Good morning! I hope you’re having a great weekend so far. Thank you for stopping by the release party. Today I have two books to talk about. One is Storm Stallion, the eighth story in my Horsemen series. The other is Avalanche, the fourth story in my Witches and Wolves series (writing as Saloni Quinby).
To enter for the chance to win a pdf download of either Storm Stallion or Avalanche (do be delivered after it releases next week), leave a comment. At the end of the party, one winner will be chosen a random from the entries. To enter you must be 18 or over.
I hope you enjoy the following excerpt from Avalanche.
I’m looking forward to the party today!
(Witches and Wolves 4)
by Saloni Quinby
M/M/F Erotic Shapeshifter
Coming soon from Changeling Press.
Torrance – For ten years he’s battled demons alone. A warrior witch whose magic drives him to absorb sexual energy, he’s lived in exile from his coven, banished for a mistake of his youth.
Chloe – Thrust into a world of demons, she has just discovered her magical powers, but will she survive to explore them?
Tyler – A lone werewolf vacationing in the wilds of Canada, he never expected to fall in love, until he meets two desperate witches.
The three join forces against demons bent on taking over the world. Chloe and Tyler use their sexual energy to empower Torrance–witch, warrior and a man longing for love.
The following excerpt from Avalanche is for readers 18 and over.
Torrance awoke gasping and sweaty. His back stung from the demon’s claws. He had a pounding headache and still felt exhausted though by the dimness of the room he must have been asleep for at least a couple of hours. The wood in the fireplace glowed red, but the room was still fairly warm–or perhaps it just felt that way since the nightmare left him overheated.
He heard voices from the kitchen–Chloe and a deep male voice that sent a pang of fear through him until he remembered their unwanted guest.
He stood and groaned. Hell, he was in his early thirties but he felt about seventy. His sustained use of magic over the past month without recharging was like running a marathon every day without ever taking sustenance . He couldn’t last like this forever. Time was running out in more ways than one.
He walked to the kitchen and lurked in the doorway. Chloe and Tyler sat facing each other at the breakfast table. Both looked determined and Chloe looked almost angry, her dark eyes blazing.
“You’re still here?” Torrance said to Tyler.
The wolf–now in human form and surprisingly handsome–turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
“You didn’t think I’d actually leave without knowing what you’re doing here?”
“I’m not inclined to satisfy your curiosity,” Torrance replied.
“It’s all right,” the wolf said. “Chloe told me everything.”
Rage shot through Torrance. His fists clenched and he glared at her. “I can’t believe you’d–“
“He’s lying,” she said. “I didn’t tell him anything.”
Torrance reined in his anger and glanced at the wolf. “Oh, I nearly slid into that one. I’m not at my best at the moment.”
“I noticed. In fact you look worse than before your nap. Tell me what the problem is and I might be able to help.”
“Since when do werewolves know anything about magic? Your kind frown on it, am I right?”
“You’re generalizing, so in this case you’re wrong. I’m not an expert on magic, but I have acquaintances who are.”
“Good for you, but it will take more than that for me to trust you. For all I know your friends could be on the wrong side.”
“The wrong side?” Tyler pressed.
“We’re done answering your questions. I’m sorry I buried you in the snow. Thank you for helping me home, but my hospitality just ran out. I’m going upstairs for a shower. When I come back you’d better be gone or this will get ugly.”
Torrance turned to leave, but paused at Chloe’s gasp.
“Shit, what happened to your back?” she demanded.
Straining to glance behind him, Torrance reached around and felt warm stickiness on his torn shirt.
“That wasn’t there earlier,” the wolf said. His big hands fell lightly on Torrance’s shoulders.
“Hey,” Torrance snapped, trying to pull away, but the wolf’s grip tightened.
“Calm down,” the wolf said. “You’re going to need help cleaning these. You might even need stitches. How did this happen?”
“None of your business.”
“It’s the nightmares, isn’t it?” Chloe asked.