Oh my oh my oh my! 10 Days and counting! I’m really excited to be sharing this superb collection of wolf tales with you! It was only last autumn that a handful of author friends and I got together to put out Under a Wolf Moon. We had so much fun, we reached out to more friends and Romancing the Wolf is the result of that effort. Take a sneak peek at Desiree Holt’s Heart of the Wolf (The Devora) by Desiree Holt.
Ever since she’d seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she’d had a feeling in her gut this was where
she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book
titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia
had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those
last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from
Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn’t be two books with
the exact same title.
How many times she’d been told that the legendary book had
disappeared some generations back. That book—or the book, as they always emphasized it—was rumored to hold all the
details of their pack history, all the genealogy charts of the genealogy and
history of her pack. She was well aware it had been lost for years until hints
of its reappearance popped up. It was all too much of a coincidence—the mention
of this town, Calderwood, and the presence of the author of Wolf in that place, were like beacons
leading her on her search. Not to mention the reference to the book.
If this was the place, if the book was here, she might finally reconnect with scattered members
of her pack. She wouldn’t feel so alone any more. Her entire existence she’d
had the shifter way of life and the history of the pack drilled into her, along
with the need to regain its place of importance again. She barely remembered
her parents, gone since she was very young.
Her grandparents had raised her and never let her forget her
beginnings or the key to her future.
“That garbage killed them,” her bunica—her grandmother—repeated time and time again when she asked
what happened to her mother and father. “Your father was in line to be the new
alpha. He was rebuilding the pack that had nearly been destroyed once before.
They couldn’t let that happen.”
“Why not?” she’d asked.
“It’s all about power,” her bunica said. “He had it. They wanted it.” She spat on the ground.
“To do evil. They are all evil.”
Lia was aware that hardly any members of their pack had
survived, and now they were scattered everywhere. The older ones were gone, so
it was left to her generation to do this. Her bunica had been intense and passionate in urging her on the
journey. Find the history. Find the scattered pack.
“There are so few of us left, copilel miu.” My child. The woman had gripped her hand
hard, and ordered her with practically her last breath. “You must listen to the
message. Promise me. It is now your mission.”
“I will, I will,” she had promised.
“And, Lia?” She had gripped Lia’s arm with unexpected
strength. “If you find someone, anyone, and they have the book, make sure they go all the way back to Rica. Remember that.
They called him Rica the Strong. The ruler. Anyone else is enemy.”
“We must restore the pack. Find the book. The others, the evil ones, will be searching for it, too.
It is their guide to destroying those who are left.”
Those who are left. The same message she’d heard over and
over from early childhood. The words were like a constant echo in her head.
Find the others.
And then the final message she’d left Lia with.
On this journey, you will
find your mate. The one you will bond with for life. The two of you can gather
the newest generation together before we are destroyed by the worthless
garbage. Don’t let them win. Mate and survive.
How could she even think about that when she had so much
else on her plate? Was her grandmother crazy?
In any event, she was certainly doing her best to fulfill
part of her voyage. She’d taken a leave of absence from her job as a web
designer, pulled out a chunk of her savings, and set out on her odyssey. That
had led her here. What she needed now was to find out if the book Jamie used
was the one she sought, and if the author still had it. Where she’d gotten it.
If Lia could see it and read it. Maybe it was in the library, and Lia would
have an easy time getting her hands on it. She had to find a way to ask Jamie
Volka without raising any suspicions. That’s why lunch was so important. A
casual meal, an easy discussion, and she could slip in her questions.
What if they asked her about shifters? What if she was
actually going into the field of the enemy?
Don’t be so dramatic. This
is the first lead you’ve had. Go with it.
The line finally inched forward again.
She saw Jamie glance sideways at someone, and her breath
caught in her throat. Standing to the author’s left and slightly behind her,
arms crossed and leaning casually against the wall, was the man someone had
whispered was her husband, Mike. She remembered the name from the write-up on
the author. Darkly handsome were words Lia would use to describe him. Ebony
hair, thick black eyebrows and lashes, and—
When he looked out to scan the remaining crowd, Lia could
plainly see his eyes. They were a rich golden color. Wolf color. She’d bet
every cent she had this man was a shifter. In fact, as inauspiciously as
possible, she delicately sniffed the air again. Yes! There it was! She hadn’t
imagined it. The faint aroma had to be coming from this man.
But what really stunned her was his resemblance to her
father, at least to the pictures she’d seen of the man at his age. Was it
possible he was part of her pack? A long-lost relative? Was she imagining it
because she wanted it so badly?
Now it was even more important she talk to Jamie, but she
might have to adjust her plan of action. Mike Volka might not take kindly to a
stranger poking into family history. He might see her as an enemy, especially
if she was right and he was a shifter. And there was always the chance that,
resemblance aside, he was a part of the other pack. He’d know why she was
looking for the book. He didn’t look
vicious standing up there, a protective sentinel for his wife. But appearances
could be deceiving, as the members of her pack had learned with devastating
She glanced at him again and was stunned to see him giving
her a hard stare. He lifted his head slightly, as if scenting her. Or someone.
He wouldn’t know who. She’d done her best to hide her wolf aroma with cologne,
but that didn’t always work.
“Would you like me to sign that for you?”
The musical voice pierced her thoughts and shook Lia out of
her reverie. She realized Jamie was looking up at her, a quizzical smile on her
face. Hoping she wasn’t blushing in her embarrassment, she held out her book.
“Oh, yes. Yes, I would.”
“And who should I sign it to? Is it for yourself?”
“Yes, please. To Lia.” She spelled out her name.
“That’s a beautiful name,” Jamie commented as she scrawled
on the title page.
Lia wet her bottom lip. Should she mention it was Romanian?
No, she wanted a more private setting. A place where she could ask questions.
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Known the world over as The Oldest Living Erotica Author, Desiree Holt proves every day that she is more than the sum of her years and more than the grandmother who plays with Barbie and Ken dolls: She is The Hardest Working Erotica Author, producing one novel or more each month and receiving rave reviews.
She is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The London Daily Mail and numerous other national and international publications.
“Get out the ice water and fan…Desiree Holt delivers smoking hot alpha heroes and red hot romances.” Lea Franczak, USA Today Happy Ever After blog