Mary Rundle has a new MM paranormal erotic romance out, book nine in the Blackwood Pack series: Mystic Guardian. And there's a giveaway!
The Blackwood Pack saga continues…
This is part of an on-going series by Amazon International Bestselling Author, Mary Rundle – catching up on previous titles is advised. Readers of previous books will enjoy meeting old friends once more as the pack does what it does best ̶ caring for one another and helping shifters everywhere.
Carson never dreamed his six bothers would get their fated mates before he did and now, hanging on with the barest of hope he’d be next, he ends up devastated when it doesn’t happen. Unable to cope with seeing so many happy couples around him at the pack house in California, he accepts a job offer in France, intent on building a new life—only to discover the Fates have not forgotten him at all.
After graduating from university, Remy, a low-level warlock leaves the world of magic behind, believing there’s no place in it for him. Encouraged by his parents, to accept a job offer at the Chateau des Flammes winery, he begins working for Arthur MacDùghlas, the dragon shifter owner, finally finding a place for himself in the world.
Happy with his new position, Remy’s life abruptly changes when his parents unexpectedly die and he becomes the guardian of his three younger brothers. Muddling through the unexpected role of fatherhood, he finally finds his footing until…his life is upended once again when Carson, his fated mate arrives on his doorstep.
Shocking surprises, treacherous plots, an action-packed rescue, and many unexpected twists and turns make this passionate love story by Mary Rundle impossible to put down once you’ve read the first page.
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Remy was surrounded by chaos—the new normal since he became his brothers’ guardian when he was twenty-four. Looking over his shoulder as he was preparing Rune’s bowl of oatmeal, he saw Galen and Eamon chasing each other through the kitchen, waving plastic swords. “Hey, stop, you two! Go wash your hands before sitting down at the table.”
Turning back to the task at hand, Remy poured the hot oatmeal into a small bowl, setting it aside to cool before giving it to Rune. The last thing he needed was for his youngest brother to burn himself again. It’d been a steep learning curve after taking custody of his three brothers; sometimes he questioned if he’d made the right decision, especially when one of them got hurt. The guilt he felt when it happened always triggered his memories of sitting in the lawyer’s office faced with a life-changing choice. It would all come rushing back—the numbness of his grief, how cold he felt while listening to his parents’ will being read—his world being turned upside down.
“Mr. Marchant? What do you want to do?”
When the lawyer’s voice finally penetrated through the thick fog of his mind, Remy lifted his face and stared at the lawyer. “What do I want to do about what?”
“Your brothers. As far as I can determine you are their only living relative.”
“That’s right,” Remy murmured, fresh grief washing over him about his young brothers growing up without the love of their parents to shelter them from the hate in the world.
“You do have the option of sending the boys to an orphanage that will accept boys like them.”
Shaking his head, Remy would—could never do that. He didn’t know what went on in those places, but he’d heard enough about them to know it wasn’t good. Frankly, he didn’t even know why they were allowed to exist. “No, they belong with me,” he replied.
“Are you sure? It’s a lot of responsibility for someone as young as you.”
Ignoring the comment, Remy asked, “What do I have to do to legally become my brothers’ guardian?”
“I’ll have the papers drawn up, ready for your signature tomorrow.”
Nodding, Remy stood, extending his hand. “That will be fine. Thanks.” Then he headed out to the waiting room where his brothers rushed him as soon as he entered. Taking Rune from Galen’s grasp and settling him on his hip, he said, “C’mon boys, let’s go.”
After signing the papers the next day and attending his parents’ funeral, Remy packed up his brothers’ few belongings and brought them back to France, where he began to build a new life for them…and himself.
Giving Rune a few apple slices in an effort to keep him quiet, Remy headed over to the doorway, scooping up Eamon who was running through it. Taking the sword from his hand, he set it down on the butcher-block counter, then, tickling his brother’s belly, he smiled at the sound of childish laughter filling the room
“Noooo, Remeee.” Eamon made futile attempts to escape Remy’s hold, laughing as he protested being captured.
“Didn’t I tell you to wash your hands?” Remy said, giving a fake growl.
“I wuz fightin’ Gally.”
“Who was winning?” Remy asked, carrying his brother over to the kitchen sink.
“I wuz!” shouted Galen, standing in the middle of the kitchen, brandishing his sword.
“Uh, uh! I wuz!” Eamon yelled, squirming in Remy’s arms as he tried to get down.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Remy said, turning on the faucet, while lowering his brother so he could wash his hands. “Hey, use soap,” he admonished, handing a bar to his brother.
“Aww, why? Gally never does.”
“I do, too,” Galan yelled.
“Stop yelling,” Remy said automatically as he dried Eamon’s hands and swiveled around, setting him on his chair. Turning to Galen, he growled, “C’mon, you, too. And put your sword next to Eamon’s.”
“Dang it. Why do I have to?” Galen pouted, slapping his sword down on the counter. “What if someone attacks me when I’m eating?”
“No one’s going to attack you,” Remy said, helping Galen up on the stool so he could reach the water.
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do. Now go sit down.” Once Remy made sure Galen had obeyed him, he turned back to the three bowls of oatmeal, sticking his pinky in each of them to check the temperature. Finding them cool enough, he poured maple syrup and cream in them before setting bowls in front of Eamon and Galen—and then placed Rune’s on his high chair table.
Sitting down next to his youngest brother, Remy couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful child he was. Even though Rune was all-boy, he had an angelic air about him that reminded Remy of cherubs painted on the ceilings of French cathedrals. His big, deep blue eyes pierced Remy’s soul while his beautiful white, curly blond hair was so fine, you had to be really up close to see it. Dipping a spoon into the oatmeal, Remy brought it up to Rune’s mouth, slipping it in when his brother smiled.
Suddenly, the kitchen door swung open as Mrs. Beasley swooped in. “Oh, my goodness,” she exclaimed, “you are running late this morning.”
Glancing over at her, Remy grinned. “And how is that different from any other morning?”
“Ahh, true,” agreed Mrs. Beasley, removing her jacket and setting it down next to her big bag she’d dropped on the rocking chair next to the stone fireplace. Hustling over, she took the spoon from Remy’s hand. “Shoo, go get ready. I can finish feeding our Rune.”
Rising quickly, Remy gave Mrs. Beasley a quick kiss on her plump cheek. “Thanks, Mrs. B. The new owner is arriving today and I promised to pick him up at the airport.” Glancing once more at Galen and Eamon, satisfied they were behaving, he rushed upstairs to shower and dress. Checking the time on the grandfather clock as he hustled past it, he muttered under his breath. “Sacré bleu!” He’d be cutting it close.
MYSTIC GUARDIAN / Mary Rundle
Thank you so much for hosting my blog tour. Below I have an exclusive excerpt from Mystic Guardian, Book 9 in the Blackwood Pack series. It’s the story of Remy and Carson…two people who thought the Fates forgot them…but then they found each other and finally got their HEA.
Standing guard on a hill overlooking the cozy cottage, Mystia watched until the only light she could see came from an upstairs window. Then, unwilling to delay any further, she cast a spell, hiding the magic signatures of everyone inside from the curious. It wouldn’t last long but, hopefully, long enough to throw anyone off the track who traced the light sphere to France, causing them to bypass Chateau des Flammes and look elsewhere.
Now, Mystia would remain there through the night, making sure no evil could touch Carson’s mate. Smiling, she thought about what she learned about Remy Marchant since arriving earlier. Disguising herself, Mystia wandered around the estate, finding he was well-liked by the workers—a fair boss, always willing to listen and help any who were in need. But as good as that was, it didn’t compare to what she heard from Mrs. Beasly. An hour spent sitting with her in the park while Remy’s brothers played eased Mystia’s mind about who Remy really was; the Fates had picked the perfect warlock on which to bestow such a gift.
How he escaped the attention of the Witches’ Governing Council all these years was beyond her, but once Oracle arrived, Mystia intended to do some research into Remy’s background. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was responsible for the last light sphere detected many years ago—which would be even more amazing considering the little magic he had. But that would all have to wait. Tonight, at least, Remy and his brothers would be protected by her magic, keeping them out of harm’s way.
Undressing for bed, Remy felt magic caress his skin, sending tiny arrows into his soul. Stopping, he closed his eyes, concentrating on which brother was responsible. It wouldn’t be the first time he caught one of them playing with their magic, but he wasn’t in the mood for any shenanigans now. Reaching out with his mind, he frowned, realizing it was coming from outside the house.
Slipping his clothes back on, Remy snuck out of his house to find the origin of the spell he felt. Whoever it was didn’t belong on the chateau’s property, making him worry about the safety of his brothers. Protected by the darkness of a moonless night sky and the rows of grape vines, he quietly circled around until he was behind the source of the magic. It wasn’t until he was standing there that he realized how dumb a move it was to put himself in danger, especially after what he’d discovered at the winery that morning. Mentally shaking his head, Remy reached out, connecting with the intruder’s magic field. What was he going to do if he found it was black magic, something he had no control over? This is dumb, dumb, dumb.
Giving an inaudible sigh of relief at not finding signs of black magic, Remy quickly withdrew his hand. The person wasn’t here to harm him or his brothers and Remy felt better about his decision to confront the magic user. “Who are you and why are you trespassing?” he demanded, using his most authoritative voice.
Swirling around, Mystia found a man standing behind her. Stunned that he’d sneaked up on her without her knowing it, she said the first thing that came to mind. “How did you do that?”
“Do what?” Remy asked, perplexed by the question.
“Appear without me sensing you,” Mystia said.
Shrugging, Remy ignored her question, unwilling to disclose to a witch how little magic he truly had…a witch, he surmised, who possessed a great deal more. “You didn’t answer my question…who are you and why are you here?”
“I’m Mystia and I’m here to protect you. Do you mind if we go inside your house? I think it would be safer for you if we continued this discussion there.”
Remy studied the witch, considering her request. With all the shifters around, he agreed with her assessment about keeping any further discussions between them private, but whether he trusted her was still an unknown. His brothers were sleeping in the house and…
“I’m not a danger to your brothers,” Mystia said, correctly identifying Remy’s hesitation.
“Yes, but you saying that doesn’t make it true.”
Tilting her head slightly in acknowledgement, Mystia said, “Your mate is under my protection.”
Startled, Remy’s eyes narrowed. “What mate?”
“Carson Blackwood,” Mystia replied. “You know he’s your mate…I can see it reflected in your face. Now, please, may we go inside…I have much to tell you.”
Frowning slightly, Remy decided to trust his gut which told him this witch meant no harm, but whether he’d like to hear what she was going to tell him…well that was a whole different matter. “Okay, follow me,” he said, turning on his heels and heading back to his house.
Hello, I'm Mary Rundle and welcome to my Amazon Author page. I write MM paranormal erotic romances. The first book I ever wrote was Dire Warning in 2017 and, much to my delight, it became an Amazon Best Seller. Readers loved it and I was on my way to chronicling the Blackwood Pack, seven brothers who are gay wolf shifters in search of their fated mates– stories about love at first sight with twists and turns, angst and humor, romance and adventure and, of course, happy endings.
Now, five books later, Shadow Voice, another Best Seller, has just been released to critical acclaim. I love the M/M paranormal genre because it gives my imagination a lot of territory in which to roam. My mind can really run wild and come up with some amazing stuff when it doesn’t have to stay inside the box.
My readers tell me they feel like they’re a member of the pack as the stories unfold. As if they’re right there in the middle of the action. Others tell me it’s like watching a fast-paced movie. My writing style pulls no punches– readers love it and are always clamoring for the next book.
Stories come to me as if they were being channeled by my characters, all of whom I love (except for a few villains). They are eager to recount their lives, loves and adventures and are not inhibited when it comes to revealing steamy details.
I currently live in the Northeast and love the beautiful change of seasons, my husband, and our quirky calico cat, though not necessarily in that order. I love to hear from my readers so feel free to get in touch with me via Facebook, Twitter, MeWe or my website www.maryrundle.com
I’m always happy to hear from my readers and can be reached through Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, or my website.
I never went to school to learn writing nor attended a writing workshop, but it didn’t stop me from entering a writing contest and from that came my first book, Dire Warning.
Readers loved it and I was on my way to chronicling the Blackwood Pack, seven brothers who are gay wolf shifters in search of their fated mates– stories about love at first sight with twists and turns, angst and humor, romance and adventure and, of course, happy endings.
My stories come to me as if they were being channeled by my characters, all of whom I love (except for a few villains). They are eager to recount their lives, loves and adventures and are not inhibited when it comes to revealing steamy details.
I love the M/M paranormal genre because it gives my imagination a lot of territory in which to roam. My mind can really run wild and come up with some amazing stuff when it doesn’t have to stay inside the box.
Although my writing is sometimes raw—that’s the way I like to tell my stories—readers love it and are clamoring for more.
I currently live in the Northeast and love the beautiful change of seasons, my husband, and our quirky calico cat, though not necessarily in that order.
Please join me as we travel through my wonderful fantasy world of shifters who are Fated Mates and all have HEAs. I love to hear from my readers so feel free to get in touch with me via Facebook, Twitter, or my website www.maryrundle.com
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