New Release!
"New Pack Order"
(Pack Series #4)
by Eve Langlais
Blurb: With the death of
Roderick, an evil hybrid vampire, Marc and the other freed wolves should have
breathed a sigh of relief. Instead, a new menace has arisen. It will take
courage and cunning to battle it–or a cold hearted vampire who, despite his
loner ways, not only forms a bond with a shewolf and a rogue, but establishes a
New Pack Order.
Marc can’t escape the
me mories of what he did while under Roderick’s mental control, but
he can attempt to atone. He begins his quest by saving a female Lycan who needs
guidance—and a mate. The problem is convincing her to accept his help, and his
love.
Thaddeus has lived too long to
waste his time playing the games the other vampires indulge in. However, when it
comes to keeping his kind safe from the notice of humans, he’ll do what it takes
to stop a madman intent on starting a war. He embarks on a one man quest to
avert disaster, but along the way discovers even a killer can become a hero—and
a lover.
Antonia might regret losing her humanity, but with a
werewolf and a vampire at her side, she discovers an inner strength and passion
to not only live, and fight, but to love, not just one, but two very special
men.
Genre: Paranormal/Werewolf
Multi Partner Romance (MFM)
"Pack" series
order:
▪
Book 1: Defying Pack Law
▪
Book 2: Betraying The Pack
▪
Book 3: Seeking Pack Redemption
▪
Book 4: New Pack Order
*Author’s note: This series is
best read in order so that you can understand unfolding events.
Unlike the last time she cried
for help, someone answered her call. She managed to stumble in retreat only
moments before the door swung open. A tall dark figure bathed in shadows filled
the doorway.
Who stood there?
The first thing she noticed was
the red eyes. Glowing eyes. She moaned a fearful, “Roderick.”
The menacing shape took a step
into the cell and terror melted as she beheld the vampire’s face. Not Roderick,
and yet, something about him, something about his presence, his aura, was darkly
familiar. The chiseled features of her abductor were anything but evil, though,
and she couldn’t help a spurt of happiness he’d answered her call. Her vampire
savior back again to the rescue, or her new jailor?
“Don’t fear. It’s me,
Thaddeus.”
An interesting name, old
fashioned and yet it suited him. “Why am I here? Why have you brought me back?
Marc said he burned this place down, how is this possible?”
He arched a brow. “Me? I did
nothing. I’ve never visited this dismal location before. I’m afraid this setting
is of your doing. You drew me into your dream.”
“So this isn’t real?” He
inclined his head, and she heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank God. Once I escaped,
I prayed I’d never have to go back.”
“Neither prayer nor God has
anything to do with it. My understanding is your will kept you alive until the
wolf released you.”
“But who led him to me in the
first place?” she sassed back. Look at her, arguing theology with a
vampire.
Thaddeus laughed. “A question
scholars could debate for centuries and never come to an agreement.”
“Whatever the reason, I’m glad I
escaped.”
“As am I.”
“I find that hard to believe.
Why would you care?”
Thaddeus stepped further into
the cell, a frown knitting his brow as he glanced around the miserable room.
“What Roderick did to you was vile, even by vampire standards.”
“How would you know? I haven’t
told you anything.” And didn’t plan to. That part of her life was best left in
the past, locked away and forgotten.
“You might not have said
anything, but I’ve seen glimpses of it in your mind, and from the memories I’ve
ingested.”
“Double whoa. What do you mean
by seen it and ingested?”
He turned his attention from the
cold stone blocks and focused his gaze on her. “Because you were once in thrall
to Roderick, your mind is similar to an open book, easy to read for those of us
with the power to do so.”
She grimaced. “Great. Nothing
like having your worst moments on display.”
“Your secrets are safe with
me.”
“I’d prefer you not have them at
all. Isn’t there a way of closing the journal of my life?” Before Thaddeus got
to the part where she found him attractive. Don’t think of it. Quick, hide
that thought. She shoved it behind a door in her mind and locked it. “Isn’t
there a mind trick I can learn to prevent you from reading it?”
“I’m afraid the only way you
could close yourself off, at least to others, would be to become a thrall once
again.”
Not the answer she’d hoped for.
Her lips twisted into a moue of displeasure. “You mean become a slave to a
vampire.”
“Not all of us treat humans with
disdain, some are cherished companions. Friends. Even lovers.” He flashed a
seductive smile, one that shot a sizzling heat to her lower belly and curled her
toes.
This guy is so
dangerous. And sexy. She tried to keep her mind on asking questions, which
in retrospect seemed dumb. If she was dreaming, then his answers meant nothing,
but it didn’t stop her from having an imaginary conversation. “You said
something about ingesting memories. I assume you mean Roderick’s? How and why
would you do that?”
“The how is not important, as to
the why, simple. With his memories, even if I don’t agree, I can at least
understand his actions, and find those he’s weakened.”
“Why would you want to find
them? I assure you the asshats he controlled are not worth the effort.” Except
for maybe Marc. Unlike the leering and creepy guys who hung around Roderick,
Marc seemed to have a decent core.
“They might not be the most
preferable of companions, however, they must be located, because if they aren’t,
they will either all die or become slaves to those less benign than
I.”
There was that dreaded fear
again. Like a ball of burning acid, it hurt her chest. “A slave to someone as
bad as Roderick?”
“I daresay worse. Roderick might
have used you as a peon in his quest to build an army loyal only to him. But my
less-compassionate brethren would use you for sick games and torture, and to
start a war.”
It hit her in a moment of
clarity. “But they wouldn’t go near me if I belonged to you.”
“You think me strong enough to
protect you?” His lips curved in a mocking grin.
“Aren’t you?”
Thaddeus laughed. “Yes. But, the
better question is, are you asking me to make you mine? To tie your life to mine
until we die? Somehow, I think your wolf might object to that.”
“He does.” The growled reply
preceded Marc’s entrance into the cell.
Why did it not surprise her that
Marc would also make an appearance in her dream?
She tried to articulate her
reasoning. “If I let Thaddeus claim me, then the other vampires can’t touch
me.”
“We barely know the guy and
you’d let him bite you?”
“I barely know you and yet you
expect me to mate with you.”
“To protect you.”
“Just like I would protect her,”
Thaddeus added. “I actually think it is a brilliant plan. Albeit, without the
wolf. Personally, she could probably survive quite well with just me as her
guardian.”
“Dream on, bloodsucker.” Marc
took an aggressive step forward, but before things could escalate, she stepped
between them.
“Both of you, stop it. This is a
dream. My dream. And that means I’m the one who gets to decide what
happens.”
“Really?” Thaddeus tossed a
wicked smile her way. “Then I should be glad your dream has decided I should
kiss you.”
“No, it hasn’t—” The rest of her
rebuttal was swallowed by lips as Thaddeus, in a blur, closed the gap between
them and enveloped her in his arms—and blew all her senses.
Where Marc’s kiss was a soft,
sensual exploration, Thaddeus undertook a forceful exploration of her mouth. He
didn’t just conquer her lips, he plundered them.
Where Marc’s kiss woke the wolf
within her and drew forth a savage need to claim and give as good as she got,
Thaddeus evoked a darker sensuality, one that made her want to let him have his
way. To have him take charge.
Each different in their style of
embrace, yet she couldn’t have said which she preferred more. But apparently,
they expected her to choose. She found herself spun from the arms of Thaddeus
into those of Marc, who feathered kisses across her cheeks and down her neck,
each spot he touched, tingling with awareness. If wolves could purr, she would
have, instead she contented herself with gasps and tiny moans of
enjoyment.
A blurring motion and she was
back in Thaddeus’s grasp, his fingers digging into her hips as his tongue
invaded her mouth, sliding along hers and causing her to shudder as her arousal
rose in pitch.
Not to be outdone, Marc pressed
against her back, his soft lips nipping at her nape. Thaddeus sucked on her
tongue. Marc blew against the shell of her ear. Their bodies went from clothed
to nude in her dream, the heat and hardness of their erections pressing against
her, front and back. With her eyes close, she distinguished them by the touch of
their hands, the feel of their bodies and the style of their kiss.
Her body heated. Her arousal
spiraled and she panted. Dream or not, she wanted them, wanted them both. And
here, where nothing was truly real, she could do it. Have her vampire lover and
the werewolf, too, with no one the wiser. She moaned her assent, and their hands
tore at her garments, touching her bare skin and…
She woke suddenly, her skin damp
with a sheen of perspiration, the towel lost and the sheets twisted around her
bare limbs.
*~*
Warning: Blood,
temptation and violence ahead. Contains lots of nudity as well as some ménage
situations. Titillation is advised.
Presented by Amira
Press
Cover Artist: Mina
Carter
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