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Holiday romances are so much fun, whether it is about reconnecting or finding new love, something about the winter holidays just compounds those amazing feelings and makes for some great love stories. It is a great time to publish a holiday romance because people are in the mood for wonderful escapes. Last year I wrote a holiday romance titled Cherished Gift from the Paranormal Hypnotherapy Files.

It is a second chance at love romance centered around soulmates and past lives with a little danger sprinkled into the mix to make it a Brumfield original.

Everyone loves the winter holiday season, except Jenna. For as long as she can remember her holiday season has been filled with night terrors that have destroyed every relationship in her life. It is like she is cursed. She doesn't know it, but she is. At her lowest moments she meets Clara, a hypnotherapist who helps her disconnect the past life night terrors and along the way, find her soulmate. Just as Michael and Jenna reconnect in this life they have a showdown with the demon that has plagued their existences for over a century. It is a great little HEA holiday novella (I like to call them lunchtime escapes). Grab a copy on Amazon for only $0.99 here.

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This is a great shifter romantic serial that is currently in competition at Read Freely to be named one of the 50 Best Indie Books of 2015 under the paranormal category. The entire six part serial is published on Amazon and currently on sale for only $2.99 which is a killer deal.

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The story behind Assassin's Mate (Supernaturally Shipwrecked Series) plus excerpt and video

December 15th, 2015 is the release date for Assassin's Mate from the Supernaturally Shipwrecked Series. The novella is a HEA for a Tigress named Silver aka Scarlet and her Panther mate Brock. Every book in this series will be HEA or HFN for the adult romances and can be read out of order just like my Demon Fairy Tales (Dragons' Succubus and Dragon's Demon Dancer), Vanished (Death Interrupted and The Mating Challenge), Mystery Springs (The Witch's Vampire), Magical Secrets (Genie's Treasure), and the Paranormal Hypnotherapy Files (Cherished Gift).

I started this series as a shifter dating cruise which was connected to the Refuge Island which is an island paranormal creatures go to for sanctuary. Silver/Scarlett's sister, brother, mom and pop are actually in hiding on this island and Silver goes to work for a cruise line as a way to escape her psychotic ex-fiance. This was adapted from the dating cruise idea to an action packed, page turning adventure of a man falling for a girl and risking his life to save her from marrying the wrong man. Going forward the series will focus on patrons of the supernatural cruise ship and Refuge Island.

I also decided to try cat shifters in this novella because I polled my reading club and they mentioned cat shifters would be an interesting change. I really enjoyed writing the purr-fect romance for these two characters and I think you're going to finish the book and feel good about the romantic story and the adventure.

Check out more from me on the novella in this video.





Here is an excerpt for this adult paranormal shifter romance. I hope you enjoy the story.

Introduction:

Scarlett Jennings is on the run from a sadistic ex-fiancé. She takes refuge on a supernatural cruise liner as a dancer. She doesn’t make plans for her future because she knows he will find her someday. Brock Martin is part of an order of assassins. He hops on the supernatural cruise to kill his next target but is intercepted by a red-headed tigress. After one kiss he makes plans to take out his mark and spend the rest of the week courting the beautiful dancer. There’s only one problem with those plans, his Scarlett has a hefty price on her head and he’s been dispatched to collect.

Chapter One

Scarlett Jennings caught a movement out of her peripheral vision as she was working through the new choreography for the coming night’s performance backstage. Damn cat vision was more of a curse than a blessing. Being the only one scheduled for the stage for the next thirty minutes the appearance of another person was suspicious. The hair that rose on the back of her neck had her running softly after the intruder when she landed from her leap across the stage. Something wasn’t right. If she was smart she’d call the cruise line’s security team, but she and authorities didn’t mix well and she’d feel idiotic if she called the cops on a fellow dancer that was simply getting ready for his scheduled time on the stage. It wasn’t the best way to make a first impression with whoever the stranger was, and she couldn’t afford the drama that might come from narking on a colleague who wasn’t doing anything wrong. Without this job, she only had one other option and sanctuary wasn’t the right move at the moment. It would put those she loved in danger. She needed this dancing gig far more than she’d ever admit out loud.

Her slippered feet padded silently across the floor as she followed the shadowy figure that went deeper into the unauthorized area of the ship. She was pretty sure this intruder wasn’t a fellow performer and began to rethink her pursuit. The cat that shared her mind warned of danger and flooded her body with adrenaline. The instinct to turn and escape was strong, but the urge to chase prey was stronger. The cat and human were at odds, and once again the tigress would win the battle for control. Her speed picked up as she continued to follow the mysterious figure further into the ship.

He, (she assumed he was a he because of his build), took a left down a restricted hallway. She continued her stalking, and was taken by surprise when strong arms snaked around her waist and slammed her against the ship’s wall. “What the…” the impact took her breath away and his dangerous looks robbed her of her second breath.

His hand covered her mouth as he moved closer to her neck and whispered, “Why are you following me?”

Her heart beat double time. Her eyes grew large, pupils dilated as fear flooded her system. She felt a primal need to escape, but another, deep down, wanted to stay. This wasn’t the same fear she felt in Joshua’s presence. This was different. She tried to talk, but his large hand muffled her words. “Mrph um mph.”

“I’m going to remove my hand. If you scream, I’ll break your neck, understand?”

Scarlett nodded. His words should’ve chilled her to the core, should have, but they didn’t. His intensity excited her. Something was obviously wrong with her mind. She’d never felt so many mixed feelings. Her first inclination was to fight the man, and her second was to kiss his rugged lips. Everywhere he touched a spark lit in her nerves and sent her brain into panic mode. Her fight-or-flight instinct should take over, only, instead, she wanted to curl up in the man’s lap and purr.

Slowly, he moved his hand from her lips, but kept his other hand on her waist, fingernails digging softly into her flesh holding her against the wall, and keeping her from fleeing even if she wanted to, which was the farthest thing from her thoughts in that minute.

“Why are you following me?” The snarl in his voice was far from scary, more sexy and primal.

Gods, Scarlett. Pull it together, she chastised herself silently. “I saw you backstage and was curious,” she lied.

“So you put yourself at risk out of curiosity?” He sounded irritated with her. Why? He was the one doing suspicious things.

She shrugged. “You know what they say, ‘curiosity kills the cat’.”

Uncomfortable silence spread between them as he stared into her eyes, like he could see into her soul and read her thoughts. Finally he said, “I suppose you’re going to tell me you’re a cat shifter.”

His grip on her waist eased up, and she felt sad at the loss of pressure from his hand. She never liked the bad boy types, probably because her ex-fiancé was the worst of the devils, but something about this man made her ignite. “I’ll share what I am if you’ll reciprocate.”

A tiny tick started in his cheek, just below his dimple, and his mossy green eyes narrowed on her with distrust. “Panther.”

“Tiger,” she replied, thankful he gave in enough to share his alter ego with her. “What are you doing down here?  It’s restricted.” She whispered loudly.

He readjusted the strap to the shoulder bag she just realized he was carrying. The action caused a lock of his black hair to fall into his eyes. She resisted the urge to reach up and brush it back. It had been too long since she’d found comfort in a man’s arms. It was the only way she could describe the feelings whirling around her body like a tornado.

“Do you make a habit of asking strangers questions that could get you killed?”

The bluntness of his words were like a kick to the gut. The man had already threatened to break her neck and now he was implying her actions could get her killed? She’d seen danger all her life, her home was virtually a warzone. It was why she couldn’t go back. She couldn’t lose this job because far worse hazards waited for her there.

“If threatening a girl is your usual pick…” her words were cut off when his lips pressed against hers. At first, she denied his advance, but the slide of his tongue along her lips tempered any resistance, and she opened up to him and the pleasures he was offering. He didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. His grip on her waist tightened, and his other hand eased into the red curls at the nape of her neck forcing her head back allowing him more control.

She’d never been kissed by a handsome stranger before, and she intended to enjoy the moment. His tongue took authority and rolled over hers like an ocean wave driving her desire up a notch, stealing her breath away. Tension tightened in her middle and grew needy as his hot, ready body pressed her harder against the cold metal wall of the ship. They began the primal dance pressing their bodies together at the center and grinding to a silent rhythm that made them want more.

Her leg rose of its own accord and wrapped around his waist pulling him harder against her as he masterfully thrust his hardness against her. His fingers on her waist moved to her thigh and she felt a pleasurable sting as his fingernails bit slightly into her flesh. Desire and want rose in her and threatened to send her soaring into the sky like one of the jumps in her dance.

“What are you two doing in here?” The harsh tone of a security guard hissed at them, washing over Scarlett like a cold shower.

The bastard kissed me to keep from getting caught! They broke from the kiss, both short of breath, staring oddly into each other’s eyes. A connection was made, no doubt. What that connection was she couldn’t say with her mind all jumbled and confused.

He grinned, and with inhuman speed, picked her up and held her in his arms. “Sorry, officer, we just got married and were looking for a little privacy.”

Married? She didn’t even know the man’s name, and she was suddenly his alibi for some sort of criminal activity, she was sure, but the passion he lit in her from a single kiss kept her from saying what her brain knew was right. She simply blushed – blushed, and allowed him to carry her off as the security guard escorted them out of the restricted area.

Grab the full story on Amazon here for only $0.99. I hope you enjoy the romance between these two characters and their story. Have a wonderful week and thank you for reading.

Meet the men of Rhyme's Reason

Meet the men of Rhyme's Reason, the second romantic serial from the Dating a Werewolf Series. If you've read Rayne's Thunder you've met Rhyme. She is the lead in this new romantic murder mystery serial.

Introduction

Rhyme Manchester is the second in her family to take on the Mating Games. Despite the chaos that ensued for her little sister, Rayne, during her own games, Rhyme decides to give it a go. All three siblings only have one year to mate and marry and time is running out. Logically, it makes perfect sense.

The problem is that Rhyme has never had the best emotional intelligence. Intelligence is her comfort zone and she will need to escape that tidy little box she has put her life into in order to find the love of her life.

When one of the ten contenders is murdered on the opening night of the games, Rhyme’s reason flies out the window. What is worse, all signs point to multiple contenders in the competition for her heart as the potential killer. Will she be able to work through the clues to find the other half to her soul? And when she does, will that man be a murderer or will he be the next one murdered?

This is the first book in a six installment paranormal romantic murder mystery serial from the Dating a Werewolf Series. Thank you for joining Rhyme as she embarks upon her journey to love in part one of Rhyme’s Reason.

Chapter One

DEAR DIARY, I’M STARTING THIS journal to keep my life in order, my emotions in check, and to help me make the most informed decision possible as to who I should choose as my mate. So much has happened in the last few months. My father passed away. My brother became the Colorado Alpha. My sister found her mate. My best friend, Isaac, was killed in a battle that bordered on the epically infamous Hattfields and McCoys feud, in truth, many people died in that battle, all over becoming alpha. I never really understood the need for power. My father had that gene, so does River. All I ever wanted was love, but I digress.

I have not even begun to tell you about how my little sister became the second Colorado alpha. Rayne was kidnapped and forced to kill her captor. In that one act, she went from a tracker wolf to an alpha pack leader herself, and now she and River have split the territory of Colorado. I can promise you, I have no intention of becoming an alpha, and I hope the Mating Games go smoother for me than they did for Raynie.

I’m ahead of myself, again… See, that’s why I decided to make this diary. If given leeway, I tend to babble. It is one way to process information, one I learned in law school. Thinking out loud, kind of like brainstorming. And you’d never guess how much you can discover when you talk out the problem. Not the most effective way, but it worked for me. It also helps me to write out lists, especially pros and cons. Seeing it written in front of your eyes in a logical manner helps to eliminate the emotional factor that messes everything up.

So I guess you’re wondering why the need to get married and find my mate? I would be wondering, inquisitive mind and all. Another law school trait.

When our father died, he left behind some hefty stipulations in his will. The only way we’d be able to receive our inheritance would be if all three of us find our mates and get married within a year of his death. One down, two to go.

Ironically, the one person I could see myself with, once we helped him over his own grief, died, and now I’m mourning Isaac’s loss while trying to find my husband. Father left each of us a list of ten men he pre-approved for the match, but while he was always good at pairing off his pack mates, his track record with his children wasn’t stellar. Well, that’s not true. He matched Storm and Rayne, but that was a no-brainer. We all saw that coming, all of us but Rayne.

He also picked men who betrayed my sister and our pack. Grayson, may his soul burn in hell for eternity, and Brick, who was now in the Authority prison for his betrayal were also on his list and they were epic fails. Interestingly enough, he also had Simon on Rayne’s list who is now dating Chloe, which killed two birds with one stone. Daddy never wanted River and Chloe to date, and putting Simon in the mix helped with that. It was pretty obvious Simon wasn’t meant for my sister. He was nothing like her type.

I’ve already broken off one engagement to a cheating lawyer and one of the men from father’s list, Jax. He turned out to be a better friend than lover. There was always a kind of wall between us. One I had no clue how to break down. He was good at playing the doting beau, but after seeing Rayne and Storm together I knew I was settling.

I almost fell for him, but my little sister taught me one thing, a mate is a cherished gift and if you picked the right one, the fireworks would light the night sky. I wonder if I’ll be able to recognize love if it comes? Rayne says it will bite you in the ass if you ignore it. You just know.

If it is possible, I want to find that soul-searing lover that leaves me vulnerable and yet safe in the arms of the man made for me. It’s not too much to ask, right?

I’ve never really opened up to the idea of sharing my emotions and trusting someone enough to make that a reality, but I’m going to give it my best shot. I promise. Which brings me back full circle. The reason I’m writing in this journal is so I can keep my thoughts straight and avoid letting my emotions muck things up. I figure I can use this as an analysis system. It will help me balance the pros and cons and make an informative decision.

It seemed like a tall order, but I’ve opened my heart to the probability of it working. Now the challenge will be to pick the right man that I can trust with my heart, and do so in a timely manner.

They say you can’t hurry love, but my father was obviously not of that school of thought. The idea that all three of us will find our true loves in a year is tough to swallow, but I am not going to let my family down and I have a vested interest in this, more so than the others. Well, that may not be true, but I have a problem, and that money will help me get out of the hole I’ve buried myself in. Hopefully, the man I choose will help me stay out of trouble in the future. Who knows? I guess we’ll see.

Okay, that’s Eva, the Games’ Master calling me. Things are about to get started. Wish me luck!

Rhyme

Rhyme closed her journal quickly and hid it away in her desk. “Coming!”

Eva was outside the door, tapping her foot impatiently on the carpeted hallway. “I do hope you’re not going to be as difficult as your sister was during this whole process, Rhyme.” She tossed her red hair behind her shoulder and raised her dark eyebrow in the unspoken question.

“My sister wasn’t difficult, Eva. She just didn’t like all the restricting rules.” Rhyme defended Rayne. She really hated it when people spoke ill of others, especially when those others were members of her family. “Raynie, has never been big on being told what she should and shouldn’t do.”

Eva sighed and placed a hand on her thick hip as she examined Rhyme's looks. She had styled her dark hair in a French twist, a style she was extremely comfortable with and applied makeup to her pale skin. They had lost Georgio, Eva’s stylist, during the rogue attack that happened during Rayne’s Mating Game session. His death was heartbreaking. Eva and Georgio seemed close so it was logical she hadn’t replaced him yet. That meant it was up to Rhyme to do her own hair and makeup, something she didn’t mind at all. At least until she had to endure Eva’s scrutiny.

Thankfully, she approved of Rhyme’s fashion sense, for the most part. “It will have to do. Now get downstairs so you can greet the men who are competing for your hand in marriage.”

Rhyme ran into her closet, grabbed her heels, and followed Eva’s heavyset frame down the stairs. No amount of preparation could make her feel comfortable for what she was about to face outside. She’d read all the dossiers on the men she was going to be welcoming into her home, which were sent to her by uncle Mitchell, the executor of the will. On paper, they all seemed suitable mates, but she expected no less from the list of men her father had left her in the will. Rayne’s adventure reinforced Rhyme’s belief that just because they looked good on paper didn’t mean they were decent people. She’d seen many people in her time as a lawyer that looked good on paper or in person, but turned out to be real slime bags.

“Are you ready for this?” River, Rhyme’s brother and her alpha, asked as she joined him on the front porch of the compound. The blazing sun that reflected off the fresh layer of light snow outside blinded her. She loved fall and winter in Colorado. It could snow one day, and the next, be fresh and clear as a spring day. Since this was autumn, she knew the snow would melt away by afternoon as though it hadn’t even fallen.

She blinked her ice-blue eyes, the same shade as his, as she tried to focus on his dark hair, which was longer than usual, a sign he was still stressing over the recent alpha responsibilities. “No. Not really,” she told him honestly as his tan skin and ruggedly handsome good looks came into focus.

He chuckled. “I’m sure it’ll go easier than Raynie’s games.”

“It better. I don’t think I can handle all that chaos as well as she did. When will she be coming home?”

“You’re a Manchester, You’d swim in that situation rather than sink, and you’ll have us here to help you if you get tangled in seaweed.”

Rhyme rolled her eyes at River’s attempt at comedic metaphors. Father was brilliant with them. River, not so much. He was still a work in progress.

“She’ll be here in the next couple of days. She’s bringing Simon and Chloe. Apparently she wants to discuss wedding plans.” River’s grin wavered slightly. Seeing Chloe move on with Simon couldn’t be easy for him, but he was handling it like a trooper. “Do you have any favorites yet?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Nope, I’m going to go with my gut and see where that leads me.”

“Good luck with that, sis.”

She elbowed him in the stomach.

“What? We both know your gut feelings aren’t always the most reliable.” He rubbed his torso as a black Town Car pulled up the gravel driveway.

Rhyme sucked in a nervous breath as they watched Mack Fredericks exit the vehicle. He wore a white suit, which contrasted brilliantly against his dark skin. His black hair was shaved close to his head and his brown eyes held an intriguing spark. He straightened his suit and pulled out a bouquet of flowers from the car. His movements were fluid and stealthy as he walked toward Rhyme. Before she could react, he held her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. The touch ignited an interest in her body. He was sweet, as far as she could tell, and quite the gentleman.

“Pleasure to meet you, Rhyme.” His European accent only increased the instant attraction. From what Rhyme read in his file, he was a regular Indiana Jones. Doctor of Archeology, curator of the National Arts Museum in Denver, Colorado, and a black belt in Ju Jitsu.

She couldn’t help the slight blush that colored her cheeks. “Nice to meet you, Mack.”

“Yes, very nice to meet you, Mack. I look forward to chatting with you about your work at the museum.” River offered his hand to shake. Mack accepted, but was reluctant to turn his attention away from Rhyme, which only made her temperature rise.

“And the adventures I’ve experienced as an archeologist?” He gave a knowing grin to River before turning his attention back on Rhyme. The intensity in his stare was creating heat in her body.

“Yes, I’m sure you have a great many interesting stories.” River acknowledged. Rhyme knew he was an adventurer. River had always wanted to have an exciting career in anthropology or as a covert spy, but father had other plans for him, being the firstborn, and his son, River’s destiny was determined before he took his first breath.

“I hope I’ll get to hear some of those tales too.” Rhyme told them both.

Mack nodded and took his spot next to Eva just as a second man exited the town car.

The first thing Rhyme noticed was his wavy, dark brown hair that hung just above his shoulders. His hair moved so fluidly it reminded her of those chocolate commercials, ribbons of ooey gooey deliciousness. Her mouth watered and fingers itched to touch the strands. As her gaze traveled, she stopped at his green eyes, then his sexy smile and strong, square jaw. He wore a green plaid button-down shirt over a dark grey t-shirt that did little to hide his rough and tough build. The stonewashed, relaxed fit jeans he wore hugged his hips and large thighs, and covered his cowboy boots. Rhyme recognized him as Trigger Malone, the owner of the Wolf Creek Ranch in Montana. He was all muscle compacted in a 5’10” frame. He moved with ease and had a genuine smile, and what seemed like an easy-going attitude, but there was a glint of danger in those moss-colored eyes, just enough to catch and hold her attention.

“You are far more beautiful than your photo.” Trigger smiled as he walked up to Rhyme and gave her a hug, which surprised her. After the shock wore off, she relaxed in his embrace moments before he pulled back. “I’ve been excited to meet you ever since I got the call from Eva. I’m sorry for your loss,” he told her in a country boy accent that made her stomach call out the butterflies.

Sadness rolled through Rhyme for a moment. She knew he was referring to her father, but there was far more loss surrounding her family than one man, including her best friend and his fiancé. “Thank you.”

“It’s a rough world we live in, but that knowledge doesn’t make it any easier.” His words indicated he also knew about the recent tragedies that had befallen the Manchester house. He squeezed her hand in a comforting gesture, which served to spark her interest. He seemed genuine. It was nice. He was far more profound than she would’ve thought. Trigger was going to be interesting to get to know.

He handed her a wooden miniature of a wolf, then he took his spot next to Mack just as the next car came up the drive. Rhyme found herself fascinated with the tiny wolf statue. It was an intricate design. She turned to him. “Did you make this?”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am, I did.”

“You are very talented.”

“Thank you kindly.” He winked and Rhyme felt the flutter of butterfly wings in her gut again. Two for two. ‘Well, father, so far so good’ she thought to herself as the next bachelor approached. His blond hair looked like wavy ribbons that layered around his boyish good looks and hovered around ear length. The tan on his skin indicated he loved the outdoors. He was wearing jeans, a blue t-shirt, which matched his eyes, and a worn leather biker’s jacket, which showed he liked his motorcycle, and her dossier told her that motorcycle was a Harley Davidson. He sauntered across the gravel drive to her side and placed a patch in her hands.

She looked down, and read the words, ‘Lives to be a bad girl’ and couldn’t help the smile that spread across her lips. She was the farthest thing from a bad girl, but had always wanted a bad boy to help her live dangerously.

“Dash O’Grady, I presume?”

“Right on the money, sweetheart. You might as well toss all the others out the window and ride off in the sunset with me on my hog.” His words rolled over her like a toxic spill. Something didn’t seem right about him. He was sexy. He said all the right words, but when he spoke, his close proximity made her want to step back. He reminded her of those smarmy guys who thought they were God’s gift to women. She didn’t like smooth talking douche bags. ‘Looks like I thanked you too soon, father.’ She thought to herself.

“I think we’ll let this game play through and see what happens.” She placed a hand on his granite chest as he moved closer to keep distance between them. “But it is good to know you are so confident in your ability to win my heart.”

“I’m confident you’ll find us perfectly suited for each other.” He grinned and settled for a kiss on the back of her hand.

It took every ounce of willpower in her not to wipe her hand off. She wasn’t ready to discount him yet, but he hadn’t rubbed her correctly and she wasn’t impressed with their first meeting.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she recognized Levi Mason as he breezed across the space between them. He was a lawyer, a very good defense attorney, and Rhyme figured they’d have the most in common. His light brown hair, layered with golden highlights from the sun showed he really did enjoy the surfing that the report outlined as one of his favorite past times. The Puka shell necklace he wore around his neck confirmed his hobby further. Today, he wore khaki pants and a polo shirt, but she had a feeling he looked just as delicious in Bermuda shorts, flip-flops, and little else, which was her idea of the perfect beach attire for a physically fit man. When he smiled, his teeth seemed to glow. It was painfully obvious he used a little too much whitener, but he was known for his easy-going smile and she guessed he was attempting to put his best assets forward.

“Rhyme, I’m very pleased to see you again.”

“As am I. I’m glad to see you were able to work around your schedule to participate.” She smiled shyly. She’d gone up against this man in court a couple of times and he was quite the contender.

“I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” When he smiled, a dimple showed in his cheek, one to match the other in his chin. Aside from the cheek imperfection, his face was perfectly symmetrical which was rare in the werewolf world. Noses and other bones were often broken from rough housing. Thanks to the transformation, things didn’t always morph back correctly. It wasn’t like an arm would move to a leg, but even Rhyme had seen minute in discrepancies after a change or two. They usually fixed themselves after a couple more morphs, but it was common happenstance in their world to see minor changes in one’s appearance over time. “I’m hoping the heat in the courtroom translates to heat in our personal lives also.” He whispered in her ear as he leaned in to kiss her cheek.

If Rhyme was honest with herself, he was one of her top choices, on paper anyway, and it also helped that she knew him in the real world outside of this competition, not that they were ever friends. Being on opposite sides of the courtroom didn’t make it easy to socialize.

The next man to put his name in the running for Rhyme’s hand in marriage was Chance Woodbridge. Short for Chancellor Woodbridge III. He looked like he was getting ready to hit the ski lodge. Navy blue cashmere sweater with tan khakis and brown shoes. His auburn hair feathered back lightly over his ears. His face and hands were lightly sprinkled with freckles, and a peach tone. His fingernails were manicured and Rhyme guessed he’d never seen a day of real work in his life. He was put together like a GQ model, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he was strong enough to be a contender for her heart. She liked manly men, the kind that could work on a broken down vehicle one minute and then carry himself like a socialite the next.

“Hello, Rhyme, nice to meet you.” He spoke with an Aussie accent, which helped up the attraction level. She searched her mind to review the file she had on this man. He was a trust fund kid from Australia. There was very little detail of the man other than his extensive partying history. He wasn’t her top choice, but she’d give him a chance -- no pun intended.

Next up was Elijah Jenkins. His hair was long, dirty-blond, and tied back in a leather ponytail at the nape of his thick neck. His face was strong, and the claw mark scar on his neck indicated he was a wolf that was made, not born into the life. He was built smaller than most of the other wolves, but Rhyme was sure he was a scrapper. He shook her hand and pulled her into an embrace, which was only off-setting for a moment. The man smelled of rosewater and pine, and was far stronger than he looked. ‘A firm handshake can tell a lot about a man,’ Rhyme’s father’s voice echoed in her mind.

“It’s nice to meet you, Elijah.” She told him when he let her go. He was a preacher, but he wasn’t wearing his collar. He wore a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt, and he wore them well. Very well.

Rhyme had to admit she was excited to see Diesel Jacovich. He was as handsome as his picture. Olive skin, shaved head, and dark, inquisitive eyes. Diesel owned a martial arts dojo as well as a coffee shop. He was a successful businessman which was probably the reason why father had picked him; a prominent business owner who knew how to fight and defend his family.

“Hello, Rhyme.” He nodded and kissed the back of her hand. His dark eyes intensely focused on her blue ones. The stare made her feel unnerved, but she held her ground. His touch was electric and she was disappointed when he pulled his hand away. Something about this man intrigued her.

“Nice to meet you, Diesel.” She smiled.

Myles Dunkin was the second to last man to arrive. He did so in style, eclectic style. The man walked up strumming a guitar and serenading Rhyme on the front steps with the song ‘Stairway to Heaven’. His voice was smooth as silk. He had green eyes that were alert and playful, and a smile that teased and enticed. His sturdy build and strong jaw were simply the bow that tied the sexy package together. He had long, wavy, brown hair, and like most of the men in the group, he had muscles that moved smoothly under his tan skin.

There was a military tattoo poking out from under his t-shirt sleeve, a stark reminder of his time in the service. According to the file she had on him, he served in Iraq and Afghanistan before returning home to take care of his ailing father who recently died. Something they had in common. There was something ‘nice’ about the man, but ‘nice’ wasn’t always good in the wolf world, and with all the drama that had descended upon her family lately, nice wasn’t a safe place to be.

The next man to join the competition was Stone Phillips. This man gave his name justice. He looked like a stone statue, and had just as much definition, from what she could see under his tight t-shirt, as those Greek marble statues. His pecs were the size of boulders and his arms looked more like missile launchers than guns. His blond hair made her think of the Norwegian God, Thor. This man was actually a bear shifter while the others were wolves. It was odd he made the list. Father wasn’t a purist, but he had never recommended anyone but wolves to her as possible mates. The idea that he was a bear shifter intrigued her more so than his striking good looks.

The file she had on him was sparse in comparison to the others, probably because intel on a bear would be more difficult than that of a wolf. She knew very little about him other than he lived in the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York. How he and father knew each other was a mystery and one she intended to discover.

“A pleasure to meet you, Rhyme.”

“And you.” Rhyme repeated. “I look forward to hearing more about the Adirondacks.” She told him.

“Of course, and I look forward to hearing more about the Rockies. They are beautiful.”

“Yes, they are.” She agreed.

The tenth man, Jackson Lasiter, was already out of the competition. They’d decided they were better off friends. He’d be arriving later that night and joining in, but more as a spy to tell her what was going on when she wasn’t around than an actual contestant.

“Our last contestant will be arriving tomorrow, but tonight I’ve put together a party in the garden so everyone can get to know each other better.” Eva announced. “So if you’ll follow me.”

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Things are looking bleak for the Manchester family and their allies. Death surrounds them as the rogues move in for the kill. In the midst of all the chaos the Mating Games continue. Rayne is on a time table and so are the rest of the siblings. In the Battle Beings and the Games Continue Rayne finally chooses her mate. She also uncovers a conspiracy perpetrated by some of the contestants for her hand in marriage. Despite everything, happily ever after is within her grasp if she can just survive the rogue attack. 

CHAPTER ONE

SYLVIE’S DEATH WAS LIKE THE CALM moments before the storm. When her heart stopped beating, the thunder roared and lightning struck the ground. A child of Mother Nature was dead and nature would mourn as would all of us. The battle lines were drawn and there was no turning back. The Colorado Pack would support its allies, and the rogue faction and the witches on their side were going to be casualties in the aftermath of the tornado that was my brother. I'd never seen him so angry. It charged all of us, making us feel indestructible, which was not a good place to be when entering into battle. And that was what we were preparing for, battle.

Despite the haze of sadness that covered us like a blanket of snow, I was happy to see that River was going to fight for his alpha seat. He’d been somewhat hesitant the last few times we spoke, always the compassionate one, caring about how his actions would affect others, how his ascension would impact our lives, never really seeking the power. But that was River, he was never a power hungry fool. He cared more for those in his life than status. It was father who pushed him into the alpha position and expected him to take the proverbial throne. Now that another had died fighting his war, he took it as a personal debt he needed to repay. He’d make sure Sylvie’s death was not in vain.

River and I were in the room when she stopped breathing. We were exchanging shifts. I was coming on and he was going to bed. She’d survived a week, but was still in critical condition. Dr. Jacobson and his colleague, Dr. Jericho, had done everything medically possible, but the magical infection that was attacking her system was powerful, and being a supernatural wound, we couldn’t take her to the emergency room. Ericka had called in the best healers available from multiple states, but with the witches divided the political red tape between those that could help and those that wouldn’t was thick.

Despite the odds, we truly believed she’d survive. Isaac was so convinced she’d pull through that he had relented and allowed us to watch over her in shifts so he could get some sleep. It was the third day of our shifts when I walked into Sylvie’s room. The memory of the moment still shook me to the core.

River was holding Sylvie’s hand. He was pleading with her to fight, tears streaming down his face. “Where the hell is the doctor?” He growled.

Sylvie’s body convulsed as River held her, his touch offering any possible comfort his presence would allow. He looked right past me. It all happened so fast that I barely processed what was happening before Dr. Jacobson ran into the room, pushing me aside as he went to work trying to save her. When he started chest compressions, realization hit me. She was dying.

I’d seen death before. I planned to be a doctor. My father forced me to hunt. I was a she-wolf. It didn’t numb me. I respected the loss of life. But no amount of familiarity would change the reaction I had when I witnessed the actual act of a human dying, it was terrifying. A cold, hard reality that we all face some day. It only made matters worse that she was so young. Cut down in the prime of life for what? Power?

“Did you hear me, Rayne?” River asked as he pumped the air bag over Sylvie’s body. His voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Call Isaac! He needs to be here.”

I nodded, pulled the phone out of my pocket and dialed Isaac’s number, never taking my eyes off the frantic scene in front of me. When I knew he was on his way I took River’s spot at Sylvie’s side. It became a rhythmic dance between me and Dr. Jacobson. He’d compress her chest, pump pump, and I’d force air through the air bag over Sylvie’s mouth, squeeze. Pump, pump, squeeze. Pump, pump, squeeze.

We kept that dance going until Isaac arrived. By then, it’d been at least five minutes. He arrived to a corpse. The heartbreak on his face made my chest heavy. I struggled to swallow as he collapsed to his knees. “No!” It was the most heart rendering sound I’d ever heard. We both stopped the pump, pump, squeeze tango. Dr. Jacobson shook his head sadly. River turned and punched a hole in the wall as he let out a deafening howl.

There was nothing any of us could do. She was gone. Death claimed its first victim in this war. People started filing into the room. Everyone was there to pay respects. Ericka and Matthew were the next to let out wails of grief. I just stood there, unsure what to do. I’d only spoken to Sylvie a few times over the last couple of weeks, but in that time I realized I liked her. I wanted her to survive. I liked Isaac with her. They were a good pairing.

“Vengeance will be ours, my friends,” I heard River say. From that moment on, we prepared for war.

***

The next few days a rain cloud followed all of us. The Mating Games were put on hold while we mourned the loss. The men were told they could return home for a week while we made preparations for the memorial service, but they all stayed which surprised me. I guess they wanted to show their support. Some even stepped up to help River with planning the retaliation while Rhyme, Chloe, and I secretly planned the alpha ascension ritual. Rhyme was Isaac’s strength through the whole ordeal so it left the majority of the planning for Chloe and I to complete. It was nice spending quality time with my best friend, especially in a time of sorrow. We’d both lost our mothers when we were young, it was what bonded us together, and now we were able to handle the heartbreak that surrounded us because of those same coping techniques we learned in childhood.

Not that we ever forgot the pain of losing our parents, but life has a funny way of helping you get lost in the moment and pushing the pain aside. In the werewolf world, we knew danger lurked around every corner, more so lately than usual, but it was there, waiting to sneak up and bite you if you’re not careful. Losing Sylvie, watching Isaac and the other witches go through the sorrow only served as a bitter reminder that life was short and there were no guarantees. I could have lost Chloe a couple times since returning home from college. The night of my father’s wake when she mixed prescription pills with alcohol, and the kidnapping where Brick’s sisters, Britain and Jewel, stole her away from us. It only made me hold on to her tighter. What happened to Sylvie could happen to any of us, and with the battle on the horizon, there would undoubtedly be more casualties. I wasn’t going to waste any more time. As soon as River got his official ascension ceremony out of the way I was going to choose my mate and start my life. 

River had been derailed too many times at this point not to make it happen this month. I figured if we waited until it was the right time, the ‘right time’ would never come. Kind of like that old adage about a watched pot.

The cloud of gloom that followed many of us around like a lost puppy lifted the day after the memorial service. The witches had practically moved into the compound which made us assign the wolves attending the hunt to the bunk houses. We were running out of room when Lincoln suggested we use the barn as an alternative for beds.

“They’ll understand. We’re at war now.” Lincoln ran a hand through his blond curls. I’d come to know him pretty well. It was one of his tells indicating he was frustrated that he needed to argue the point.

I didn’t care. These were our pack mates and placing them in the horse barn seemed tacky, no pun intended.

“Lincoln’s right,” Storm offered his two cents as he pulled his long, dark, waves into a pony tail at the nape of his neck after closing the fridge. Just hearing his voice made my heart skip a beat. Why did someone so infuriating get to make my pulse race?

“It just seems wrong.” I argued. Being ganged up on by the two men that were in the running for my heart was uncomfortable, but seeing how they both responded to pressure in extreme circumstances was actually beneficial.

“We housed the infirmary in the barn when Chloe was kidnapped as a precaution in case we had injured wolves on the hunt. Why would this be any different?” Lincoln asked as he tapped his thumb on his lower lip while his index finger ran over the stubble on his chin to indicate he was speaking his thoughts.

He’d actually become a solid confidant over the last few months. I’d had enough interactions with him at this point to know he wasn’t my mate, but he was becoming a good friend and my back up just in case I didn’t find a mate from the contenders. He’d become important enough to me that I worried about losing him if I had to eliminate him from the running.  

“Why not put them up at the Myriad Springs Lodge?” Chloe suggested as she drank her tea. She looked brilliant as she stood in the doorway, sun shining off her blonde curls giving an illusion of a halo.

“Because they are our pack and that makes them family.” Storm grumbled as he went to refill his coffee.

I looked out the window at the setting sun. How did we get here? How did I become a decision maker in the pack? When father was alive he had his own council of trusted wolves all outside of the family, aside from my brother. River chose to keep his inner circle close to the belt which meant, Storm, Rhyme, myself, even Chloe were the people who advised him and made decisions for the pack. It was so odd, also an honor, and really made me grow up fast. I smiled. “You’re right, Lincoln. Let’s get started on adding beds to the barn just in case.”

“If you’d like, I can get the other Mating Game contenders to help.” Lincoln offered.

“That would be wonderful.” I hadn’t used the contenders as much as I should in regards to pack matters, Lincoln wormed his way into my inner circle because he had become a pack ally and close friend. He and his pack were ready to help if needed which was a great card to have in the back pocket.

He kissed me on the cheek and left the kitchen. Storm growled low in his chest. They all knew the rules. Eva was a stickler for them. No unnecessary contact with me unless sanctioned by the games. A kiss on the cheek, no matter how chaste it was, was completely unauthorized.

I sighed as I watched Lincoln leave. The man had a body that was made for looking at and his backside was probably the best part. The problem was my feelings for him had developed into friendship, not sexual. He was too controlling. My wolf didn’t like being restrained. “Behave, Storm.” I turned my attention back to him.

“What would Eva say if she knew how much time you were spending with him?”

My eyebrow rose. “Probably the same thing she’d say about the time I spend with you.” I told him pointedly.

“I don’t sneak kisses.” He took a drink from his mug.

“You probably should.” Chloe grinned, then bolted out the door laughing.

We both watched her leave. Her exit left us alone which was rare lately. When I turned back to look at him he was staring straight at me. The tension was thick like an early morning fog, and the silence stretched between us for what seemed like hours, but was only moments. He was waiting for something, but I didn’t know what it could be. “What?”

After another momentary pause he shook his head, “I don’t know why I’m doing this.”

I smashed my hand against my forehead. “Where is this coming from, Storm? Because Lincoln, who is my friend, kissed me on the cheek outside of sanctioned game activities? Because--”

“He broke the rules and you allowed him.” A tick appeared on his left cheek telling me he was holding in his anger by biting the inside of his mouth. That was a ‘Storm’ tell. He was always good at holding his emotions in.

“…because plenty of other men in this house have kissed me far more scandalously than that.” I shouldn’t have said it, knew I let my irritation get the best of me, wanted to take it back the moment the words spilled out of my lips, but he had a way of lighting my fuse.

He rushed up on me, his face inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my skin and I found myself wishing he’d kiss me. Despite his furious look, his warmth wrapped me up like a blanket on a cold evening. I hated how my body betrayed me around him. I wouldn’t back down and I knew better than to back away or he’d give chase. His nostrils flared. He scented my interest in him. Heat colored my cheeks, but I could also see how that calmed his wolf. “None of them will kiss you the way I do.” He grabbed my shoulders and held me there, staring at me. Both of us knew what we wanted, but neither willing to make the first move. It was agonizing moments of silence, both daring the other to tempt them, neither willing to give in.

“How am I to know that? You haven’t won any challenges so I can experience your kiss firsthand.” Why, oh why did I let my emotions speak?

‘Because we want to taste his kiss again,’ my wolf responded in my mind eagerly. ‘Kiss him.’ She urged.

A growl rumbled in his chest, and my hand went up to feel the vibration. My instinct took over. Being this close to this man held a level of intensity I’ve never felt with anyone else in my life. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every fiber urged me to claim him as my own. The past simply melted away in his arms and the future looked bright. I knew why he was the front runner in this competition. I understood the sheer, bittersweet attraction. The feel of his granite chest beneath my fingers, heating my hand through his shirt, had me biting my lower lip as I imagined how the muscles would ripple under his smooth skin. My breathing quickened and I silently cursed my attraction to the man.

“I haven’t won any challenges because I care about you.”

That got my attention. I shook my head, golden-brown hair bouncing around my shoulders. “That makes no sense.”

“If you’re meant to be with another one of these men you need to find out. I’m not stupid, Rayne. I can tell you want me as much as I want you, but I need to know you know it is right.”

His words surprised me. “So you threw the competition?”

He nodded. “The first one I did. The second we lost because of your ‘friend’.”

“How did you know I wouldn’t eliminate you?”

“Because.”

“Because what?” I was losing patience. It didn’t help that he was still violating my personal space. His hands had slipped from my shoulders to my upper arms. The air around us sizzled. I swear the lightbulb above us sparked and burned out from the electrical field our energies were creating. “Seriously, Storm, I--”

He claimed my lips and all sense was lost. It flew out the window. Fireworks exploded in my body starting with my gut and reaching every inch of my being. He poured every ounce of emotion into that kiss and I received it. His tongue slid across my lips and I opened to receive him. Something primal moved inside me. I felt myself melting into his strong, capable arms as desire pooled in my core.

His hand cupped my ass and my insides turned to jelly. He pressed me against him and I felt his need for me as much as I wanted him. Gods help me, but I was, in that moment, lost. Something clicked between us. It was like a key had found the lock and opened my heart.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Eva’s shrill voice cut through the passionate fog that wrapped around us like a comforting blanket. We fell apart, guilt on both of our faces.

“I was… he was just…” I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. “I’m--”

“It was my fault.” Storm interjected before I could apologize.

“That’s not really--”

“I take full responsibility for my actions.” He interrupted again.

“Damnit! It takes two to kiss, Storm! Quit trying to save me. I kissed you back.” I snapped. Gah! He was the only man that could make me go from passion to furious in two seconds flat.

Eva’s eyes bounced from me to Storm and back again like a ping pong ball in volley. “Who initiated the kiss?”

“I did.” We spoke in unison.

I glared at him and I swear I saw the beginnings of a smirk on his face which only fueled the furious train. This is why we were not good together. “Look--”

Eva held up her hand to silence me. Why was everyone shushing me?

“Storm will not be allowed to compete in the first set of games.”

“That’s totally un-”

“Unfair? Life is unfair, child. Get used to it.” She signaled for me to leave the room.

I shook my head and left. Forcing my temper down as I headed to my room. I needed to get it under control before I said something stupid and caused more drama. I was so done with being called a child and treated like a princess. I am an adult, and it was high time everyone started to see that, and part of making that image happen was acting like one.

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