Omega's Destiny Cover Reveal and MS Monday!
It's finally here! The cover for the next book in the Lost Wolves series, Omega's Destiny. I'm thinking a black bar for the series title wasn't the best idea now, but I can't change it. Or, I can, but I'm too lazy.
Behold! Oh, and Sasha has violet eyes because he's magic. And sort of crazy (in a sexy crazy way), but that's because of the magic. Mostly. . . .
Behold! Oh, and Sasha has violet eyes because he's magic. And sort of crazy (in a sexy crazy way), but that's because of the magic. Mostly. . . .
And since everyone has waited so patiently, here's a little snippet from the book. So many feels! Enjoy! (Note: it's only lightly edited, which means it could change).
Maxim let
out a great huff of disgust, which upset the undergrowth, and his wolf form molded
back into a man. He stood naked under the trees. Goose bumps rose across his
flesh in the cool night air, and the soft earth squished beneath his feet. Any
other shifter would take a primal joy in this situation, but Maxim no longer
knew if such a thing existed.
Joy? Faugh!
His kingdom
was held together by a mysterious force he couldn’t comprehend. Sasha. Again.
If he
thought Yue might give him answers, he’d have prayed for them. As it were, he
watched her light filter through the trees and heard the telltale crack of a
branch under a foot.
Maxim spun
around and met the shining eyes of a man in shadow. A cloak of darkness as deep
as that in his own castle dungeon hung there. The only light came from the
pricks in the man’s eyes, glowing with a soft silvery light, and the glint of a
knife.
A knife!
Damn!
Maxim moved
before the shadow could attack. He surged forward and came into contact with – nothing
but air! As he reached the assailant, the shadow man dissipated, like wisps of
smoke.
Someone
chuckled.
It sounded
more musical – alive – than it had
any right to be. It reminded him of the apple, that sweet mouth (that always
took and gave with equal fervor), and so
many things he wished his treacherous brain would forget.
“Sorry! I
couldn’t help myself. You looked so pensive, and I wanted to liven up the
moment. It’s been a long time.”
He knew that voice. Knew it like he knew
his own face. The words might’ve been a silver knife soaked in wolf’s bane, for
they slashed as deeply and hurt as badly as any he’d ever known.
Maxim turned.
Violet eyes
glinted in the darkness. The hint of fangs shone there in a Cheshire grin. “Naked
again, Max. I thought it’d take more than this to get you to take your clothes
off after everything that happened.”
If this
happened years before, Maxim’s shoulders would’ve slumped in defeat. Perhaps
the barest spark of hope would’ve told him everything could go back to how it’d
been before they both so thoroughly destroyed it.
Destroyed each other.
Fortunately,
his mind had been cured of such idiocy. Pain and loss had a way of doing that
to a wolf.
Maxim
ignored the dull throb in his chest – the sense of recognition he never thought
he’d feel again. The urge to kiss that mouth and hold Sasha in his arms until they
both turned to dust. It sputtered for a moment and faded just as quickly. The
bubbling rage surged through his veins and overwhelmed it.
He narrowed
his eyes. “Sasha.”
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