WOLF IN WINTER CLOTHING
By Heather Long
a Black Hills Wolves story
Releasing
December 4, 2015
Join
the Black Hills Wolves as they celebrate a year of good fortune, love and
rebuilding since Drew became Alpha with authors Melissa Limoges, TL Reeve,
Louisa Bacio and series creators Rebecca Royce and Heather Long.
BLURB:
Roland
James waited a long time to return to the Black Hills. After Seth, his best
friend, left—was driven away—and Seth’s family vanished in the night, he had no
reason to stay. Only one purpose remained for him—to build his strength and his
skills until he could kill the men responsible for their loss. When word
reaches him about Magnum’s demise and Drew’s ascension, he rushes home. Though
Drew welcomes him and the town seems to be thriving with a Winter Solstice Run
in the offing, Roland can’t celebrate. Not all of his enemies are dead. One—the
worst—still lives.
Professor
Claudia Donovan has spent a great deal of time and effort to locate one of her
colleagues. Then she receives an odd message telling her to meet someone about
the woman she’s been trying to find in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota.
Taking the first flight and renting a car, she waits at the designated spot. A
chance meeting and an even riskier hookup for her TA leaves her with more
questions than answers. When she ends up in Los Lobos no one wants to answer
her questions.
The
last thing Roland expects when he lures the human to the Black Hills is to
delight in her scent, her temper, and her cutting tongue. He needs the pawn to
distract Ryker because the Enforcer has a weakness. Take away his mate, and
Roland can kill him once and for all. Maybe his plan makes Roland the bad guy,
but he can live with that. The only problem he has is his need for revenge may
cost him Claudia….
About the Author:
Heather Long
National
bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science
fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are
filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime.
From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather
might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters
drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes
her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like
your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines
so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll
enjoy her worlds as much as she does.
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Excerpt of Wolf in Winter
Clothing:
Her hands trembled as she pulled a cigarette out and turned
away from the wind to get it lit. She was alone standing outside the little
coffee shop, huddled as close to the wall as she could. Why the hell did I
just decide to fly to the middle of nowhere? Have I lost my damn mind?
Or was she desperate for her last real connection? Shoshanna
was great, a fantastic student, a brilliant protégé, and a girl with a bright
future, but she wasn’t Saja. Saja had been more than her—
A truck door slammed across the street, and she glanced at
the man striding across the winter-slicked road toward the coffee shop. Tall
with dark hair, which he wore long and tied into a loose tail at the nape of
his neck, he reminded her of a mountain man—except he wore a dress shirt, open
suede jacket, and jeans. The mountain-man look from Giorgio. It will be all
the rage this season.
His beard, though—damn. She had a thing for bearded
men, and he wore his so well. Snow flurries populated the air, and flakes clung
to his beard and hair, adding to his rugged appearance. How the hell did he
walk so calm and collected through the frigid cold? It didn’t even seem to
touch him.
He glanced toward her, and she sucked in a drag off the
cigarette even as she jerked her attention away. Staring was rude. Still, she
couldn’t help sliding a sideways peek when his booted foot hit the pavement in
front of the coffee shop. Her hand trembled when he opened the door and
disappeared into the shop. Exhaling the cold with the smoke, she glanced
inside. Shoshanna continued to read papers, and a fresh cup of coffee sat
waiting for Claudia, along with the untouched second burger.
Mr. GQ Mountain Man took a seat at the counter and raked his
fingers through his hair, loosening the tie at his nape. Some of his hair
escaped, but the tousled look suited him. The man was the whole package, and he
looked damn good from the rear. Nearly as good as he had from the front. The
icy air didn’t do a damn thing for the heat unfurling in her blood or the lust
coiling in her belly.
After finishing her smoke, she extinguished it and seriously
considered a second one. Maybe if she froze to death outside, she wouldn’t go
inside and make an idiot out of herself. No sooner did the thought take root
than she dismissed it. She’d come for Saja, not to get laid. South Dakota might
grow them pretty, but she belonged back in New York.
Find Saja.
Go home.
No getting laid.
A shudder rolled down her spine, whether from the cold or hot
stuff with the beard, she had no idea. Squaring her shoulders, she pulled the
door open and charged inside. Priorities.
Yeah, the mental lecture didn’t do a damn thing for her
libido. Dear Santa, can I have a hot guy for Christmas? Laughter welled
upward, and she chuckled. Shoshanna gave her an owlish blink. Of course, when
the idea of writing Santa sounded more sane than hitting on a gorgeous
stranger, maybe she had cracked.
