Were’s forbidden desire tests the limits of loyalty.When Seattle detective and alpha werewolf Derek Miller meets Riley Price, the bond is instant. Feral. Their connection entails enormous risk, for he must keep the existence of his kind secret at all costs. But the forces of darkness have Riley in their sights. Now Derek must choose between the Were code of silence and saving the woman who’s set him on fire.

CODE is the key word here.

Code of silence about the existence of werewolves.

Code of silence and ethics regarding Were/Human interaction.

And then there’s -

Code Wolf - The call that goes out to the Seattle Were packs when trouble is brewing and Were strength is needed to fight for justice and the secrets that others, like them, have to maintain.

There are criminals in Seattle, and then there are nasty nests of vampires in the shadows that prey on humans. “Code Wolf” calls the Weres who keep humans from finding out what other kinds of creatures share their space, and the brave Weres who answer the call do their best to keep the ugly shadows at bay.

Detective Derek Miller is the kind of man we all would love to find in our lives. He’s also quite a bit more. So I introduced him to psychologist Riley Price, a woman who howls at the moon for fun, but soon finds out what hides among that Seattle’s shadows. Let me just right now say that Riley is perfect for Derek, rocks his world, holds her own, and that Derek is captured by her spirit from the get-go.

Don’t you just love sparks?

Danger?

Intrigue?

And when two people find each other amid the chaos?

Code Wolf, like all of my other books, was a labor of love. I didn’t want it to end, but had to let those characters go to live their own lives.

So I hope you’ll read this book, and love it, too.

Maybe my werewolves will capture you when that big moon shines.

I sure hope so.

Cheers for now…

Thanks for being here.

Linda

Code Wolf
by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom
November 1, 2018
304 pages
Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne
A Were’s forbidden desire tests the limits of loyalty

When Seattle detective and alpha werewolf Derek Miller meets Riley Price, the bond is instant. Feral. Their connection entails enormous risk, for he must keep the existence of his kind secret at all costs. But the forces of darkness have Riley in their sights. Now Derek must choose between the Were code of silence and saving the woman who’s set him on fire.

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Linda is the author of contemporary, paranormal romance, and urban fantasy books for Kensington, Amazon Montlake, GothicScapes, Harlequin Nocturne, and Harlequin Desire. She currently has 30 stories that trespass into the supernatural realm, with a ton of ideas for more.

Book Review: Rescued by the Wolf (Wahyas of Walker’s Run Series Book Two) by Kristal Hollis + Giveaway

Rescued by the Wolf (Wahyas of Walker’s Run Series Book Two)
by Kristal Hollis
March 1, 2017
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne
ISBN: 0373139837
ASIN: B01JBQ3HQW
Number of pages: 304
Word Count: 74,000
She’s not afraid to run with his wolf.

When a poacher killed his mate, Rafe Wyatt lost his future. While the Wahyas of Walker's Run have been pulling him back from the brink, he's certain he won't have another chance at love. That is, until Grace comes to town.

Grace Olsen is a woman without roots. That's exactly how she likes it, until a sojourn in a small, close-knit Appalachian community gives her a new vision of what home could be—and so does Rafe. He was supposed to be nothing more than a casual lover, just as wary of commitment as she is. When their raw attraction becomes something deeper, more complex, they could be looking at a new future together. But someone close to them both would rather see Grace dead than let her be with the man—and the wolf—she's grown to love.

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Sometimes, for whatever reason, a book just does not grab me. The writing may be fine and the story itself is done right. But, alas, I just can't get into it. This one was very sadly one of those for me.

In saying that however, I really do not want it to take away from the author. She does a good job with putting all the story pieces into place, the grammar was on point. No spelling issues. The characters were all decent seemingly hashed out folks. Something though just didn't connect for me and in saying that, it would be hard to really nail down why. So I am going to say; please read some other reviews. Check out what Amazon readers are saying, Goodreads.

Just know that even though this one was not for ME, it very well might be just the right fit for you!

Excerpt:

“Rafe, wake up!”

He didn’t move, snort, or otherwise acknowledge her presence.

Grace eased off the Murphy bed, slid her feet into pink slippers, maneuvered between the coffee table and couch, and reached over Rafe to the alarm clock balanced on the top frame of the couch, the LED face flipped so that the time flashed into the cushion instead of into the room.

In a sudden whirl, she slammed onto the couch seat cushions. Rafe’s steely fingers clamped around her wrists, pinning them over her head. She stared into icy, cobalt blue eyes that would’ve stolen her breath if she hadn’t lost all air when he plastered his hard, hot body onto hers.

The short crop of his auburn hair stuck out in different directions. A pillow crease cut across one high cheekbone and dipped into the reddish stubble dusting his strong jaw. His firm, full lips would look much more kissable if he smiled.

Squared shoulders rose above a sculpted chest swirled with soft tufts of hair, and a quarter-sized scar marred the taut, tan skin over his right ribs.

Her gaze slid over the ripples of his abs and the sharp indents of his hips. She couldn’t follow the treasure line that arrowed down from his belly button because he was lodged intimately against her pelvis.

A giddy heat rushed her body and struck her with the acute awareness of a virile man in his prime.

“Never sneak up on me, Grace.” Rafe’s laser-intense eyes burned holes straight through her body. “It’s dangerous.”

No doubt.

From his deeply etched scowl to his silent, panther-like movements, she needed no further warnings. He was dangerous on all levels.

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Rafe sat on the couch in the living area of the suite, opened the fast food bag and methodically set three wrapped sandwiches, an extra-large order of fries, napkins and a plastic spoon on the small round table.

“How you can eat like that and not have an ounce of fat?” She knew he didn’t because she’d seen every inch of him.

“I run almost every night.” Rafe unwrapped the first sandwich, wadded the paper and dropped it in the bag.

“You don’t look like a runner. They’re usually lean and lanky.” Grace pulled a bottle of water from the small in-room refrigerator and placed it on the table for Rafe. “You’re thicker, more solid.”

Elbows on his knees, holding the sandwich in front of his face, he took a giant bite, chewed slowly and swallowed. “You think I’m dense and slow?” His gaze lifted to her with a challenge in his eyes.

“No.” She joined him on the couch. “Think of greyhounds and rottweilers. Greyhounds are sleek, elegant and fast. Rottweilers are—”

“Blocky and stout?”

Neither of which described Rafe.

“I was going for strong and durable.” She picked up the spoon and shoveled a big scoop of delicious, soft, vanilla ice cream drowning in hot fudge into her mouth.

Her entire body cheered.

“I could give a greyhound a run for its life.”

“Keep eating junk and you won’t.”

Eying the sundae in her hand, he halted before taking another bite of his sandwich. “Who’s the pot and who’s the kettle in this conversation?”

“Hey. This is my only vice.” She savored another bite. “Ummmm.”

“What about coffee?”

“Isn’t a vice. Coffee is as essential as oxygen.”

“If you stopped breathing, which would you rather have, mouth-to-mouth resuscitation or a cup of coffee poured down your throat?” Rafe’s gaze lingered on her mouth.

Her lips tingled. She gave her spoon a slow, sensual lick. “Depends on who’s providing the rescue breathing.”

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Book Review: Awakened by the Wolf by Kristal Hollis

Awakened by the Wolf
by Kristal Hollis
June 1st 2016
by Harlequin Nocturne
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Who's been sleeping in the Alpha's bed?

Exiled from his pack by his father, Brice Walker has secretly come home to visit his ailing grandmother only to discover a human and very desirable female sleeping in his bed. Their attraction is instant. But his new bed buddy seems determined to resist his Southern charm and Alpha allure. 

For Brice, fiercely independent Cassie not only represents a chance to build a new life in Walker's Run but is also his one true mate. Cassie's reluctance dissolves when a rogue shifter kidnaps her, and now she and Brice must work together to save his pack. But once she witnesses the savagery of wolfan justice, can Cassie accept Brice as man, beast and her true love?

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This book should come with a warning label: "Characters in the book are not necessarily as encountered in real life"! If there were such a thing as "IONM" (International Organization of Normal Men) I am sure they would be boycotting this author. How in the world any normal male could live up to the bar that Brice sets in the story is beyond me but if he could be cloned the author would never have to write another word! Sinful, sinful, sinfully good.

In traditional Harlequin style this story brings you in, builds you up, drags you along and keeps your mouth watering for more. I could take reading about this couple in a few more sequels. Passionate, caring, romantic and delicious...my top descriptive words for the main character Brice. I'll take two please! No wait...this isn't a "male" order book is it? It's just a great love story with a paranormal twist and a "Calgon, take me away" story!

I give this 4.5 "Benji" sheep!

Jeanie G.

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“Do you ever keep that thing covered?” The huskiness in Cassie’s voice caused his thing to twitch.

“You like seeing me naked. I can see it in your eyes.” Securing the towel around his hips, Brice padded barefoot across the cold tile.

“What you see is my brain being fried from too much exposure to all your glory.”

“You think I’m glorious?” Brice unfastened her silver hair clip. Red ringlets splashed over his hands and slid through his fingers. He held fast to one curl and stroked the luxurious strands across his cheek. A thrill zipped straight down to his groin.

“That’s not what I meant.” A slight tremble parted her lips.

Brice ached for a kiss and so much more. Her taste on his tongue, her scent on his skin, her luscious legs wrapped around his hips. A deluge of erotic dreams had eroded his resolution to keep things platonic.

Cassie’s scent wove a spell of need and want that smothered reason. Helpless to resist, he slipped his arm around her waist and lowered his face to hers. She squinted and puckered her mouth, but not to receive his lips.

The unexpected rejection jolted Brice. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want this.” She gestured a between-you-and-me hand signal. “I have plans for the future and you’re not in them.”

Damn. That stung.

Even though he agreed they had no future together, he disliked hearing her say it.

“You need ground rules.” Cassie wormed out of his hold and faced him with a straight back, squared shoulders and both hands on her hips.

Her eyes slanted with censure. She pointed her jaw and scrunched her mouth like his fourth-grade teacher when he’d neglected to do his homework three days in a row. When he’d been a wolfling, the no-nonsense, better-get-your-shit-together look had mortified him into compliance. Now that he was an adult male in his prime, that look on a feisty, petite human female did something entirely different.

“I don’t like rules.” He smiled.

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After earning a degree in psychology, Kristal has enjoyed career and volunteer endeavors that have included sales, banking, social services, and animal rescue. When a family medical situation required her to take a work sabbatical, she began penning deliciously dark paranormal romances as an escape from the real-life drama. Even though the crisis passed, her passion for writing continues.

Currently, Kristal lives with her husband and two rescued dogs at the edge of the enchanted forest that inspires her stories.

Jane Godman guest post: Fae princess travel tips when visiting the mortal world (Otherworld Renegade book tour) + giveaway

What would a Fae princess pack for a trip to the mortal world?

Hello, I’m Jane Godman, author of the Otherworld Series. Otherworld is a magical realm existing just beyond mortal sight. The Otherworld Series tells the stories of the compelling heroes who fight to protect this beautiful place from the battles threatening to tear it apart.

In my latest release, Otherworld Renegade, Tanzi, a Fae princess, is forced to flee her Otherworld home and travel to the mortal realm. In hindsight, there are a few things she could have done to prepare for the journey. This is her advice for all any other Fae princesses out there who might be planning a similar trip in the near future.

1. Take flat shoes. I didn’t, and it was the biggest mistake I could have made! I had to leave Otherworld in a desperate hurry, of course, which didn’t help. In fact, I was dressed for a state dinner with the heads of all the Otherworld dynasties. The designer heels I was wearing when I left the palace that had been my home for my entire life might have been pretty, but, believe me, they were not the sort of thing you want to wear when you are fleeing for your life. My advice? Comfortable flats or sneakers. The sort of thing you can run in.

2. Take your favorite products with you. Mortals know nothing about getting zombie entrails out of your hair. You’d think they’d never been in that situation. My hairdresser would die if he knew what I had to do. I ended up washing all the zombie gunk out in a lake! The situation did have its compensations. I had to ask Lorcan Malone for help and he is very easy on the eye.

3. Find out something about the geography of the mortal realm before you go. Who knew it was such a big place? I used the portal that took me direct to a city called Barcelona. I was looking for a man called Lorcan Malone because he said he’d help me if ever I needed him. When I started asking people if they knew him, they all looked at me as if I was mad. Turns out there are about one and a half million people living there! Plus any number of tourists. And I was looking for one man in that vast crowd. No wonder I struggled to find him.

4. Do your research into mortal etiquette. They have these things called “manners” and they really like them. They like waiting in lines. They call it a “queue” and they get really mad if you go in front of them. They start talking about “taking turns” and stuff like that.

5. Mortals don’t always mean what they say. Swing a cat? If they say that, take my advice and don’t do it. It doesn’t go down well. Turns out they’re actually quite fond of felines.

6. Mortal food is okay. But remember the fae rule… if you share food with a mortal, they belong to you. They have a lot of food that is designed for sharing. Pizza, fries, chips. You really don’t want to claim most of these people, so just be careful about the food sharing rule. It could land you in a lot of trouble! Of course, it can be useful as well. If you see someone you want, you can make them yours without them knowing! Proceed with caution, that’s my advice about all things mortal.

I hope that was a useful introduction to the mortal realm for anyone considering a visit. The key is to plan in advance and be prepared (unlike me!). Mortals are a strange lot, but a visit to their world can be rewarding. Have fun!

Otherworld Renegade (Otherworld Series Book Two) 
by Jane Godman
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne
May 1st 2016
ISBN: 9780373009695
ASIN: B015CJXYMO
Number of pages: 304
Word Count: 80 000
Cover Artist: Harlequin
Claiming her felt like his destiny…but could prove to be his ultimate undoing.

Desperate to flee a horrific arranged marriage, Princess Tanzi turned to the only man who could help. Lorcan Malone, infamous necromancer, had vowed to come to her aid whenever she needed him. And even as they traveled from the mortal world into the fantastical Otherworld, Tanzi knew her true need ran deeper than just a rescue.

She was his enemy's daughter. A renegade like Lorcan had no business craving a Fae princess, one intended for a greater calling. Yet he was powerless to resist the pull to do more than protect Tanzi…

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“Trust me, Tanzi. If you need me, I will know.”

Those words, spoken by Lorcan Malone in the heat of battle, must have been a bit of Irish blarney. He probably didn’t even remember who she was, let alone recall their strange encounter on that fateful day. So why, in this moment—when she was in more trouble than she could ever have imagined possible—was she suddenly experiencing a fierce longing for the bad-boy necromancer with the twinkling blue eyes?

It’s called clutching at straws, she told herself. It’s what you’re doing right now instead of facing reality and finding your own way out of this madness.

“What are you thinking, my daughter?” Moncoya, exiled King of the Faeries, watched her face.

“I’m thinking that defeat has unhinged you. That you have finally done what others have whispered of for years and taken leave of your senses.” Never before had Tanzi spoken so boldly to him. Defiance was the trait her twin sister, Vashti, proudly exhibited. Tanzi had always been the acquiescent one. Until now. There were some things she could not bow down and agree to. This was one of them.

Moncoya’s perfect features hardened with fury. His blue eyes, so like her own with their sidhe ring of fire encircling the iris, lit with a brighter inner blaze. His fingers tightened on the arm of his chair so that his knuckles gleamed white in stark contrast to the black polish that decorated his perfectly manicured nails. Tanzi braced herself. His retribution would be swift and merciless. She couldn’t hope to match him in strength, but she might be able to outrun him.

The outcome hung in the balance for seconds that stretched into minutes. Then Moncoya laughed. It was a brittle, mirthless sound that set Tanzi’s teeth buzzing. She knew that laugh well. It had never boded well in her childhood. She didn’t imagine things had changed. Unexpectedly, he relaxed back into his seat.

“My child, you are overwhelmed by the honor I have arranged for you. I should have foreseen this.” He rose, draping a deceptively casual arm about her shoulders. “Walk with me a while.”

They stepped through a set of double doors straight onto a sand-and-shingle beach. The entire island, known locally as the Silver Isle, seemed to be made up of sand. Even the ocher-hued cliffs looked ready to crumble into grit at the touch of a fingertip. Ferns, wild fennel and coarse bamboo grasses clung determinedly to soil that was a combination of granule and dust. Tanzi thought of her father’s palace, of the precisely laid-out gardens leading down to the elegant lake. She glanced back over her shoulder at the beachside villa they had just left. Sea breezes and salt water had taken their toll on its elegance so that it had a faded charm she doubted her father would acknowledge. In comparison with the soaring, white marble palace she had called “home” for all her life, it was a shack. Moncoya was as out of place here as a diamond in a dung heap.

“You made sure no one followed you?” Moncoya withdrew his arm from about her shoulders as they walked along the water’s edge. Secrecy surrounded this hiding place. If he was discovered, he faced trial and inevitable execution.

“Of course.” Tanzi was offended at the question. Would he have asked Vashti the same thing? She doubted it. Yet we both trained with the Valkyrie. We are equally astute when it comes to warfare and subterfuge. It came back to the same weary argument. The same reason Tanzi had been summoned to be the recipient of his latest piece of “good news” instead of her twin. Moncoya viewed Vashti as the son he had never had. Tanzi’s only value to her father was as a pawn in the marriage stakes. Not this marriage, father. The sacrifice you are asking of me is too great.

“Tell me what has been happening at the palace in my absence.” Three months had passed since the cataclysmic battle that had forced Moncoya into hiding. It felt like three years.

“There is a peacekeeping council known as the Alliance in place. Each of the Otherworld dynasties has representation on it. The Alliance itself is led by Merlin Caledonius.”

Moncoya’s expression hardened further at the name. “That half-blood cur will pay dearly for his part in this.”

Merlin, the greatest sorcerer the world had ever known, was Moncoya’s half brother and the man who had brought about his exile. Cal, as he preferred to be called these days, had widened the existing gulf of hatred between the two men further by falling in love with and marrying the woman Moncoya had hoped to make his queen.

Tanzi paused, looking out across the turquoise waters toward the horizon. She drew a deep breath. “My father, you wrong him. He is man of conscience who is doing a fine job of uniting the dynasties…” Moncoya’s growl of rage told her she had gone too far.

“Am I, the greatest leader Otherworld has ever known, to be forced into hiding while he lives in luxury in my royal palace? Am I to endure the knowledge that he has stolen the necromancer star, the woman I chose as my own, from under my nose? Must I kick my heels in this backwater while you, my own daughter, take the seat that should be mine at this pathetic council table—” He broke off, his voice ragged. When he spoke again, his tone was softer, the words a caress. “But you know nothing of these things, my child. It is wrong of these men to ask you to involve yourself in their political machinations. They seek to trick you.”

Tanzi bit her lip. How could she explain it to him when he insisted on viewing her as a helpless dupe? Being part of the Alliance had brought her new life. Oh, she had been regarded with suspicion initially by many of the council members. She was Moncoya’s daughter, after all. They saw her as the spoiled brat sidhe princess who had been his consort—his puppet—in the past. Together with Vashti, she had blindly carried out his wishes. But things had changed three months ago on that battlefield. She had changed.

A pair of laughing Irish eyes came into her mind once more and she determinedly dismissed them. Cal and his wife, Stella, treated her as their equal, and with their help she was learning how to be the voice and conscience of her people. She was developing an understanding of compassion and democracy. Tanzi cast a sidelong glance at her father. She was learning that there was a way to rule other than Moncoya’s iron-fisted style.

“Let us leave this talk of the mongrel sorcerer for another day. I look forward to dealing with him when the time comes. This marriage I have arranged for you is the highest distinction ever to be bestowed upon a woman. Through this union, I will not only be able to come out of this undignified hiding and return to my palace, I will be the undisputed ruler of all Otherworld.” Moncoya’s lips thinned into a smile. “There will be no need for their puny Alliance when that day dawns.”

“And what of me, Father? While you become all powerful, what will I become?”

He paused then, perhaps considering for the first time the true implications of what he was asking of her. Such was his arrogance, she might have known he would not allow her feelings to influence him for long. “You will be revered above all others.”

She shook her head. “I will not do it.”

His face was set. The silken note in his voice made the threat even more menacing. “You have no choice.”

“By all the angels, Father, you cannot intend to force me into this!”

Moncoya’s lips smiled but Tanzi’s heart quailed at the look in his eyes. “Given the bridegroom I have chosen for you, might I suggest you refrain from speaking of angels in the future?”

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Jane lives in England and loves to travel to European cities, which are steeped in history and romance—Venice, Dubrovnik and Vienna are among her favorites. Jane is married to a lovely man and is mom to two grown-up children.

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Guest Post with Linda Thomas-Sundstrom: Immortal Redeemed Book Tour + giveaway

Meet Galahad (that legendary guy) in our century, on a Harley, instead of a steed !

Hello Sheepsters… Happy April Fool’s Day, and thanks a lot for joining me to celebrate my 28th book’s birthday today. Whoo-hoo. I mean, who doesn’t love a birthday? (Let’s have cake!)

For this birthday, I’d like to introduce you to “Immortal Redeemed,” my latest paranormal romance/ urban fantasy novel in the Blood Knight series for Nocturne. This series is really special to me because I am such a King Arthur fan.

I had no idea until recently that some of Arthur’s knights were so beautiful, as well as undefeated in battle, because they were immortal. I found out after meeting a few of them in our current century. So I’ve been writing about what they are up to now . . . these guys I thought were just legends, in tales.

Wow…

They are here. Now. Among us. Seven of them.

“Immortal Redeemed” is one of those immortal knight’s story.

My book follows Galahad (now going by the name of Kellan Ladd) as he pursues a quest of his own that brings him to the States, to Seattle.

Lucky us! Who knew?

Kellan Ladd is of the tall, strong and dreamy flavor. He is a sexy Harley-riding immortal who hasn’t forgotten the oaths he once took. A vigilante, as are the other six members of his Blood Knight brotherhood. Oaths that began with “Might for Right” in the days of old, have morphed into a promise to protect mortals from things that hide in the shadows. Now. Today. And Kellan is very good at doing so. Trust me on that.

What got my excitement fired up was finding out what happens when immortals like these guys get tired of their unending existence, and that they do. Immortals must be lonely, out of necessity, when the years and centuries pass them by. Right? Do they constantly long for the warmth of companionship they can never have? That last thought broke my heart.

How would a Blood Knight like Kellan Ladd end his long existence, if he wanted to? Is there an off-switch for just such a need as his?

Well, I found out the answer, and tell you in this book. Kellan Ladd’s story. Galahad’s story. “Immortal Redeemed.”

*Every now and then an author has a favorite story to write. I’m really excited to say that “Immortal Redeemed” is a favorite of mine. I’m thrilled that reviewers are agreeing with Top picks and many stars. Maybe Kellan’s plight strikes a chord in those of us who believe the tales and the search for meaning in our own lives. We might search for love, believing it’s out there, even if we haven’t found it yet.

I’m very happy to share “Immortal Redeemed” to you, and hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I’d love to hear from you. Really.

P.S. Blood Knights rock!

Cheers mates, for now…
Linda

Immortal Redeemed
by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom
April 1st 2016 by Nocturne
Only one woman holds the key to ending a Blood Knight's eternal life… 

Immortal Kellan Ladd has spent centuries looking for the one woman who can put an end to his immortality. But that woman has no idea of her monumental task. Or how much this rebel knight's attraction to her will complicate his mission. 

The leather-clad, Harley-riding stranger was the sexiest man McKenna Randall had ever met. From the minute they touched, she knew they were connected. Now she's about to find out just how tightly bound they are when they must go head-to-head with a nest of deadly vampires.

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Linda lives in the west, and is a teacher by day and a writer by night. She lives with her family on a ranch, and truly believes that "paranormal" is her middle name.

A fan of all things gothic, Linda writes fast-paced, atmospheric paranormal and urban fantasy romances that tweak the genre into tasty, sexy, believable fare. More than anything, she hopes you'll come along on this wild, wonderful ride with her.

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Cover Reveal: Awakened by the Wolf by Kristal Hollis + giveaway and excerpt

Awakened by the Wolf

by Kristal Hollis

Paranormal Romance, Wolves
Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne
Pages: 304
Release Date: June 1, 2016
Who's been sleeping in the Alpha's bed?

Exiled from his pack by his father, Brice Walker has secretly come home to visit his ailing grandmother only to discover a human and very desirable female sleeping in his bed. Their attraction is instant. But his new bed buddy seems determined to resist his Southern charm and Alpha allure.

For Brice, fiercely independent Cassie not only represents a chance to build a new life in Walker's Run but is also his one true mate. Cassie's reluctance dissolves when a rogue shifter kidnaps her, and now she and Brice must work together to save his pack. But once she witnesses the savagery of wolfan justice, can Cassie accept Brice as man, beast and her true love?

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Excerpt 
“Do you ever keep that thing covered?” The huskiness in Cassie’s voice caused his thing to twitch.

“You like seeing me naked. I can see it in your eyes.” Securing the towel around his hips, Brice padded barefoot across the cold tile.

“What you see is my brain being fried from too much exposure to all your glory.”

“You think I’m glorious?” Brice unfastened her silver hair clip. Red ringlets splashed over his hands and slid through his fingers. He held fast to one curl and stroked the luxurious strands across his cheek. A thrill zipped straight down to his groin.

“That’s not what I meant.” A slight tremble parted her lips.

Brice ached for a kiss and so much more. Her taste on his tongue, her scent on his skin, her luscious legs wrapped around his hips. A deluge of erotic dreams had eroded his resolution to keep things platonic.

Cassie’s scent wove a spell of need and want that smothered reason. Helpless to resist, he slipped his arm around her waist and lowered his face to hers. She squinted and puckered her mouth, but not to receive his lips.

The unexpected rejection jolted Brice. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want this.” She gestured a between-you-and-me hand signal. “I have plans for the future and you’re not in them.”

Damn. That stung.

Even though he agreed they had no future together, he disliked hearing her say it.

“You need ground rules.” Cassie wormed out of his hold and faced him with a straight back, squared shoulders and both hands on her hips.

Her eyes slanted with censure. She pointed her jaw and scrunched her mouth like his fourth-grade teacher when he’d neglected to do his homework three days in a row. When he’d been a wolfling, the no-nonsense, better-get-your-shit-together look had mortified him into compliance. Now that he was an adult male in his prime, that look on a feisty, petite human female did something entirely different.

“I don’t like rules.” He smiled.

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Southern born and bred, Kristal Hollis grew up amid cane fields and orange groves. Books fed her imagination, providing adventurous portals to ancient civilizations, medieval fiefdoms, alternate realities and futuristic worlds. Then, a friend gave her Johanna Lindsey’s FIRES OF WINTER, a historical romance which ignited a life-long love affair with romantic fiction.

After earning a degree in psychology, Kristal has enjoyed career and volunteer endeavors that have included sales, banking, social services, and animal rescue. When a family medical situation required her to take a work sabbatical, she began penning deliciously dark paranormal romances as an escape from the real-life drama. Even though the crisis passed, her passion for writing continues.

Currently, Kristal lives with her husband and two rescued dogs at the edge of the enchanted forest that inspires her stories.

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