WOLF ON BOARD by Heather Long
Meet Jake Danes of Hudson River, Lone Wolf, avid gamer,
extreme sports enthusiast, and surfer.
He’s spent the last two years roaming free, exploring the world and
escaping the dark place his pack had become after betrayal and murder tore them
apart. Sure life has changed at home,
but Jake’s having way too much fun to return.
Riding the waves in Monterrey, and living out of a van…it’s the prefect
life, one he never wants to give up no matter how many calls he’s fielding from
his big brother…then he catches her scent.
Mimi Chase wanted one perfect year. One year away from pack politics and her
mother’s matchmaking efforts. Ever since
her big brother settled into mating with a healer, Mimi’s mom seems to have
gone into overtime in throwing her at every eligible male in the pack. Choosing to roam seemed the best option, and
California an ideal location to get away from everything pack related. Her plans for art classes, yoga on the beach,
maybe a cooking lesson or two while living a hippy dippy lifestyle are all she
cares about…until another worlf butts into her every activity - doesn’t he know
the rules?
Lone Wolves aren’t supposed to form relationships, so why
doesn’t he catch a hint? Worse, why
isn’t she working harder to make sure he does?
Read an Excerpt from WOLF ON BOARD
Mimi grabbed a blanket and her yoga mat from the back of her
Mini Cooper. She loved the tiny little vehicle. No matter how often her brother
scoffed at the minute size of the car, she didn’t care. It was perfect for her.
Compact, like she was, and capable of great speeds—just like her. Locking it
up, she glanced east at the rising sun and smiled. It was a little after six in
the morning and she’d already had a bit of a run, a lovely cup of hot tea with
lemon and ginger to cleanse her system, and she would enjoy the full sunrise
and rolling surf with her yoga.
Pausing, she took a deep breath of the salt flavored air.
She loved the way the beach smelled. Warm sand. Cool water. Brine. Fish. Birds.
Even the coconut oil favored by some of the sunbathers and honest sweat from
those running on the paths—they all combined to soothe her soul. Tucking the
rolled blanket and yoga mat beneath her arm, she closed the hatch on the car
and pivoted to walk toward the beach.
A hint of wolf on the breeze had her pausing to scan the
area. Other than a handful of vehicles in the lot, and a couple of runners
jogging farther away, she didn’t see anyone. Still, she tested the scent once
more. It was faint, as though diluted by the breeze and time. She tracked it
all the way to a dilapidated Volkswagen van. It reminded her of the Mystery
Machine from Scooby Doo without the paint job.
The scent of wolf grew stronger. The van had to belong to
whomever the wolf was, but the lack of fresh markers told her while his scent
lingered, he wasn’t present. Adjusting her grip on the rolled blanket and mat,
she circled away from the van and continued toward the beach all the while
reminding herself that other Lone Wolves may choose to wander California for
the same reason she did. No one claimed the beautiful state…well at least not
this far north. The closest pack to her location was Sutter Butte, but she’d
never heard any word of them taking an interest in the beaches.
Then again, she didn’t talk to a lot of people about the
political geography of packs. If it’s all the same, I’d prefer not to encounter
any of them. They have a bad rap and I’m on a journey of serenity, and
self-discovery…and totally avoiding Mother’s matchmaking. The little voice at
the end sounded way too much like her brother Owen’s, and she giggled. Owen, at
least, had been sympathetic to her cause when she’d told him and Mason why she
wanted to take the time to study in the Golden State.
Her mother’s habit of making pro and con lists for all of
the pack’s current eligible bachelors had been bad enough, but when she’d
talked to Gillian about potential mates in Hudson River and began colluding
with Claudia Buckley about Delta Crescent, Mimi wanted out.
It was so bad, she’d actually asked Owen to get Gillian
pregnant just to distract their mother. The silence on his end of the phone had
been priceless, followed by peals of laughter from Gillian. Fortunately, her
desperation had communicated itself well enough and he’d endorsed her request.
Mason made her promise to return at the end of one year, even if she was
enjoying herself, and she would be free to return to her studies after, if that
was her desire.
Mason is the bomb. She hopped over the rocks to land on the
sand and began to stroll in search of a spot that would speak to her. Not only
had her alpha understood her dilemma and sympathized with it, he didn’t
chastise her for the need to stretch herself beyond the confines of pack and
parental expectation. Mimi’s skills for tracking had earned her high marks
growing up, and more than one offer from the Hunters to apprentice. It made
sense—both her father and her brother were Hunters. Even her two younger
brothers were well on the way toward Hunter apprenticeships. Felicity had zero
interest in the Hunter parts of their DNA, she preferred her flowers and
cultivation, working closely with Tiffany Huston. Still, Mimi didn’t share her
sister’s interest in horticulture or her mother’s desire to educate their young
or her father and brothers’ drive to protect the pack.
She was…not sure who I am, which is why I am doing this. The year away from her mother served two
purposes; she could take some classes and test her areas of interest from art
to acting to writing. She could study yoga and find some serenity. Maybe even
figure out who she was, because wasn’t that the whole point of a roam? Most
wolves took time to roam the country; some even went around the world.
Murphy had done that and came home with a mate. Mimi
grimaced. She loved Murphy, but really, could she have not brought home some
gorgeous Italian and mated him with all the requisite gossip? It had Mimi’s
mother nudging her to consider a year abroad in…where else? Italy. Shaking her
head, she paused on a perfectly smooth area of sand and spread her blanket
before unrolling her yoga mat in the center.
Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths. Inhaling
calm, and exhaling the stress. Her mother was in Willow Bend. Mimi was in
California. No ridiculous blind dates or not-so-casual meetings with eligible
bachelors. Thank God Dylan mated before her mother got it into her head to
throw Mimi at every male who came along, she’d actually had a crush on Dylan
and he definitely fell into the category of eligible before Chrystal.
Growling, she opened her eyes and glared at the water. She
was hardly alone on the beach. Laughter drifted towards her from where the
surfers made their way toward deeper water, or where some sat astride their
boards waiting for the water to come in. She was supposed to be letting go of
her anxiety and not stressing about her mother, mating, or any of a dozen other
issues being so far away from the pack could rouse in her.
She’d been in California for three weeks. Three gloriously
wonderful, and peaceful weeks. This morning marked a full forty-eight hours
since her mother’s last phone call. As loathe, as she was to hurt her feelings,
Mimi couldn’t help but be relieved that distance had finally done what she
hadn’t been able to manage.
Her mother was quiet.
So hush… Telling herself repeatedly didn’t silence the
nagging internal monologue. Mindful of her surroundings, she quieted her growl
and concentrated on her breathing. Mountain pose let her stretch her hands
toward the sky and raise her face to the breeze. It elongated her spine and let
her stretch the muscles from her hamstrings to her deltoids. The wind caressed
her face and tousled her hair and batted away the riot of thoughts invading her
mind.
From mountain she went to tree pose and rested her right
foot against the side of her left knee. Her muscles quivered at first, but
gradually she relaxed into the sturdiness. Like the tree she emulated, she let
the woes of her mother’s romantic aspirations blow past her. The steadiness
bolstered her confidence.
Warrior pose drew away the last curtain and let her mind
relax. Her wolf stretched within her, their hearing seeming to sharpen as they
noticed the increase of traffic beyond, the crash of water against the shore,
and the call of birds overhead. Wolf and woman catalogued the sounds as she
pushed her body, identifying any potential threats or lack thereof and
remaining mindful.
By the time she drifted into a graceful downward dog, she’d
relaxed her breathing and banished her anxiety. Curling her toes, she concentrated
on feeling the wholeness of the position, the hinging arch of her hips and the
warmth of the sand beneath the mat and blanket.
From triangle pose to seated twists to bridges, she pushed
her body to achieve perfect serenity while maintaining her sense of being in
the present. The sun warmed her as it continued a steady rise, and she basked
in the rays as they heated her skin. When she finally settled into a lotus
pose, she let her mind drift, as though flotsam upon the waves before her.
The world withdrew, leaving her alone with the lapping
water, humming cars, and screech of seagulls…then water dripped on her. The icy
sensation of splashing drops was cold against her skin. Though there had been
no call for rain in the forecast, she fought to hold onto her sense of inner
peace and deepened her breathing…only to inhale a lungful of coconut and brine
mingling with the green scent of dewy sea grass atop the sand dunes with
slivers of mint and…
Mimi jerked her eyes open and stared into the blue eyes of
the wolf squatting right in front of her. His long, straggly hair clung wetly
to his face and shoulders. The wet suit left little of his physique to the
imagination, and he canted his head as though trying to figure her out. This
close, however, she couldn’t miss a single nuance of his expression or the
drops of water sliding off of him to splash wetly against her legs.
How the hell had he approached her so stealthily that she
hadn’t sensed or scented him before he dripped on her?
Worse…who was he and what did he want?
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, as though aware of her racing her
thoughts. “What brings a sexy little wolf like you to my stretch of beach?” A
slow grin spread his mouth wide, and her stomach did a little flip flop. He was
gorgeous and damn if he didn’t know it.
Just what she needed…a hot, sexy wolf who was most assuredly
male and made her wolf stand up to take notice. Ignoring her animal’s very
natural curiosity, she narrowed her eyes. “I was enjoying a quiet morning. Now
go away.”
One thing about having Owen for a brother, she wasn’t
helpless, even if she was tiny. Closing her eyes again, she forced her muscles
to relax and prayed he’d take the direction well, even as she prepared for the
worst.
Other Books in the Wolves of Willow Bend Series:
DESERT WOLF
Cassius, Alpha of Sutter Butte, leads the most ruthless and
dangerous pack in the United States. A pack comprised of misfits who didn’t fit
in their previous packs, cast offs discarded by their packs and forgotten
wolves who rose to create a pack more than a century before it utter defiance
of the order of the day. Sometimes pitiless and cruel, he wants more for his
people than a yearly bloodbath as they fight for a new place, a better spot in
the pecking order. To change his pack, means to change himself and he will find
rebellion on all sides, not the least of which is his own defiant heart.
Sovvan Stark, Omega of Delta Crescent, lives a cherished,
beloved life in the center of her pack, a delicate and hard won balance. Though
she is not the only Omega, she is the most experienced with the tremors of pack
upset when power shifts from Alpha to Alpha. When her Alpha approaches her
about Sutter Butte’s request, Sovvan considers the matter for several long
months. While she might hold within her the key to helping the Sutter Butte
Alpha, the undertaking could very well kill her.
Accompanied by a single Hound, Sovvan begins a journey to
help Cassius rebuild the foundation of his pack, but first she will have to
transform him…
SNOW WOLF
Ranae is the youngest of the Buckleys, and the only girl
amongst three powerful male siblings. Her restlessness and dominant nature has
affected every relationship within Willow Bend, not to mention testing the
patience of her Alpha. Apprenticeship to the Hunters fed her desire for a
purpose. When her Alpha and eldest brother ask her to undertake a mission to
the Yukon territory, she’s thrilled at the opportunity for a real chance to be
useful. Clashing with the Alpha was the last thing she expected on the
dangerous assignment.
The oldest Alpha in the U.S. packs, lives a gray existence.
The loss of his mate so many decades before wears away at him, until he doesn’t
give a damn about anything. The problems of the other packs are not his, and he
prefers to be left to his isolation. The arrival of the Chief Enforcer annoys
him, but it is the wolf traveling with him who wakes the predator in Diesel.
The scent of mate clings to her, but she rejects his overtures and challenges
him on every level.
War may be coming for the Yukon, but Diesel’s battle is very
personal…
About Heather Long:
National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.
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