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I'm delighted to have Unjustified Claims back out for readers, with what may be my favorite cover for the Hidden Wolves series so far. I hope you enjoy meeting Brandt, a young man driven from his werewolf pack for his kinks and desires, who meets up with a man he could care about. If only he didn't have to hide half his own nature, and face threats from human vandals and his homophobic pack.

You can find Unjustified Claims at:
Amazon US
Universal link

This series needs to be read in order, so if you haven't met my Hidden Wolves yet, start with Unacceptable Risk - Book 1. (Universal Link for Unacceptable Risk) The new release is Book 4 (was 3 in the old series numbering.) I hope to have Book 5 out by the end of the month, and then the fun of releasing the all-new Book 6 - Undeniable Bonds. I hope you enjoy following the wolves through their coming out journey.

Here's an Excerpt from Unjustified Claims:

Ethan Sjulstad had been in scary situations before. But lying on the forest floor, miles from the nearest doctor, with a skewered, bleeding, throbbing, messed-up leg was definitely top of the list. Ex-skewered leg, at least, thanks to the gorgeous naked guy crouching ten feet away. If that was really what was happening, because despite the pain in his thigh and the nausea and the smell of mud and blood and pine needles, Ethan was half-convinced he was dreaming. Or maybe hallucinating.

He’d only had a second’s warning, a hint of instability, before the edge of the ridge gave way under him. He’d plunged into a jumble of falling, a vicious pain in his leg and his head, dizziness and fear. And then giant wolves and naked dark-haired men, which was where the probably hallucinating part came in.

He slid his hand down his thigh and pressed there, slightly reassured of reality by the intense pain that arrowed through his leg. The unlikely vision in front of him didn’t change, though.

The guy who called himself Brandt was tall and fit, his skin golden and unblemished, his shoulders wide, his arms as strong looking as they’d felt. His features were regular, but not extraordinary; his mouth was a little big, his dark eyes shadowed by heavy brows. And he was definitely naked, in the middle of the BWCA wilderness, and amazingly unselfconscious about it.

For a moment, Ethan let himself imagine Brandt as some kind of woodland god, naked in the primordial forest. Then Brandt swore under his breath and bent to pull a thorny twig from the sole of one foot, and the illusion was broken. Woodland gods didn’t usually say fuck. Unless they were talking to a dryad or… Ethan blinked, wondering if maybe he’d done more damage to his head than he realized. Brandt flicked the thorn aside and gave him an embarrassed look. “Hate pricker-bushes.”

“Yeah. Me too.” The air of unreality hovered. The throbbing of his leg combined with the pounding in his head to make it difficult to think. Ethan searched fuzzily for something else to say. Godling, madman, or hallucination, he still didn’t want to be left alone out here. “Come here often?”

Brandt laughed. The man had a good laugh, warm and sane. It sounded real. “No. And definitely not naked.”

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I'm delighted to get this NEW 6th book in the Hidden Wolves series out to readers. Undeniable Bonds is now available. And I'm grateful for all the readers who started with my Hidden Wolves many years ago, and who are following me into this new, delayed, final installment to the journey. There's no bigger compliment to an author than people coming back to a series after years away, eager to read a new story. (You can find buy links here - https://books2read.com/u/3LRQy0)



It was fun getting back into Aaron's head again, and watching Zach snark at him and stand up to him, pushing limits but not crossing them. And with the lifespan of my wolves, I got to write a pair of men - Rory and Nikolai - who met in WWII and were pushed apart by war and circumstances, meeting again at long last. As various human factions threaten wolves around the world, my guys fight to make a safe place for their packs and their loved ones. And to find room in the homophobic wolf world for change and acceptance, and love.

I hope readers will enjoy spending time once again with my Hidden Wolves in this conclusion to the series.

Trapped by Greed- Necromancer book 4 is now available.

When Darien vanishes, kidnapped by persons or forces unknown, Silas will turn over heaven and earth to find him. And those same people injured Darien's familiar Pip. Grim may pretend indifference, but when he finds them, the guilty parties will learn not to anger a cat.

You can buy Trapped by Greed wherever ebooks are sold. [ Universal Link ]

I hope readers will enjoy the ongoing adventures of Darien, Silas, Grim, and Pip.

excerpt:

Darien sobered. “I’m bummed that you can’t come along, settle some more of the local ghosts, and hang with us. What do you think your Guild meeting on Tuesday is about?”

“I don’t know. Locke’s being very closed-lipped about the whole affair. After insisting I attend. It would serve him right if I urgently needed to leave town.”

“I’ll make a rebel out of you yet. Are you seriously thinking about splitting?” Darien took a step closer, head tilted, lips parted.

That mouth needed to be kissed, so Silas set his mug on the counter, put a hand behind Darien’s head, and did so. Thoroughly.

“And once again, mating behavior gets in the way of substantive discussion,” Grim muttered, jumping onto the counter to nudge Silas’s elbow. “And in the way of opening the tuna can.” He reached out a large, hairy paw to push Silas’s mug an inch closer to the edge.

Silas pulled away from Darien reluctantly, ignoring Grim, although not without a little worry for the fate of his coffee. “Unfortunately, I can’t leave town. I promised Worthington I’d be there.”

“Don’t let them talk you into saving the world without me.” A hint of worry clouded Darien’s dark eyes.

“I’m more likely to be asked to do discounted ghost-clearing for some powerful friend of theirs.” He meant that as reassurance for Darien, but on reflection, a demand for his services was a definite possibility. Worthington’s ponderous “You must commit to being there” could as easily be because he wanted to please the Governor or some millionaire, not any actual necromantic crisis.

Grim said, “You can count on me to make sure Silas is paid what he’s worth, young Darien. Although only if he opens the tuna.” A little coffee slopped out of the mug with the next push.

Darien pulled a drawer wide, fished out the can opener, and passed it to Silas. “Better feed him before he starves to death.”

“Wouldn’t want that.” Silas cut the lid off the tin and set the fish down on a clean plate, then put half a tin of dog food for Pip in a bowl.

Pip’s tail became a white blur as Silas placed the bowl on the floor. “Oh good. I really, really like this food.”

“Processed mush,” Grim muttered over his meal. “Probably hooves and tails and whatnot.”

Pip pulled back a moment, ears drooping, then dove back in. “It’s tasty. I like it.”

“You tell him,” Darien encouraged. “You get to like what you like. Anyway, Silas buys top quality for you.”

Pip cleaned the bowl with a sweep of his tongue and licked his lips. He cocked his head. “Now what?”

Darien drained his mug. “Now I need to pack before our dinner.”

“I’ll keep you company.” Pip trotted out, and Darien followed. A moment later the scamper of toenails on the steps was followed by Darien’s bounding strides. The sounds died away upstairs.

Silas picked up his coffee and sipped it slowly. He realized he was still listening, tuned to the occasional creak or thump from overhead. “It’ll be awfully quiet with those two gone for a week.”

Grim huffed and daintily licked up another bite of tuna. “A restful change.”

Silas couldn’t resist tweaking him. “Come on, you’ll miss Pip. Admit it. He’s like family now.”

Grim sat back and cleaned his whiskers. “Perhaps. Like the half-wit younger brother I never asked for.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?”

The big cat tilted his head, as if considering. “No.” He stalked out, plumed tail waving, paws silent on the tiles.

Silas smiled after him, but gradually his smile faded. Life was going to be quiet. He and Darien hadn’t spent a night apart since that gorgeous, ghost-ridden young man fell in across his threshold almost three months back. He set my entire life on its ear, and damned if I don’t like it…

Danger, adventure, and a few more cans of tuna are in store, as the story plays out in Trapped by Greed. I hope readers have fun with this one.