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Unnatural Allies (Shifting Alliances, #2 by Shari Elder)

Thank you so much for having me on your blog. I’m very excited to share Unnatural Allies, Book Two in the paranormal romance series, Shifting Alliances. Although part of a series, it can be read as a stand-alone novel.

 

Unnatural Allies (Shifting Alliances Book 2)
By: Shari Elder
Genre: M/F Paranormal Romance
Release Date:
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Blurb

A World in Transition
Violent fae encroachment on shifter land is heating up. With death tolls rising, the impossible becomes necessary – an alliance among predator and prey shifters.

An Inconceivable Love
Nicca Baron, lone wolf and wolf clan beta, finds herself under the command of Evan Grant, the rat alpha.  In different circumstances, he’d be dinner. Or so her wolf keeps reminding her.  Evan proves to be a perceptive leader, a skilled fighter and irresistible to her lonely heart.

To rule the rats, you have to rule the pack. Evan is a whiz at managing people and groups. Until he finds himself leading a mission made up of every single large animal that thrives on rat flesh. And not the kind between his legs.  The only bright light is Nicca. Her storm gray eyes miss nothing, her brilliant mind comprehends everything and her succulent curves offer the perfect place for a rat to nestle.

An Impossible Future
In each other’s arms, Nicca and Evan discover love and a new perspective in an off-kilter world. But a wolf cannot mate with a rat, no matter the strength of the human attraction.

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Excerpt

Evan had never seen Nicca look frightened before. Those silver eyes expanded into saucers, and they were still beautiful. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, just hold her close as they both tried to process a world spinning out of control. Even his rat wanted to comfort her.
She was getting under skin and fur.
The last leaves hung limp on the branches, resisting winter’s pull. Away from the sidhe, the air had warmed, although the sky retained a grayish winter hue. Shifter bodies held heat, keeping them comfortable in the most brutal frost. Evan burned hot from continuous movement, the too frequent adrenaline spikes, and Nicca’s nearness. Everything about her fit, like she was made for him. That agile mind, open-mindedness, those lush curves. Hell, she even spouted poetry. He yearned to put a sign around her neck—no trespassing, this woman belongs to Evan Grant.
Except for that whole wolf thing…
“Why don’t we find a comfortable place to set up camp near Fairy Falls and call it a day?” he said to get his mind back to practical things, not wishing for something he couldn’t have. He told himself he selected the location as part of the mission. All species declared the pristine, wild falls a safe zone, so they wouldn’t need the wolves or eagles to stand guard. The fact that it was the number one rated site for shifter romances had nothing to do with the selection. Nothing at all.
No one would ever accuse Nicca of talking too much, but she was withdrawn even for her on the hike to the Falls. “Any suggestions on places to sleep?” he asked when her silence got too loud for him.
“I’ve, uh, never really been here,” she whispered, looking at the ground. “Just run by it on patrols sometimes.”
“And that makes you sad?” He itched to run his hand down her cheek.
“This mission makes me sad.” Her gaze stayed lowered as she walked.
His rat senses perceived a deep despondency wrapped around her like a black aura.
“This mission makes you angry, anxious, and confused. Not sad.”
“Who are you to correct my assessment of my emotional state?” She gave him a half-hearted snarl. He figured he’d hit an open, raw nerve.
“I lead this mission, and I will not have you fall apart on me. Right now, you are not okay.” He opened his arm, aping Rafe’s earlier action, inviting her to him to take comfort. “Let me help.” Let me touch you.
She visibly shook herself, ignoring his outstretched limb. “You’re right. I need space. Let me run as wolf.”
He dropped his hand, then nodded to cover the ripping sound his heart was making. “Stay close,” he said over the lump of disappointment lodged in his throat. “Give me your backpack, and I’ll find a place to sleep. Meet me at the falls when you’re done.”
Relief brightened her eyes. Once shifted, she brushed against his leg, then licked at his hand dangling by his side. He ran his fingers through her thick, gray fur touched with black and silver as she trotted off. “Grab some happy, Nicca,” he said into the air, as she raced out of sight. Come back to me. Accept me.
Alone, he hummed as he walked toward the falls. The low tune soothed his skittish rat, who hated being alone and wasn’t too fond of the woods. Rats felt secure in the pack. The human in him appreciated the red gold of the sunset streaking across the powder blue of the sky, weaving in and out of spiky, hunter green firs that ate up the landscape. Beauty truly did soothe an aching heart. The whirr of winter birds, a chorus to his ears, unnerved the rat. He picked up his pace, following the smell of ice and the roar of the falling water.
When he arrived at the falls, he saw Nicca standing at the edge of the descending water, running her fingers through the stream. That sadness he’d sensed earlier scented the air and dulled those unique gray eyes. Following a powerful intuition, he approached quietly, staying upwind so she wouldn’t notice until he stood directly behind her. She may have rejected his offer of support earlier, but he was determined to try again. His way.
She turned to face him, and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. He pushed behind one ear a lock of hair that was draped along her cheek. The tresses felt like silk, the skin velvet against his fingertips.
“Evan?”
He leaned over, touching lips to lips ever so gently. Giving comfort. Sneaking a taste. Exploring what might be. She pressed back, her mouth opening slightly beneath his. He sank into cherry and cinnamon, shyness and heat. She didn’t require a friend; she needed a lover. He desperately wanted to be that man.
He pulled back, falling hard for the blush staining her cheeks a bright pink.
“Follow me,” he said, taking her hand, and led her to the camping spot he noticed along the way.
To love a wolf.

About Shari Elder

Hello, I’m Shari. By day, I crawl out of bed, mainline coffee, walk the dog, get my kid off to school, hop on the metro, and save cities within the four walls of my office. Usually by email.

At night, the other Shari emerges.  I take off the suit, curl up on the couch and let my imagination play, with words and images until stories take shape (while periodically checking on my teen-ager, hiding out in the bedroom and plotting world domination).  As my alter ego, I save cities in a cape and spangled tights, wander space and time on a surfboard, fly over the Himalayas on feathered wings, make six-toed footprints in indigo talc snow on the sixth planet in the Andromeda galaxy or eavesdrop on Olympian gods while pretending to whip up a bowl of ambrosia.

In all these wondrous worlds, romance and passion blossom. I can’t resist a happy ending. And I am particularly prone to writing happy endings for those who have given up on ever getting one. That gives me immense satisfaction.

Join me on my journey. The best ideas emerge from team work.

Hang out with Shari on the Web

Website – www.sharielder.com
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Twitter – https://twitter.com/ShariElderBooks
Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/ShariElder
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Meet Kate Hill/Saloni Quimby

Tell us a little about yourself

I’m a vegetarian New Englander who loves romance fiction and horror movies.

When did you start writing, and how did you start writing erotica?

I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. I started writing erotica over twenty years ago. My first published work was a short, erotic vampire story.

I notice you write both M/F and M/M romances. Have you ever written a F/F romance? Why or why not?

I have written F/F, but I’ve found it’s more difficult to get published than my m/m and m/f stories.

Do you/did you do anything to make sure your M/M love scenes were authentic?

Like with my m/f or f/f stories, I use various research methods, including reading, seeking feedback and talking to other people about their experiences and as well as using my own experiences.

What genre that you haven’t written in would you like to explore, and why?

I’ve written in the horror genre, but I haven’t had much published in it. I hope that will change in the future.

Who would you site as your greatest influences as a writer?

I don’t feel that one particular writer influenced me more than all others. There have been many over the years.

Who is your favorite romance author?

Again, I don’t have just one favorite romance author. I’ve enjoyed the works of Charlotte Boyett-Compo, Jack Greene, and so many others.

What is your writing process?

Usually the characters come to me first. I then write a loose outline for the story. I like to know how the story starts and ends as well as several major plot points in between, but I also need to have wiggle room.

Are you drawn to any particular themes in your work?

I like antiheroes and villains who become heroes. I also prefer stories with paranormal elements.

What do you want readers to take away from your books?

I just want to entertain people with the stories. If someone loves or hates a particular character or if they find excitement or humor in a particular story, I feel like I’ve done my job.

What are you working on now?

Right now I’m nearly finished with the second story in my Love in the Wild series. In the first story, Knock on Wood, the heroes–John and Earl Eli–were looking for Bigfoot in Maine. In the second story, On the Prowl, they’re in England searching for a giant mystery cat.

Any last words?

Thank you for having me on your blog. I hope those who read Knock on Wood liked the story and enjoy reading On the Prowl as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

And check out the latest book by Saloni Quimby:
Love in the Wild 1: Knock on Woodknockonwoodmed
by Saloni Quinby
M/M Erotic Paranormal Romance
 
On a dare from a friend, skeptic John Smith travels to the woods of Maine to investigate Bigfoot sightings. The last thing he expects to find besides a legendary creature is a sexy trail guide.
 
Earl Eli plans to trick his pretentious guest with a fake Bigfoot appearance, but when he and John fall for each other, he calls off the hoax — or so he thinks.
 
In the wilderness, a beast, a violin and two men in a log cabin equal a recipe for action.
 
Excerpt:
 
When John woke, it was pitch-dark in the loft. He reached down and fumbled through his backpack for a torch.
 
At first, he thought a sound had wakened him, but there was only silence. The urge to pee told him that he had most likely woken due to a different call of nature.
 
He switched on the torch and glanced at Earl Eli who was sound asleep, his handsome face relaxed and lips slightly parted. His muscular arms were folded under his head, the top of his broad back exposed as the blanket covered him only to his waist.
 
John thought how cute Earl Eli looked when asleep and resisted the urge to kiss him. Just because he was wide-awake didn’t mean he should disturb his Earl Eli’s sleep.
 
John quietly left the bed and found his headtorch, since it would be easier than the hand one. He climbed down the ladder, left the cabin and walked to the outhouse. Indoor plumbing was one thing he missed here in the woods. Other than that, he was enjoying cabin life with his gorgeous lover.
 
John wondered if their relationship would end once he returned to England. Probably. A long-distance love affair would be difficult. John didn’t want to leave his job and he doubted Earl Eli would give up his business in Maine.
 
Yet a good, solid relationship was hard to find and would be worth sacrifices.
 
John was getting ahead of himself. At the moment they didn’t have a solid relationship. All they had was amazing sex.
 
John reached the outhouse and relieved himself. He’d just finished when he heard a deep growl followed by a grunt.
 
He froze.
 
“A bear,” he whispered. “It must be a bear.”
 
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