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Exclusive Excerpt: Spell Weaver by Angela Addams


Spell Weaver



Order of the Wolf, #4
ngela Addams



Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: April 7, 2015
Number of pages: 99
Word Count: 25,447



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Coloring outside the lines can sting like hell…

Shot by a Huntress, his wolf trapped within him, Dyami Storm is battling a poison that is eating him alive. His only hope is finding his mate, but without his wolf to guide him, he doesn’t know where to look.

The second the sexy bad boy stumbles into her tattoo shop, smelling of booze and oozing attitude, Summer Sinclair knows he’s trouble. She should turn him away, but a strange magnetic pull compels her to help him out with a little ink.

When Summer’s boyfriend walks through the door, Dyami senses he’s in the presence of a Hunter, and the Hunter recognizes him as a wolf. With hackles raised, a weapon coming at him, Dyami’s only choice snaps into place. Bite Summer, marking her as his—and unleashing her powers as a Spell Weaver.

On the run from Hunters and losing his fight against the poison, Dyami is in a race against time to convince Summer her power could change the course of the war…and that his fate is in her hands.

Warning: Sexually explicit. Tattooed, rock star drummer with a tender heart seeking his one true mate. Tough little tattoo artist with a special talent for spells. Lots of hot and heavy, wet and sweaty.

Exclusive Excerpt: 

A symbol floated into Summer’s mind, fully formed and functional. “I think I can distract them enough to keep moving.”

“Do what you need to do.”

Summer let go of his hand reluctantly, then moved quickly from tree to tree, etching the mysterious symbol on each. She had a feeling in her gut that Vic knew these symbols too. That he had even used one or two on her in the time they’d been together to sedate her into compliance on a few occasions. Or maybe to distract her from things that he didn’t want her to see. She couldn’t explain how she knew this. It was just a feeling, but she was learning her feelings were pretty dead on lately.

“Trust your gut,” Dyami had said. “What does it tell you?”

Her gut was telling her she was more powerful than Vic. Her ruse would deflect him enough to buy them the time they needed.

“Done.” She walked back to Dyami, who’d been watching her the whole time. Again, unfazed by what he was seeing. “You must think this is so crazy. I can hardly understand it.”

He cradled her face in his massive hands, angled her head so that he could stare into her eyes. “Nothing about this seems crazy to me.”
She licked her lips, willing him to kiss her again. He didn’t disappoint. Leaning down, he kissed her tenderly, like he was sampling her mouth, lingering as he pressed his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her body up against his, pushing her mouth into him as she teased his lips with her tongue. With a soft rumble of a chuckle, he opened up to her, let her devour him from the inside as he did the same to her. Exploring each other, entangling tongues, all consuming as they melded into one another.

They heard the crack of branches snapping at the same time, pulled away from each other on a whoosh of breath. Dyami lifted his finger to his puffy, wet lips. Quiet. She could feel them too. They were near.
 He moved her to the ravine, guiding her down until she was resting in a small depression.

It was only big enough for them to sit nestled into one another, Dyami in behind, his arms and legs cradling her. Overhanging branches, tree roots and leaves gave them some element of disguise. In the daylight, this would never work. Night offered the perfect hideout. He rested his chin on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck briefly before letting out a contented sounding sigh as he squeezed her tight. Yes, it did feel right to be in his arms. Stranger still, it felt like she could never again be apart from him and survive. She nestled closer, taking the momentary comfort he offered.

“They definitely came this way.” Vic’s voice seemed to boom from above them, carried on the wind, no doubt, to seem like he had breached her hastily made barrier.

Summer tensed at the sound of him so close. Dyami gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“Has she been casting?” A woman spoke next, frustration evident in her tone. “Are you sure we’re headed in the right direction this time?”

“Yes.” Vic hesitated. “I think.”

“You think? What the fuck, man?” The woman spat her words.

“Calm down, sweetheart, Vic knows what he’s doing,” another man said.

“No, Talia’s right. Vic’s been unsure this whole time, leading us in the wrong direction for a good thirty minutes. I think we need to head west. She must have used a symbol somewhere back there to throw us off again. Vic, you missed it.”

There was a beat of silence in which Summer thought her heart might explode. By their voices, she counted one woman, three men, and they were closer than she would have liked, having moved to the other side of the ravine. She could just make out Vic’s legs, recognizing him by the boots he always wore. His fists were clenched at his sides, a gun in one hand. She shuddered. He was not the man she’d thought he was.

“Fine!” Vic said on an explosion of breath. “Whatever, I missed it. Let’s go.”

“Admit it, Vic, you haven’t been as with it as usual. She’s stronger than you already.” Talia’s voice held a note of satisfaction, like she was reveling in Vic’s inabilities.

“I told you she was marked, didn’t I?” Vic growled. “Her abilities have surpassed mine already, so what? Isn’t that the way it always is?”

“So you’re admitting that you might have led us astray?” Talia came into view, two menacing looking weapons in her hands—like mini swords with prongs on each side.

Vic slid his gun into the back of his jeans. “Yes, okay? I’m admitting the possibility of that. Let’s head west.” “Eyes out for wolves, folks.” Talia motioned with one weapon in the opposite direction. “I’m looking to get me a skin before the end of the night.”

Summer felt Dyami shiver, and his whole body clenched a moment later—a symptom of their soaked clothes and the cool night air no doubt. They needed to get dry, find food, make some calls to extricate themselves from this situation. The only thing keeping her from losing her shit completely was the fact that Dyami was so calm, living the nightmare with her. As long as she had him, her hero, acting like a normal human being, she felt like she was safe.

Angie is giving away a signed copy of Wolves’ Bane, limited edition Order of the Wolf keychain and a signed Cursed bookmark! Giveaway is only open to Canadian and U.S. addresses.



Author Bio:

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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