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Sanctuary Unbound goes on sale tomorrow (or today, if you shop at My Bookstore & More!) and A Safe Harbor goes on sale July 13th. The former features a badass vampire lumberjack. The latter, a devious werewolf bootlegger."
I'm officially on Team Werewolf Bootlegger, sorry all you Vampire Lumberjack lovers! I'm a complete wolf-girl at heart and although plaid can be quite appealing to this Canadian girl, I simply can't resist a well dressed man in a suit! So what if his career choices of have put him on the wrong side of the law...more than likely with his werewolf metabolism, the alcohol would have very little effect on him, so what do we have? A man who can keep you in all the latest styles, with an amazing body physique, preternatural senses, loyalty, stamina and he'll never lose that great body no matter what you feed him! And don't forget if you ever lose your way in the woods, he can become furry to keep you warm!...Not that a bootlegger would be wandering around the woods that often...well, maybe just to get his smuggled goods to his waiting patrons!
From A Safe Harbor by Moira Rogers...umm...YUM!
"The press of his power didn't help--he was clearly a strong wolf, one full of rough, edgy dominance that stirred the wolf inside her with unrestrained curiosity."
"With him so close, his scent overwhelmed everything. It was masculine, uncompromising, smells she associated with the type of men she'd never had much to do with before Adam. Sweat and dirt and liquor and the lead and gunpowder that meant he had a weapon on him, and underneath all that the indefinable something that said wolf.
Or maybe that wasn't a scent at all, but the brush of magic. It was more primal than smell, an instinctive prompting that told her another wolf was near. And more than that--a strong wolf. A male. An alpha, dominant whether he led a pack or not, a wolf she didn't have to protect. Someone who could help her protect those in her care."