Please welcome my guest blogger today, Amber Morgan with WOLF'S HUNT
Thanks for having me today! I'm so excited to be bringing
you all the second book in my Wild Blood MC series – Wolf's Hunt. This is one
of my favourite books that I've written and I can't wait for you all to join
Wolf and Clea in their story. If you like a good dash of redemption and revenge
in with your romance, you'll love Wolf's Hunt!
Blurb
~Editor's Pick~
He's trying to make things right.
Three years ago Wolf fled New Orleans, leaving heartache and violence in his wake. Now he's got one chance to win back the woman he left behind, Clea Allary. There's just one thing standing in his way—the deadly President of the Voodoo Kin MC, a man who will stop at nothing to finish Wolf and claim Clea for himself. Whether she likes it or not.
She's trying to survive
Clea's been staying one step ahead of the Voodoo Kin ever since Wolf broke her heart and disappeared. But it's getting harder to cope and there's no way out that she can see. When Wolf crashes back into her life, he offers her a dangerously tempting escape route. But how can she ever trust him again?
He's trying to make things right.
Three years ago Wolf fled New Orleans, leaving heartache and violence in his wake. Now he's got one chance to win back the woman he left behind, Clea Allary. There's just one thing standing in his way—the deadly President of the Voodoo Kin MC, a man who will stop at nothing to finish Wolf and claim Clea for himself. Whether she likes it or not.
She's trying to survive
Clea's been staying one step ahead of the Voodoo Kin ever since Wolf broke her heart and disappeared. But it's getting harder to cope and there's no way out that she can see. When Wolf crashes back into her life, he offers her a dangerously tempting escape route. But how can she ever trust him again?
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Author Bio and Links
Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban
fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance,
anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She's
based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man and an
adorable cat.
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Excerpt
Grim bought them a
couple of beers, but Wolf simply held onto his, not wanting to drink. The cold
bottle felt good in his hands, pushing back some of the body heat generated by
the other customers milling around. Even with the air conditioning on though,
it was a sticky-hot night. Kinda night he used to love. He and Clea would run
around New Orleans from dusk til dawn, drinking, laughing, then fall into his
apartment as the sun came up. They’d fuck like
they’d never get enough of each other, then he’d run out for coffee and
beignets, and they’d eat and then fuck all over again.
“Don’t get misty-eyed,” Grim said, making him jump. “You’ll
miss the show.”
“I wasn’t,” Wolf lied. He considered, then took one quick swig
of beer. At the far end of the room, the stage lights brightened up, attracting
everyone’s attention, then dropped low again to bathe the stage in a dreamy
golden glow. Wolf felt his adrenaline spike, his body practically vibrating
with it. It was the same feeling he got before every fight, a drumming in his
blood that he always welcomed.
Cheers popped
around the room as Clea swept through the velvet curtains at the back of the
stage. That surge of adrenaline pumped harder, urging Wolf to rush down the
room and grab her. He could only stare though. And she was well worth staring
at.
Her gold dress
looked painted on, clinging lovingly to every lush curve. The color did
incredible things for her dark skin and bouncy curls, transforming her into a
fiery, shimmering creature, too beautiful for mere men to even look at, let
alone touch. The dress touched the floor at the back, but skimmed her knees at
the front, showing off perfect legs that Wolf had wrapped around his neck too
many times to count. She’d wrapped a chunky gold and
red necklace around her throat, an Aztec-style statement piece that he
recognized with a jolt. He’d given it to her for Christmas one year, the last
Christmas before he fucked everything up. She loved that kind of shit, big and
bold and sunny.
She’d kept it. She’d kept his gift. Wolf allowed himself the
smallest flicker of hope.
He had seconds to
drink in the sight of her, like a man dying of thirst falling into an oasis.
Then she stepped up to the mic and tapped it lightly.
“Good evenin,’ ladies and gents,” she said, playing up her New
Orleans drawl to another burst of cheers. “Y’all havin’ a good night so far?
Who’s ready for a song?”
Music struck up and
she started singing. Her voice was everything he remembered, soft with a touch
of gravel, like honey brushed over sandpaper. Wolf gritted his teeth as his
cock hardened. Her voice had always done that to him. It was probably dumb to
hope time and distance would have changed that when it hadn’t changed anything he felt for her.
Against his better
judgment, he took a deeper drink and started moving through the crowd. Grim
followed, grabbing his shoulder. “You sure
about this, Danny Boy?” he hissed in Wolf’s ear.
“Yeah,” Wolf said, shaking him off. He was lying again. He
wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but he couldn’t fucking stay away. He had to
get closer to the stage, had to get closer to Clea. Otherwise what was the
point of coming at all? He sure as fuck wasn’t going to watch her belt out a
few jazz tunes then slink away without even letting her know he was here.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Amber. :)
