About:
Tess Demakis loves the city
life. The noise, the lights, the people. Everything about the rush feels like
home. The only thing missing is a spark with any of the pack males. After her
and her twin sister's twenty-fifth birthday passes, she'd thought for sure one
of the handsome men in her aunt's pack might've been meant for her.
- No. Such. Luck. -
Patrick O'Hearn just got
back home from a long tour overseas with his SEAL unit. The big grizzly is
ready to lie back and enjoy the snowy mountain inn retreat his brother
renovated last year, meet his brother's wife and some of her family, enjoy good
food, etc. The last thing he ever expected was to find a mate, especially not
his sister-in-law.
Now he can't think of
anything but unwrapping the gorgeous sassy blonde and making her his forever.
- Best. Christmas. Ever. -
Excerpt:
Tess
turned to see a giant of a man filling the front doorway. His piney scent
filled her lungs and her magick prickled with excitement.
“Patrick!”
Scott walked to the doorway and embraced the newcomer. Margaret waddled her way
over as well and was instantly enveloped into the two grizzly bears’ arms.
“Another
bear?” Hallie whispered into her ear.
“I
bet it’s his brother,” Tess said.
“Patrick,
this is my wife, Margaret. And that crowd of friends in the great room,” Scott
gestured to the group, “is part of the Vegas and New York Demakis wolf packs.”
“Good
to meet you, Margaret.” Patrick’s voice carried through the room. “Scott can’t
ever stop talking about you when I call home.”
Patrick
gave Margaret a quick kiss on the forehead and the three of them moved together
toward the great room.
“Everyone,
this is my brother, Patrick. I didn’t say anything before, because we weren’t
sure if he’d get his discharge papers before or after Christmas.” Scott
proceeded to introduce him to each person in the room.
Tess
followed his every movement and drank in his tantalizing scent. When Scott
introduced her, Patrick’s beautiful blue eyes settled on her and all processing
capabilities fled her body. All she managed was a squeaked “hi” and a lame
wave.
Moisture
pooled between her legs and her mouth went dry. Visions of them naked and
entwined in sheets danced through her head. OMG!
What was wrong with her?
“It’s him,” her
wolf whispered.
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Author Bio ~
Krystal Shannan
goes to sleep every night dreaming of mythical realms with werewolves,
vampires, fae, and dragons. Occasional a fabulous, completely human story slips
into the mix, but powers and abilities usually crop up without fail, twisting
reality into whatever her mind can conceive.
As a child, her
parents encouraged her interests in Ancient Greek and Roman mythology and all
things historical and magickal. As an adult the interests only grew. She is a
child of Neverland and refuses to ever stop believing in fairies.
She is guilty of
indulging and being a Buffy the Vampire Slayer groupie as well as an Angel fan.
For those of you unfamiliar with the world of Joss Whedon, you are missing out!
She also makes sure to watch as many action and adventure movies as possible.
The more exciting the better. Yippee-Ki-Yay..... If you don't know the end of
that phrase, then you probably don't like the same movies.
She writes
stories full of action, snark, magick, and heart-felt emotion. If you are
looking for leisurely paced sweet romance, her books are probably not for you.
But, for those looking for a magical ride, filled with adventure, passion, and
just a hint of humor. Welcome home.
Krystal Shannan
Putting Magick in
Romance one Soul Mate at a Time.
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