It’s Tuesday morning and I’m giddy as hell, my heart is pounding, and I can’t sit still due to the happy dancing all over the place.
My latest paranormal romance, Omega Rising, has launched into the world TODAY, propelled like a rocket by that gorgeous cover. It’s the start of the Wolf King series (and yes book 2, Skye Falling, is out, too, so if you read it and love it, you don’t have to wait for the next one. You’re welcome).
I adore the romance between Cass and Nathan. Let me set the stage for you. The Wolf King series is a story of shapeshifters and secrets, of romance with some mystery and magic. In it, the shapeshifters and magic users have been at war for a thousand years since the assassination of the Wolf King who ruled them all.
Omega Rising begins as there are rumblings that the Wolf King returned. Cass Nolan, the sleep-deprived, overworked stable owner, knows nothing about this Other World and is only interested in keeping her people safe from the psycho stalking her. Well, that and the dangerously sexy stranger Nathan.
Want an excerpt? Done!
He gestured toward the desk again, his eyebrows lifting at her obvious reluctance. Well it could only take a few seconds or so to place a bandage and he smelled so damn good. She settled herself on the desk and held out her hand. He was so close she imagined she could feel the heat of his body warming her skin. His thumb smoothed the edges of the criss-cross bandage while his other hand held hers loosely. Cass tensed, ready to yank her hand away. Nathan looked at her, questioning, she guessed, how she got the scrape.
“Misjudged the wall.” Her voice was unsteady as she tried to ignore the shooting tingly little sparks fanning out from his touch. His large tanned hand enveloped hers loosely, turning it over to trace her palm. Cass’s apprehension grew and she braced for the inevitable burn, her brain automatically rifling through the best maneuvers to pull herself free. The clunky phone on her desk could be a weapon and the letter opener was lying within easy distance. A bonk on the head or stab in the throat, if her gut had massively misjudged his character, would gain her freedom.
His hold didn’t tighten. Five seconds, ten, still nothing. Fifteen, twenty. She wanted him to let go yet clung to the warmth and texture of his skin. Her breath came faster but it wasn’t nerves alone. His finger traced a small cut on the pad of her ring finger and he looked up again.
“Pa-paper cut.” He grabbed an antiseptic square, tore it open with his teeth to keep his hold on her hand. Soon that cut was cleaned and covered. Her insides shivered as his hand glided over her forearm, pushing up the sleeve of her hoodie. Her skin soaked in the roughness of his palm and reached for the heat in his touch. Ninety seconds. She stared at his large, tanned hand stroking her pale forearm, the pure pleasure of it making her light-headed.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured as he continued his exploration, finding a larger angry red line with bruising around it. He traced it gently.
“Mr. Clean,” Cass said, her voice husky. “He’s an asshole.”
Nathan chuckled, the sound raspy as if he hadn’t found much amusing for a long time. Cass stared, transfixed. He was already the best looking man she’d ever seen, but with the smile softening his features for a moment he was devastating, the crinkles at the corner of his eyes positively kissable. Her heart flipped in her chest.
He pressed his lips against her palm, taking a deep, ragged breath. His nose and lips were hot and she waited, quivering in anticipation.