Should I be Scared?

Recently,  I’ve learned something unsettling

The werewolves are closing in.

There are historical reports of one in the Scarborough Area, just fifteen miles from my home.

A Wereolf was first sighted in 1150. It had glowing eyes and smelt terrible. Note to all werewolves – if you want in my books,  bathe.

In 1800 it held up a stagecoach heading for York. I’d never considered a highwayman werewolf on horseback with his mask and pistol before. That’s just too strange.

In 1970 the werewolf attacked a long-distance lorry driver.

Then, in May 2016 a werewolf was seen in Hull. That’s about 30 miles south of my home. Click the link for details.

Hull Werewolf

Three miles down the road from my bungalow, there have been werewolf siteings. I won't go near Danes Dyke after dark.

But are they closing in? 

Should I be scared?

I’ve always been a big fan of Werewolves. Not the hairy, uncontrolled violent type, though. I'd rather they kept their distance, please. 

 I like mine to be alpha male warriors who drip sex appeal. 
I’ve read so many shifter books, and loved them all. I started to work out where my Werewolf obsession started.

I blame Kresley Cole and her Immortals After Dark. After reading the Book One in the series – A Hunger like No Other, I was hooked.

 Needless to say, her hero is a werewolf. I love the dark edges and damaged psyche she gives her characters.

When I wrote my first paranormal romance, it was a given that my hero had an alter ego – one with fangs and fur.

That’s when Caleb the Cold and my 

Scattered Siblings was born.

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Blurb

Sylvie's more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn't stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she's kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.

Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his? 

Excerpt from To Wed A Werewolf

“L-look,” Giles stammered, “I never went back to the damned Fae court, and as far as King Leonidas is concerned, me and Sylvie are still betrothed. Why do you think I wanted to get married in the mundane world? We both know the Fae never willingly leave their kingdom, so what happens on earth stays on earth. Okay?”

Caleb’s savage primal form raged to the fore. Eight feet of fur, fangs, and fury towered over Giles—and it wanted blood.

“And when”—Caleb roared—“did you decide to screw over the entire werewolf nation?”

Giles’s eyes widened, but rather than go toe-to-toe with the Lykae king, he scuttled backward across the ground like a crab. His beta nature turned his words into a whimper. “Caleb, please, I’m a lover not a fighter. You’re the alpha warrior Father chose to lead the nation, and I’m the beta disappointment he despised. Daphne deserves the best, and I honestly didn’t think the fairies would give a damn about some ancient betrothal neither of us wanted.”

“Traitor!” Caleb’s beast snarled. “You broke moon-kissed vows. The Fae could call in the other nations—the vampires, ogres, and witches—and they’d bloody decimate us over this. Traitors die hard. And they deserve to.”

Giles almost wept. “Brother. You’re my loving brother. Remember?”

The beast wanted to bite and claw, to break bones and bathe in blood. Caleb almost surrendered to his primitive instincts and let his primal beast take full control, but he might never find his way back.

Concentrate on Sylvie. Keep control. Don’t take Giles’s throat.

A fierce inner battle raged inside him, and while his fury still drove him, he shoved his inner beast back into its cage.

“I should kill you now,” he growled—gentler, but still in primal wolf form, “especially since I gave you an out. Give me one good reason not to gut you and send your entrails to the Fae king as a peace offering.”

Giles turned green beneath his spray tan. “Perhaps, because it would be messy? I ballsed up, but Daphne won’t let me do anything stupid again, and Sylvie’s been a trouper the way she pretended she didn’t give a damn.”

For the first time, Caleb wondered if his brother had broken Sylvie’s heart. What if she preferred Giles’s easy charm over Caleb’s ferocity and carefully considered emotions? Furious, confused, and mourning for the love he thought he’d lost, he tipped back his head and howled at the moon.