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Getting to be Time for Christmas–Excerpt from SEAL Wolf Christmas

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A SEAL Wolf Christmas, Oct 2013

A SEAL Wolf Christmas

A SEAL Wolf Christmas

By Terry Spear

Copyright © 2013 by Terry Spear

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Chapter 1

 

Amazon Jungle, Colombia

Despite being deep in the jungle on a life-or-death mission, Bjornolf Jorgenson couldn’t rid himself of the refrain of Jingle Bells jingling in his head after hearing it played over and over again on an assignment in snowed-in Minnesota. For now, he was shadowing his favorite retired SEAL-wolf team and one female operative in action when anything Christmas should have been the farthest thing from his mind.

Their mission: rescue a kidnapped family. His mission: watch the team’s back.

They were getting paid as private contractors. He was doing it as a favor to Meara. Neither her brother, leading the operation, nor her mate, serving as one of the team members, would appreciate that she’d asked Bjornolf to watch over them.

So he was serving in a covert way, which he preferred over any other.

Bjornolf was doing this for Anna Johnson also, intrigued by her at their last hot encounter. Straight ahead of him, she was keeping low as she made her way through the jungle with the rest of the team.

It was dusk, and high above them in the canopy, black howler monkeys’ cacophonous cries sent a jarring noise through the trees, warning other monkeys that this was their territory. The air was heavy with moisture and the scent of fragrant orchids as moths fluttered around them.

Bjornolf crept close to the ground. He trailed the team unseen, blending into the feathery ferns, and hibiscus, mimosa, and bromeliads, one kind sporting sweet pineapples that he’d had a bite of earlier in the day. Massive spaghetti-like creepers of lianas crisscrossed the jungle floor underneath his boots where insects and lizards moved about.

Up ahead, Hunter Greymere led the group. A highly decorated SEAL team leader, he was also the alpha pack leader of the Oregon coast gray wolves.

Finn Emerson, Hunter’s brother-in-law, Paul Cunningham was to Anna’s left, and Allan Rappaport, now hidden from view, was somewhere off to her right. None of them were members of Hunter’s wolf pack.

Bjornolf shifted his attention from the team to the jungle and hearing no human sounds, he focused on Anna. She was svelte and sexy, even when covered from head to toe in camo gear. She was all curves and hotness, her face painted in a pattern of greens, browns, grays, and blacks to hide her in the foliage. Anna had silky auburn hair tucked under a jungle hat, though straggles of it curled about her shoulders. Because of his enhanced wolf sight, he saw her in the twilight as clearly as if it were daylight.

He admired her stealth, courage under fire, resolve. He had to admit he liked watching her a lot better than the men. No matter how dangerous she looked, bristling with weapons, some hidden, she was still all woman. And one who could fight.

He listened again to the noises all around him, attempting to hear even a hint of human voices. Colorful yellow-crowned parrots and red and green macaws made their noisy cawing and chattering, frogs croaked as in a mating call, rather than higher pitched in distress, and insects rustled everywhere.

Then two men began speaking in the distance—complacent, unaware that highly skilled men and one woman were about to descend on them. The men spoke in Spanish, talking about the hostages, so Bjornolf knew the team was targeting the right people. They appeared to be serving guard duty on the perimeter.

The odor of bitter smoke drifting to him told him the men were smoking.

Although Hunter’s team members were all in human form, they moved like a wolf pack, working together, moving slower now, more cautiously, determined to see the hostages freed without causing any casualties on their side.

A jaguar roaring in the jungle not too far away made the kidnappers’ chatter die instantly. The call of a second and then a third big cat’s roar rent the air.

Anna and the others paused mid-crawl…listening. They continued to stare straight in front of them—their focus on the mission. Allan moved up closer to Hunter and Finn.

Uniformly camouflaged like her, Bjornolf crept nearly parallel to Anna, far enough away in the jungle and slightly behind her so that he could keep an eye on her. He was effectively in her blind spot. He’d broken his cover the last time he’d been assisting the team, but he hadn’t needed to this time. Yet. He was half hoping he could get through the mission without revealing himself, and half wishing he could let Anna know he had her back.

Like a wolf stalking its prey, Anna crept toward one of the two guards. To her left, Paul matched her careful pace. The last time Bjornolf had seen him, Paul wore a scruffy blond beard, but now he was clean shaven. Wiry and thinner than Bjornolf and Finn, Paul was quick in his movements, an economy of force to be reckoned with.

Bjornolf was torn between wishing he was in Anna’s place so she didn’t have to risk her neck taking down the guard, and wanting to replace Paul so Bjornolf would be the one at her side. Him, a ghost. He was known throughout the SEAL community as some super wily deep undercover operative who never revealed himself to anyone. For years, body counts would add up during a mission that no one else could account for, all attributed to him, whether he was in the vicinity or not.

So why all his damnable interest in the she-wolf’s welfare now potentially blowing his carefully concealed part in his business-as-usual attitude?

She was fully capable of handling herself just fine.

When she was close enough, she popped up from the jungle floor like a woodland sprite, framed by massive trees, 20-foot in diameter, reaching toward the heavens like skyscrapers. She whipped out a shuriken and threw it. The stainless steel five-pointed throwing star slid through her fingers, heading straight to the guard’s forehead. Without making a squeak, he collapsed with a thump in a cluster of vines and ferns.

Before the other guard could react, Paul had him in a chokehold, jerked his head to the side, and snapped his neck, then dropped him where he stood.

Hunter and the others hit the camp just as two relief guards headed for Anna and Paul. Not normally impulsive, Bjornolf was having a devil of a time curbing the urge to intercept the man targeting Anna, but he knew to keep his attention focused everywhere else—anywhere that someone might be hiding with dark intent.

Anna moved forward in attack mode as gunshots rang out in the camp. A woman screamed, kids shrieked and Anna dropped the relief guard with a rapid barrage of bullets. Paul took down the other man with a burst of gunfire before the guy could retaliate.

Mission accomplished, Anna and Paul raced toward camp, running at a crouch.

Without warning, a man jumped out of the brush, his rifle raised to shoot Anna. Bjornolf leapt from where he’d been running and slammed into the man’s back, taking him to the ground. Startled by the surprise attack from behind, the man yelled out. Bjornolf slit his throat, then jumped to his feet. He looked up to see Anna watching his back, her gun ready, mouth pursed in annoyance.

“You could have let us know you’re with us,” she said, her voice hushed. Her green eyes narrowed, she cut him a caustic glare.

He gave her half a smile and a small salute. “You’re welcome,” he said quietly back.

She turned slightly, aimed her gun as fast as she could and fired off a round. Before Bjornolf could turn and see what she’d shot, a thump sounded as a body fell from a tree. He stared at the dead man, bullet hole in his temple.

“We’re even,” she whispered to Bjornolf.

He could read her plainly and smiled. They would never be even.

After confirming there were no more surprises waiting for the rescue team, Bjornolf followed Anna into camp where the rest of the team had gathered.

“Look what Anna dragged in,” Paul said, his brown eyes widening. He gave Bjornolf a small smile.

Last time Bjornolf had observed him, the SEAL had freshly arrived on the Oregon coast from Florida dressed in blue jeans, a Hawaiian shirt with hot pink palm trees and green flamingoes that was the most god-awful thing he’d ever seen. If Bjornolf hadn’t witnessed him in action before, he would have wondered if the guy could handle any kind of a mission the way he’d been dressed. He was less muscled than Bjornolf, but he was quick on his feet and where Hunter’s sister, Meara, was concerned, Paul had been protective and wary of Bjornolf.

So he chalked that up as good points in Paul’s favor.

Hunter and Allan glanced his way, both checking the rescued family over for injuries, both smiling a little at Bjornolf.

William Wentworth III and his brother, wife, and the five-year old twin girl and boy were dirty, disheveled, gaunt, and tired, but otherwise unharmed. Mom and the kids were crying, and Bjornolf wanted to slap the husband for bringing his family here. Sometimes rich folks had more money than sense.

All the family members had raven hair, their eyes varying shades of blue. The two men looked similar, except the brother was a little taller and a little skinnier. All wore jeans, the guys attired in western shirts, the woman in a once-clean white shirt, now stained green and brown. At least they were wearing boots. Deadly venomous snakes could cause fatal consequences for human types who weren’t properly dressed out here.

Next time, maybe they’d plan a normal trip for a couple of five-year olds this close to Christmas. Like a vacation at Disney World where the bad pirates wouldn’t threaten to kill them if someone didn’t pay a ransom. Bjornolf would have felt sorry for him but the adults should have known better. Not only that, but their ignorance had put the team in danger also, just to bail them out.

“Who are you?” William asked.

Hunter said, “Special Ops contracted to take you out of here safely.”

He didn’t explain any more than that; he didn’t need to. The man nodded. The woman sagged a little with visible relief. Brows furrowed and looking pensive, the brother glanced at William.

Bjornolf watched the interaction between the two. The brother, Jeff, was younger, the follower, he could tell from their nonverbal actions. But something else passed between them. A guarded communication. Worry. Doubt. Something.

“Seems Bjornolf can’t stay away from us. Maybe we ought to make him one of the team, Hunter.” Paul sounded like he was half joking, half hopeful, maybe getting used to the SEAL joining them on missions without Hunter’s approval.

Bjornolf working for someone else and with a team now that he’d retired? Not likely.

He did find some appeal in the way the team worked together. After they arrived at a safe destination, they’d share beers or tequila, whatever was easy to obtain, thanking their lucky stars that they made it out alive after another difficult mission. They’d joke and let down their hair, commiserate, blow off some steam.

While he went his own way. They never even knew he’d shadowed them on another mission, taking down the bad guys they hadn’t realized were after them. He’d meant to revert to his old way of doing things. As a loner on his own, no family to worry about, no pack obligations.

With a team like this? They’d soon become family. He didn’t need or want the distraction.

The problem was he couldn’t have taken the guard out who had targeted Anna without her having seen him do it. So he was stuck being part of the team this time around. Just like the last time.

“Glad you could join us,” Hunter said to Bjornolf, his expression mostly somber because of the still precarious situation they were in. His dark brown eyes studied him, judging him. Bjornolf could almost see the wheels in Hunter’s mind working furiously through the situation. Was Bjornolf wanting to be part of the team now? “We can certainly use your help in getting the family out of the jungle and safely home.”

“Couldn’t have my favorite SEAL team, and others,” Bjornolf said, making a point to slide his gaze Anna’s way, “come to harm.”

She cast him a quizzical glance over her shoulder, their gazes locking.

Unable to stop himself and amused at her reaction, he winked at her. He swore she had to be blushing under all that jungle paint as she gave him an annoyed look and continued on her way to provide security with Finn.

Catching sight of Bjornolf’s reaction to Anna, Allan snorted and folded his arms. “More likely Anna’s got his attention.”

Yeah, he was ready to spar with the woman, prove to her that one alluring she-wolf would never get the upper hand with a SEAL. He’d wanted to kiss Anna ever since he’d met her during his last mission but he couldn’t make himself do it.

He shook his head at Allan. The man had a boyish charm. When he turned 90 in human years, he’d probably still have that kind of look—wide-eyed innocence, dimples, raised brows. The look was totally deceiving. Under that charming appearance, he was all hardness like the rest of them.

“I don’t know about the rest of the guys, but I missed you, Bjornolf. Good to see you’re still kicking.” Paul clapped him on the shoulder, then crouched down and talked to the five-year-old boy. “What’s your name, son?”

“Jimmy.” Tears left a path of white streaks through the dirt on his face, his lower lip trembling, but at least the question stopped his and his sister’s bawling.

“I’m going to give you a lift as we move through the jungle, okay? Piggy-back ride?” Paul asked Jimmy.

The boy looked at his dad, who nodded. As dehydrated and fatigued as the dad and his brother appeared, Bjornolf knew they would have a hard enough time keeping up and staying on their own feet without having to carry a couple of kids.

Allan didn’t make a move to offer to transport the little girl. Finn safeguarded them from some distance away, leaving the others to decide how to handle the logistics of the situation. Hunter was in charge of the operation, so he needed to keep his hands free and his thoughts on the team and the freed hostages and couldn’t haul her himself. Anna didn’t seem to be into kids, but even so, she couldn’t carry a child that far without the effort putting a real strain on her either.

Bjornolf sighed, stepped forward, towering over the tyke and said, “Wanna horsey-back ride?” He thought a horse sounded much better than a pig.

She gazed up at him with wide blue tear-filled eyes. She was wearing tiny snowman earrings which again reminded him why she shouldn’t be here. The girl glanced at her mother.

Mom nodded. “Go with the man, Elsie. He’ll help get us out of here safely.”

“I’m Bjornolf,” he said, carefully pronouncing his name Byee-or-nulf to her so she’d be able to understand it. His name meant bear-wolf, but she looked frightened enough without sharing that additional information.

He probably should have met her eye to eye, like Paul had done with her brother. Then again, his face was covered in camouflage face paint like the rest of Hunter’s team. The strange streaks of olive green, black, muddy brown and woodland gray markings all over their skin had to look scary.

Her lip trembled and he was afraid she would begin to bawl again. He quickly crouched down in front of her and dug out a camouflage face-paint stick.

“You want to wear some of this so you blend in with the jungle like the…” Bjornolf was going to say snakes, but he didn’t think that would appeal to her. “Jaguars who are covered in rosettes, spots,” he clarified. “It makes them almost invisible in the shadows of the jungle trees.”

Allan chuckled. Turning to look at Bjornolf, Anna raised her brows. Her mouth curved up and her eyes sparkling with humor, she looked highly amused. He wanted to ask if she needed any of her camouflage makeup redone, and he’d be glad to help her out.

Finn glanced over his shoulder at him, a wry grin tugging the corners of his mouth. Paul swore under his breath.

“Could we all look like the jungle cats?” Mom sounded hopeful that if they blended into the jungle more, they might get out of this alive.

Grinning, the boy nodded vigorously.

Before the party got underway, four of the SEALs were face painting the humans, making them blend into the woods as much as possible, while Anna and Finn continued to provide security. Once that was done, the men made sure the family had enough to drink and eat, then Bjornolf crouched, letting Elsie grab onto his field pack. He held onto her scrawny legs to keep her in place.

Vulnerable, he thought. Both he and Elsie were at a disadvantage should they be attacked en route to the location where they would be transported out of the country. He felt his stomach tighten with disquiet. He liked being the ghost of a backup. No one knowing he was there. The bad guys died, never getting close to the team. No one to say thanks. No getting emotionally involved.

Except for the last mission he’d had with them, he hadn’t believed he’d ever get that involved with the team again. Which would have suited him fine.

To physically transport a human child out of a potentially volatile situation was something foreign to him also. He was the lone wolf, the hidden security, which fit his personality perfectly.

Paul carrying the boy and Bjornolf the girl, they walked in the center of the group. Mom and the dad led the way, while the dad’s brother hiked behind Bjornolf. Hunter was out in front, Allan bringing up the rear while Anna and Finn flanked them in the jungle, providing cover to the left and right. Bjornolf couldn’t see them but he kept thinking that was where he should be.

Elsie whispered, “Did you tell Santa what you want for Christmas?”

Anna instantly popped in his mind. He smiled to himself.

“Have to make up my list,” he whispered.

“I wanna iPad and a phone and a…” Elsie began listing all the colors, brands, and kinds of toys she wanted for Christmas while Bjornolf tuned them out, all the while attempting to listen for trouble.

Though he had to admit the idea Anna would be sitting pretty under his Christmas tree sure appealed.

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Can an Alpha Wolf Who’s Met His Match…

Navy SEAL Bjornolf Jorgenson has had tough missions before, but going undercover with feisty gray wolf Anna Johnson could top the list. She drives him crazy—in more ways than one. Now he has to investigate a murder, supervise a wild teenage wolf—and handle Christmas with Anna.

Survive the Holidays with Her?

For Anna, the only thing worse than staging the perfect family Christmas is having to do it with Bjornolf posing as her husband. Anna is a serious undercover operative who isn’t afraid of a fight, even with a hunky SEAL shifter. With a killer on the loose, Anna just wants to focus on their mission, but the one thing she can’t fight is her sizzling chemistry with Bjornolf.

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acorn2I’m hoping to have some Christmas shorts from other authors for the month of December, though I’ll continue to give a weekly excerpt. 🙂

Double Cougar Trouble is with another final beta reader, and then I’ll make changes, reread, and hopefully it will be available after Thanksgiving. 🙂

I’m behind on Loving the White Bear because of working on Cougar, so I’m off to play catch up today!

Have a truly wonderful day! 🙂

Terry Spear

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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An Excerpt! –Bound by Danger–When I was in the Army…

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PUBLISHED BY:

Terry Spear

Bound by Danger

Copyright © 2010 by Terry Spear

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

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About Bound by Danger:

Army officer Deidre Roux has hidden her psychic abilities until now. But ominous visions plague her and between the martial arts tactics her twin brother taught her and the hand-to-hand combat she learned in the Army—she’s realizing just how important these skills are for her well-being.

When a reporter moves in next door, she’s not sure just what to think. Dave Carter owns a gun—it is Texas—and comes to her rescue when her brother suddenly drops into her life again. From there it’s the normal stuff that women and men tend to do when they’re getting to know each other—boating, swimming, dancing—except for one thing…she’s trying to keep her secret under wraps at all costs, which is difficult to do when she’s under surveillance by the FBI, and people keep wanting her dead.

Could a reporter, who’s not really a reporter, prove he might just have what it takes to keep her safe–for the long run?

Excerpt from Bound by Danger:

After parking their vehicles at the apartment complex, Dave quickly met Deidre at her car. She pointed to Charlie’s truck, noting his disappointment as his brow wrinkled slightly.

“I know you talked of supper, but that was only if Charlie wasn’t home. And I really haven’t had a chance to have a word with him.”

Dave nodded and walked her to their landing. She could tell he wasn’t happy about the situation, but it would just have to be. He kissed her briefly on the lips before she hurried into her apartment.

She really liked Dave. He was so much fun to be around and work today had actually been enjoyable, only because of him. But she was so worried about Charlie, she was having a difficult time thinking of much else.

Once she closed her front door, she said, “Charlie, we’ve got to talk.”

He sauntered out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. “A little later—”

“No, now!”

She was determined to find out what her brother had been up to. A clinking in the kitchen made her turn in that direction.

Marilyn walked out of the kitchen with a mug in her hand. “Coffee, sweetie?”

Instantly, Deidre felt her temper rising. She needed to talk to Charlie—alone!

“Uh, no, thanks.” Deidre hastened to her room and slammed the bedroom door. The woman was a leech—a real parasite. Cool down, think, Deidre.

She tore off her Army uniform and slipped into shorts, shirt, and sandals and stormed out of the room. “I’ll talk to you later, Charlie, when we can do it—alone.”

The woman eyed her, looking a little concerned. Why? Because Deidre had her number?

Whoever this woman was, she just toyed with him—certainly not in the market for real estate, commercial or otherwise. She was after something else, Deidre was certain. But what, she hadn’t a clue.

An evening at the mall would be the best bet, but not in Killeen. Temple. She liked it best. They had a Mexican restaurant right next door. A movie theater. Maybe by the time she got home, Ms. Whatever-Her-Real-Name-Was would be gone and Deidre could finally sit down and talk to Charlie.

Deidre got in her car and took off.

Interstate 35 was crowded with traffic for early evening. Irritated, she concentrated on a Mustang zipping in and out of traffic. Won’t make if very far in life, she thought.

A van tailgated her for a while and she applied her brakes. He backed off, then drove around and shot her the finger.

“Jackass,” she said back.

A travel trailer pulled out of her lane in front of her to pass a truck, and she winced as the gravel from the truck flew into her windshield. She glanced into her rearview mirror to check for traffic before she tried to pass.

The black-haired man stared back at her, his white teeth gleaming as he smiled a malicious grin. She shuddered involuntarily. His nose sported a bandage and his raccoon eyes were colored black and blue still from her bout with him on her balcony.

Quickly she glanced into her backseat. There was no one there. Her heart pumped so hard, it was ready to explode.

She knew then…he was coming for her with murderous intent.

***

Dave walked out of the shower and heard banging on his door. After running for the door, he peeked out of his peephole. Marilyn’s face was darkened with concern. He pulled the door open, and she glanced down at the towel wrapped around his waist and smiled.

“I kind of like this look—”

“What do you want, Marilyn?” He hurried back into his bedroom.

She shut the door and followed him. “I’ve been trying to get hold of you—”

“I was showering. What’s up? Aren’t you kind of blowing your cover?”

“Deidre took off to God knows where. Before I could stop him, Charlie chased after her.”

“Jeez, Marilyn.” Without drying off, he hurried to pull his shirt on. “Did you call the state police?”

***

And…they’re all bound for more danger!

So I’m off to write, and hope you have a really, truly, danger-free day!

Terry Spear

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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First Kisses are Really Fun in Romance Novels–Vexing the Highlander

First kisses change the dynamics between an evolving romance between two people. It’s no longer just boy meets girl, but it’s taken to a new level. So when my editor says I need to put it earlier in a book (I always try to have it as early as I can, but sometimes heroes and heroines aren’t cooperating), it really changes things between them. So then the first kiss I had no longer is the first kiss. The relationship between them between the original first kiss and the now earlier first kiss has to be changed to reflect that they’ve had that first kiss. It’s known as the Kiss Effect (you know like the Butterfly Effect–one change changes all?)…okay, so I made it up, but it’s true!

Like anything, setting, plot, characters, the first kiss has to evolve from the relationship between the characters, and it has to be different from any other story you’ve written. Which makes them really fun for me to come up with.

So here is the one from: Vexing the Highlander

Copyrighted by Terry Spear

Feeling panicked, she was afraid she wouldn’t make it down the corridor to her room in time before she was caught.

Alban must have assumed the same thing and suddenly moved her against the wall with his hot body pressing indecently close and held her hostage. “Forgive me,” he breathed against her cheek. And then he moved his warm lips against her mouth and kissed her.

A lady with the right upbringing would never, ever kiss a gentleman—or an untitled Highlander—let alone do so in the king’s own castle when he planned to marry her off to one of his loyal lords. She would never have kissed Alban back—or so she told herself—except to pretend she was not who she was, rather just a servant girl having a good time with one of the king’s honored guests.

Yet, she gave into the kiss as if she’d been trained in the art of kissing, which, with the way Alban was kissing her back, she found it easy to follow his lead. She soaked up the feel of his warm mouth against hers, and the smoldering flame that ignited low in her belly and fanned the heat all the way through her, despite the chill in the corridor. His chest pressed against her breasts, making them tingle with the most delicious need. His manhood stirred against her waist, and she realized why her mother had warned her and her sister never to kiss a gentleman in such a manner. Indeed, not until she was wed to him, for she felt urges she’d never known she could experience. Womanly urges that compelled her to take this further.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, Alban’s mouth smiling slightly against her lips, as she pressed him tighter. She thought if he was as close as he could be, whoever was about to pass them by—hopefully without stopping to speak—would not see her, as tall as Alban was. Though she was hoping the Highlander would not presume she was always this forward with a man whether she knew him or not. Yet she was thrilled beyond measure to enjoy his attentions, even if it was just to keep her reputation intact. But if the man stopped to speak with Alban, and the Highlander quit kissing her to speak with the person in kind, her character would be in tatters.

“Ahem,” the male said, but continued to walk on by.

She didn’t dare glance in his direction to see if she knew the man. Alban didn’t either, but she wasn’t sure if it was because he was so wrapped up in kissing her, or because he was afraid to reveal who she was.

If Alban hadn’t been holding her so close, she would have melted right into the stone floor, her body boneless. His breathing was as labored as hers, his heartbeat pounding just as fast. He didn’t make a move to release her, waiting while the footfalls faded away. He smelled of summer and the woods, of freshly-washed, earthy male. And then the footsteps were gone.

Yet even then, Alban didn’t let her go. “Wait, just a moment more.”

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DEFENDED BY A HIGHLAND RENEGADE by Vonda Sinclair — A bride on the run doesn’t expect a kilted outlaw to come to her rescue…

TARTANS AND TRYSTS by Victoria Roberts — This Highland warrior is about to lose the battle to a lass who’s already won his heart…

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Okay, so that’s it and I’m off to finish up Double Cougar Trouble. It’s done! But I just need to add a couple of things I thought of this morning.

Have a wonderful say!

Terry Spear

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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Heart of the Wolf–In the Beginning…

skipper-brown-butterfly-purple-days-purple-wolf-fall-in-love-024I was writing everything from fantasy and historical to romantic suspense and finally the paranormal, adult romance to children’s stories and young adult at a time when Indie publishing didn’t exist, and ebooks didn’t exist (am I dating myself or what?) Heck, personal computers didn’t exist! The Internet didn’t exist!!!! That meant typing my stories initially. Do you know how hard it is to type stories on a typewriter and cut and paste scenes?  I cut out scenes and taped them together to make the changes, then retyped them.  And you can’t make any mistakes.

Then there’s a problem with submission. Back then, you could submit without an agent, BUT, you had to learn who the new agents were by name, what they were interested in, no such thing as looking them up on the Internet! Books published listing agents were outdated by a year by the time they hit the stands!

When it came time to write my first adult novel, we had personal computers, yay! And the Internet had finally come to my small town in Oklahoma. And that was really the birth of writing for me.

But no Indie publishing for years, and ebooks, when they came into being–didn’t help much because very few readers had ereaders. Small publishers popped up all over the place to publish ebooks only, but until readers had devices to read on, they didn’t sell well. It’s like having a phone before anyone else does. No one to call, right?

So I finally landed some contracts with a couple of bigger publishers, which meant getting advances. With the little ones, no advances. Hope your books stick and sell. But one of the publishers dumped the young adult line a month before my first release came out. And then I sold Heart of the Wolf. It was my big break.

Fifteen years of writing.

Werewolves rule.

Heart of the Wolf
Heart of the Wolf: To win her, he must fight to the death…

Book 1

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of the Wolf

Terry Spear

 

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Excerpt from Heart of the Wolf:

Another crack.  Another stab of pain.  This time her right flank.  She stumbled when her back legs gave out.  What had they shot her with?  She panted, her heart racing as she tried to keep her wits.

The men crashed through the brush toward her.  The boots impacting with the earth radiated outward and the tremor centered in her pads.  She struggled to run.  Her heart rate slowed.

“Man, oh, man, I told you, didn’t I, Thompson?  He’s beautiful,” a tall man said, wearing camouflaged gear, his dark hair chopped short, the bill of a camouflaged baseball cap shading his eyes.  He approached her using caution.

She gave him a feral look that meant danger and dragged her back legs.  Work, damn you!  Work!  But no matter how much she willed her legs to push her forward, she couldn’t manage.  She sat, panic driving her to run, but unable to oblige as a strange numbness slipped through her body.  No longer able to sit up, she rolled over onto her side.  And watched the hunters approach with murder in her eyes.

“Damn!  He’s the biggest red wolf I’ve ever seen, Joe,” Thompson said as both drew closer, cautiously, the smell of fear cloaking them.  He was dressed like the other, only she could see his blue eyes wide with excitement.

She lifted her head, snarled, and snapped her teeth, but the futile effort cost her precious energy.  Exhausted, she dropped her head back to the forest floor, the bed of pine needles tickling her nose.

Joe crouched at her back, then pulled something from her hip.  A dart, not bullets.  Damn.  Her heart beat so slowly she thought she’d die.

“You sure as hell were right that a red wolf prowled these parts.  But they’ve been extinct for years.  How in the hell did he get here?  I mean, he couldn’t have traveled all the way from the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.”  Joe smelled of sweat and sex and a musky deodorant that wasn’t holding up under the pressure, nor was his flowery cologne hiding the body odor.

Thompson, a blond-haired, bearded man smelled just as sweaty and virile, but he wore no artificial sweeteners to attract the female variety.  She could hear his heart hammering against his ribs when he raised her back leg.

Unable to lift her head, she snarled, but the sound, muffled in sleep, didn’t have the threat she intended.

“He’s a she.  Damn.  How’d a female ever get this big?”

She growled, priding herself in being a red wolf, and small.  Sure for a real wolf she appeared big, but as a lupus garou

He ran his hand over her hind leg.  If she hadn’t seen him do it, she’d never have realized it, as numb as her leg was.  “Long legs, best looking red pelt I’ve ever seen on a feral wolf.”  He looked over at the dark-haired man.  “She’s in heat, Joe.  We’ll have to have her mated.”

Mate?  Great.  If they locked her in a room with a real red wolf…ohmigod, they couldn’t be planning on taking her to a zoo.

“That’d be the ticket.”  Joe lifted a cell phone to his ear.  “Hey, we got her!  Yeah, the wolf’s a she, not a he as I’d assumed.  No shit!  I told you I’d seen her running through here last weekend.”

Why hadn’t she seen these men?  Smelled their pungent odors?  Heard them?

She had let down her guard, and now she would pay.

“Yeah, she’s a big one.”  Joe nodded.  “Figured we’d get her with one dart…took two.”  He ran his hand over her side.  She attempted her most terrifying growl, but it sounded more like a sickly, low moan.  “Maybe 110 pounds, more the size of a gray.”  He chuckled.  “I know, I know, I told you she’s big.  No, not fat.  Lean as they come, just longer legged and longer bodied, and she has the prettiest red pelt you ever did see.”

He ran his hand over her back.  “Okay, we’ll pack her out of here.  Be there in about three hours.  Longer if she comes to.  The tranquilizers each were set for a 40-pound wolf, not one as big as she is.  But we didn’t want to overdo it.  And let ‘em know Big Red can have a mate now.  No need to get a loaner from the Melbourne, Florida zoo.  Unless she’s been mating with coyotes, she’s about due for a hunk of a red wolf.”

He laughed, undoubtedly amused at the response to his comment on the other end of the line.

She groaned inwardly.

“All right, out here.”  He turned to the blond.  “Seems a shame if she’s doing so well in these woods that we have to put her into captivity, Thompson.”

“Hey, like you said, she won’t find any of her kind around here.  We’re doing her a favor.”

Inwardly, she fumed, and if she hadn’t been so doped up, she’d have bitten both of them.

***

And that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

Have a wonderfully, fun day!

Back to proofing White Wolf Christmas. Five more chapters to go!

Terry Spear

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”

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The Dark Fae–Wednesday’s Weekly Excerpt!

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The Dark Fae

The World of Fae, Book 1

Terry Spear

 

 

The Dark Fae

Copyright © 2010 by Terry Spear

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Also Available by Terry Spear:

The World of Fae:

The Dark Fae

The Deadly Fae

The Winged Fae

The Ancient Fae

Dragon Fae

Hawk Fae

Phantom Fae

Golden Fae

The World of Elf:

The Shadow Elf

The Darkland Elf (TBA)

Blood Moon Series:

Kiss of the Vampire

Demon Guardian Series:

The Trouble with Demons

Demon Trouble, Too

Demon Hunter (TBA)

Non-Series for Now:

Ghostly Liaisons

The Beast Within

Courtly Masquerade

Deidre’s Secret

The Magic of Inherian:

The Scepter of Salvation

The Mage of Monrovia

Emerald Isle of Mists (TBA)

About The Dark Fae:

Alicia has planned a vacation at South Padre Island with her girlfriend Cassie in forever. But just as they’re enjoying a day on the beach, here comes a dark fae to spoil their holiday, except only she can see what he truly is. Alicia has no idea how upside down her world can turn with a chance meeting with one of the dark fae from the royal house of the Denkar.

Alicia’s always known she’s different–that she can recognize the mischievous fae when they show up to “play” with the humans. Only now she’s faced with one highly annoyed dark fae and she’s certain he knows the truth about her. She can see him, which means her life is forfeit.

Add to that, his sister arrives, who wants to play, too. And their mother, the queen of the Denkar, will want Alicia’s head, once she learns what Alicia can do.

And all because Alicia was attempting to rescue her friend, Cassie, on their beach excursion at South Padre Island, from the wicked fae. Now, Alicia has really gone and done it–and she’s thinking she should have let the fae have his fun. Her friend’s broken heart would be a lot easier to deal with, than Alicia losing her life.

But it is too late for regrets. As soon as she threw the soda at the dark fae’s chest, she had declared war on the fae. And he is happy to take up the challenge.

 

Chapter One

 

Alicia hadn’t left her girlfriend sunbathing on the South Padre Island beach for more than a few minutes when another hot guy approached Cassie—only this one worried her.

He had dark fae written all over him. Well, maybe not written all over him, but the medallion he wore clued her in immediately.

After grabbing the ice-cold sodas from the snack stand, Alicia trudged back through the mounds of hot sand at record speed, trying not to spill their drinks on the white sugar beach. Cassie still lay on her back on her playful seal beach towel next to Alicia’s colorful golden dragon.

Already five guys had hit on Cassie.

What was it with her and guys? It was if Cassie wore a neon sign that stated in bold, colorful, flashing letters, “Come play with me.”

Was it the way she smiled in such a heartwarming fashion? Not to mention the fit of her hot pink bikini on that silky tanned body of hers. Or the way her dark brown curls whipped around her bare shoulders by the Gulf breeze and her equally dark brown eyes smiled at the guys.

Alicia glanced down at the oversized tie-dyed shirt that covered her pale body. Her shimmering blue bikini and curves could catch the guys’ eyes, too, except if she exposed her skin for a few minutes in the sun’s hot rays, she’d be redder than her mother’s roses. Best to hide the bikini rather than ruin her summer vacation with a roasting hot sunburn.

When Alicia grew closer to their claimed speck of sandy territory, the dark-haired guy drew her attention again. He, of course, had eyes only for Cassie.

This one was different from the other guys though.

This one exuded danger and at once Alicia’s internal alarm bells sounded. He was built rock solid, though he appeared to be around seventeen or so like she and Cassie. But the medallion laying flat against his naked chest, the gold disk catching the sun’s rays…the symbol of the royal house of Denkar of fae kind—forced a chill down her spine, despite the sun beating on her bare arms.

His dark hair and eyes and dangerous smile signified he was of the dark fae, the hunter class, the ones who caused more mischief among the human mortals than any other.

Only this time, he’d targeted the wrong human.

Alicia had always considered it a curse that she could see one of the fae in their invisible form because they appeared semi-translucent at the edges. And likewise she could recognize them when they were solidly visible as the golden ring around their eyes glowed like a burning flame when they were angered, or sparkled like shimmering faery dust when they were not. In this case, the medallion etched with a lion’s head—the same one she’d seen described in her father’s journal—indicated the dark fae belonged to the Denkar.

For the moment, she hoped her abilities might be able to save her friend from pain and suffering. But the situation could turn into catastrophic consequences for her if he discovered she knew he was of the fae kind.

The six-foot tall faery towered over Cassie as she sat up on her towel. His dark wet hair curled at his broad shoulders and his golden tanned chest glistened with water droplets from the Gulf. He was beautiful. Dimples appeared when he smiled and laughed, the sound deeply sensual, drawing Cassie under his spell. And Alicia, too, if she didn’t snap out of it. What she wouldn’t give to have a boyfriend who looked like…

She shook her head at herself. The fae killed her kind—those who had the ability to see the fae who were not immortal like them. Her father had said so.

Cassie was getting ready to stand when Alicia reached the two of them, intent on thwarting the faery.

When targeting its intended victim, the fae appeared incredibly one-track minded. Because of this, the Denkar fae didn’t see Alicia arrive only feet away from him. For the moment, he had eyes only for Cassie.

For the moment.

He certainly couldn’t have expected two cups of icy, sweet sodas to fly in his direction. But when the cold, dark drinks splashed against his naked, golden chest—that got his attention.

Or rather Alicia’s attention.

“Oh, sorry.” She tried to keep the giggles under wrap, unsuccessfully.

Cassie glowered at her.

The fae’s glare worried Alicia more as the golden rings around his dark brown eyes glowed brightly. She’d definitely pissed off one royal faery hunter, and she expected payback to be hell.

“Uhm, Cassie, don’t you think we ought to be going?” Alicia glanced at her wrist, intending to tell Cassie it was time for lunch, but remembered too late she’d left her watch back at the hotel.

Cassie opened her mouth to speak, then turned to look at the dark caramelized carbonated drinks dribbling down the fae’s chest toward a pair of shimmering blue swim trunks. Then she looked back at Alicia. Cassie probably couldn’t believe Alicia would ignore what she’d just done to the fae. “Deveron has asked me to go to lunch with him. He’s here for a week of summer vacation also.”

“No, you can’t! I mean…” Alicia was blowing her cover big time.

Deveron’s square jaw tightened as his eyes darkened.

Not good.

“I mean, okay. So where are we going?” Alicia figured neither Cassie nor the fae intended to take her along for the ride. Especially after she anointed him with the sugary drinks. But somehow she had to protect her friend.

Cassie glanced at Deveron, then back at Alicia. “Well, he only asked me. I hope it’s okay with you, Alicia.”

His glare remained fixed on Alicia the whole time.

Will of nerves?

She couldn’t let the hunter know she knew exactly what he was. For too many millennia his kind had destroyed her kind. She had no intention of being the next statistic.

Should she let the fae play with Cassie’s heart, then break it? Certainly it would be less painful than what Alicia would have to go through if the dark fae knew what she was capable of doing and decided to terminate her.

Nope.

Friends took care of friends and Alicia wasn’t about to let some hunk of a fae hurt Cassie.

Even though at the moment, Cassie appeared pretty annoyed with her and didn’t seem to want Alicia’s help in the matter.

Alicia had never met another human who could see the fae like she could either. Though she’d always wondered about her father. He’d abandoned her mother when Alicia was five. But the journal he’d left behind, describing an unreal faery world, made her think he had the ability like her. That’s how she knew the dark faeries hunted the humans who could see them. And that’s how she knew about the various royal houses scattered across the States each with their own symbol-embossed medallions.

But her mother never spoke of her father after he’d called it quits with her early one spring morning. That was the last Alicia had seen him.

The faery finally glanced at Cassie and smiled warmly, but the smile never reached his eyes. “I’ll take a dip in the water to rinse off, then join you at your room in a few minutes.” He turned to look at Alicia as he continued to speak to Cassie. “Bring your friend. It could be extremely—interesting.”

His deep voice was meant to be perfectly sensual, disarming, luring, but Alicia sensed the deadliness to his tone.

The fae usually only targeted one human at a time. But she was certain he’d make an exception in her case.

Magic pink rhododendron flowers on summer mountain. Dramatic ove

Ever wonder why body parts mysteriously fall asleep? Where you put those pesky keys? Why you stumble over nothing in your path? Welcome to the world of fae…

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The Dark Fae

(The World of Fae, Book 1)

Category: Fiction » Young adult or teen » Romance » Fantasy
Alicia has planned a vacation at South Padre Island with her girlfriend Cassie in forever. But just as they’re enjoying a day on the beach, here comes a dark fae to spoil their holiday, except only she can see what he truly is. Alicia has no idea how upside down her world can turn with a chance meeting with one of the dark fae from the royal house of the Denkar.
Alicia’s always known she’s different–that she can recognize the mischievous fae when they show up to “play” with the humans. Only now she’s faced with one highly annoyed dark fae and she’s certain he knows the truth about her. She can see him, which means her life is forfeit.Add to that, his sister arrives, who wants to play, too. And their mother, the queen of the Denkar, will want Alicia’s head, once she learns what Alicia can do.And all because Alicia was attempting to rescue her friend, Cassie, on their beach excursion at South Padre Island, from the wicked fae. Now, Alicia has really gone and done it–and she’s thinking she should have let the fae have his fun. Her friend’s broken heart would be a lot easier to deal with, than Alicia losing her life.But it is too late for regrets. As soon as she threw the soda at the dark fae’s chest, she had declared war on the fae. And he is happy to take up the challenge.
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