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She hopped she could still keep the two but knew it was most likely she would have to desert the little red wagon. Alaska whimpered a short distance away causing Anya to jump to her feet. What shocked her was how well she was able to. She figured her knees would cripple but they didn’t. She pushed it to the back of her mind as she looked around for her fluff ball. Alaska had caught sound of a fox, whom in turned though she was breakfast. The fox got her good in the Pat causing Alaska to yelp and get her mommies attention.

We were at war. Just the thought of it was outrageous. While growing up in the Chicago area, I’d never even been in the vicinity of a gang rumble, let alone anything else. Now, after only a few months of leaving an area that ranked in the top twenty-five cities for crime in the USA and moving to what appeared to be a sleepy mountain hamlet wedged between small town USA and a city that was barely large enough to claim the title, not only was I at war, but I was at war with werewolves whose savageness was something the Chicago gangs couldn’t fathom. It was all too surreal.

Wiley preferred to tackle the Alaskan hills. She grinned as the cab dropped her off on a deserted highway. She shouldered her pack and wondered how anyone could have dubbed her state “Seward’s Icebox”. Sure, it was frozen for six months out of the year, but the endless sunshine of the midnight sun and the crisp golden days of fall were breathtaking. Compared to places where the thermometer topped 100 degrees for half the summer, she thought Alaska was heaven. After all, it was easy to toss another log on the fire. What could you do in the desert to ward off the sun; sit in your refrigerator?

“Everyone is out to fuck you. If you go on heat, consent goes out the window. You’d never truly know if you were loved, or just fetishized.” Jasper met his eyes. “Whereas if you’re an alpha, gay, and from different packs…” His voice was barely audible above the crowd around them. “Then you know that you’re loved because everything is against you.” “Yeah,” Reid felt his cheeks heat and his heart skipped a beat. “Yeah, you do.”

And as usual, I made sure my manuscript was clean and had no errors or plot holes. Romance has been my genre since then until now. I have tried to write Horror, Mystery, Children's poems, and Non-Fiction books, but I keep returning to Romance, which drew me to start trying to write in the first place. Because when I was young, I read my Mom's pocketbooks and was enticed to try them. I loved the feeling and emotions it gave me.

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She asked with a scoff. "I wish I could say it was," he slid into his breeches, "Perhaps you can ask your brother, Novak, when next you see him." That was it. That was all it took for Reyana to snap, losing her last sense of reasoning. "You manipulative liar!" AUTHOR'S NOTE: NEW BOOK ALERT!!! DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK, "ALPHA OF THE NORTH: HIS WEAKNESS, HER CURSE. It is a dark romance book. Intriguing and suspense-filled.

Alissa My nostrils pick up scents I've never smelled before, some delicious and some not so much. Akira's bite made gifts to my body, I feel extremely strong, my instincts as well as my senses are sharper and I feel a strange force telling me to run. I walk through the doors of Bob's restaurant and my nostrils catch the scent of grease, food and arousal, this particular scent overpowers any other, I now understand Akira's concern for mating days, the wolves that haven't found their mates yet they relieve themselves by seeking carnal pleasures with humans or their own kind, but some abuse this power by hurting women.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All I Ask of You (Heron’s Landing Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

he murmured. Jackson’s eyes narrowed. Andrea bit her lip and turned away in an unsuccessful bid to hide her grin. Looked like Mathin wasn’t the only one who’d come for his girl. Haunt men always finished what they started. About the author: I'm a multi-published author, living on a small farm with mini milk goats and a big garden. I spent the first 34 years of my life in Alaska, land of the midnight sun, but these days I'm located in Washington, and am enjoying a much warmer sun.