A wolf on the edge, deadly shifter political games, and an unexpected attraction. Sloane Wyman is haunted by her past and she’ll let nothing get in the way of her future. She’s vowed to defend her pack as long as there is breath in her lungs. Benedict MacKinnon can’t trust the beast within. Not since it burst forth and nearly cost him everything. But when his brother and mate are accused of murder, he’s willing to put everything on the line. Benedict must stand before the supreme council in their defense, even if it costs him his life. Lying and scheming enemies eager to see him spiral out of control test his resolve at every turn. Sloane, as his back-up, is more of a hindrance than a help thanks to the unwanted primal attraction that leaves his inner wolf rumbling. As they become targets in a game they don’t know the rules, and the clock ticks down on their deadline, can they outsmart their enemies? Will they allow themselves to unite via the mate bond? Or will their attempts to save those they love meet a bloody end?
Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.
A wolf who almost lost control of his beast must dive into the belly of shifter politics with a tough female enforcer as a body guard to protect his pack and save his sister. While navigating politics, they must overcome their own prejudices and attraction, while fighting the knives aimed at their back to save their pack.
What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?
My favorite moment is at the beginning when Sloane is running patrol to avoid Benedict and she comes upon him anyway. They’re both tense, from the stress on their Pack and from the attraction they both feel, and agree to work it off by sparring. She is shocked to find out how much stronger he is, because he is supposed to be not in complete control, so most assume he is a weaker wolf, then he kisses her and she goes up in flames.
How do you use magic in your book?
My books are mainly about shifters, though I have witches who use their own magic to help heal and level curses on others. Like any magic, it’s the user who decides if the magic is good or bad.
Would your hero enjoy pumpkin spice lattes, candy corn, or apple bobbing?
Benedict would probably like the lattes, but not the rest of the activities. He’s too urbane for the activities.
What costume would your heroine (or hero if MM) wear to a halloween party?
Benedict would wear something dark and simple, maybe a cape over his regular clothes. Sloane would wear a warrior outfit, maybe Zena or an Amazon outfit, maybe a gladiator. She is always trying to prove herself.
What scene did you adore writing in this book?
One of the scenes I saw right from the beginning was when Sloane had to fight at the black moment. Having her, not the hero (Benedict) fight was a big deal for me. She needed to face her demon in this book and it was a real gender bender to have the female MC do battle at the black moment and put my alpha male on the sidelines. That scene was so hard yet one I worked so hard on to make it just right.
Is this book a spooky/scary PNR, or a cozy/snuggling with a monster PNR?
I call this more of an action, suspense PNR. No horror but there is a mystery and suspense element to the story.
What is your favorite monster to write?
I am working on an Orc book, not the Lord of the Rings orcs, and they’re fun!
If you had to pick, would you rather have fangs, claws, or wings?
I’d want claws, definitely. Slash my way out of trouble!
Halloween’s coming. Do you do anything special to celebrate?
I like giving out candy and seeing all the kids in their costumes. That’s fun for me. And dressing up my cocker spaniel, Bentley.
He watched her, carefully sidestepping in the circle to counter her as she studied him, partially crouched, her hands in front of her. Sloane was patient, a strong and competent fighter, but she had one flaw. She could be swayed by emotion, which made her vulnerable. Then again, emotion made everyone vulnerable, didn’t it?
So, he let a slow smile stretch across his face and his gaze travel over her shirt to her bare legs. “That shirt never looked so good.”
A low growl erupted from Sloane’s throat, and sparks flashed in her eyes, but she remained calm, just watching him for her way in. She reached out with her hand then kicked her leg to the back of his knee to take him down, but he jumped back in time.
“Not bad, Wyman. A little slow but you’ll get there. Eventually.”
He smirked and swiped a hand out, his claws slicing the shirt in four precise cuts right over her torso, down to the hem. The breeze fluttered the edges of the shirt, and she glared at him, her anger rising. She lunged wildly, and he made a half-turn then grabbed her arm and twisted her off-balance, pulling her close to his body.
He leaned into her ear, nipping lightly. “Gotcha.”
He quickly released her and stepped back. She whirled around, her eyes wild, her teeth bared, frustration evident. He grinned. “This is so much better than sparring with Hugh. I’ll have to come back here more often.”
Again, her leg kicked out, catching him behind the knee, but instead of going down, he grabbed her leg and flipped her. He followed her down onto the soft earth, pinning her in place. Her wide eyes stared up at him, and then he did the one thing he’d been wanting to do since he’d seen her two weeks prior.
He kissed her.
Sloane froze under him, her body stiff and tense, her lips cool and unresponsive, but then they softened, and she opened her mouth, responding to his kiss with as much passion as she had in the previous fight. His tongue tangled with hers while his hand roamed under the shirt that barely covered her, riding up to expose her skin to him. He caressed the side of one of her breasts, his thumb stroking over her nipple until it beaded under his touch, and she arched into his body as if silently begging for more.
Her hands clutched his back, claws pricking his skin, not to push away but to pull him closer, and she lightly scored him down his back, marking him for anyone to see later. Her leg wrapped around his waist, her heel digging into his lower back, bringing his denim-covered erection into full contact with the heat of her center.
Sabrina Silvers began her writing career dreaming of elves, orcs, and hobbits in the fantasy section of her local library, looking in wardrobes for Narnia and Aslan, and hunting for gnomes in the forest. To her dismay, she never found any of them except between the pages of her books.
So, she had to go out and create them for herself, leading to her lifelong love of reading and writing and dreaming about adventures, fantasy creatures and love in fantasy lands! She divides her time between writing sexy contemporary romances under a different pen name, reading, knitting and being owned by a very spoiled cocker spaniel who does not share her love of fantasy creatures.