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ONE MISTAKE is all it took to get fired
ONE LIFETIME may never be enough time to forget the man
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ONE NIGHT is all it took to forgive the past

As the next Earl of Essex, Conrad Fisher's reckless life resembles a hurricane, wreaking mayhem on Mari Dunhill's career. Mari was fired from her reporter post at the Denver Times for her attempt to set the record straight about Conrad's recent tabloid fiasco. They meet by chance at the Downtown Den during a round of speed dating. Suddenly, Mari is thrust onto a collision course about to implode thanks to one commanding English playboy.

An alpha wolf, Conrad's running on empty, unwilling to join the almighty Wolf News media conglomerate owned by his family's powerful pack. As a freelance journalist, he marches to a lone wolf drum fused with a fiery temper, until he encounters an alluring she-wolf. Driven to the brink by Mari's curvaceous body, Conrad refuses to back away when this stubborn she-wolf attempts to shut him down.

Now the chase is on. One night and Conrad won't stop until Mari is upstairs and under him.
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An ancient law permits a Midnight Lycan to bond with spellcaster. A woman who he will protect until the end of time.   

Sherry Delacroix is a third level spellcaster. Quinn Rothschild, a rare wolf shifter; a purebred Midnight Lycan. They work together at the Downtown Den and unknowingly are fated as mates in a mystical union. To unleash the power of this liaison requires a precarious event, unlocking their instinct to bond.  

A rip in the energy shield within the Denver ley line have Dark Fae crossing realms, hungry to harness enough power to bring down the worldwide shield. It's up to Sherry to repair the break before the Fae find her. And it's up to Quinn to keep her safe. 

When Sonya, a friend and manager at the Den is kidnapped, Sherry comes out of hiding to face the enemy. Only the person lurking in the shadows isn't who she expected to find as the face of evil. 

Never mind about keeping enemies near when the person Sherry least suspects wants her dead.


   He glared at the back of the man’s head, then noticed the rippling of the driver’s skin. It wasn’t the sign of shifter. This type of creature existed, but he had not seen one for years. Quinn sniffed, inhaling deeply while pushing aside the sickening cherry odor mask. He locked onto the underlying scent. Pervasively rank, and there was only one type of creature that had this stench. He tapped on the glass separating the compartments and the driver peered into the rearview mirror. The eyes that stared back were not human and they were not shifter. Hell, vampires didn’t even possess eyes like those. No whites. Complete black cavernous pits stared back at Quinn, but then the driver looked forward as the car in front braked.
    The cab skidded to a stop. Quinn opened the cab door on the opposite side from the driver and chugged forward onto the street.
     “Shite,” he swore, skidding to a stop as a car flew in front of him. He sprinted across the two lanes of oncoming traffic. The screeching of breaks behind him got his attention. The driver U-turned the cab, staring at him as though memorizing him. Absorbing.
    Quinn did not have the luxury of pondering that messed up ride. It was the past. The present mattered. Getting his head on and back to the Den paramount. He had to get his bearings. The park was up ahead along Mile High Circle. He was about five kilometers from the Den. He took to the sidewalk and dialed Sherry’s number while keeping tabs on the traffic and people on foot.
    When she answered, he nearly shouted, “Can you leave? Right now? Weird got a whole lot weirder. What type of creatures flicker?”
    “Is this some warped game of twenty questions?”
    “No joke. Do you know? I’ve had some experiences. I got out of the cab it was concerning enough.” He didn’t want to sound an alarm if he were wrong. The Unseelie hadn’t been seen in Denver in fucking forever. He had to be wrong.
    “You said flicker?” Sherry’s voice rose. “Do you remember my last request? Quinn, words travel beyond the cell lines. Do not say another word on the subject. Where are you? I’ll pick you up.”
    “Meet me at Bryant and Mile High. There’s a hotel on the corner.”
    “I’m leaving now.”
    “Lock your door.” A sharp chill tore through his nerve endings. The Lycan in him wanted to howl. He was supposed to be the one protecting Sherry. Not the other way around. This was all wrong. If he shifted, he could make it back to the club. His instincts rallied. No. His name had been on the court sign in. It was no secret he was part owner of several LoDo businesses. Easy to track. This made sense. Sher had to leave the Den. “Do you have a gun?”
    “Flickering skin? We’ll need more than a pistol,” she whispered. “You need to take care. I’m on my way.”




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199 Pages
Paranormal Fantasy Romance ~Time Travel
Witch, Wolf Shifter, & Dark Fae
Rocky Mountain Shifter Series Spinoff
Release October 18, 2013
Heat Level 4

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An ancient law permits a Midnight Lycan to bond with spellcaster. A woman who he will protect until the end of time. 

Sherry Delacroix is a third level spellcaster. Quinn Rothschild, a rare wolf shifter; a purebred Midnight Lycan. They work together at the Downtown Den and unknowingly are fated as mates in a mystical union. To unleash the power of this liaison requires a precarious event, unlocking their instinct to bond.  

A rip in the energy shield within the Denver ley line have Dark Fae crossing realms, hungry to harness enough power to bring down the worldwide shield. It's up to Sherry to repair the break before the Fae find her. And it's up to Quinn to keep her safe.
When Sonya, a friend and manager at the Den is kidnapped, Sherry comes out of hiding to face the enemy. Only the person lurking in the shadows isn't who she expected to find as the face of evil.

Never mind about keeping enemies near when the person Sherry least suspects wants her dead.


Sherry twisted away, running her finger over the edge of her lips. “And then what? I can assure you I’m not a foregone conclusion. Your flyboy tactics don’t work on me, just so you know.”

His lupine senses held him by the scruff of the neck. He keenly zeroed in on her body temperature, her breathing, her heart rate. He inhaled her essence, an ultra-feminine scent. Human. It did not matter. His Lycan arousal lapped at the molecules. This had taken on the rules of a feral hunt, and she was his prey.

“There are worse things than enjoying the company of a single man,” he said.

“Name one.”

“What? Afraid that Cupid might play havoc with your heart?”

“Sorry, there is no fear that will happen over dinner, Romeo.”

“First timers. It has been known to happen.”

“Aren’t you immune to the condition yourself? If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be bed hopping each night. Really Quinn, if you want to invite me somewhere be serious. Don’t keep playing me because I’m something unattainable.”

“Just tell me, love. Are you tempted? Afraid you might like the idea of being in my bed.”

For a millisecond, the veil from her eyes dropped. Pain laced her gaze and then she smiled, drawing herself up. “One of an endless stream. That’s a luxury I can’t afford, counselor. Losing oneself isn’t always the road to finding oneself. I don’t think a night of hitting the bottle and meaningless sex is my ticket to salvation.”

“Ouch.” He straightened. “It’s not all meaningless sex.”

She backed away and arched a brow. “No?”

“There’s conversation, too.” He smiled broadly, refusing to allow this woman to distract him, even if she wasn’t succumbing to his charm. She meant something to him. Exactly what, he couldn’t tell. Not yet. Fortunate for him, once he decided upon a chase, rarely did he give up easily. 

And Sherry was not someone he was about to step away from… with lips like heaven. Never ever, his wolf sense whispered again and again. So captivating, he inhaled her scent and his gaze lowered to her arched neck, ready for him. And lower still to the neckline of her blouse, the tight material stretching and binding her breasts. All it would take would be a button to pop and her curves would be free. God, her tits would be glorious in his hands. Large and sensitive. The things he could do to make her moan.

His imagination was fueled, and he played mind hockey with several torturous images of her naked under him. The whispers he imagined coming from Sherry’s plump lips bordered on prayer material. Jesus, what he’d give to have her scream his name as he thrust into her repeatedly.

The wolf in him stilled as though prey were close-by. Just to have her accept a dinner invitation would be worth the ringside tickets he had for the upcoming Vegas heavyweight championship.

“You a betting woman?” he asked off-handedly.

“Oh, this ought to be wickedly rich? Hit me, Mr. Rothschild.”

“What if I withhold engaging in meaningless sex for a week? Would you agree to a date then?”

“You. Mr. Quinnlan Rothschild, IV will abstain from all sex for seven days?”

“Please. You act like the idea is farfetched. I’m not a deviant.”

“Oh, course not.” She rolled her eyes and bit her tongue in the most delicious fashion he’d ever seen. “Only it’s hard to swallow… from you’re past dalliances. Given your history, I have doubts even on the Queen’s command you would succeed.”

“But would you agree? Her Highness aside.”

Her eyes twinkled and a twin set of dimples on either side of her cheeks played upon his focus. “To see you just attempt this feat, sure. I’ll agree. But you won’t make it past Friday night.”

“Shake, right now. Starting today. Seven days and then we’ll go on a date. Soup to nuts.” He held out his hand.

Sherry stared down at his outstretched palm and shook her head. “Do the bookies know what is about to hit LoDo?” Her firm, cool grip was heaven in his hand.

In his eagerness, he had to take care not to squeeze hard for fear he could easily hurt the slight bones in her hand. Together, they shook and silently contemplated each other. “I would have gone through much more to get you to say yes.”

“I might have required less. But now, we’ll never know. Will we?” she asked in a low, silky tone.

“Don’t say that.” Without knowing it, she had pushed all his buttons. “I intend on winning this one.”




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An ancient law permits a Midnight Lycan to bond only during a time of imminent danger
and with a spellcaster requiring his unwavering protection.

Sherry and Quinn were fated as mates in a mystical union.
 To unleash the power of this liaison
requires a precarious event unlocking their instinct to bond.

A tear in the energy line within Denver have Dark Fae
crossing realms, seeking to harness enough power to bring down the entire shield worldwide.
It's up to Sherry to repair the break before the Fae find her.
And it's up to Quinn, her Lycan lover, to keep her safe.
When Sherry's friend is kidnapped, she comes out of hiding to face the enemy, only the person lurking in the shadows
 isn't who she expected as the face of evil.

Never mind about keeping enemies near,
when the person she least suspects wants her dead. 


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Alpha, Beta, Omega...OH MY. Wolf Hierarchy

Rocky Mountain Shifters #2
Paranormal Romance
Ex-military Hawt-E!
In writing shifter romance, much research goes into learning how animals that live in packs or pairs act. The social conduct and structure are essential and translate into a realistic tale in paranormal fiction. In writing a romance like Blood Brothers, eyes aren’t just windows to the soul to this keystone creature. In a wolf pack, it is through eye contact that a wolf maintains dominance crucial to the well-being of packs. Most of what is communicated between animals, wolves, leopards, or humans is silent. Body language conveys 97% of meaning. Wolves operate in a pack with a hierarchy which for the most part simply means who gets to produce the pups.

Wolf Hierarchy
Within a wolf pack, hierarchy permits a distribution of the roles and responsibilities enforced with acts of dominance and submission through the use of eye contact, facial features, and tail positions. At the top is the alpha and there may be two, a male and female. Right below is the beta. Again, segmented so two, male and female, exist. And then there is the omega rung. Lowest. The hierarchy of the pack determines who shall mate, who shall be decision maker, which wolves eat first and who eats last, who patrols and who watches the pups.

Alpha Pair
Mating pair of the pack. The male and female (per Barry Lopez’s book Wolves and Men) are thought to work in tandem where the male is head of the pack subordinate males and the female head of subordinate females. They share equally is decision making except during springtime mating, when the female solely decides upon the location of the den, and therefore where the pack resides. During the birthing the female does not actively hunt. Food is brought to her and the pups. Alphas are not always the strongest or largest of the wolves. For all practical purposes, in reality they are the parents. They lead, yet so can other wolves within the pack. There is more democracy in wolf packs than what is imagined.


Below the alpha pair. The enforcers of the pack. Exist in a pair. If something happens to the alpha, male or female beta may move up into the alpha role. Betas have been known to mate in their secondary positions yet only when there is an abundance of food. The limited mating is to ensure the survival of the strongest pups. Betas must assert themselves when they are younger (yearlings), distinguishing themselves from other subordinate wolves.


Generally, the pack has one omega. This wolf is lowest in ranking. Eats last and may travel on the outskirts of the pack, but not always. Some omegas were prior alphas, yet no longer occupy the position of dominance. Omegas have been known to be the most playful of the wolf positions but lack the ability to assert their positions to any real degree. Interesting, the wolves documented in The Hidden Lives of Wolves shows a beta showing compassion to an omega. However typically, this position takes the most abuse. The omega may go without food if prey is scarce and may became a scapegoat of sorts.

Between beta and omegas are the juvenile, subordinates, and pups. Packs in North America range in size from 20 wolves per pakc in the Denali Forest in Alaska to about 10 per pack in places like Minnesota.

Hidden Life of Wolves Jim and Jamie Dutcher, National Geographic
Wolfdog Behavior http://www2.fiu.edu/~milesk/behavior.htm


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A whole month of paranormal stories.
What could be better as we rock into October?
There's plenty going on here, let me tell you.

A release is coming up. BLOOD BROTHERS on Friday. Wolf shifters. A vampire. And crime running rampant in Denver. Rocky Mountain Shifters (RMS) #2.

Later this month, RMS #3 is releasing, a wolf and witch romance featuring Sherry Delacroix and Quinn Rothschild. Very mysterious. Yeah...

So, what's going here on this leg of the Something Wicked Returns?

Well, here I'm doing a giveaway of $5.00 Amazon GC and a copy of Collared for a Night, RMS #1 if can tell me who you'd pick to play Santo, the vampire or Fin. I'm doing a post on Fin on my blog, but who would you pick for the other two dudes. Together these are the enforcers for Shawn Barclay, owner of the Downtown Den. They are Glock carrying shifters.

Drawing will be Saturday for this part of the Hop. Then I'll post another blog post and giveaway, so come on back to see what's up next.

In Blood Brothers, there are two wolf shifters. Fin and Tristen.
Enforcers. Beta Wolves. IRRESISTIBLE!
Hard to choose between them. But for this leg, let's do Fin.
Here's my Fin. Jason Momoa, oh my!
Or how about this version, cause Fin is a yoga teaching hawt-E type of beta shifter.
Ex-military. Marine. Field Medic.
Now, it's on you.
Tell me, who you would have play the part of Tristen Morrison, ex-military enforcer.
Santo Camio. Vampire. Ex-military. Skin walker.
The drawing will be random (via random.org) so I'll need your email address in your comment.

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and want to hold on little bit longer...
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with some
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here's an excerpt to kick up the heat factor
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“Alana, pushing for a lesson so early in the morning?” Jon asked with his deep British voice. Hell, the devil wouldn’t have sounded as seductively inviting.
Quivers erupted, cloaking her body. Damn, she was sunk. How would she go on for two dismal, platonic weeks when she’d greedily sampled Jon’s dizzying ability to power fuck? Twenty-three minutes…she didn’t think twenty-three hours or twenty-three days would be enough time to get tired of Jonathan Peter Lansing or his awe-inspiring bedroom skills.
“Please, Jon,” she pleaded without shame, longing to feel him dominate her body.
“Damn, I want you to remember us. Naked and shagging.” His eyes scanned her face, catching her in a vise of deep blue fire. “Like this. Is this what you want?” His fingers grazed her wetness. Laughing softly, he teased her, delivering her into another round of delicious torture as he held back from thrusting into her.
“More. I want you inside me.”
“So impatient.” His laughter spilled over her, and then he plunged his finger into her, pumping his hand between her legs. Hard, fast, demanding. “Can’t say I’m not far behind you. Alana, I want you under me and then on top of me. You’re so tight. I’ll loosen your sweet pussy up and then you can ride me, baby. Fuck my brains out.”
“Wishful thinking,” she gulped, unable to comprehend why it was easier to slip into a biting repartee with him. “If you think you’ve anything left after last night. I for one am certain you’re sorely mistaken. You might be running in the red where grey cells are concerned.”
With a cocked brow, Jon stopped finger-fucking her. His hands gripped her thighs, wedging open her legs. “What did I tell you? Still with the mouth, Ms. St. James. There’s a tremendous difference in pillow talk and sounding off in this manner. Should I fill that precious orifice of yours so you can’t spew in bitch blathering mode? We can always enjoy our last few moments together with my hand smacking that round little arse of yours. Afterwards, I can fuck you long and hard, giving you something to truly remember me by. Sound inviting, sweetheart?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” He tilted his head a fraction of an inch, giving him a wicked, daring expression, and she realized he more than likely yearned for her to say something—anything—that he could construe to make his case for an ass-smacking-farewell.
She swung her head from side to side, careful to keep her expression neutral. Having her ass spanked would hurt worse because she’d have a constant reminder of him without the ability to straddle his lap for relief. This was the last time, and the thought stabbed her.
Far better that she have fewer reminders of how incredible it was to have him thrusting into her. Over and over and over…but after this morning, not again.
Don’t. Go. There. Swallowing, she released the bubble of doubt swelling in her throat and acknowledged this was her band’s moment to garner a future. Not to shop for a sex partner. Fun and games. Not a thing more. The balancing of the equation was up to her. She exhaled, hoping to clear the clusterfuck of ideas and images congesting her brain. One last time. What did she want?
With a deep inhalation, she studied his face, his see-all sapphire blue eyes, and without further ado, she calmly whispered, “Fuck you.”
His jaw dropped open, but then he quickly recovered. A glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes. “That filthy mouth of yours is so enticing, but a promise is a promise.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m a man of my word, sweetheart.” He picked up a condom from the night table and ripped open the packet. He handled his dick with absolute precision in swathing himself in latex and then he was at her opening, gripping his cock with his hand. “Baby, here’s the recap: I’m going to fuck you, spank you, and then fuck you again. Then it’s on to the office.”


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