I'm delighted to welcome Rose Wulf here today! Werewolf romance always sounds good to me, so I'm looking forward to discovering this series. She's here today talking about book two, but you can find out about book one, CAUGHT IN DARKNESS, at her blog. Now, onto FOUND IN FLAMES...
Found in Flames
by Rose Wulf
Hello everyone! I’m
author Rose Wulf and I’m here today to tell you all about my latest release, Found in Flames! Found in Flames is Book 2 in my Night Shadows series, which is set
in a world full of vampires, werewolves, witches, and humans called Slayers.
This installment focuses on the powerful, sexy Luka Craige – Alpha werewolf
with a mission – and unassuming, overworked Joella Harp – a human caught in the
crossfire.
All his life Luka Craige has been haunted by
the witch that killed his family. Finally, having chased him across the country
to the edge of vampire territory, Luka has his chance at vengeance. But not
before his Beta is killed and Luka finds himself protecting a woman he doesn’t
know. A woman who arouses him like never before. Could he possibly exact his
revenge and find his mate?
A burning body was
the last thing Joella Harp expected to find when she rounded the corner. Let
alone a body with a man standing over it. After that her droll life becomes a
whirlwind of werewolves, wild sex, and deadly fire. The witch wants her dead,
she can barely think past her mouthwatering rescuer, and in no time she
realizes this adventure could be more than a fantastical memory…. If she’s
brave enough.
Excerpt:
“Are you a werewolf?” she asked as soon as Luka came to a stop. He’d
led her to a large, shallow cave a couple of rock formations away from the
now-collapsed wolves. There was a small pile of clothes off to one side, just
inside the mouth of the cave.
Luka turned to face her and lifted one thick brown brow high on his
forehead. “Figured that out all on your own?”
Scrunching her nose at him, Joella crossed her arms and said,
“Listen, I’m still attempting to accept that I haven’t just been drugged, okay?
So could you try to be nice?”
“What if I told you you had been drugged?” he returned as he lowered
himself to sit on the patches of grass near the center of the cave.
From his tone she couldn’t tell if he was joking. “That’s not
funny,” she snapped, following him into the cave on reflex.
He was already sitting, one long leg stretched out and the other
bent at the knee. The jeans looked sinfully good on him, and combined with the
tight, muscle-revealing shirt, it was safe to say she was distracted. Still,
she opted to blame her lack of sleep or food and, in an attempt to retain her
sanity, she sat carefully a couple of feet away, facing him. “Let’s say I can
swallow the ‘werewolf’ pill,” she allowed, “and the guy you saved me from, he’s
a witch? Like, ‘abracadabra, hocus pocus’?”
Luka snorted and shook his head. “More like ‘fires of hell’,” he
replied. “Witches have element-based powers. And the longer back the lineage
traces, the stronger the witch.”
Shrugging as if that all made sense, and hoping someday it would,
Joella asked, “But then why would this witch come after me?” A terrible thought
occurred to her, then, and her hands flew over her mouth as she gasped. “Your
friend… He wasn’t trying to protect me … was he?” Had she gotten a complete
stranger killed? Would she be able to forgive herself if that were the case?
And why on earth would she even need protection, let alone from a witch? It
wasn’t like she had any enemies that she knew of….
“No,” Luka assured her, his voice harsh with pain he probably
wouldn’t admit. He was glaring at the dirt somewhere beside his bare foot, and
his glare never wavered as he elaborated. “Char will come after you simply
because you interrupted him.”
Releasing an inappropriate breath of relief, Joella said, “I suppose
that makes—wait, ‘Char’?” He’d said it like a name, but she had to have
misheard him. Who names their baby
‘Char?’
“It’s an alias,” Luka said. He released a breath and lifted his
dangerous eyes back to hers. “Witches never reveal their real names to their
enemies. I only know what family he’s from by his scent.”
“This is ridiculous,” Joella mumbled. “Why did he…?” She couldn’t
ask that. Whatever the answer, it wasn’t her business. Asking would just be
hurtful. Especially if the almost-invisible wince she caught on Luka’s face was
any indication. The hand hanging over his knee clenched in a tight fist and she
could practically feel his anger. And for some inexplicable reason, she found
that she didn’t like the sight. The pain in his eyes, in the tightness of his
jaw, and the white-knuckled grip of his fist, it was all wrong. Everyone else
had found comfort in each other. Why did Luka have to suffer in solitude? Did
they blame him? Did he blame himself?
Whatever the reason, she disagreed with it powerfully. Human,
werewolf, she didn’t care. Luka was a man with feelings, just like any other.
And just like any other person who’d lost a good, close friend, the last thing
he needed was to be alone. She was as sure of that as she was of the slowly
rising sun.
She was moving before she could think better of it, letting one hand
land solidly on his shoulder as she reached over and caught his chin with the
other. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered when his slightly-widened eyes met hers.
“Maybe if I’d gotten there a few seconds sooner…. Maybe I could’ve done
something.”
Her words hung in the air and the tension in his shoulder slowly
eased as he unclenched his fist. He held her eyes captive for several long,
quietly intense seconds. Then his lips were crashing over hers, he’d tangled
one hand in her shoulder-length hair, and her chest was pressing wholly into
his. He was kissing her with a barely-contained ferocity that was both
overwhelming and exhilarating. She was powerless as he sucked her lower lip
into his mouth and nipped it with his teeth, and her blood was quickly coming
to a boil as her body began to feel things it hadn’t felt in far too long. It
was all she could do to keep up with the pace of his kiss, her arms
instinctively winding around his neck.
His tongue swept into her mouth, stroking and sliding, demanding
more from her even as his arm coiled around her waist and hauled her into his
lap. She felt herself moan into his kiss as she let her fingers slip into his
head of full, thick, chocolate-brown hair. The softness of his hair was in such
stark contrast to the rest of him. The rest of him was deliciously hard and
muscular, full of dangerous, primal promises. Promises her body was startlingly
eager for him to fulfill. If he made love the way he kissed, a night with him
would bring an entirely new definition of passion and pleasure. She’d certainly
never been kissed the way he was kissing her.
He’d taken full possession of her mouth, one hand now fisted in her
hair, the other cupping her ass and holding her tight against his chest. She
could barely breathe and she absolutely could not get enough. Her tongue rolled
shamelessly along his with every opportunity.
You know better, Ella, some piece of retained sanity whispered in the back of her mind.
And oh how she wished that part of her were wrong. But it wasn’t and so, with
more effort than she was willing to admit to needing, Joella pulled back from
his hungry lips.
The moment she applied pressure to his shoulders, his grip loosened,
and she watched, transfixed, as his Adam’s apple bobbed with a heavy swallow.
She kept her hands on him, just under his shoulders, as she worked on catching
her breath.
“Why,” she said with a gasp. “Why did you bring me here last night?”
Luka’s expression fell into a frown and his hands slid to her hips,
but he made no effort to remove her from his lap. “I told you,” he said. “Char
will come for you now.”
“Right,” she acknowledged, barely resisting the urge to dance her
fingers around the collar of his shirt. He was way too distracting for her
health. “But, why is that your concern? Why do you care about whether I live or
die?”
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About Rose:
Rose Wulf is a
giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric
heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as
long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The
bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are
Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional
babies!
Behind the scenes
Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her
four year-old German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun
game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes
everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching
for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to
cook!).
Where you can find Rose:
