The Call
Book Two
BA Tortuga
Genre: Shifter, Paranormal
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: August 1 2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-96-8
ASIN: TBA
Word Count: 26500
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description
These two sexy
shapeshifters are playing to win.
Wendy isn't part of anyone's pack, not
anymore. As a cop, she can handle anything, even getting rid of her evil ex.
Too bad local werewolf alpha Brett has different ideas. He doesn’t care if
Wendy wants to be a lone wolf. He has to protect all the wolves in his town.
Including her. Especially her.
Wendy finds Brett irritating, overbearing
and sexy beyond belief. Brett thinks Wendy is trouble with a capital T and
hotter than the dog days of summer. Butting heads can be fun, but there are
other ways to rub against each other. Intimate, lusty ways.
Excerpt
The sting when Brett,
the big alpha of Boulder’s local packlands, popped her ass shocked Wendy down
to the bone and she snarled, her inner wolf overcoming her inner cop in a
fierce rush, everything in her reminding her that she wasn’t part of a pack.
Any pack. The tiny burst of pain distracted her from the growing panic that she
had been investigating the wrong perpetrators ever since the attack on Mike
last night.
“You’re lucky I don’t
have my sidearm on me, you fuck!” she snarled at Brett, teeth almost snapping
at the air.
“I’m lucky? You probably
would have drawn down on Stephanie here in the state you’re in if it wasn’t for
me. I can fucking smell your panic.” Brett bared his teeth at her, growling, as
if this was her fault.
“What’s going on?” Her
best friend Stephanie was a sweetheart, a dear little wonder of witchiness,
with her potions and rites and the constant scent of sage and rosemary. But
some fights were for weres. Alone. And Steph wasn’t a werewolf.
“I don’t know, but she’s
freaking out,” the big alpha said and casually shifted, moving halfway between
her and Steph, separating them. That was a classic strategy, but she wasn’t a
perp. She was here looking for evidence in Mike’s attack. Sweet, gentle EMT
Mike, whose big crime had been taking Stephanie out on a date. Except that
wasn’t the case, was it? This wasn’t about Stephanie. This was about Wendy and
her past and the reason why she wasn’t part of a pack anymore.
“I am not freaking out!”
Wendy caught herself yelling, that tiny bead of guilt growing since last night
when she’d smelled something totally unexpected on Mike’s wound.
Not feral dogs, as the
policeman in her had suspected. Not Stephanie’s jealous lovers, Shaw and
Jordan, as the wolf in her had expected. No. She’d smelled the bastard who had
been her worst nightmare, once upon a time.
“I don’t... Wendy?
Honey?” Stephanie sounded so freaked out, stepping toward her.
“You just...” Wendy
could feel panic creeping up inside her, and by the moon, that made her mad.
“Stop.” Brett barked,
the command in the man’s voice undeniable, fierce.
Wendy rocked back on her
heels and she fought the urge to howl. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Steph
asked and came to her, hugged her tight, and damn, didn’t that make her feel
worse? Wendy was the one who had accused Stephanie’s lovers of injuring Mike
and now... “What’s wrong, honey? You can tell me.”
“I don’t know. I thought
for sure I wouldn’t ever. This is all my fault.” Apologizing was hard. Wendy
hated it.
“Nonsense.” Stephanie sounded so sure.
“No. He followed me
here. I can smell him now. I thought at the hospital I could, but it was so
medicinal. He—” Jack was here. Jack, her crazy ex, had found her again, after
so many years.
“He who?” Brett asked,
voice sharp, getting right in her face. God, he was a fine son of a bitch, even
if he didn’t know squat about her.
“It’s not your problem!”
Wendy snapped, the guilt about Jack following her here, endangering others,
making everything worse.
“My packlands, my
problem.” Brett’s chest bumped into hers and she was reminded, rather
forcefully, that wolf pack alphas were used to getting exactly what they
wanted, the information they needed. Now.
“Guys. Guys, careful.”
Stephanie started flailing, her panicky voice scraping along Wendy’s nerves
like nails down a chalkboard. Brett grabbed Stephanie by the upper arms,
shifting her away with surprisingly gentle hands.
“You’re an asshole. The
goddamn alphas always are. I really need to find a town without a goddamn
pack.” Wendy poked Brett in the chest with one finger, acting way braver than
she felt.
Brett’s nostrils flared,
then the man’s eyes went bright yellow. “Who is attacking people in my town?”
The scent of angry male
hit her dead on, but it wasn’t Brett. It was another. Not right. Rotten and in
wolf form. Jack.
“Shit!” Brett whirled
before she even had a chance to respond, shifting to his own wolf form in a
breath, and Wendy knew she knew she couldn’t hold onto her humanity.
“Wendy?” Steph backed
away. “Wendy, oh Goddess.”
Wendy looked at her
dearest friend in the whole world. Her oh so human friend. “Go, Steph. Run.
You’re just going to get hurt if you stay. I’ll call you.”
The change took her in a
rush, the world turning gray as she hit the ground on her paws, her clothes
falling away as she spun to fight the violent bastard who was trying to ruin
her life.
Brett barked,
encouraging her to flank Jack as he attacked from the front, going immediately
for Jack’s throat. Jack was wickedly smart, though, and deflected the blow,
chasing after Stephanie instead.
No. No way.
No way.
They both gave chase,
paws digging into the asphalt as they headed out.
Run! Run!
About the
Author:
B.A. Tortuga Texan to the bone and an
unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds,
getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not
doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting,
and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include
her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of
coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from
fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her
damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast
Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With
books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most
traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the
voices in her head.
For more information on other books by
B.A., visit her official website:
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