Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Hunter's Room by Tabitha Conall Book Spotlight and Excerpt

Title: Hunter's Moon
Author: Tabitha Conall
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance (menage/werewolf)

Link: http://www.tabithaconall.com/hunters-moon/
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Blurb:

Tate did everything she could to save her sister from being kidnaped, but failed. When Sawyer sees Tate lying in the hospital after the beating the kidnaper gave her, he feels rage like he's never felt before. But it isn't until Tate and Sawyer go to Lunaville to help hunt down the kidnaper and retrieve Tate's sister that they meet Matt, their mate...and their lives are changed forever.

Despite wanting to find the nearest bed and complete the mating bond, cops Matt and Sawyer investigate the clues while holding Tate back from getting in the middle of things. But Tate's the one who finds the biggest clue of all, a scent trail that smells just like the kidnaper. In the midst of following the trail and tracking down clues, Matt and Sawyer try to heal Tate of her biggest wound--the guilt of not being able to stop the kidnaper herself.

This 20,000+ word novella is the second in the Mad Wolf's Harem series that starts with Harvest Moon.  It can be read as a stand-alone.

Excerpt:

What did it take to make a werewolf cry?  Sawyer Hansen stood next to the hospital bed, machines beeping and whooshing around him.  Slowly, Tate McKenna opened her eyes to focus on him.  Her face looked puffy and discolored.  Worse, he could see dried tears caking her eyelashes.

Sawyer wanted to find the man who’d done this and tear him to pieces with his teeth and claws.  He had never felt so livid standing at a victim’s bedside.  He’d visited plenty of hospitals and plenty of victims, seen them beat up, cut up, torn up, but this time he could barely contain his rage.

When he spoke, his voice had taken on the rumble of his wolf, and he was glad no humans were near.  “Who did this?”

Tate swallowed.  “I couldn’t stop him.”  Her voice sounded scratchy and strained, and he could see why.  Purple and black marks ringed her neck.  The man had strangled her.

Claws sprung out of the tips of his fingers.  He’d never been so close to a change in such a public place.  “Who?”

“Don’t know,” she whispered.  “Didn’t know him.”

Sawyer took a deep breath, trying to get control of himself again.  He couldn’t change in the hospital with all these humans around.  And he couldn’t be half-changed because a nurse could walk in at any second and see him.  He waited until his claws had retracted and the wolf had receded to an angry distance.

After he’d pulled the guest chair to the bedside and sat down, Sawyer said, “Can you tell me what happened?”

She closed her eyes for a second and then began, her shredded voice pulling at him with each syllable.  “I was sleeping on the couch.  I woke up, didn’t know why.  Saw a shadow moving toward Britton’s room.  A man.  I waited until his back was turned and jumped him.”

His hand fisted.  Tate was tall for a female, and athletic.  But the thought of her putting herself in such danger made him want to rip something in two.

And why?  Why did he feel this way about this particular victim when he’d never felt like this before?  Was it because she was Pack?

“He was fast.  Strong.  We fought, but I couldn’t stop him.”  A tear slid down her cheek.  “He took Britton and I couldn’t even get up off the floor.”

Sawyer waited a second, mostly to hold himself in check, but before he could ask another question, she continued.

“He even took some of her stuff.  He–he made sure I was down, then he went into her bedroom.  I heard her scream.  Then a few minutes later he came out with her over his shoulder and he was carrying one of her little suitcases.  Do you know what was in it?”

They hadn’t even realized the perp had taken anything of Britton McKenna’s.  “No.”

Tate closed her eyes.  “Why would he do that?”

“It might be good news.”  He’d say anything to make her feel better.  Which was strange for him because he usually played it straight, but he didn’t stop to question it.  “He wouldn’t have taken a suitcase full of her things unless he meant to keep her a while.”

“You mean she could still be alive.”

“Yeah.”  He itched to take her hand, just for the comfort it might give her.

She gazed at him.  “I already know she’s alive.  I’d know if she died.”

How was he supposed to interpret that?  No wolves he knew of had psychic abilities.

“Don’t question it.  We’re not twins; it’s not one of those things where I feel her pain or something.  But she’s my sister.  I’d just...know.”

He didn’t get it, but he could go with the evidence on this one.  There was a good chance Britton McKenna still lived.  “We’re going to do everything we can to get her back.”

“I know.  I’m going to help.”

His wolf surged up, angry the female would try to put herself in harm’s way again.  “You’ve done your part.  We can handle it from here.”

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