“Diego, I’ll make you a bet.” She turned, a smile on her pretty lips. “I’ll bet that I can make you climax, touching you with nothing but a feather.” She lifted a softly draping peacock plume, brushing it against her lips.
He lifted a brow. “A feather?”
“Oh, more than one, of course. Are you willing to bet me?”
He cocked his head to the side, wondering what she was up to. “What are we betting?”
She sighed deeply, drawing his eyes to her chest, where the red bra peeped out at the edges of her suit.
“If you don’t climax within…ten minutes…I’ll give you a blow job.”
“Ten minutes? With feathers?” He contemplated the silky plume in her hand. He could do that… “Five minutes. And if you win?”
“Seven minutes. If I win, you go down on me.”
He let his weight settle on one leg. “Seven minutes. If I win, you go down on me. If you win…it sounds like we both win.”
She nodded. “You’re right. If I win and you climax, you not only go down on me, but you do it on my terms. Do you understand?”
She sounded no nonsense, triggering his desire to agree, to submit. He cleared his throat. “What are your terms?”
She knelt, wrapping a wide leather band around his ankle and fastening it to a loop in the floor. “My terms? Bound and blindfolded. You will follow my instructions exactly.”
His cock throbbed in response to her words. The image shouldn’t arouse him, but it did. She continued to his other ankle, ignoring his erection. She stood, pulling his hands to the front. He expected her to shackle him, but instead, she wrapped black tape around his wrists. Diego examined the tape, realizing that he could easily break free. That gave him a measure of comfort.
“Arms up.”
She guided him into place, looping his wrists over a low-hanging hook. He wasn’t uncomfortable, not really. But he wasn’t completely balanced and that made him uneasy. When she slipped a blindfold over his face, he flinched.
“Does this bother you?”
He thought for a moment. He could smell and hear. Once his other senses adjusted, he nodded. “Green. I’m fine.” Odd. He didn’t sound fine, even to his own ears.
Once his vision was obscured, Diego listened to her move around the room, mostly over at the table. He heard the rustle of the leather bag; the whisper of fabric.
“Nothing but feathers.” His voice was little more than a whisper.
“That’s right, Diego. I’ll touch you with nothing but feathers. Starting now.”
The feather lightly caressed his cheeks, his jaw and finally his lips. He could scent her lipstick, so he knew it was the peacock feather. It teased and tickled down his ribs, around to his back. He smiled slightly, letting himself be lulled by the rhythmic brush against his skin. He smelled her, heard her breathing…felt it on his skin. He shivered, focusing on breathing deeply. This wasn’t bad. Not at all. He estimated that a minute had passed. This would be a breeze.
When a ribbon of fire streaked down his spine to his ass-crack, he was momentarily too stunned to react. She’d scratched him with the quill end of the feather! The sting wasn’t that bad, but unexpected. He arched his back, finding himself swaying, letting his weight hang from his hands.
His dick went hard as a rod. And damn if he wasn’t in trouble.
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Timeless chills.
Sometimes you wonder how it is you ended up as an adult with this great love of the preternatural. Well, maybe you don’t but me…yeah, I sometimes wonder. Then I think back to when I was a kid and it just makes me smile. I was always that strange little kid who bugged the crap out of my family when it came to scary movies. “Pleeeeese, can I watch it?” I’d plead on Saturday afternoons when spooky movies were playing on television. The first answer was always no and for good reason. I’d keep them all awake after I watched a scary movie because I was not only afraid of the dark but had an overactive imagination. Then, tired of listening to my pleading and whining, they’d finally give in. For a couple of hours I’d sit cross-legged on the floor glued to the television, thrilled as the film noire style movie opens and the Wolfman’s eyes peer at me from between the slats of a window blind.
Now, you have to understand, I like movies. ALL movies. Old ones, new ones, bad ones, good ones. So what is it I remember about those long ago scary movies? Nothing so glorious as say, The Shining or perhaps Psycho or Halloween. Nope, one of my all-time favorites was none other than a good old black and white movie—Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein. Even as a kid I liked nothing better than werewolves, vampires, and monsters, and this movie had it all. Sure, there were scarier movies and in color no less but honestly, when it comes to werewolves who ever did it better than Lon Chaney Jr.? The movie is a bona fide oldie, filmed in 1948, but seriously when it comes to werewolves, what’s time got to do with it? Not a thing in my book. Just as the legends of werewolves have lingered in folklore, so too has the legend of the Wolfman created by Lon Chaney Jr.
All those afternoons of werewolves, vampires, and monsters rubbed off and when it came time to create my own stories, darned if they didn’t show up! Here my parents thought I was wasting my time with those movies-ha! Souls of Sorrow is my most recent paranormal novel and while there are no werewolves, there are plenty of things going bump in the night to keep you watching the shadows. Stop by my website at www.sherilewiswohl.com to take a peek and if you’re interested in winning a digital copy, just answer the question posted there.
Lucky in Red is my first release from Passions in Print, MLR’s traditional romance imprint, and I’m just thrilled to be there for several reasons.
One, the publisher is Laura Baumbach. ‘Nuff said.
Second, it’s an anthology with two of my favorite authors and people, Belinda McBride and Jianne Carlo. If you haven’t read their stuff, you should. Go ahead. I’ll wait. And if you’re not lucky enough to know either of these ladies personally, it’s a shame. Both of them are creative, funny, professional, and just good people.
Third, it’s the first time I’ve ever…er, colluded…with other writers. We had the bare minimum requirements for the anthology and Laura, God love her, let us run with it. And we did, oh boy! We came up with what we hope is an original twist to a story about werewolves who meet their mates (and their matches) in three women with stained red dresses.
Now, I’m the first to tell you I’m not sure I could ever write with a partner. I’m just too anal… (stop snickering, yeah, I said anal. Yeah, I said it again.) and a control freak. Just thinking about the arguments over whose name is first terrifies me. So this was a great way to get a taste of working with someone else, sharing a story and working through a process to get to a final work that is consistent and works as a whole.
Not easy, but these ladies made it a dream. We chatted on Skype several times and as each of us finished the first chapters, we sent them back and forth to read and edit. It was great! I loved having two sets of eyes on my chapter, and seeing what they had that I could shameless steal….er, incorporate, into my story.
One of the town’s wild and crazy characters came from Jianne’s first chapter. Belinda and I saw her and said, okay, she has to be in all the stories!! She’s one of the only people that appear in all of them.
And oh my God, we had so many decisions to make, decisions a single writer makes without having to ask anyone any questions, such as….
We decided that the brothers would only exist in the other stories as a presence on a cell phone or email, but not physically appear. We decided on the location, Sleeping Dog, Texas, and that the weres would own a dry cleaning store. We decided they’d be Hispanic and each of us grabbed our favorite names – Maximilian, Diego, and Antonio – and because they’re brothers, what order they were born. That led to if he’s first, then he’s alpha and act like this, the middle brother would act like this, and the youngest, the baby, would be like that.
So many decisions, right? Catch your breath, cuz there were more…. Hair color, style, eyes, body build, characteristics, and speech patterns. And that was just the guys!
When we got to the women in the stories, it was the same thing, only different. What would their names be? What would they look like? I wanted to write a BBW story, so how could I incorporate that into my guy’s character? Jianne’s alpha male needed a sweet sub, Belinda’s middle son needed someone to set him straight, and my younger son, a geek, had to find his inner alpha.
Then we tackled the dresses. What stains would each one have? How would they happen? What would each woman’s dress look like? Red was the only decision we didn’t have to make when we started.
It was an amazing experience. I think it worked well, story-wise and writer-wise. I’ve heard more than one author say they’d never co-write again, and even though we didn’t really co-write, I think this is a close as I might get and still be in my comfort zone. (yeah, there is comfort food in my zone, and a recliner, and a remote control) We’re hoping it’s successful, because once we finished, we started thinking of other anthologies we wanted to write together…. The mind boggles!!
Once it comes out, I hope you’ll agree that these three werewolves and their mates are a perfect fit and that as writers, Belinda, Jianne, and I are a perfect fit too.
This is particularly true of my writing. Up until very recently, I had a routine and it worked for me. I’d write during my lunch hour at work, then once again when the kids went to bed in the evenings. My output was pretty good, and things were going well. Then, like a predator sneaking into my territory, something happened that changed everything.
The company I work for announced that they were going to have massive layoffs -- the most layoffs they have ever had in their 15 year history. Now unfortunately, I don’t make enough money off my writing to put food on the table, so I needed that day job. This announcement threw me for a loop, and as the weeks passed, I began to fear that my group -- and my paycheck -- were going to disappear.
Needless to say, my writing suffered. A lot. I stopped writing for two weeks while I dealt with the stress of potentially losing my job. Where would I find money? How would I provide for my family? This was truly a low point in my life and instead of turning to the one thing I could always count on to keep me sane (my writing) I turned away.
But this story doesn’t have a depressing ending. Over the past week my ducks started to fall in a row, and a solution emerged that will place both me and my family in a much better position than we were before. As my anxiety lessened and my head began to clear, I turned back to my writing -- and found sympathy in the alpha wolf from my Kyron Pack series, Josh.
In the series mythology, the Kyron Pack was formed during a time when werewolves were becoming overcrowded in North America. A small group, led by Josh Kyron, migrated down from Canada and into the western United States looking for an area where they could live in peace. They made their home in Las Vegas and the surrounding territories and became protective of the local humans in their new home. Just like real wolves, they marked their territory, staked out their food supply, and turned their small family into a powerhouse that dominated the territory they lived in.
When a rival pack on the East Coast saw how well the Josh and his wolves were doing, they decided that it was unfair for them to reap all of the benefits. They wanted Kyron territory and Kyron wealth. More importantly, the leader of this new pack, Eric Wright, wanted to eliminate Josh and rule both packs himself. He used Lydia, Josh’s true mate and Eric’s sister, to bring the Kyron pack to their knees.
Josh’s routine was disrupted, and his territory invaded. I found that Josh reacted to the situation very much like I reacted to the announcement of layoffs at my company. We both became angry, then bitter. Finally, when it seemed like all hope was lost, we fell into despair. Neither of us wanted to give up hop, however, and it was only by using our heads and being creative, that we were able to come up with a plan for survival (and save our sanity).
Territory and control are very important to wolves. They are protective by nature, and like order in their packs. How about you? Are you like Josh Kyron and other wolves? Do you crave the same order and control over your surroundings? Or do you just “go with the flow?” Tell me about it!
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Up on the Housetop, Book One of the Kyron Pack
ISBN: 978-1-60737-487-9
Buy Link: http://www.loose-id.com/Up-on-a-Housetop.aspx
Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfRapp-4n2M
Publisher: Loose Id, LLC
Genre: M/F paranormal erotic romance (werewolves)
Length: Novella
Price: $4.99
Blurb:
Desperate to escape her controlling family, Chloe Bradford scrambles up to the housetop of her Texas home on Christmas Eve. There she discovers a sexy stranger cloaked in shadow. He convinces her to shed her good-girl image and give into her most secret desires. The man's low, raspy voice tugs at her memory as much as it awakens her passion. Is he a Christmas miracle, or some figment of her imagination? When he tries to leave, she follows him, eager to learn his identity.
Zach can't stop thinking about Chloe, or their reunion on the roof. His wolf-half urges him to reveal his identity and claim her, but he doesn't dare. For both their sakes, he must remain in the shadows until he can control his inner beast's bursts of rage. After a decade of struggle he thought he could handle his curse, but Chloe's presence causes his control to slip. As the moon-rages become more frequent, he knows he's slipping toward the insanity that claims many of his kind. Only Chloe can save him, but will she want to after he reveals his identity and the reason he broke her heart over a decade ago?
Down on the Boardwalk, Book Two of the Kyron Pack
Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPGenPONrTU
ISBN: 978-1-60737-487-9
Buy Link: http://www.loose-id.com/Down-on-the-Boardwalk.aspx
Publisher: Loose Id, LLC
Genre: M/F/M paranormal erotic romance (werewolves)
Length: Novel
Price: $6.99
Blurb:
Gwen's psychic abilities first make her an outsider among the werewolves. Then they make her a slave. Forced to use her power to help a deranged werewolf seek vengeance, she gives up on her dream of ever being accepted and loved. That is, until Nico and Tony are thrown into her cell. Her attraction to the Kyron Pack brothers is immediate and overwhelming. As she submits to the physical attraction, old wounds heal and her powers strengthen. The brothers think she can save them, but to do so would require more than just physical intimacy, and reveal a secret too dark and horrifying to share.
When Nico and Tony use their lust to help their battered mate, buried memories rise to the surface, and jealousy threatens to destroy the fragile wolf in their care. As each of them bonds to Gwen, they begin to withdraw from each other. Now they must heal their inner scars and forgive the past if they ever hope save Gwen and escape the Boardwalk alive.
I’m KC Burn and my favourite werewolf story changes depending on my mood - there are a lot of good ones out there. However…
One Wednesday night several years ago, during a horrible snowstorm, a friend and I went to the movies. We saw Cursed, with Christina Ricci and Joshua Jackson about a werewolf in L.A., and we were the only ones in the theatre. We laughed and laughed. Ahem. I’m not sure if that was the intention of the film, but I found it hilarious. It was a nice, light-hearted horror movie, the acting was good, the effects weren’t awful, and it had a very campy feel to it. Perhaps it was intended to be a spoof, although it certainly wasn’t billed as such. But it hit all my B-movie buttons, and it’s one of my all-time favourite werewolf movies.
Although I like the werewolf as villain, I also enjoy the opposite end of the spectrum with the werewolf as the uber-Alpha hero as is often found in romantic fiction -- for instance, the awesome J.L. Langley’s werewolf series. The inclusion of the tortured werewolf hero in Cursed (although he was more a beta than an alpha) is probably one of the reasons I enjoy the movie so much. It has the best of both worlds.
As for me, MIA Case Files: Wolfsbane is my foray into the werewolf arena, with werewolves as villains. The blurb is below, and the next one in the series (with vampires) is due out shortly.
Werewolves are coming through an open portal and one of them wants Adam Farelli. Agent Lachlan Carmichael can’t let that happen, even if it means stepping out of the closet for the town’s sexiest screw-up.
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Can I confide in you? Don’t say no. I don’t have anyone else to talk to. But keep this to yourself. I’m eaten up with worry and I need to understand why. It all started last month, when I was in the park. One minute I was standing there admiring my new high heels, the next I was racing after a tennis ball. Unbelievably, even in heels, I managed to get to it before a greyhound!! Fitter than I thought which is a good thing but an inability to pass a lamppost without sniffing the base can’t be good. Though they all smelled wonderful. I hope no one saw me pee on the one next my house. Buts it’s mine- MINE, I TELL YOU.
Oops. Sorry about that. I seem to be a bit short tempered lately.
Another thing I’ve noticed, is -- hair. I mean, we all shave our legs and underarms and sometimes those other bits but not five bloody times a day. I’m having to buy razors in bulk. Plus my silver jewelry has started to bring me out in a nasty rash and I’ve developed a craving for rare steak. Until a few weeks ago I was a vegetarian. Go figure.
Oh and I should mention – sex. Well I’ve always liked sex – now I can’t get enough of it. Even the sixty year old postman with the glass eye and wooden leg looks tasty. But no more missionary position, only doggy style will do. Does that make me kinky?
Did I tell you about the moon? Makes my mouth water and my skin prickle and my voice all husky. Goodness knows what I’ll be like when it’s full in a few days time.
Lady next door has lost her cat and wants me to go look for it. About time I had a word with Fluffy about crapping in my yard. I’m sure I can make the little pussy cat see the error of her ways.
So what do you think? Have I caught something? Do I need to be worried?
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If you like your werewolves with a sense of humor – try my books. ‘Falling For You’ ‘The Misfits’ and ‘Fight to Remember’ all feature werewolves and are available from Loose-Id. My latest with Ellora’s Cave is ‘The Small Print’ – with a werewolf hunk called Catch.
The Small Print – Barbara Elsborg – out on 1st October with Ellora’s Cave
I’m in trouble.
Matty suddenly finds herself back in her childhood home, naked and alone, with no clue how she came to be there. When her greedy uncle sells Milford Hall from under her, Matty hides in the attic.
The woman is trouble.
Vampire historian, Turner, has long had his eye on Milford Hall and there is no price he won’t pay to own it. He doesn’t expect to find an aggravating female living in his attic insisting she has a right to be there. The small print in the contract backs her up but Turner is determined to maintain his privacy. Doesn’t matter she’s the hottest thing he’s seen for years— in order to protect her from his mistakes, Matty has to go.
I eat trouble for dinner
After a self-imposed twenty year absence from Turner, werewolf Catch arrives to put the past right and save his former lover from circling enemies. But one kiss from Matty and Catch has more than Turner to worry about. Neither boy wants to share their new toy.
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Early this summer Passions in Print, a division of Man Love Romance, asked my friend and fellow author, Lynn Lorenz, to do an anthology for their new heterosexual-focused line. Lynn and I began our careers together around the same time a couple of years ago with the same editor, Georgia Woods.
We’d often spoken of doing a Viking story together, so when Lynn approached me for this anthology, I jumped at the chance. And when she told me that Belinda McBride was on board, I was thrilled, having recently met and bonded with Belinda at the EPIC awards in February.
I’m amazed at how easily Lucky in Red came together.
We had one brainstorming Skype session where we decided on our heroes - the Lobos brothers, the premise - stained red dresses, and the location - Sleeping Dog, Texas (thank you Lynn J).
After that, we each wrote a first paragraph, exchanged stories, and that was it. We wrote our tales independently, and lo behold, at the end of the day we had one discrepancy – I had an acrylic counter, and the others had stainless steel.
Isn’t that incredible?
I feel like pinching myself. Never did I imagine an anthology could be so easy. And we had such a blast doing this too. Of course, I’m all up for the three of us doing another one.
Like Lynn and Belinda, I, too, love writing about wolves. Their fierce loyalty to their mates and cubs, the delicious alpha qualities of a male wolf, the to-the-death maternal protectiveness of the females, all these qualities are so appealing for a romance novel.
A few fascinating sub-characters show up in Lucky in Red.
Carnation Rosa, an older woman, who earns her nickname by decapitating the heads of two dozen carnations each year at the county fair: her sidekick, Cleo, who’s addicted to the cactus-wine made by the town’s pastor and his wife, and a wolf-hating sheriff who’s trying to repeal the ban on hunting introduced by the Lobos brothers. Not to mention the mischievous devil of a ring bearer who wreaks havoc with a handful of marbles as the bridesmaids at a wedding advance up the aisle. 
Lucky in Red is sexy, funny, and fast-paced and we all hope you enjoy reading the three stories!
Cheers,
Jianne
What is the best-known myth about the full moon? That it triggers a werewolf’s transformation of course. However, that’s not the only moon myth out there, back in day people believed all sorts of strange things about the moon. Let’s explore some of those other moon superstitions.
How to Make Moon Cakes
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Werewolves! Their origin is buried in myth and legend. In this age of instant communications, ipads and remote exploration of Mars we are still fascinated by the thought that they might truly exist and walk unseen amongst us. I have always been an avid fan of the “what-ifs” and werewolves are one of my favorites.
Growing up in Northern Ontario, the eerily haunting cries of the wolf packs could be heard on many a cold winter’s night, and the sound never failed to send sent a pang of longing through me. I could imagine the noble creatures running through the large tracts of untamed forests, wild and free with the crisp snow crunching beneath the pads of their feet.
My fascination started innocently enough as a young child, devouring Jack London’s tales of the gold rush and the dogs and wolves that pulled the sleds. It wasn’t much of a leapt from admiring his animal characters to wishing people could feel the same primal joy as a member of a pack of these noble animals.
When I first started writing fiction, I avoided writing about werewolves. They’d already been so very well done by Patricia Briggs, Kelley Armstrong, Kate Douglas and numerous other authors that I wasn’t sure I come up with a fresh approach. Seducing Destiny was my first attempt, and I enjoyed creating the characters immensely. The setting is my current home ground in the British Columbian Rocky mountains, where wolves are rare sight these days. I hope I did justice to these fascinating mythical creatures!
Sex and Chocolate: Seducing Destiny by Anne Kane
Buy Link
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1228
Jack, the alpha of the Northern Rockies pack, knows Destiny needs some time to come to grips with her werewolf heritage before he springs the whole mated for life thing on her.
Destiny has no intention of buying into the whole pack mentality, howl at the full moon thing. Sure, she practically drools at the sight of red meat, but that's no reason to give up her comfortable life. Besides, she already has a boyfriend, a slick up-and-coming lawyer.
But when a band of rogue werewolves move into the area, Jack can't afford to have his attention divided. He needs to convince Destiny that she belongs both in his pack and in his bed so he can concentrate on the new threat.
As with so many things that get away from me, my debut novel, "Man and Wolf" is basically all the fault of my own dog, an overgrown Rottweiler puppy named Mimi.
At the time, I'd just taken in a passel of feisty foster puppies--a trio of one year-old beagle siblings whose favorite activities involved barking, jumping, barking, tussling, barking and tormenting the very long-suffering Mimi.
Now, I'd be the first to admit Mimi spent way too long as a pampered only child, so now that she and I have gotten back into the rescue game, her upbringing has made her a reluctant and slightly confused pack leader. She knows there are things she should be teaching these wiggly wagging younguns, but there are also lots of naps to take in the long warm grass out in the yard. The puppies will never notice if she just takes a quick snooze.
But of course they do notice and they all come bounding over because obviously Lying In The Long Grass is an important developmental milestone or maybe just a super-fun game Mimi's going to teach them. At which point she rolls her eyes and gives me one of her long-suffering looks in which I'm given to understand that steak or possibly a chicken carcass is the only thing that'll soothe her wounded heart.
All of which got me to thinking about what it takes to make a pack leader and more than that, stories of lone wolves. From there the plot bunnies ran wild and free, with Mimi and I chasing merrily after them.
The thing about werewolves is that, in m/m romance at least, there’s a lot of energy expended on pack dynamics: where to find a pack, how to deal with pack drama, being sad about missing a pack, etc etc. But what I really wanted to look at was a werewolf who really didn’t want a pack, who was basically so damaged he couldn’t handle a pack--
Did I mention I’m a big ole hurt/comfort girl? *grin*
--and was just looking for that one perfect man to call his own, that one person he could trust so completely that the fact that he’s a werewolf doesn’t automatically derail the relationship. And that’s a lot of trust.
Now, I have to admit, when I told a friend of mine that I was writing about a werewolf and a veterinarian, she laughed so hard I thought for a minute she might pull something. And on the surface, the pairing has a certain quirky logic to it: who better to take care of Rob while he’s undergoing The Big Woof (and I’m certain he and Jamie refer to it that way, Jamie scrupulously putting on his calendar, “TBW, sundown. Do not schedule patients.”) than someone who specializes in canines?
But then the more I wrote of their story, the more Rob and Jamie became simply more than a new kind of odd couple. That Rob, abandoned as a child and forced into a secret government program that altered his entire being, could be willing to risk everything to build a life with a shy workaholic like Jamie became more and more compelling. It became more believable, more compelling with every chapter. These two boys were meant to be together, I was convinced. Even if their roles had been reversed, or if they’d just been two nice boys from Boise, they’d still have been destined for one another.
Which brings me back to the whole “lone wolf” issue. Is there really such a thing as a truly lone wolf? Or is every lone wolf just a lonely guy terrified he’ll never find the right mate?
I think the romantic in me has to insist that even the most scared and solitary werewolf has a perfect partner, somewhere out there in the darkness.
Werewolves, after all, are awesome creatures. The wolf side brings everything that is primal and sensual to the fore, heightening senses and sensation. Dominance and submission is an undercurrent in interactions, whether as wolf or human. The nature of the beast is close to the surface, even in the human form, and as such, the love and loyalty of the werewolf, while hard won, is not to be taken lightly.
This is one of the many reasons why I love writing about werewolves, and exploring the mating of werewolf and human. It’s a fantastic synergy of natures, and it brings me back for more, every time.
Speaking of coming back for more, my newest werewolf short story combines two of my favorite things: highwaymen and werewolves! The Highwayman of Colby Heath is coming out in Torquere’s soon-to-be-released anthology Mine.
And to think, I learned all this from my dog!
To show my gratitude, both to Mimi the Cranky Lady Rottie and everyone out there reading, I’m going to give away a copy of my Torquere Sip, Tale of the Black Dog, about another lone wolf and the man who loves him, set in a very special pub on the lonely Suffolk moors, where nothing is quite what it seems...
Just visit http://www.kateroman.com/drawentry.php and gimme a suggestion for the name of my new dog! That’s right, Mimi’s getting a sister, a little 6-year-old rescued daschund. We’ve met her a couple times now at her foster mom’s house, but from the first, it was obvious how Mimi felt.
A feeling Rob and Jamie can certainly relate to. :)
