SHIFTER
WOODS: SNARL by NICOLA M. CAMERON
Hello, and thanks so much for
having me on today! Shifter Woods: Snarl
is the third entry in my Esposito County Shifters series and takes place a few
weeks after the events of Shifter Woods: Howl
and Shifter Woods: Roar. In this story, we meet disgraced
wolf Alpha and ex-SEAL Jack Hawthorne, who shows up in Esposito County hoping
to get a job with a former commanding officer. The last thing he expects to
find is his mate ... or to learn that Kate Chandler is the daughter of his
former commander, has no sense of smell, and isn’t interested in being mated.
Jack will need all of his SEAL endurance skills to woo and win his
mate—assuming that the Alpha of Esposito County’s wolf pack lets him stay at
all.
The fourth entry, Shifter Woods: Scream, will come out in late
October, with plans to combine all four novellas into a box set and print
version in January 2019. I also plan on doing a full-length novel set in
Esposito County – not sure which couple is going to star in it yet, but I
promise that everyone from the Shifter Woods novellas will make an appearance.
Paranormal Romance, Shifter
Romance
Word Count: 31,000
Series: Esposito County
Shifters (Book 3)
Heat Level 4
Published by Belaurient Press
ASIN: B07H2YFLY2
Can a lone wolf woo and win his very own kitty girl, or will
he get turned into cougar chow?
Jack Hawthorne is an Alpha wolf shifter and former SEAL who
lost the leadership of his pack while serving his country. Kate Chandler is a
cougar shifter with no sense of smell and a deep-seated distrust of fated
mates. When these two are thrown together at the Cougar Ridge Ski Resort in
Esposito County, NM, Jack realizes that the sharp-witted, beautiful female is
his heart’s mate. But her injury means she can’t smell the truth, and her
father (and Jack’s former commanding officer) has made it clear that Kate is
off limits.
Now, Jack has to convince Kate that they’re meant for each
other, win her father’s approval, and convince the local wolf pack to accept
him. But as every SEAL knows, the only easy day was yesterday.
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Read an EXCERPT
Kate arched her back, pressing a
lace-encased breast against his hand. “I seem to remember you saying something
about SEALs only needing one hand for bra hooks. Want to prove it?”
Jack’s grin could only be called
predatory. He slid a hand under her spine, the pressure of her bra band easing
as he undid the hooks. “Less than five seconds,” he said smugly. “That’s a new
personal best.”
“I’m impressed.”
He rested his hand on her ribcage, thumb
and index finger cupping the underside of her breast. “Oh, trust me, I can do
more than that.” Bending down, he took the fabric of her bra in his teeth and
tugged it loose, exposing her. “Woof,” he mumbled through the material before
spitting it over the side of the bed.
She chortled. “You animal.”
“Guilty as charged. God, you’re
gorgeous.”
Leaning down again, he ran the tip of
his tongue over one dark pink peak, delicately flicking it. It hardened, the
pleasure arrowing between her legs and making her inner muscles clench.
“Ooooh.”
“You liked that?”
“Oh, yeah. Do it again.”
He did, licking and suckling while his
fingers teased the other nipple, rolling it before giving it a soft pinch. She
melted into a happy puddle under his talented attentions, feeling his own
arousal growing as the ridge in his jeans pressed against her lower thigh.
Sliding her fingers into his hair, she gently scratched his scalp before
slipping down further and touching his ears. She heard/felt the rumble of
pleasure as she ran a fingertip over the curve of one ear. “These are so cute.
I bet your team nickname was Wolfman.”
He let a nipple pop out of his mouth,
the air cooling it quickly. “No bet. They’re round, but the cartilage never
folded over completely so they look pointed from some angles.”
She repeated her caress and was rewarded
with a soft hiss. “They’re also sensitive.”
“Yeah, they are—Kate.” Her name ended on
a gasp as she traced the edge of the soft cartilage. “Baby, you keep doing that
and I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
“So don’t be. Give it all to me. I want
it.”
He leaned up, capturing her mouth in
another of those lush, greedy kisses. “I’ll give it to you, everything you
want,” he said against her lips. “But let me enjoy this, okay? I’ve been
dreaming of you since the day I saw you.”
She made a wordless noise of agreement.
He returned to her breasts, giving both her nipples the slightest teasing bite
before kissing his way down her stomach, her navel, until he reached the
waistband of her jeans. “Permission to take these off, ma’am?”
She stroked his hair again, enjoying the
softness of it. “Granted.”
He made quick work of the button and fly
zipper, sliding the tight denim down and stripping it off her legs. She was
grateful she’d worn the matching panties to the bra, a pretty bikini style with
lace around the edges. He sat back on his knees, licking his lips. “Fuck. Blue
lace. That’s my favorite, baby.”
She shifted one leg, opening her thighs
in unmistakable invitation. “You haven’t even seen the best bit yet.”
Even in the room’s dim light his smile
glowed. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a cocktease, Ms. Chandler?”
“Mm, it may have been mentioned once or
twice.”
He slid his fingers under the blue
satin, sending a shiver of anticipation across her hips as he slowly pulled her
panties down, tossing them to the floor alongside her bra and jeans. The
coolness of the air chilled the hot, damp flesh between her legs, and she
sucked in a shuddering breath when he ran his fingertips over her outer lips.
Bringing his hand up, he sniffed it with delight. “Oh, yeah. You smell so
good.”
In any other situation the reminder of
her disability would sting, but now all she could feel was a wriggling sort of
glee. “What do I smell like?”
He inhaled her essence on his fingers
again. “Like salt mixed with something tangy and sweet. I’ll be honest, it’s
making my mouth water.”
She rubbed her foot along his side.
“Well, if it smells that good…”
Growling softly, he slid down between
her thighs, wedging them open with his shoulders.
BIO
Nicola Cameron is a married woman of a
certain age who really likes writing about science fiction, fantasy, and sex.
When not writing about those things, she likes to make Stuff™. And she may be
rather fond of absinthe.
While possessing a healthy interest in romance
since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to write about it. The
skills picked up during her SF writing career transferred quite nicely to
speculative romance. Her To Be Written work queue currently stands at around
nineteen books, and her mojito-sodden Muse swans in from Bali every so often to
add to the list, cackling to herself all the while.
Nicola plans to continue writing until
she drops dead over her keyboard or makes enough money to buy a private island
and hire Rory McCann as her personal trainer/masseur, whichever comes first.
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