The Order of the Wolf, #3
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: January 6, 2015
Number of pages: 279
Her destiny is etched in his skin…and carved in her heart.
Order of the Wolf, Book 3
Morgan Stills is a woman without a future. At least, that’s what the carnival psychic tells her. Love is foretold as well, but too bad. She’s already been marked for death.
She no sooner flees the psychic’s tent when she’s confronted by the biggest wolf she’s ever seen. A wolf that talks to her—right before she’s enveloped in a black cloak and dragged away.
Caleb was born for one purpose: follow the burning of his tattoo to find and protect his destined mate, the Huntress. When he rescues her from Lazarus, the king of beasts, what thanks does he get? A swift kick in his tender parts that leaves him writhing in a ball of pain.
Morgan quickly realizes her destiny lies with the Order of the Wolf. The only catch—she must choose between two sworn enemies who vie for her body, heart, and soul. Marked as a Huntress, thrust into an ancient feud between werewolf and Hunter, she must pick up a sword or die. And somehow learn to live without the man she is destined to kill.
Warning: Be prepared for fiery hot, melt-your-panties men, all muscle and sinew, searching for their one true mate. Committed, hot, and horny. What could be better?
I sensed Caleb’s body nestled close to mine, felt his warmth in my dreams and it made me instantly wet and aching. I drifted out of a deep sleep to find him curled behind me in bed, slowly drawing patterns over my back. After my shower, I’d thrown on a pair of panties and a tank top before crawling onto the huge down-filled mattress. Now Caleb’s hand was snaking up under my top to touch my skin and continue his tracing.
I kept my eyes closed, loving the feel of his fingers gently stroking my flesh. My stomach fluttered with excitement. Sleep clouded my brain, making me fuzzy, making it all seem like a dream. A deliciously erotic one.
“You should get some more sleep,” he whispered, his lips brushing my earlobe, sending shooting spasms of pleasure through me.
“Mmm hmm.” I felt the prodding of his erection against my butt and imagined he was naked next to me. Sleep was the last thing he wanted me to do.
If this was a dream, it was the best dream ever.
I turned toward him, my stomach fluttering with new excitement as his hand slid around, following my movement, skimming across my belly until it stopped just under the swell of my right breast. I stared up at him. In the muted light, I could just make out his chiseled features as he propped himself up on his elbow, his upper body hovering above the bed.
“I hope you don’t mind.” His smile was wicked, what I would consider naughty, and it made my heart beat faster.
It feels so real. My brain was still cloaked by sleep, my thoughts now muddled with lust, reality and unconsciousness swirling together like I was under some kind of spell. Just go with it.
I smiled back, my hand shaking slightly as I raised it above the sheets and ran my fingers along his jaw. He had showered and shaved. “How long have I been asleep?”
Caleb shrugged, closing his eyes briefly as I caressed his cheek. “Only a couple of hours.” He opened them again to stare down at me, his gaze shifting to my lips. “I have some things I need to explain to you. Some important things about us.”
I nodded slowly, barely able to concentrate, as I traced my thumb over his bottom lip.
“I feel like this is right, Caleb. Why is that? I hardly know you, but I feel like we’re meant to be together.” Words tumbled out, no hesitation, or any kind of censor on my sleepy brain.
“You can call me Cal. Caleb was what my guardians called me when I was in trouble.”
I smiled at the thought. By the look of him, I imagined that Cal got himself into quite a lot of trouble over the years. “Okay, Cal.” I shifted down slightly, twisting to move his hand onto my breast. “I like it when you touch me.”
Cal moaned and covered my breast with his palm, taking my suggestion and putting his own spin on it as he moved his fingers over my aching nipple. “We are destined to be together, Morgan. That’s why you feel so comfortable with me.”
Less talking, more sexy. I nodded as I ran my hand down his chest, my mind dimly registering that he was telling me something I’d recently heard. When was it? I tilted my face up closer to his, and he took the cue again, reading my actions as well as my mind. He lowered his lips to mine, electrifying me with pleasure as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and slowly began to caress me from within.
Yesssss, that’s what I need.
I had never felt this way before, my body aching from a mere touch. Never had I wanted a man as much as I wanted Cal.
It was that thought that shattered over me, as his hand moved from one breast to the other. It was that thought that had me pulling away from him. It was the psychic—she was the one who had said those words. Two men, destinies entwined—how would I know who was the right one?
I jolted, eyes wide, brain suddenly snapping to attention. That settled it. This was no dream.
Today, we welcome Angela Addams to Musings and Ramblings. Let's all give a big Geeky welcome!
Meow! Er…no…I meant hello! Who doesn’t talk a little pussy…er…kitty, right? You all know I’m an erotic romance writer…someone told you folks that, right? Cause if not, things could get a little hot and sweaty around here…we might just have to start taking some clothes off.
Let's start with some writer specific questions before moving into the fun stuff. That way everyone can really get to know the person behind the writer. We will finish things off with a round of Think Fast. Ready for the interrogation to begin?
Is this a stripping kind of game? One piece of clothing for each question? Who’s in?
Is your writing style more plotter or pantser?
I plot and scheme (you should all be scared) but I’m not a thorough plotter. I create bullet notes when I start a project and know the basic idea of beginning, climax, end but things change….oh, yeah, they change a lot. I should probably do a better job at the detail part of this because sometimes while in the middle of Act 2 I do have to sweat it out for a bit trying to work the plot points that will get me to the end but eventually I get there. The sex scenes are a given…although some of them do sneak up on me at unexpected plot moments.
How do you deal with Writer's Block?
I don’t really like that word…block –to me it means full stop and coming to a full stop in writing is death for any project. I’ve said in past interviews that I don’t believe in Writer’s Block and I don’t. I believe that my writing is a job and I’m committed to producing work for people to read. Sometimes I lose motivation due to fatigue, or laziness, or a particularly stubborn plot jam, but I refuse to call it a block or to blame my failure to write on anything but myself. If you want something badly enough, you make it happen. Writer’s block is an excuse often used to stop things from happening.
Tell us something about yourself that's not in your bio.
I would love to pet a big cat…you know, like the dangerous, predator kind? Yeah, one of those. Stroke it, scratch its ears, nuzzle it, rub my face against its furry face. In fact, I’d love to have one as a pet, which I know is super crazy and will never happen, but I would. If someone could figure out a way to domesticate one of those big kitties, panther, tiger, lion, I’d be all over that.
What do you like to do when you are not writing?
I like to shop (okay, I LOVE to shop, especially for jeans!) I also have taken up trap shooting lately, which is quite a lot of fun. I find it very empowering and I like that I’m one of the few women there.
How did you choose the genres you write in?
I love all things paranormal and actually find it difficult NOT to think up stories in a supernatural kind of way. As for the sex stuff, I kind of fell into that by accident (on purpose). I discovered that I really enjoy exploring sexual relationships and interactions between characters in my stories. I’m a dirty perv really, and snicker at all the dumb sexual innuendoes so writing erotic romance is just a thing I must do.
What was the last movie/concert/show that you saw?
I went to Nine Inch Nails this summer and it was awesome! The night was terrible, torrential downpour and we had seats outside of the covered area but in the opening song chaos we managed to sneak our way to some pretty incredible box seats and had a blast!
What was the name of the last book you read?
I just finished Vincent by D.B. Reynolds…it was sooooo good! Totally hot and a great story!
Tell us 2 positive and 2 negative character traits you possess.
I am passionate (which really means opinionated) and disciplined when it comes to work.
I’m also stubborn and very blunt. (I don’t typically sugarcoat things.)
What is your bigges pet peeve?
Omg, when people don’t say what they mean. Or when they don’t speak their true thoughts, feelings…drives me mad!
If someone wrote a biography about you, what do you think the title should be?
She said what?!
Meat or Veggies? Meat…mmmm steak, ribs, wings, sausage (wink wink), whatever it is, just give me meat.
Italian or Chinese? I’m half Italian so let’s go with that, although I do order Chinese once a week.
Summer or Winter? Fall! Ha! Autumn is my favorite time of year. I love the crispy weather (and Halloween!)
Coffee or Tea? Coffee…especially flavored.
Dead Tree or Electronic? A little bit of both…I like to switch it up. I’m a book-smeller and a kindle lover.
Thanks for coming by and spending some time with us. Any final words of wisdom to pass along?
Always break the rules.
1 copy of each of the books so far in the series: Cursed, Wolf Slayer, Wovles' Bane and the as yet unreleased Spell-Weaver.
Every day is Halloween for author Angela Addams. Enthralled by the paranormal at an early age, Angela spends most of her time thinking up new story ideas that involve supernatural creatures in everyday situations. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios. She is an avid tattoo collector, a total book hoarder and loves anything covered in chocolate…except for bugs.
She lives in Ontario, Canada in an old, creaky house, with her husband and children.
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