Why
did he have to be human?
Past My Defenses by Wendy Sparrow
Release Date: 6/23/14
Genre: Suspense with a Paranormal slant
Book Synopsis:
Vanessa is the fastest Lycan around. In wolf form, the only threat she
can’t outrun is her allergies. After a feline dander-bomb takes her down, she
wakes up naked in a cage staring at a hot park ranger who had no idea what he’d
trapped. But ooooh, he smells so good. Mine.
Dane hoped to tame the silver wolf in his kennel, but all bets are off
with the deliciously sweet Vanessa on two legs. Her temper makes his pulse
race, and he can’t escape the feeling they belong together.
They’re hot as a forest fire even before they scent-match, but Glacier
Peak’s Alpha considers Dane a danger to the pack. Meanwhile, Lycans are being
poached, and Vanessa has been targeted. Dane will have to keep her close to
protect her, but with Vanessa in heat and mad to mate, who will protect him?
Author Bio:
Schedule:
June 23
Book reviewed at Literary Addicts
Guest blogging at Joyfully Reviewed
Guest blogging at My Book Addiction and More
Book reviewed at All Things Romance
Book featured at Happy Tails and Tales
June 24
Guest blogging at I
Smell Sheep
Book featured at Escape by Fiction
June 25
Book reviewed at Miriam Smith
Guest blogging at Urban Fantasy Investigations
June 26
Book reviewed at Romance for Every World
Book reviewed at What I’m Reading
Book featured at I
Heart Reading
June 27
Book reviewed at In My Humble Opinion
June 30
Guest blogging at In the Pages of a Good Book
Book featured at Lisa Loves Books
Book featured at Becky
on Books…and Quilts
Book featured at Book Nook Nuts
July 1
Interviewed at I’m
Shelf-ish
July 2
Book reviewed at What’s on the Bookshelf
Book featured at RhiReading
Guest blogging at Suzanne Johnson
July 3
Book reviewed at Book Lunatic Ramblings
Book reviewed at She Hearts Books
Guest blogging at Literary Escapism
July 4
Book featured at Sapphyria’s Book Blog
Book reviewed at Snarky Mom Reads
EXCERPT:
~1~
“Why do you sleep with earplugs in?”
He tossed them on the small table
beside the bed. “I don’t normally. You snore like you’re trying to swallow
sandpaper.”
Her mouth dropped open. Oh, no, he
didn’t just say that. “I do not!”
Leaning back, he grabbed his phone off
the same table and punched it on. “You do. It was so earsplitting, I recorded
it because I’ve never heard anything like it.”
The horrible guttural noise made her
hands jump to her own ears. The allergy pills had done the job and now her
better-than-average hearing was assaulted, offended, and even stung from
that…that…that horror. It was like a tree falling—a tree felled by Satan. That
sound was evil. In some way, it was evil.
Dane grinned as he stopped it.
Pointing at his phone, she couldn’t
believe she had to say it, but… “That was not
me.”
He laughed.
He. Laughed.
She was so out of here. She spun away
and bolted. It was an unfair advantage for a Lycan to be on school track teams,
but she’d ignored that and taken Oregon by storm ten years ago. She hadn’t lost
a second on her four-and-a-half-minute mile. And she’d only perfected running
away from what life threw at her since then.
Run.
Now.
Yes.
Hell yes.
Finally, her inner wolf was siding with
her. Even a wolf wouldn’t stay in the room with someone claiming they snored
loud enough to cause sterility. Bastard.
“Vanessa!” he yelled after her.
She made it to the trees at the edge of
his property, fifty feet from the house, dressed in only a flannel shirt, which
was going to hit the ground as soon as she was out of sight and could push the
change.
“Vanessa!” he called from the front
door.
Nothing he said would make her turn
back. She was going to scrub his scent from her skin, from her nose, even if
she had to use bleach. There was nothing…
“I know what you are!”
She stopped. Except that. Damn him and
that infernal ace up his sleeve. Turning back, she yelled, “I don’t know what
you’re talking about, Dane, but you are a rat bastard.”
He grinned at that and shook his head.
“And you are beautiful when you’re pissed.” He took a few lazy steps forward
and leaned against the beams of his front porch. He hadn’t bothered with a
shirt. If he had, she’d already be home. The noon sun filtered through the
branches and brushed his skin with even more gold. He wasn’t half bad
himself—and curse her frantic hormones for noticing that when she was so
furious with him.
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