Leader of the Pack is finally available for purchase on the Ellora's Cave web site! Woo Hoo!
I'm super excited because last year was a pretty dry year for me - writing wise. But I feel much more confident about where I'm going with my writing and in my life.
Syneca designed a beautiful cover for me and I'm so happy to introduce new characters to my shapeshifter world. I'm filled with a lot of hope.
And on top of all that - the end of the world did NOT arrive today. So I'll go with the view that the Mayans were predicting a new age rather than the destruction of the world. And I'm down with that. I feel like I'm beginning a new chapter in my life now.
I'm visiting
Jocelyn Dex today on her blog where she interviews me about life and writing and I'm also participating in the TRS Christmas party.
At the TRS Christmas Party I've posted an excerpt today.
You can read it here...
So, just to refresh your memory, here's the blurb...
Leader of the Pack
Surgeon Dr. Per Goldwolf needs a mate to make partner in a prestigious practice. Predator-Match.com—a matchmaking service for shapeshifters—not only finds him a mate, they match him with his True Mate. Yohana’s long legs and fair flesh make him lick his lips and her scent makes him rock-hard.
New packleader Yohana Whitewolf’s life goal is to follow in her sire’s pawprints and lead her pack. Leadership demands sacrifices. To calm her people, Yohana needs a mate. But finding an Alpha male who won’t take over is a tall order. Yohana doesn’t want the complication of a True Mate, but Per is a sexy, intelligent Alpha male and she wants to shred his clothes every time she touches him.
Everything should be perfect—except she’s a packleader, and the Whitewolf pack is nervous.
Excerpt
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An Excerpt From: LEADER OF THE PACK
Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Per looked
up from his coffee to see Yohana striding confidently across the room. Two
steps behind her was the young waiter, looking dazed and horny. What the fuck?
Per had been on edge ever since she left the table, envisioning her in the
bathroom stall with her legs spread and himself on his knees on the floor
plowing into her. Now, here she was sashaying back to their table looking
satisfied. He stood to hold out her chair. As Yohana stepped close to him, he
was enveloped in the scent of her recent arousal…and orgasm. His bitch screwed
someone else then walked back to the table as if nothing had happened. Fuck
that! Per caught the worshipful gaze of the wet-behind-the-ears pup and
growled.
The pup
blinked and stammered, gulping in terror. “I’ll bring your check,” he squeaked.
“Like hell
you will, you whelp. You just mounted my Mate. We’re going for a walk. Now.”
The boy
yipped, flying off for the kitchen at a run. Per was after him in a shot, ready
to kill.
“Per!”
He ignored
Yohana’s cry of command, looking back once, rage filling his vision. “I’ll
handle this.”
The boy
weaved between tables before slamming headlong into someone exiting the kitchen
with a tray full of pasta dinners. Per caught the boy before he hit the floor,
lifting him up by the collar of his shirt. A firm female hand grasped his
wrist, while her arm encircled his waist.
Yohana
pressed against his back to whisper in his ear, “I masturbated in the bathroom.
The pup was nowhere near me. Let him go…” She sighed as he turned to look into
her eyes. “Please, Per.”
He took a deep
breath and nodded. The scent of his Mate wasn’t on the boy, so he released the
whelp, watching as the boy ran hell for leather through the kitchen doors. Per
closed his eyes, mortified at his stupidity. He had never claimed a female this
publicly in his entire life, not even when he was in Sweden before his sire
threw him out of their pack.
Yohana
eased away from him, turning to the man, who happened to be Stefano Blackwolf
the restaurant manager and son of the owner, Roberto. “I’m sorry, Stef. This is
my fault. I’ll pay for the meals. Please allow me to buy the diners whatever
else they would like to apologize for their wait.”
Per shook
his head. “No. My fault. I’ll pay for it.”
Yohana
frowned at Per. “I will pay. It’s my responsibility.”
Per’s blue
eyes blazed, then he paused. “We’ll split it. Fair?”
Yohana
patted his arm. “Yes. That’s fair.”
Per blushed
as Stefano lips twitched, fighting to control his amusement. Per looked into
Yohana’s eyes then he started to chuckle, drawing giggles from her. She
blushed, looking down at her toes. He reached over, lifting her chin with a
fingertip barely brushing her lips with his.
“Dessert,
Yohana? Would you like some cannoli?”
“That
sounds wonderful.”
“Two,
Stefano?” Per inquired of the manager.
Stef nodded,
directing the busboys to clean up the mess while he went to inform the waiting
diners of the delay with their meals. Per set his hand at the small of her
back, escorting her to their table. He seated her and reseated himself.
“I’m sorry
for setting this mess in motion. I didn’t consider you might imagine me having
sex with Marcello. He’s a baby.” Yohana took his hand, meeting his eyes.
Per clasped
her hand before lifting it to his lips to kiss. He froze, taking a deep breath.
She’d washed her hand, but he knew it had been inside her…recently. Per looked into her startled gray eyes, breathing deeply
so she’d know he smelled her sex. He opened his mouth engulfing her thumb,
sucking and licking it. In spite of the soap, her taste lingered faintly on her
skin bringing his body rigidly to attention.
Yohana
gasped, color rising in her cheeks as she licked her lips. He could see her
pebbled nipples tight against the silk of her dress. This was no frigid bitch
and he was in big, big trouble because his mind rejoiced to discover it. Per
wanted to mount her now. He wanted to grab her, throw her face down on the
table, rip off her panties, and sink into her to make her his while everyone in
the room watched…then cheered. What scared him the most was the expression
evident in her eyes. She wanted the same damn thing!
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