Title: Loup-Garou For You
Author: Katalina Leon
Publisher: Ellora’s
Cave
Length: 156 pgs
Sub-Genre: Erotic,
romance, paranormal
Blurb:
Bayou Country, 1834. Aubert Marston awakens on the eve of his
twenty-seventh birthday to discover he’s undergone some disturbing physical
changes. His body is bigger, stronger and hairier than it’s ever been, and
burns with the lust of a beast. To make matters worse, a hundred guests are
about to arrive for the plantation’s annual ball.
A mysterious young woman named Corrine appears in his home,
temping Aubert to unleash the inner lycan, and family secrets from a medieval
past surface. Corrine lures Aubert to a bayou camp of Cajun
Loup-Garous—werewolves, But Aubert’s wealth and good looks are no advantage
here. He must surrender to his feral nature and fight tooth and claw against
another male pack member to claim Corrine as his own.
Inside Scoop: This story contains mild bondage, southern
hospitality, consensual sexual torment, f/f, m/m, anal play, cage fighting and
unfettered animal lust. Enjoy!
A Romantica® historical paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Ellora’s Cave
Publishing: http://www.ellorascave.com/loup-garou-for-you.html
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Excerpt:
Prologue
With clockwork precision, in the restless hour before dawn,
the oppressive leviathan of a nightmare rose from the depths, grabbed Aubert
and yanked him down.
Once the dream captured him there was no hope of being spared.
Aubert’s heart pounded and sweat broke on his brow, but all he could do was
endure the inevitable as it unfolded behind his closed lids. He willed himself
to wake but there was no escape from the anguish that insisted on being relived
each morning.
This had happened so often in recent days that it was more
of a ritual than a dream. Aubert remained alert but helpless as a strange
trancelike state dragged him along an unrelenting storyline seemingly written
in stone.
He heard the familiar crunch of frost beneath his boots and
felt the chill of a howling gale as he crossed a rugged mountain pass. He
glanced down and saw the same sight he saw every morning—a rough woolen tunic
covered in chain mail, bloodstained leather leggings and a dagger strapped to his
hip. The details never varied. A jolt of insight raced through him that this
wasn’t merely a dream, that this limbo realm was as solid as anything he’d ever
known.
The rocky pass descended into a steep valley cleaved in two
by a turbulent green river. Against an amber sunset a rustic cottage with
curved walls and a conical thatched roof perched near the river’s edge. The
cottage appeared neglected, without a trace of candlelight within or a
comforting curl of smoke rising from the hearth.
He knew what came next and it didn’t lessen the emotional
impact in the slightest. He’d memorized this part of the dream. Tortured
thoughts tumbled through his mind.
She must be
freezing. Why didn’t she light a fire? I left her enough wood for winter...
And indeed a well-stocked woodpile sat unused beside the
cottage.
At that moment, true panic set in.
He had to reach the cottage and find her. There would be no
peace until he knew. He ran so fast he slid and toppled on the icy path. The
hilt of his heavy broadsword struck and bruised his leg. He stood and limped
forward but he wasn’t moving fast enough.
He cast the sword aside in frustration, stripped away his
clothing and fell to the ground on all fours. He scraped his fingers into the
frozen earth, relishing the biting sting of ice beneath his fingernails, and
watched as his hands transformed into gripping paws and his arms and legs
morphed into the lean limbs of a wolf.
He sprang to his feet in the agile body of a wolf and loped
down the path at great speed. As he approached the cottage, he stopped to sniff
the air. Snow flurries stung his eyes as he squinted with suspicion through the
cottage’s unlatched door. He sensed no movement in the shadows, nor did he catch the faint whiff of
a freshly extinguished campfire, all disturbing signs that he was alone in this
desolate place.
He padded inside the cottage, sniffing everything in frantic
agitation, but only a faded hint of her hung in the air. In a crushing instant
he knew she’d deserted the cottage weeks, perhaps months ago while he was on
crusade.
Aside from a bed, table and a few practical things, the
cottage was bare. Her colorful silk scarves, painted bowls and endless jars
filled with dried herbs and magical talismans were missing—including her sacred
book of truths, the possession of which was a virtual death sentence if
discovered by the royal court.
Before he had left on the king’s errand into Saracen
territory, she had warned him it would have to be this way when he returned and
he had refused to believe her.
The harsh facts soured in his soul. The love of his life and
his secret wife was gone. He knew she had fled east to distant lands, where his
liege King Charlemagne forbade him to follow. By now she was far beyond his
reach. Bitter emptiness unlike any tragedy he’d ever tasted sliced deep into
his heart.
He hated her for leaving and wanted her back but he also
understood why she had done it. She’d saved her life and his, and most likely
the life of their unborn child. After the enchantment she’d cast on him, she
couldn’t remain in France and expect to live.
For everyone’s sake, the secret had to remain hidden. In his
heart of hearts he knew she had done the right thing, but it didn’t ease his
grief. Now that she was gone he’d never again have what he desired most. Bleak
days lay ahead. True love, passion and a piece of his soul were lost to him.
There would be no replacing her. Any woman who followed in her wake would
merely be a shadow of what had been.
He threw back his head and howled the low, mournful wolf
wail of an abandoned mate.
There was no answer within the valley’s icy solitude.
In that abysmal moment he locked his heart, trapping
loneliness and anger within, and pounced on the bed they had shared as lovers.
In a vicious storm of flying straw and feathers, he tore into the mattress with
fangs bared and shredded it, guaranteeing no one would ever lie on their
wedding bed again.
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About the Author:
I’m an
artist, an author, mother and wife. I write for Ellora’s Cave, Loose Id
Publishing and a couple new publishers to be announced soon. I try to bring a
touch of the mystical and a big sense of adventure to everything I write
because I believe there’s a bold, kick-ass heroine inside all of us who wants
to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.
Website: www.katalinaleon.com
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