Title: Wolf of
the Northern Star
Author: SJ Himes
Series: The
Wolfkin Saga, #2
Release Date:
June 15th 2017
Genre: Gay
Paranormal Shifter Romance
BLURB
Ghost, once known as the cub Luca, is finally home. Back among his kind
and learning what it means to be both a man and a shaman, Ghost battles the
expectations of his people, his family, and the pressures of a society that is
both foreign and familiar. His power is greater than any seen before, dwarfing
that of even the legendary Shaman Gray Shadow—and his union with Kane places
him in the center of a controversy that rattles wolfkin society around the
world.
Kane, greater alpha and Heir to Black Pine Clan, has finally defeated
the traitor and murderer that destroyed the heart of Black Pine years before.
Freed at last from guilt and pain, Kane has a new enemy to face: his own
people. Placed on trial for violation of Law and blasphemy, Kane will have to fight
to the death to preserve his bond with Ghost and keep his mate and people safe.
The soulbond between Ghost and Kane is forged by the creator and Goddess
of the wolfkin. Usually, a sacred and treasured union that honors the pair and
their clans, this soulbond is seen not as a gift, but a threat to eons of
tradition and Clan Law.
The union of a Shaman and Alpha is anathema—but how to reconcile that
belief when it is the wolfkin Goddess who forged it? Can Ghost and Kane save
themselves, preserve their bond, and find a new future when the laws of the
ancient past threaten to tear them apart?
*This book is part of a series and should not be read as a standalone.
Prior books should be read to understand content. 104,000 words*
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Exclusive Excerpt
Caius and two of his betas
crouched by the corner, as the three rogues, fur rough and unkempt, tumbled
from the shadows and went to the door. He wondered how they would open the door
with fully wolf paws, when one of the rogues sat back on his haunches and began
to Change, the process rough and sluggish.
Caius leapt, snarling as
he took the distance in less than a second, his betas right behind him. He
landed on the rogue who was caught mid-shift, Caius’ own claws out, fangs
lowered, and he ripped out the rogue’s throat before they even hit the ground.
Hot blood sprayed, the rogue’s eyes wide in fear and shock, and Caius grabbed
his skull and twisted. He dropped the body at his feet, and spun towards the
other rogues.
His two betas, both wolves
in their wilder forms, had one rogue cornered against the building. Caius leapt
again, clawed hand out, and he grabbed the hind paw of the third rogue as he
attempted to flee. A sharp yank and the leg broke at the hip, the rogue
screaming. Caius pulled the wolf back to him, claws sinking into fur and flesh,
and with a negligent flick, broke the struggling wolf’s neck. He tossed aside
the rogue’s corpse, and turned back to the remaining wolf.
His betas lunged forward
together, and the rogue found himself buried under the two females, throat and
chest ripped open. He died within moments, the females backing away, shaking
their heads to lose the taste of his foul blood on their tongues. Caius smiled
down at his wolves, proud and pleased, and they danced happily with wide, sharp
grins when he petted them gently on their heads.
Caius reached out for
Burke. *The three rogues are dead.* Caius smiled, lifting his face to
the wind, blood and death heavy in the air. He growled, a smooth purr that
expelled some of the tension he had been carrying for far too long. Burke
responded with subdued acknowledgment, and Caius tilted his head.
The rumbled of engines. He
moved to the corner of the building at the front, and looked carefully out
toward the front lot. Headlights glanced off the ground, highlighting potholes
and dead grass in cracks. A dark SUV and a limo were about two hundred yards
out, and Caius grinned.
*A limo and escort car
are coming from the west,* Caius told Burke, the Speaker’s surprise echoing
back.
*They will likely be
armed. Any confrontation outside will run the risk of drawing the human
authorities.*
*Get the shamans out of
the line of fire. Let them into the lobby. We’ll trap them inside between us.*
Like herding frantic deer
into the rest of the wolf pack, the humans would die. Caius called in the rest
of the perimeter team, and split them between his side of the building and the
far side. His eyes could pick up the soft pops of gunfire in the sublevel,
telling him Kane was still encountering the humans within.
The two approaching cars
parked side by side in front of the building, engines ticking. Guards exited
the vehicles, human men in dark suits with the soft stink of gunmetal
broadcasting to anyone with a nose that they were armed.
It took everything Caius
had not to leap out from hiding and eviscerate Simon Remus when the human
bastard got out of the limo. He paused, and backed away from the door, another
man exiting behind him.
EXCERPT
“Where have you been? With your mate?”
Glen asked, and Ghost grumbled.
“Been running around the mountain all
night long, thinking. Being a man is hard. How do you do it?”
Glen snorted out a laugh. “Practice.” He
nodded at the blanket, and Ghost sighed loudly.
Ghost sat up, wrapping the quilt about
his hips. He threw himself back down almost immediately, and Glen found himself
unable to resist the plaintive whine that came from his pretty lips. Glen was
as straight as they came, but even he could acknowledge the sheer beauty of the
human form of his wayward wolf. Ghost was beautiful, inside and out, and yet he
had a shade of sadness hovering about his expressive silver eyes. He walked
around the couch and paused as Ghost scrambled out of the way long enough for
him to sit down. A bare second later he had an armful of lean youth and wiggling
limbs.
Ghost curled up in his lap like he used
to as a pup, though it was different now, as Ghost was not a wolf anymore. Glen
heaved out a groan in complaint, but let Ghost hide under his chin and snuggle.
He hugged the boy to his chest, and they both relaxed, adjusting easily enough
to the new dynamic.
“What’s wrong?” Glen asked, and Ghost
responded in a tiny voice.
“They put Kane in a cell in the woods
yesterday. And they want to destroy our mate bond.”
Glen could recall only two times in his
entire life he ever got angry enough to kill. Once was back in college when he
tore a drunk frat boy off a cussing and furious redhead who then proceeded to
wallop her attacker. The other time was when he rescued a malnourished
wolf-hybrid from a careless and ignorant suburban family in the outskirts of
Toronto, the poor thing starved near to death and skeletal thin. As he did
then, he ran his hands over the back of a young wolf’s head, and said,
“Everything is going to be okay.”
Glen managed to hold onto his temper, but
it was a battle. The youngling needed a shoulder to cry on, a place to relax
his guarded emotions, and Glen would be that safe place for him.
“I wanted to come home more than
anything,” Ghost whispered, pressing his face into Glen’s chest. “But nothing
good has come of it. They think me damaged, weak. Vulnerable.”
“We both know you are not damaged or
weak. I don’t think I would have survived fifteen years locked away in the body
of a wolf, deprived of any sense of self or family. You’re strong. And what do
you mean nothing good has come from returning to your people? You have your man
now, Kane. He’s your mate, no matter what those fools may say or think.”
“He’s in a cage, Glen. In the woods,
alone, surrounded by alphas who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him. I can feel him
through our bond. He’s frustrated, and misses me. I haven’t seen him since they
took him away yesterday We can’t talk because the alphas might be able to
overhear us, but I can still feel him. It hurts not being with him.”
The Wolfkin Saga #1
Title: Wolves of Black Pine
Release Date: June 30th 2015
Genre: Paranormal,
Shifters, MM Romance
BLURB
An ancient
civilization long hidden from humanity is on the brink of chaos and war.
Peaceful for thousands of years, the wolfkin clans are mysteriously
losing packmates, kidnapped and killed by unknown foes. Among the dead is Luca,
youngest grandson of the two most powerful wolves in the Northern Clans, but he
is forced into a half-life, hidden in the far northern wilds of Canada and cut
off from his kind. Those who raised him have no idea the creature they harbor
in their midst, and name him Ghost. He begins to lose himself over the long
years, and though he barely recalls his true name, the one wolf he never
forgets is Kane.
Heir to the wolfkin clan Black Pine, Kane is charged with hunting down
the traitors who them to the humans. Years fly by, and more wolves are dying.
He refuses to give up, and he vows to never again fail another of their kind,
as he failed young Luca years before. His heart tells him Luca lives, but his
mind tells him that it’s foolish hope, his guilt eating him alive.
Fate and magic change the course of their lives, and the two wolves long
separated by the years find their paths intertwining, though the reunion does
not come without cost...
150,000+ words,
contains graphic sex between men, dubious consent, mentions of abuse. Contains
gore and violence. Mature readers only.
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About the Author
I'm a
self-employed writer who stresses out about the silliest things, like whether
or not I got my dog the best kind of snack and the fact my kindle battery tends
to die when I'm at the best part in a book. I write mainly gay romance,
erotica, and urban fantasy, with ocasional forays into contemporary and
paranormal. I love a book heavy on plot and character evolution, and throw in
some magic, and that's perfection. My current series are: The Beacon Hill
Sorcerer, Bred For Love (as Revella Hawthorne), and The Wolfkin Saga. My last
two novels in the Beacon Hill Sorcerer won 3rd Place in the Gay Fantasy
category for the 2016 Rainbow Awards.
I live in
New Orleans, where the personalities are big and loud and so are the bugs! New
Orleans is rich in cultural history, and the flavor and music of the City is
impossible to hide. Before that, I lived all over the United States: Tampa,
Western Massachusetts, Indianapolis, and on and on.... I'm a nomad, and I've
yet to find a place that calls to me strongly enough to become home. My
faithful travel companions are my dog Micah, the numerous voices in my head who
insist they all get put on paper, and the wind at my back.
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