Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Book Excerpt and Blog: Whitley Cox

Love, Passion and Power: Part 1
Whitley Cox
He was her new beginning; she was his undoing...

When personal trainer Kendra Black saw millionaire Justin Williams walk through her door all she saw was money and a practiced swagger. A man who's used to getting what he wants, especially when it comes to women. But Kendra is startled to realize that there is more to Justin than meets the eye, he’s kind and funny and brilliant, and she wants him, desperately. Unable to resist Kendra or her fiery spirit and zest for life, right from the start, Justin pursues her, only her troubled childhood holds her back. She’s been running from love for so long, she doesn’t know how to stop and let it catch up.
Elated when Kendra finally gives into their attraction, Justin jumps in with both feet, only his hectic and demanding life continues to interfere, and Kendra’s past comes creeping back and the two are tested. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionate and physical adventure, Justin discovers Kendra’s secrets and fears while exploring and uncovering his own wild and dark desires.

Love, Passion and Power: Part 1
The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series Book 1
***Coming January 29, 2016***
Available for pre-order


“This is a nice place,” Sam cooed as we stumbled into Justin’s house around midnight. “You guys live here together?” she loosened her tie and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. This chick didn’t waste any time!
“No, no!” I corrected, perhaps a bit too quickly, causing Justin to give me a questioning look. “It’s… this is not my decorating taste. Too modern and sterile.” Justin raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.
“So you don’t live together?” she asked again, taking her blouse off and tossing it on to the couch, revealing a very sexy, lacy, white push-up bra that was doing a damn fine job of pushing up her delicious looking tits.
“No,” I repeated. Justin went into the kitchen and poured us all a sniffer of Brandy. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her breasts, they were magnificent. All I wanted to do was run the pad of my thumb across her nipples and bury my head between their pillowy softness. Suddenly I felt very self-conscious about my own modest B-cups.
“Are you guys a couple?”
“We’re working on it,” he cut in. Handing each of us a short boxy tumbler of liquor. I took a sip and it burned my throat causing me to cough a bit.
“So should we take this to the bedroom?” Sam sing-songed as she circled behind me and started unzipping my dress. It fell to the ground like quicksilver, leaving me standing there in a strapless cream and black bustier with matching thong. The inhale of Justin’s breath told me he was surprised and pleased with my choice of lingerie.
“Yes, let’s!” he added eagerly, having already removed his jacket and starting to loosen his tie and unbutton his dress shirt.



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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Release Day: Triple Cursed by Shakuita Johnson


The end is near...
Death is coming for them's only a matter of time. Who will die and who will live? The monsters are no longer hiding and they have murder in their hearts.
A challenge has been issued and it's time to soak the fields in blood. A power thought long ago banished has resurfaced and she only has one thing in mind: total destruction.
Can the powers-that-be ban together in time to stop her and unleash their weapons upon her or will the world, as they know it, cease to exist forever?


About the Book

Triple Cursed
by Shakuita Johnson
Dark Indiscretions #4
Urban Fantasy
Paranormal Romance
Publication Date
November 29, 2016

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About Shakuita Johnson

shakuita-johnsonShakuita Johnson is a 31-year-old Psychology major. When she isn't going to school or working, she is doing what she loves most. Writing. She started writing in middle school. She would write poetry in her room or the middle of the night. Then she was introduced to short stories in a creative writing course her senior year. Her love for paranormal and supernatural started with R.L. Stine Goosebumps books and TV shows, Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles, and Christopher Pike books. She is an avid reader with over 100 books on her bookshelf and 1000 plus on her iPad. She also loved to watch Charmed and Buffy the Vampire Slayer with her mom.
Dark Indiscretions is her first novel and is a Paranormal Thriller. She has followed it up with Dark Indiscretions: Monster Unleashed, Dark Indiscretions: A Prequel, Dark Indiscretions: Seer Destined and Rumspringa (Dark Indiscretions #3.5).
She also released her Dark Romance which has a bit of suspense entitled And So She Waited.
She is currently working on her first erotica serial Kiss and Tell: Encounters of a Prostitute and the final two Dark Indiscretions books.

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Monday, November 28, 2016

Author Interview with Cailin Briste


Genre: Science Fiction Romance, Erotic Romance

What’s the kinkiest, sexiest thing you’ve ever done:

Hmmm. I’m not sure I want to admit to that. The biggest stretch for me, something I wasn’t totally comfortable with but did any way, was sex in public. And, no, it didn’t get easier on repeat. And, no, we never got caught.

How bad do you get with your writing, are we talking just suggestion or down right bondage?

Downright bondage. I go way past bondage sometimes into things that may make my readers uncomfortable, but it always has purpose behind it. In Maon the first kink scene included cock and ball torture. Dr. K had a hard time reading that, but it was integral to who Maon was and how he perceived himself. In this instance, it wasn’t about sex.

What’s the best thing you’ve ever written—the best line?

I’m not sure I have a best line I’ve written, but I do have a scene I love. Here’s a bit of it:
Randolph settled back and took a swig from his beer. “I don’t get the puke joke. Something about Selina’s pink dress.”
“Morning sickness,” Shane said.
“God, kids.”
“He bought it lock, stock, and barrel,” Shane agreed.
“Better him than me,” Randolph said. “Just being at a wedding scares the crap out of me.”
Shane laughed. “No worries. There’s not a Tallavan woman alive that’d marry either one of us. Off planet, we do the asking. We’re safe.”
“Mmmpf,” Randolph agreed.
Shane’s book is first in the series, so those who are reading it in publication order already know that Shane has found his one true love. And as far as Randolph being safe, not a chance. He’s next up.

If you could have any movie star take on a role as one of your heroes, who would it be?

I’ve played with the celebrity cast for Shane and blogged on my selections for Shane and Adrianna In Shane: Marshal of Tallav, Joe Manganiello would play Shane, and Rachel McAdams would play Adrianna. I’ll be posting more about the fantasy casts for both Shane and Maon: Marshal of Tallav in the future. I also have Pinterest boards for each of my novels that include cast photos and a board just for the House of Shirley (fashion design house) from Maon.

Size counts… on average how loooooonnnnnggg do you like your (um, how do we put it delicately) manuscripts to be ;> (in words silly, not inches) and how steamy?

My novels run between 90,000 and 100,000 words. My short stories run between 6,000 and 7,000 words. I’m working on a novella which I think will be about 20,000 words.

What are the hardest scenes to write for you?

The more emotionally intimate a scene becomes the harder it is for me to write. I tend to pull back and not get to the true heart of the scene. My editors don’t let me get away with this.

How close in real life have you gotten to one of your fantasies?

If you leave out fantasies that are not physically possible (yet – science fiction can become science fact), then I would have to say I’ve come close. The only factor that would keep me back would be the willingness of Dr. K. He was my fantasy come to life when I first met him, and he still is today.

Do your books have a message you want your readers to grasp?

I’m not a happy-for-now person. My books all have a happily-ever-after (HEA). Because I believe in marriage, my characters get married. I also like to play with viewpoints in my novels. So, the Sons of Tallav all come from a matriarchal planet where they struggle with their masculine nature in a society that has swapped traditional male/female roles. I explore what that would be like for dominant alpha men and how they struggle to find their HEA. if there's a message in that, it would be that inflexibility in society will always make life hard for those who don't fit the mold. But I don't preach that in the book. I can't stand books that make their "message" more important than the story. My books are all about the characters and their stories.

What would you want other writers and your readers to know about you?

I read as much as I write, and I think that makes me a better writer. While I write science fiction romance, I love Regency romance, mysteries, thrillers, fantasy, and military science fiction. Each of these genres influence my writing. For example, when I began writing the Sons of Tallav series set in the Federation several millennia in the future, I drew my own star map and figured out lots of technical details for how people traveled in space. Some of this is found in the books, especially Shane, but most of it was worldview building for myself, to get a sense of that universe. My readers didn’t need to know all that stuff, but I did. I’ve uploaded a Sons of Tallav glossary of terms to my free page that goes into greater depth for those readers who want more detail on my worldbuilding.

I also am very appreciative of advice and feedback from anyone willing to give it. When it comes to others' impressions of my book. I want to know the good, the bad, and the ugly. So, please post reviews of my books and let me know what you think. If there’s something you hate, I want to know. But I’ll also admit to wanting to know what you liked. I don’t write for myself. I write for you.

And finally, anything you would like to share with us, an excerpt, a tidbit, or anything else about yourself?

I’ll share a tidbit from my upcoming release Maon: Marshal of Tallav. This is the first time Maon sees Selina as a Domme. She’s disguised, so he has no idea who it is.
He caught a flash of color. Shit. He came to an abrupt halt, exploring the vision across the room. Burnt-orange corset, a tiny black skirt, full latex hood with a flame feathered mask, and black leather stiletto boots. Everything about her sizzled fiery hot. The flogger and whip hung at her hip and the riding crop in her hand screamed Domme. The sizzle didn’t stop at her accoutrements. The sight of her seared Maon. It wasn’t physically possible for a woman that small to have legs that long. Or was she just perfectly proportioned? Whatever. He would suffer burns to be near her.

Author Bio
Cailin has been writing fiction for five years and non-fiction for two decades. Her non-fiction work has been published in magazines and in a non-fiction anthology. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, the RWA Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Chapter, and the RWA Passionate Ink Chapter.

Cailin likes to flip convention on its head, creating a universe in which each planet is a study in different what ifs. What would happen to alpha men on a matriarchal planet where the women are not Dommes in the strictest sense but certainly have the attitude down pat? How would society handle it if girls born on their new planet developed empathic senses? Cailin throws her characters into these settings, heroes and heroines whose kink is a major defining attribute of their personality.

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Sunday, November 27, 2016

The Sons of Tallav – Sci Fi Romance Series by Cailin Briste

Maon: Marshal of Tallav (Sons of Tallav #2)
Cailin Briste
Published by: Loose Id
Release date: December 6, 2016
Genres: Adult, Science Fiction, Suspense, Romance

Maon Keefe has always been told he’s doomed to fail as a husband. He decides never to marry instead focusing on living life as a player and becoming a capable marshal of Tallav. When he is shot and the most-wanted criminal he’s escorting escapes, he fears that his career, his one success in life, is doomed. Assigned to ferret out the cause of missing shipments for a VIP aristocrat, he meets Selina Shirley CEO of the House of Shirley. He finds himself inexplicably attracted to her despite her frumpy appearance. When he meets a hooded and masked, scorching hot Domme, Lasair, at his friend’s BDSM club, he’s torn between the two women. Both fire his imagination and call to his submissive nature. Either might be the woman to change him into successful husband material.

Selina Shirley organizes her life like she organizes her business, taking control of all aspects of each. She’s concluded that she must marry to get an heir and that her future husband must be totally submissive. Mentored by the sector’s most famous sadist, she learns what it takes to be a proper Domme. Then, hidden behind a hood and mask, as Lasair, she meets Maon and her instant attraction to his full submission at the BDSM club leads her to break her own rules and become involved with him. But he’s also the marshal assigned to investigate thefts at her company. When his broad streak of protective alpha male comes into play, it obvious he’s not a 24/7 submissive. To stick to her plan to marry the perfect husband, she must ignore her heart and dump Maon.

Available Dec 6, 2016 

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Space travel held no appeal to Selina. The CEO of the sector’s leading fashion house, she’d accepted it as the necessity it was, but she’d be glad to get her feet on solid ground again. Her nose alone told her she wasn’t there yet. The air filtration system on the Beta Tau station did a better job than most at removing the metallic tang of C-trol, the fuel ships ran on in hyperspace that permeated all space stations. A harsh aftertaste still clung in silvered wisps to the more mundane odors of fried foods and roasting meats that tempted travelers to part with credits before heading down world or returning to space. No, she wasn’t there yet.
The strap of the portfolio slung over her shoulder slipped. A nudge and it was back in place. A trio of vacationers passed her, their excitement palpable in the pitch and volume of their voices. They hadn’t noticed Selina, but who would? Hidden inside the drab, shapeless dress that constituted her armor against amorous attentions, she was perfectly content to be overlooked. No one would credit the truth. She was on her way to the Whip Hand to meet the owner and notorious sadist Randolph Meryon. The drawings she carried in her portfolio were the first installment of a trade she’d made. He would become her mentor while she explored sexual domination, and she would design exclusive apparel for his staff.
The underlying frisson of unease that always attended her in space was sliding up and down her spine. But the churning in her stomach, while she walked along the companionway from the private ship docks, wasn’t caused by her fear of space. Her father’s death over a year ago had cemented a number of things in her mind. One was the need to acquire a husband. Knowledge that she was on the marriage market would set in motion the machinations of the aristocratic mamas of Tallav—some because of her wealth and others for the connection. She wrinkled her nose. Not going that route.
Her Domme lessons with Randolph were the initial step in a concise plan to find her perfect husband. Emphasis on her. Implementing that plan was the root of her anxiety, akin to the strain of her first business negotiation for the House of Shirley.
A couple, the woman tipping along in platform heels, were cuddling and cooing while they walked toward Selina. She averted her face, seeing but not really taking in the concourse bar she was approaching. Then her gaze met a stranger’s, and for an interminable moment, his eyes ensnared hers. She blinked, and the spell was broken. His lips moved in a smirk while he continued to stare at her.
Damn playboy.
When she yanked her head away, the oversize art case slipped down her arm, the strap tangling in her long dark hair. Rather than stop to fix the problem, she kept walking while struggling to release the strands that were pulling painfully on her scalp. Portfolio back in position, she sped up.
That man was the exact opposite of her ideal mate, although he was Tallavan. The string tie he wore made his Tallavan citizenship a possibility, but the badge clipped to his belt settled it. He was a Tallavan marshal. Despite his tousled sandy-brown locks that were made to comb through and pull, he wouldn’t make the cut on her very exacting list of requirements. Even before he’d smirked at her, it was apparent he was a player. He’d been sitting still on a bar stool, but swagger oozed from his pores. His navy-blue eyes were full of a boldness that reached out to her and offered her more fun than she could imagine.
What the heck are you thinking, Selina? He’s a snack and nothing more.

Shane: Marshal of Tallav (Sons of Tallav #1)
Cailin Briste
Published by: Loose Id
Publication date: May 31, 2016
Genres: Adult, Science Fiction, Suspense, Romance

Shane Tiernan, the Beast of Tallavan aristocratic society, needs relief from the matriarchal rules that are destroying his life. His hope lies in a female submissive, newly graduated from a top sex school. From her resume, she seems perfect. Profile and real life collide when he arrives to collect her. He’s stunned when he spots her vaulting over a bar and snatching up an ice chipper to defend herself against the giant who is chasing her. Her combination of warrior spirit and long-limbed curves fires his Dom imagination and the desire to bind her in his rope and have her under his complete control.

Adrianna Pacquin is sexually submissive, but don’t cross her outside the bedroom. She’s escaped the crime lord who plans to marry her once before. When it becomes clear he’s still after her, she doesn’t intend to get caught. A fortuitous decision to accept the contract of Tallavan Marshal Shane Tiernan promises safety until an attempt to murder him sets the pair on an investigation that will require complete trust in one another. With danger stalking their every step, the secrets they both hide could implode their blooming relationship and leave them exposed to their relentless foe.

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Author Bio:
Cailin has been writing fiction for five years and non-fiction for two decades. Her non-fiction work has been published in magazines and in a non-fiction anthology. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, the RWA Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Chapter, and the RWA Passionate Ink Chapter.

Cailin likes to flip convention on its head, creating a universe in which each planet is a study in different what ifs. What would happen to alpha men on a matriarchal planet where the women are not Dommes in the strictest sense but certainly have the attitude down pat? How would society handle it if girls born on their new planet developed empathic senses? Cailin throws her characters into these settings, heroes and heroines whose kink is a major defining attribute of their personality.

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Saturday, November 26, 2016

Xcerpt from Rip Cord: The Ever After by Jeanne St. James #eroticromance #LGBTQ 18+

Meet Rip and Gil...

RIP CORD: The Ever After
Rip Cord trilogy, book 3
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, LGBTQ
Loose Id, LLC


Rip Cord, the infamous Bad Boy of the NFL, ends up on Gil Davis’ front porch drunk as a skunk. Not only has he been fired by his franchise, but also his sports agent. His last brawl on the football field during a prime time game was the final straw.

 Accounting geek Gil Davis hasn’t seen his on-again, off-again lover since the summer when the professional football player whisked him away for a kinky sex-filled getaway weekend. But immediately after, Rip returned to the NFL and was on the road leaving no time for Gil.
 Now Rip wants to come back into Gil’s life one more time, this time to not only make a future with him, but to finally admit who he really is deep down inside. After hiding his sexual preference since he was a teen, Rip realizes he’s made too many bad choices along the way. It’s time to make the right choice with Gil.

But is Gil ready to forgive Rip for keeping him at a distance? And more importantly, after two false starts, can they finally live happily ever after?

Rip’s kiss deepened as he seized Gil’s mouth like he had every right to possess him. Gil was his. Only his.
Rip tugged off Gil’s T-shirt and then his own, tossing them onto the pile of bedding. He stroked Gil’s back, ran his fingers along the top of Gil’s jeans until he came to the front. He unfastened the button and unzipped the jeans slowly, the backs of his fingers trailing over Gil’s erection.
This was his lover. His partner. And he was going to damn well do what he had to do to keep him.
He wasn’t hiding shit anymore.
Rip broke away, unsnapping his own jeans. “Get naked.”
Goosebumps broke out over Gil’s heated skin when he shivered. Gil quickly kicked off his shoes and tore off his jeans and boxers.
Gil fisted his own cock, which made Rip rush to get rid of his own shoes and the remainder of his clothes. He pulled a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans before whipping them across the room.
Within seconds, they faced each other. Naked, vulnerable. Rip didn’t want to move, to break his gaze. He studied every inch of Gil’s body. The slim lines and curves, the light body hair that brushed along his chest, belly, cock, and legs. The small tight nipples, his hard length, the weight of his balls. Rip wanted to touch every part of him. Taste every piece. Inhale his skin, his scent.
“You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” A boyish grin transformed Gil’s face and suddenly they were teenagers again. Two boys who wanted to explore each other but never got a chance.
However, nothing stopped them now. Not even Rip’s haunted memories.
Rip was desperate for skin to skin contact. Something to wash away the thoughts of his past.
Lube. He needed lube. Shit.
He lifted a wait-a-minute finger before rushing back to the closet and digging under the pile of magazines. There. The bottle was still there. He thanked his younger self for masturbating on a regular basis.
Rip tossed the lube to Gil. “On the bed.”
With a grin, Gil scrambled on the bed. There wasn’t much room left on the single bed. Mattress space was going to be a logistical nightmare. But they’d make it work.
“On your back.”
Rip wanted him face to face. He needed to see Gil directly and also in his mind’s eye. Rip needed to see he was real.
“Lube yourself up. I want to see you play with yourself. Get ready for me.”
A flush mottled Gil’s chest. Rip recognized the excitement running through Gil’s body. He was feeling it too.
Gil cracked the lid on the old bottle and squirted the cool gel on the end of his fingers. He pulled his knees to his chest and reached between his legs. His fingers stroked over his tight hole, making his skin shiny and slick. Tempting Rip.
Gil circled his anus with his index finger, while holding his heavy sac up and to the side, giving Rip a perfect view.
Rip’s cock flexed and his jaw tightened. Hell, every muscle in his body screamed. He was desperate to plunge into the other man and not wait. But he was also enjoying the show. Gil’s finger pushed against his own opening, disappearing completely to the last knuckle. He pushed in and out, fucking himself.
“Is that what you want me to do to you?”
Gil’s unfocused gaze landed on Rip’s face. “Yes.”
Rip did his best to squeeze beside Gil—half his weight on the other man, half off. Rip ran his lips over Gil’s chest and found a pebbled nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked it. Hard. He captured the other between his finger and thumb and tugged the dusky tip upward while twisting.
Gil arched against him, speeding up the rhythm of the finger buried deep inside him.
“Do…do it…again,” Gil begged.
Rip did, though this time he tightened his grip on the man’s nipple and yanked harder. Gil cried out, burying his head into Rip’s shoulder. His teeth caught purchase on Rip’s tattooed skin.
Gil’s cock was hard against his belly, beads of precum leaking. Once again teasing Rip, who wanted to taste those salty drops on his tongue.
Instead, he straddled Gil, buried his hands into his hair and fiercely possessed his mouth. Rip groaned, the sound filling the space around Gil’s tongue. The tips of their tongues sparred, stroked, explored. Without breaking the kiss, Rip slid down between Gil’s spread legs, shifted up, and settled the slick head of his cock against the place where Gil’s finger had been. It was his turn to be deep inside Gil. To possess his man fully. To forget what surrounded him, to only see what was in front of him.

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Book 1 and 2 of the trilogy is now available:

The Reunion & The Weekend
Rip Cord trilogy, book 1 & 2
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, LGBTQ
Loose Id, LLC

 ARe Bestseller & Staff Pick!

The Reunion:

Gil Davis hated high school. Ever the geek, he has no intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is to relive the taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years. However there is one thing he misses from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on from the first day he laid eyes on him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to come back to their home town to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the Bad Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without a date and an eye for Gil.

The Weekend:

Geek extraordinaire Gil Davis hooked up with his long-time crush Rip Cord, the Bad Boy of the NFL, during their tenth year class reunion. It was a dream come true for Gil, so when Rip surprises Gil with a trip to the pro football player’s cabin on the lake two weeks later, Gil looks forward to their weekend alone. Since Rip is still deep in the closet due to his career, Gil will take any stolen moments they have. Little does Gil know, those moments will be filled with a blindfold and ropes, as well as a bad tumble down the mountain.

But a few bumps and bruises won’t stop Gil from spending precious time with Rip and his toys. However when the weekend ends, will Rip disappear again? Or will Rip want to take their relationship to the next level?

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JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
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Friday, November 25, 2016

Death Chant by Vella Munn #Romantic #Suspense

Winter Barstow knows nothing of her past or ethnic heritage. Everything changes when Doc, her mentor, sends her an authentic ceremonial wolf mask from Olympic National Forest.

Then Doc disappears. Winter goes to the mysterious  forest where she’s confronted by Native American ranger Jay Raven, who has no love for Doc.

Still, Jay can’t walk away from Winter. Not only has a spirit wolf reached out to her, but he also suspects she’s in terrible danger…and his growing feelings for her are too strong to ignore.

Silver eyes stared at her. The slightly open mouth could either represent a grin or a snarl. If it was as old as Doc had said it was, the mask had been created as part of ancient Native ceremonies.

Going by what she’d learned about the Northwestern tribes, someone, probably a proven hunter, had placed it over his head and mimicked a wolf’s movements. Little children might have cowered before the fierce figure, but hopefully their parents would have assured them that the wolf dancer represented courage and survival. The hunter would stalk, threaten and mock attack.

How did wolves factor into Hoh spiritual beliefs?

It shouldn’t be here. If university staff learned what Doc had done, he’d be fired—unless someone like Dr. Wilheim decided the rare treasure would bring enough attention to the university to warrant defending a colleague under the cloak of research and discovery.

Dr. Wilheim defend Doc to the point of challenging the law? Wasn’t going to happen.

She came closer then picked up the mask. Although heavy for its size, the incredibly well-preserved artifact seemed to have been designed to fit over her head. Holding the mask at arms’ length, she walked into the bathroom, put it on the counter and stood in front of the mirror. Large black eyes, a somewhat broad nose, high cheekbones and thick, shoulder-length midnight hair reflected back at her. She’d studied herself countless times over the years, but the feeling that she was looking at a stranger remained.

Who was she?

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Vella Munn freely admits to being a dedicated and sometimes demented fiction writer. She has always been drawn to nature and those who feel at home in it. A career writer, she has had way over 60 books published, most of them romances both past and present. As far as personal statistics go, she has one husband, two sons, four grandchildren, and is owned by two rescue dogs. Home is southern Oregon within a two hour drive of Crater Lake. She frequently visits Montana in her mind and heart.