Fang Chronicles: Emily’s Story will be out at the end of June 2012. I was so excited to get a wonderful cover and one that perfectly fits the story. This gorgeous sexy cover is brought to you by Fantasia Frog Designs. I know this is a short update but I’m working on major edits. I’ll leave you with an excerpt from the book.
Dying in a challenge for Alpha wasn’t his original plan. But, as the fight wore on, he realized it would solve his biggest problem, which was a lack of desire to live. Cheri, his clan leader and the vampire who could help him heal from death injuries was in Europe working to bring the overseas clans into the latest century. So far her success was minimal and Brandt new she would be one pissed off vampire when she returned and found him dead. She would have no choice but to accept Clem. Not that it mattered because Brandt wouldn’t be around to feel the wrath of her fury. If Clem survived Cheri, he would deserve the alpha title. Unfortunately, the pack did not deserve Clem.
Brandt’s blood flowed as his life essence slowly faded. Over five-hundred years old, three-hundred spent as leader of his pack and a young, barely two-hundred year old pup, was getting the best of him. His broken ribs were grinding and he knew they presented the biggest danger. He would not survive if one pierced his heart. Clem was insane and he should have killed him long before this, but it was too late to go back now.
Another fist landed slightly to the side of his midsection and the grating cracks were heard by the sensitive wolf ears surrounding the ring. His pack had quieted to a hush of uneasy realization. Clem came in close for what he thought would be the final death strike as he changed from man to wolf. His teeth had one direction and that was Brandt’s throat.
“You fucking wolf, if you die I’ll follow you into the afterlife and kick your ass again.” Cheri’s voice came through loud and clear and he felt her presence like a beacon of energy.
She had come to his aid, but according to pack law she couldn’t help him in the fight. He wretched his head and neck away from yellow foam covered teeth as Clem attempted to tear out his jugular. Brandt’s body seamlessly flowed into his wolf form and twisted, the clang of vicious fangs missing purchase on his neck. Fur, flesh, and muscle from his shoulder were torn out in a savage twist by his enemy’s jaws. Brandt had no time to seek out the eyes of his queen. At the sound of her voice, he had decided today wasn’t a good day to die.
His internal sadness had barely left him during the past year. He was tired of life but in that instant he decided Clem would not be the one taking his. Brandt’s arms and legs changed to human as he grabbed Clem and brought the wolf’s neck to his elongated canines. In one bloody grip Clem’s life was no more. He threw the body to the ground, changing to full wolf as he ran from the ring into the surrounding hills and woods, he ran away from his Queen.
Brandt knew he was hurt but he continued until his paws gave out and he lost too much blood to rise again. He lay on the leaves of the overgrown forest and allowed his breathing to slow. He embraced the pain and hoped for death.
“What are you doing Brandt? Do you really think I’ll let you die? Even across an ocean, I can feel the turmoil in your stupid brain. You’re my friend, once my lover. I’m not willing to lose you this way.”
He heard soft footsteps approach and felt strong female arms lift him slightly. His world went black but his last thought was that death would not be his today, maybe tomorrow.
A soft warm cloth brought him back to consciousness. Cheri’s hand wiped the blood and sweat from his nude body. He was in her room. He hadn’t been there in far too many years. He knew she was aware when he woke but he didn’t speak as she continued her administrations. He could smell her scent, in enveloped the room. Her touch electrified his senses. His hand reached up and took her fingers within his grasp.
“You should have let me go. I’m ready, this life has nothing for me.”
Cheri looked into the brown pain filled eyes of her friend. “I can’t lose you. I’m selfish and it’s not your time.” Her voice became stern. “Besides, you really think that jackass Clem could lead my people? I would have killed him.”
“I know, but I wouldn’t have been around to worry about it.”
“I don’t understand what you need Brandt. I would give you anything in my power.”
Her words hurt him more than his injuries. He had loved her for most of his life. He’d shared, a far too short, time in her bed. He knew he wasn’t the one her heart craved but it killed him slowly. His pack did not need a weak, lovesick Alpha. He didn’t wish to die slowly each day from desiring her as mate. His heart had chosen and his life was not worth living.
He was the strongest wolf she had ever known. He was fierce, loyal and loving with his pack. She had reduced him to this and her blood cringed with his next words.
“I can’t live this way. It’s killing me slowly each day.”
She could hear his desolation. Her teeth again entered his jugular to give him a short time of peace. Her heart ached because she loved him but knew he wanted more. She had cut off their affair many years before. His body, love making and passion were almost the most incredible she ever felt, but she could not give him her ultimate possession, which was her heart. After the breakup, their friendship suffered for years but had finally returned. During these past months, she sensed his sadness. She couldn’t change the cause and it had grown worse after his return from the Central Clan’s cub naming ceremony in Arizona. Going to Europe was a short term solution to give him space.
She stood and left the room with instructions for Dominique, a she-wolf, to stay by his side. She closed the door softly and vanished, only to reappear in a cottage far from the main house. Thomas wrapped his arms around her as she climbed onto the high bed. He wasn’t Alpha nor was he one of the dominant wolves of his pack, but the arms and shoulders holding her were strong and rippled with muscle. His greatest strength lay in his character and his love for her and his family. He had never possessed a killing nature though he had killed for the pack. His gentleness was what attracted her. She had been part of incredible violence during her early years as a vampire. She was dangerous and deadly but the arms around her brought soothing warmth and the promise of passion.
“He lives but something must be done.” She said with a soft sigh in his ear.
“I couldn’t bring myself to attend the challenge and the longer I stayed in this house the more I sensed he would die. Thank you for coming to my call and for saving my son.”