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“Do you need help with your back?” She rose.
The question came out of the blue. To his surprise, Celia got up and walked toward the tub. Leaning over the squat table to retrieve the soap, she began to lather his back.
What was she up to? Seth stilled in the water. His next thought had nothing to do with the cooling temperature of the water. He realized the true reason he’d been driven to get back to the ranch so quickly, which had nothing to do with her safety and everything to do with her.
The stroke of her fingers along his back had him tensing and sent blood rushing to his shaft. Seth closed his eyes and willed himself to focus on something else. His back muscles twitched as her hands glided up and down in a slow, rhythmic dance along his backbone.
“Seth, I wanted you to know how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me.” Her voice sounded like distant music. “I don’t think I would have made it without you.”
Trying valiantly to regain his composure, Seth sat in the water in silence for a time. Her words sounded sincere. Then as if driven, he slowly leaned back in the tub. He had to admit, if she was toying with him, she was damn good at deception. “No need to thank me, Celia. You’ll always be able to count on me.” Seth took mental stock one more time and assured himself he was in control. But the need churning inside him had other ideas. One look into those emerald green orbs and his heart gave a little lurch. His mind simply stopped working.
Celia’s fingers continued to glide over his soap-slicked skin. With each stroke, her fingertips were sending molten heat straight to his loins.
They reminded him of satin. He wanted more.
Before he realized what he was doing, he reached out and clasped the nape of her neck. Feeling her start to pull back, Seth whispered, “Relax girl, I won’t hurt you.” With his eyes on her lips, Seth hesitated briefly, searching for something – anything, which would let him know how she would react. Then he reached up and took her mouth with his. The hunger breaking free had nothing to do with sensibilities. This time he coaxed her mouth to open and let him taste the sweetness of her tongue. Seth’s pulse hummed as her lips gave warm and tender under his. She opened for him like a flower and Seth tasted the warmth of her lips, which were pliant against his. He groaned softly. She tasted like honey and the line of her throat like cream heated by the sun. He thoroughly explored the inside of her mouth and then the slender neckline she offered when her head lolled to the side on her own gentle moan. Slowly he discovered every slick, wet curve of her mouth. His teeth grazed her lips and tasted the salt of hunger in her response. Did she want him as much as he wanted her right now?
Celia exhaled and her eyelids fluttered shut.
The hunger growing inside him knew only one end. Long agile fingers sank deep into the silken strains of her hair as he levered himself up the side of the tub angling for a better hold on her warm skin. Cupping her head in his big hand, he kissed her again. This time it was with the fever of need. A need he’d, long ago, locked away. It surged up from the cold depths of his own desire and rocked Seth with its intensity. Taking her mouth in an attack meant to capture and possess, Seth realized too late he was losing the battle with reason, but he’d lost the will to care. She tasted so good. Her head fell to the side on another soft sigh of pleasure. Seth found himself trailing long wet, ardent kisses down her neck. The soft dip of her collarbone was a perfect place for him to linger. He could feel the blood pulsing there, just under her skin. Her smell, the smell of roses was all around him. Another soft moan escaped. So full of life, a life he’d thought he’d never hold in his arms again. The warning bells were going off in his head by then. His blood was roaring in his ears. He was in too deep to heed any of it. He felt like a drowning man with no desire for rescue.
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Convening near the glade Ty had rescued Sonja from the first night she’d experienced the change, the small band of ragtag refugees huddled close to listen to plans for the next day. Each man among them had long ago relinquished dreams of the future. None among them held any far-flung notions of tomorrow. No, there was only survival and each minute a precious reminder of how quickly their fates could change.
Understanding Ty’s hatred of the Yankees and how hard it was to contain his fury, Sonja said little. As she thought of all the south had suffered at the hands of these bastards, a kindred spirit emerged regarding their plight. Unable to justify even the human Yankees position, she had no intention of letting him die for her. Though the sparks flew whenever the subject was brought up, she secretly vowed she’d leave before she let that happen.
Sonja waited until the briefing ended to separate herself from the men and clean up. Having the stench of vampires lingering on her skin and in her nostrils warranted a bath. With Hortence standing guard, she stripped down and waded into the stream. More bruising and discoloration had disappeared, she noted. Still stiff from the battle, she sank into the water. Chilly, though it was, she revealed in the pleasure of a few moments to relax. Her nerves, so frayed from the battle as well as finding and rescuing Ty, began to unknot. Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to wander a bit. A dream, which had haunted her sleep the last few days, came back to her in great detail. Awake, she began to go through the images forming before her.
In the dream, Sonja and Ty battled the vampires back yet again. This time, the bloodsuckers appeared in uncountable numbers. Somehow separated each battled the Yankees on their own. The demons advanced toward her in a surge of insurmountable proportion. Ty’s growl of fury echoed in her mind as she lashed out at the oncoming demons. Fear poured through her when she heard his cry for help. Being only two against so many, she worried for his safety even with the gift of superior power. She couldn’t reach him!
Suddenly, an almost discernible ripple in the water had Sonja’s eyes opening and a soft gasp leaving her lips. Ty’s hands surrounded her waist in the water, pulling her close. He stood beside her naked and aroused against her stomach. The delirious sensation of desire warmed her as he made sure their bodies came together making her aware of him all along her length. His pride swelled with their combined heat and she moaned aloud with pleasure. “You certainly know how to make an entrance, Lieutenant.”
He grinned that wolfish grin of his, which had every nerve in her body going on high alert. Her attraction to this man could not be denied, nor could she deny how much she cared for him and wanted desperately to protect him. Even if his male pride wouldn’t recognize her efforts. After making love at night, Sonja would lie awake as her exhausted brain tried desperately to devise a way to keep him safe. He may have feelings for her, but this mess wasn’t of his making. He didn’t deserve to endure the hardships dumped upon him.
Ty lowered his head and captured her lips bringing her attentions back to focus on the man.
“My woman is thinking again, I see.” He nipped her bottom lip before switching his attentions to her earlobe followed by the tender skin along her neck.
“Of late, I think a lot. Still, I can’t find the answers.” She dropped her head back as his tongue lingered near her collarbone. His teeth found the taste of her enticing. Before she could object, he’d taken her mouth again in a kiss more forceful than the first. Scorching her with its intensity, branding her with its fire, the kiss drove Sonja to simply stand, unable to move in the sizzling heat of his embrace.
“You needed worry about answers. They will come.” Ty’s breath, warm and moist on her skin shoved rational thoughts to the back of the line as he traced the swell of one wet breast to the taut peak. The sensation of his mouth on her flesh, nursing her nipple tugged at her coherency. Soon the pull on her womb from his attentions brought a creamy warmth to pool between her legs. Lax with desire, Sonja held on with everything she had left. “Have you finished your bath, my lady?”
The question seemed rhetorical to Sonja. “If I wasn’t would it matter?” she chided. Wanting to prick his conscience, she ran a slip, damp finger along the bridge of his perfectly straight Choctaw nose. “You sir aren’t behaving like a gentleman. What’s a poor defenseless girl to do?”
“Well, since you ask, I can think of a thing or two she could do.” Without another word, he scooped her up and sloshed out of the water. Sonja considered he would deposit her on the bank and allow her to get dressed.
She was wrong. Instead, Ty carried her further from the water’s edge before gently laying her back on a blanket she hadn’t realized was there. On the cover of a great old oak tree, he stretched out beside her and used his shirt to dry her limbs before throwing the voluminous dress she had taken off over them both as protection from anyone who should happen upon them.
Her body hummed with anticipation as he ran his long, lean hand slowly down her slight curves to the crisp hair of her mound. Unable to take her eyes off his profile, Sonja’s breath caught in a surge of yearning so abrupt and intense it felt like pain.
“Ah, my woman wants me, I wager. You’ve missed me while I was gone?” His voice had gone low with desire. Slipping two fingers inside the heat of her need, Ty stroked steadily.
Sonja could have floated on such a whisper-thin cloud of sensation forever. No one had ever made her feel like this man did. Certainly not her first husband, Robert, rest his dead soul. Sex had been merely a means to an end with him, nothing to compare to this dissent into paradise with Ty.
“Tell me, Sonja, did you miss me? I want to hear the words.” The thinly veiled passion in his eyes stirred her longing to new heights as he worked a third finger inside her. Sonja felt her muscles tighten as desire warmed her to the core.
“Yes, I missed you so much.” Reaching up, she sank her hand into his long dark hair, which was still damp from the stream. “Please, Ty. I want you inside me.”
“Soon, Sonja, soon. But first, I want to taste you. I want to capture your need and drink you in like wine.” His mouth grazed her nipple as his fingers continued their onslaught.
Sonja arched with the contact of his mouth on her breast. The tug of his mouth sent her spiraling down into a world where only need and desire reigned supreme. Any other thoughts vanished into oblivion.
Grazing his jaw against her stomach as he traveled lower, he growled low in his throat. “Um, this is what a man wants to come home to.” Parting her legs, he slid between her thighs. With hot, whispers of breath, he feathered his mouth along the silken skin in a path to her core.
Sonja arched with a groan from deep inside her depths. This man wanted her like she could never have imagined and she would give herself to him completely. No question of holding back surfaced in the assault on her senses. He was her mate and she would give herself freely to him now and forever.
With a sound akin to a howl, Ty rose up and thrust himself inside Sonja, burying himself to the hilt. Slowly at first, he moved, setting a steady pace. His thrusts spoke of procession as he captured her eyes with desire lighting his. Forcefully he plunged again and again as he rode the wave of passion’s fury.
It was like looking into his soul for Sonja. Her hunger for him drove her on. Furthering the fever of her need with the exhilaration of seeing his so ripe and ample. With release upon him, he forced his head back and growled at the moon overhead as he filled her with his seed.
In the quiet of love’s aftermath, Sonja stroked the lines of her lover’s muscled chest. His slow, steady breathing spoke of contentment. Marveling at the complete sensation of fulfillment, Sonja rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes in the twilight of their mating. What will we do now, Ty?” Her question came from the pent up emotions she kept under lock and key. No real purpose in them, except to plan for the morrow. She felt his attention shift from the groggy state of semi-consciousness to fully awake and with him spooned behind her, his mind wasn’t the only thing fully awake.
“We’ll make plans to leave tomorrow,” he said.
She sighed and a small smile crept over her face. So glad to be leaving the dreaded area, which she’d called home only a little over a week before. Now the mention of the area put her on high alert.
Ty let his hands roam freely over her with backside, molding his hands to her behind. “I needed to do this. You understand, Sonja.”
He seldom used her proper name, choosing to call her by his pet name instead. Where he’d gotten ‘Nymph’ from she couldn’t be sure. Still, the endearment warmed her like the man did. His breath was on her neck, as he tasted her nape, lingering over her shoulder to enjoy the sweet flavor he assured her only she processed. The warmth of his attentions urged her to forget all the troubles, which never left her conscious person. In this man’s arms, she enjoyed sex like never before. His readiness to please her, his stamina and above all, his inherent talent for giving her exactly what she needed made Tyler Loflin unique among men. He’d called her his woman and she couldn’t think of him in any other frame but her man. Hortence and the Guardian referred to him as her mate. The term agreed with her despite its relationship to her being a werewolf, to both of them being werewolves.
Ty nudged closer to her bottom, giving her cheek a good rub with his arousal. Hard as granite, he plied her for what they both wanted, which was more. Finding it impossible to get enough of each other, soon, Sonja knew she would find herself with child. The thought didn’t alarm her as it had before. No, in fact, having Tyler’s baby was something she daydreamed. A gush of feminine awareness brought her back as his magical hands followed a familiar path between her legs. The distinct warmth flooding the area between her legs didn’t ebb though she attempted to concentrate on something else.
It was as if a primitive force inside him demanded he reach for her. Somehow, she recognized the call. Sonja turned to him and nuzzled the warm skin along the strong column of his neck. There his heart beat strong and solid against her lips. With one hand on his chest and the other fisted in his long mane of dark hair, she moved in capturing his bottom lip, giving him a hard nip. With the taste of her still on his mouth, the kiss managed to arouse and tantalize her further. The call grew stronger. Wanton need swelled in them both. The flames of passion fanned out and caught them up in the fireball. While the stars sparkled overhead and the old oak sheltered the two, Ty and Sonja succumbed to the desire burning beyond their control.
The Lady in the Mist, The Western Werewolf Legend #1 has received a four star review from the Jeep Diva! I’m thrilled and humbled by Rachel’s kind words about the story line. Since many of you know that the second book in the series, Waking Up Dead will be coming out any day now, I wanted to share the review and give you a chance to read the free sample available at Amazon, Smashwords and Barnes & Noble.
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Review: Lady in the Mist by Catherine Wolffe
The Lady in the Mist (The Western Werewolf Legend #1)
By: Catherine Wolffe
Ebook: 109 pages
Source: Author for an honest review
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: The Western Werewolf Legend #1
The Civil War took Sonja Brooks’ husband and left her alone. Unprotected and scared, she runs headlong into a life changing event when she’s attacked by a pack of wolves. Her fate as a werewolf is sealed. When she stumbles upon Ty Loflin, a Rebel solider dying of his wounds, she nurses him back to health. He’s the perfect mate, but will he want her once he knows the truth?
In Book 1 of this new series by Award-winning author Catherine Wolffe, the Western Werewolf Legend weaves a new blend of western romance with paranormal elements involving werewolves and vampires.
This was a very enjoyable werewolf story even though there are vampires in it. It takes place during the Civil War and it makes for an interesting setting. Of course vampires are the enemy of the werewolves. This story was a really good introduction to the series and I can’t wait to read the next one.
The two main characters struggle to come to terms with everything going on and the changes taking place in both of them. Ty seems like the perfect man to be Sonja’s mate. Sonja did seem a little annoying to me a few times with her reluctance to tell Ty the truth and then running from him when he changes. However it all worked out in the end. The Guardian in this story is a little bit of a mystery. I am not sure if he is a god or maybe father of the werewolves or what. I like the mystery of it though. The witch in the story is helping Sonja along the way and plays a big part in this story too.
In this story the vampires are not the hot romantic men of the paranormal romance novels. They are vicious, blood sucking, scheming, killing machines but I think the wolves can take them. I normally prefer vampires to werewolves but in this story I am definitely all about the werewolves.
This book was short. You would be able to read it in a couple sittings but it is worth the time to read it and I am awaiting the sequel to see what happens next and where Ty and Sonja go.
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Today’s Thursday Teaser teaser is a portion of Ty’s admission from The Lady in the Mist. He wrestles with his doubt, never dreaming Sonja harbors some of the same feelings. His lineage and military background are septic to most people of the North, but not Sonja.Sonja shoved against him, protesting weakly to be free. “Wait…” He continued his attack. Soon she ceased to struggle. Instead, she laced her arms around his neck, her fingers running up into his hair, before fisting in the strands. The kiss shifted before turning ardent and tender. Ty sensed the need she harbored in the way she molded her firm breasts to him. Her breath came out in a whisper when he released her mouth. He yearned to be able to cherish the woman he held in his arms, but he was reminded of who he was.
“I’m the enemy as well.” Ty hated to admit the truth aloud but he had to put all his cards on the table.
She sniffed rubbing a hand under her nose. “Why because you’re a Rebel soldier or a half-breed?”
“Most places I go, the sentiment is the same.” He shook his head. “You deserve better. You have to understand I’ve been alone for so long, the pain doesn’t concern me anymore. But you have your whole life ahead of you. You deserve better than the existence you’d have with me.” He gathered her closer until he could feel her blood beneath her skin. “You have no idea how badly I want you. It’s as if a piece of me dies each time I look at you and know I can’t be the man for you.”
“Why do you say I have my whole life ahead of me? You don’t know me, Ty. I’m not the beautiful, pristine woman you take me for.”
His hands ached to reach out sinking his fingers into her long mane. She’d used his given name for the first time. His soul ached for her as he stood there in her bedroom with the air fairly burning around them. He had found his mate. All the years of loneliness ebbed away. The pain of being an outcast dissolved in her hold. The desire to know this woman intimately spiraled out of control. Shoved at the confines of reality, he hacked out a small piece of bliss right there in her arms.
Burying his head in the curls at her neck, Ty gave in to the need to put his hunger into words. “Christ, Sonja. Never say you aren’t perfect, lovely and all the things a woman should be. You’re wonderful.” He leaned back to look in her tawny eyes. The heat in them could melt all his troubles away, Ty mused. Tapping a fist on his chest, he furrowed his brow. “I’m to blame, I can’t help myself. I shouldn’t even be asking this, but I want you so bad. Let me lie with you, if only for the night.” Ty grazed her nape with his teeth, the sensation running through him. She tasted of honeysuckle.
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Spring is always a good time of the year to slow down and reflect on the simple joys around us. We may have to look closely and dig through some pollen to get to those joys, yet they are there if we will only open our eyes to their magnificence. The sky turns a warmer blue and the birds sing their happy songs. The earth begins to emerge in Mother Nature’s magnificent glory. We start to hope for better days and the future looks brighter simply because the sun shines a bit more. The snow melts to expose the treasures of fledgling plants surging toward new life. Showers fill the creeks and feed the vegetation in promise of a greener earth.
I chose this time of the year to share my book with readers. The Lady in the Mist is the the first offering in The Western Werewolf Legend series. With Waking up Dead’s ebook release at the end of the month, I wanted to give the readers a chance to hold The Lady in their hands. If they like, an autographed copy is available from me. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org or you can pm me at https://www.facebook.com/AwardWinningAuthorCatherineWolffe for the price and details. Nothing means more to me than hearing from those who read my work and enjoy the story. Please drop me a line and share your thoughts. I’d love to hear from you.
I considered the release of Waking up Dead for April because of the parallel of a new start to go along with the story line of the book. Ty and Sonja are in search of such a new beginning and their journey starts with the closing of a chapter. The world they knew so well has become a dangerous place. They have to flee. The trip is made more dangerous with the added responsibility of protecting those they care about. Here’s an excerpt between Sonja and her sister as they leave the familiar for the unknown. I hope you enjoy reading the excerpt as much as I enjoy bringing this portion of their story to you.
Sonja allowed the mule-team to have their head. The trail was narrow with little room to wander. The canvas-covered wagon followed those of the Rebel soldiers Ty had saved. Were the men uneasy about the trip? Her own apprehensions coupled with the unknown path ahead warred for position in her head. Hoping to relieve her own unease, Sonja glanced at her sister seated beside her. “Briann, you’ve said little since we left town. Are you sorry you came with us?”
Sonja’s sister glanced at her before focusing straight ahead.“No, I’m not sorry. A little sad to have grown up and lived in the same place for so long. Now to be driven away by Perkins and his vultures makes me angry.” She paused and glanced at her boys asleep in her lap. “Where are we headed?” Laying a hand on the boys’ weary heads, she smiled when her children yawned openly.
“South.” Sonja peered up ahead at the wagons they’d procured for the journey. The Confederate soldiers had all changed into civilian clothing thanks to Hortence and her spells. South sounded like a far-away place and the idea made Sonja nervous. Her hands wanted to shake. She gripped the reins tighter. The road, so far, had wound around bends and up hills before spilling into another valley with new growth greening more readily the further they went. “I’m sorry I got you into this mess.” The words came unbidden. Sonja didn’t give them time to linger before she smiled for her younger sister. Briann was beautiful with her long waves of coppery fire. The boys resembled their mom and Sonja secretly hoped they always would. A smattering of bright freckles dusted their noses and pert pink lips formed perfect bows in their cherub faces. Love swelled in her chest when she watched them in all their innocence. Her family – what was left of it was precious to her. She tried not to think of what she would do if anything happened to them.
Briann quieted again. Sonja wanted to give her sister some comfort, some support. However, the danger they all faced remained a grave deterrent. She slapped the reins over the horse’s rump and steered the team to follow the wagon ahead of theirs.
The gentle sway of the wagons proved mesmerizing. Sonja was already tired and they’d barely cleared Pennsylvania. Ty had secured several wagons to help with the refugees who couldn’t walk properly. Sonja drove one, while Smitty and Conners drove the other two.
“Sonja, if anything should happen to me, will you see to the boys?”
The pain of her sister’s statement weighed heavy on her chest. “Don’t talk like that, please. We’ll be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you or the boys, I promise.”
Her sister’s beautiful green eyes gleamed with unshed tears. “Don’t promise things you can’t deliver, Sis.”
“You don’t think I can protect you?”
“It’s not that. I know you’d do everything you could to see us safely out of harm’s way. Fate may have other ideas. That’s all.”
They rode side by side for a long time without saying anything.
Truth sometimes had a way of crippling one’s notions of their abilities. Sonja would speak to Hortence and the Guardian about Briann’s fears. Surely, her sister was mistaken about her abilities. She was her sister whom she loved more than life itself. If she had to give up her gift to save her sister, she’d gladly do it.
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The countdown to the release of Waking up Dead, The Western Werewolf Legend # 2 continues with the addition of a book trailer. Hugh Jackman is my inspiration for Tyler Loflin and he appears in the trailer.
Now, here’s a blurb for Waking up Dead:
Tyler and Sonja face insurmountable obstacles when they discover the vampires posing as Yankee soldiers desire their blood. The vultures will use any means necessary to get what they want, even harming Sonja’s family. Under the vampires noses, Tyler and Sonja execute a midday escape, taking Tyler’s men with them.
Escaping on a slow wagon train trip south where anything can happen, Tyler and Sonja face danger at every pass. Trusting few, they travel a treacherous road to freedom. Responsible for not only Sonja, but everyone else on the train, Tyler struggles with the demands of being a werewolf who’s not only temperamental but in love with another werewolf.
Sonja needs to prove she’s strong and worthy of her ‘gift’. Her determination doesn’t always set well with those she cares about. Running into opposition isn’t something new for this she-wolf as she faces each objection to her plans.
Hortence, the witch, the Guardian and Confederate Major General, Jeb Stewart are some of the odd group of protectors that believe in her and the ‘gift’. Despite all their assistance, Tyler finds his job difficult. She’s placing herself in harm’s way and he’s the one who must save her.
Will the enemy kidnap her from under their noses or will the vampires boldly take her in the heat of battle? Don’t miss the answer to this question and others as Tyler and Sonja’s journey in discovering what it means to be a werewolf in love continues.
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Thursdays, this month, are saved for snippets from The Lady in the Mist, The Western Werewolf Legend #1. The second book in this series is coming soon, so I wanted to devote Thursdays to sharing small parts of Tyler and Sonja’s story with the readers. Please drop me a line and let me know what you think. Remember, you can pick up a sample of the story at Amazon entitled, The Lady in the Mist, A Werewolf’s tale for free!
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Driven by some inner demon, Ty sank deeper and deeper into her heat as the nymph turned sorceress writhed under him. Her moans gave way to growls of pleasure as the hunger grew in them both. Urged on by the craving, Sonja dug her nails into Ty’s back. He tasted blood inside his mouth as teeth bit and tongues searched for sucker. His world spiraled upward, the fever pitch, the likes of which he’d never experienced. Pain became pleasure and ache became longing as this woman matched his lusty thrusts with a furor of her own until their appetites brought them to the pinnacle of the storm. Ty’s world exploded into thousands of tiny lights as he watched her come. Following her lead, he spilled his seed into her.
In the twilight of their coupling, Ty watched as she slept and marveled at the bliss he found in this woman’s arms. Sonja held him captive and he wouldn’t know peace without her by his side. Vowing he’d do everything in his power to keep her there, he drifted downward to be cradled in her arms.
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