Alpha Call
The
Call
Book
Two
BA
Tortuga
Genre: Shifter, Paranormal
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: August 1 2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-96-8
ASIN: TBA
Word Count: 26500
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
These
two sexy shapeshifters are playing to win.
Wendy isn't part of anyone's
pack, not anymore. As a cop, she can handle anything, even getting rid of her
evil ex. Too bad local werewolf alpha Brett has different ideas. He doesn’t
care if Wendy wants to be a lone wolf. He has to protect all the wolves in his
town. Including her. Especially her.
Wendy finds Brett irritating,
overbearing and sexy beyond belief. Brett thinks Wendy is trouble with a
capital T and hotter than the dog days of summer. Butting heads can be fun, but
there are other ways to rub against each other. Intimate, lusty ways.
Excerpt
“What’s going
on?” Her best friend Stephanie was a sweetheart, a dear little wonder of
witchiness, with her potions and rites and the constant scent of sage and
rosemary. But some fights were for weres. Alone. And Steph wasn’t a werewolf.
“I don’t know,
but she’s freaking out,” the big alpha said and casually shifted, moving
halfway between her and Steph, separating them. That was a classic strategy,
but she wasn’t a perp. She was here looking for evidence in Mike’s attack.
Sweet, gentle EMT Mike, whose big crime had been taking Stephanie out on a
date. Except that wasn’t the case, was it? This wasn’t about Stephanie. This
was about Wendy and her past and the reason why she wasn’t part of a pack
anymore.
“I am not
freaking out!” Wendy caught herself yelling, that tiny bead of guilt growing
since last night when she’d smelled something totally unexpected on Mike’s
wound.
Not feral dogs,
as the policeman in her had suspected. Not Stephanie’s jealous lovers, Shaw and
Jordan, as the wolf in her had expected. No. She’d smelled the bastard who had
been her worst nightmare, once upon a time.
“I don’t...
Wendy? Honey?” Stephanie sounded so freaked out, stepping toward her.
“You just...”
Wendy could feel panic creeping up inside her, and by the moon, that made her
mad.
“Stop.” Brett
barked, the command in the man’s voice undeniable, fierce.
Wendy rocked
back on her heels and she fought the urge to howl. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for
what?” Steph asked and came to her, hugged her tight, and damn, didn’t that
make her feel worse? Wendy was the one who had accused Stephanie’s lovers of
injuring Mike and now... “What’s wrong, honey? You can tell me.”
“I don’t know. I
thought for sure I wouldn’t ever. This is all my fault.” Apologizing was hard.
Wendy hated it.
“Nonsense.” Stephanie sounded so sure.
“No. He followed
me here. I can smell him now. I thought at the hospital I could, but it was so
medicinal. He—” Jack was here. Jack, her crazy ex, had found her again, after
so many years.
“He who?” Brett
asked, voice sharp, getting right in her face. God, he was a fine son of a
bitch, even if he didn’t know squat about her.
“It’s not your
problem!” Wendy snapped, the guilt about Jack following her here, endangering
others, making everything worse.
“My packlands,
my problem.” Brett’s chest bumped into hers and she was reminded, rather
forcefully, that wolf pack alphas were used to getting exactly what they
wanted, the information they needed. Now.
“Guys. Guys,
careful.” Stephanie started flailing, her panicky voice scraping along Wendy’s
nerves like nails down a chalkboard. Brett grabbed Stephanie by the upper arms,
shifting her away with surprisingly gentle hands.
About
the Author:
B.A. Tortuga Texan to the bone
and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset
hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When
she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo,
knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors
include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots
of coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from
fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her
damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast
Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With
books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most
traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the
voices in her head.
For more information on other
books by B.A., visit her official website:
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