I am so excited to be part of a little book blitzing. Nothing says awesome like a ton of bloggers talking non stop about some great books and once you see the covers oh you will be so pleased.
On top on that awesome cake is the giveaway icing. One book from each lady. From Stephanie an ebook copy of Unraveling Midnight and from Annie Nicholas a copy of any of her older works as Sigma Force will not be out for a while yet. Open Internationally. Leave a comment with which book you’d like Annie’s or Stephanie’s and I shall pick the winners oh a week from now. So the 24th.
Now read up and enjoy.
Unraveling Midnight by Stephanie Beck
Scott, a lone werewolf expelled from his pack, bends over backward to give his kids everything he can – including knitting lessons for his daughter. Learning to knit becomes much more appealing with Lucy Jamieson as the teacher. His heightened senses tell him the compassionate and beautiful human might be what he and his little band need, yet getting involved with Lucy means exposing her to his paranormal reality.
Although Lucy’s childhood skewed her expectations of family, she recognizes and respects Scott’s desire to protect and provide for his kids. When Scott is hit by a truck, Lucy offers to help with the kids–and gets more than she bargained for after learning Scott’s true nature.
Scott still rested when Lucy turned on the little lamp beside the loveseat on the opposite wall of the room. He was so big, yet on the couch, he looked smaller. Pain did that to a person and her heart broke a little. She wished she could do something for him. She twisted the metal cap off the beer bottle and tried to be quiet, but it hissed when it released.
Scott’s eyes flew open and she wished she’d grabbed a glass of water.
“Sorry I woke you,” she whispered. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, not at all. Help yourself to whatever you want.”
He looked a little off, but she couldn’t quite place what was wrong. Were his eyes blurry?
“Are you feeling okay, Scott? Can I bring you some water or anything?”
“I feel funny,” he said, his grin cockeyed and adorable. Cute or not, warning bells went off in Lucy’s head.
“Fever, maybe?” She set aside her beer and hurried to him, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. “Oh, honey, you’re burning up.”
“Mmm.” He rubbed his head to her hand like an animal begging for a petting. His hand snuck out from his blanket and Lucy started when it wrapped just above her knee. “You smell so good.”
She laughed lightly. “I’m glad you think so, Scott. I need to find your Tylenol. Where do you keep it, so I can get you some to bring this fever down?”
“No meds. It’ll pass.” He kept rubbing his face to her hand. “Mmmm, so good. Everyone should smell as good as you.”
“Oh.” He massaged her thigh and, though his hand didn’t move up, it kept her attention. “Scott, you need to let me loose so I can get you some medication, sweetie.”
“I’d like to be your sweetie,” he said. “I’d even let you call me stupid stuff like cupcake.”
The fever had to be loosening up his tongue. The stoic, tough Scott she’d known so far wasn’t so chatty, but still, it was incredibly nice to hear his silly words directed at her.
“You should come snuggle me,” Scott said, tucking her hand beneath his cheek. “You know, in case I get the chills or something.”
“Right, I don’t see that happening, big boy. You need to sleep this off if you don’t think Tylenol will help.”
“Naw, doesn’t work. Just snuggles and pets soothe the wolf.”
Her confusion at his odd words was probably the reason she let herself be tugged down to sit on the sofa near his head. In a flash, he had his head docilely in her lap and the crazy talk was done, Scott back to sleep.
She sighed. How she got herself into situations like this, she’d never know. Maybe she was too nice. She should have been more firm with Scott. If she had, she’d be enjoying her beer. She rested her hand on his shaved head. It was a little warm and since it seemed to soothe him, she stroked her hand from his forehead to his neck. She had to admit the change of seating wasn’t that bad. If she were across the room in her chair with a beer, she wouldn’t be touching Scott.
The unexpected tradeoff was better than she’d have thought. He was softer than he looked and even though he always said she smelled good, he was the one who really smelled different. A really wonderful different.
WARNING: Hot dominating sex, an action packed evening, and a first date gone all to hell.
“Hey.” Sugar’s gaze wandered away from Sam’s as she checked behind him. “I’m almost ready. Daedalus couldn’t make it?”
He shook his head. He could make excuses for the vampire, but stayed silent.
Her smile faded a little. “That’s okay. Me and you always manage to have fun together no matter what.” She tried to hide her hurt feelings, but he’d known Sugar long enough to see through the veil of cheer.
The nurse set the wheelchair next to her and locked it.
Sugar reached for the far armrest with her good hand and shifted her weight to the edge of the bed.
His heart dropped and he stepped forward, ready to lift her in his arms, but the nurse gave him a don’t-you-dare look over Sugar’s head.
With halted grace, Sugar shuffled onto the chair and settled her paralyzed limbs. He understood the need for her independence, but it destroyed a piece of his soul each time he watched her move.