Howl of the Wolf (27 page)

The room erupted. The women squealed and Kellsie jumped up, raced over to Mordecai and hugged him. Marko roared and tore her away from the other warrior before grabbing Mordecai himself and thumping him on the back.

When the furor died down, it was Roric, their unofficial leader, who spoke for the rest of them. “Why? Why did you even bother?”

Mordecai shrugged. “Guess I had some hope after all.”

Hope. Was there a word more powerful? Maybe love. Sabrina looked at Arand and her heart filled with it. He caught her gaze and lifted her from her seat and placed her in his lap. “Are you happy?”

“More than I thought possible,” she replied. “You realize you’re stinking rich now, don’t you? All of you are.”

Arand shrugged. “As long as I can give you whatever will make you happy, that is all I need.”

Could he be any more perfect for her? He was loving and giving and completely hot in bed. “All I need is you.”

He grinned. “Then you will always be happy.”

Sabrina laughed and rubbed her nose against his. She knew they’d have disagreements. After all, she was a modern woman and he was an ancient warrior. They were bound to clash on some things. But there would always be love, and that was bigger than any disagreement could be.

“I think I’m ready to go home.” She wanted to make love to her man again. One perk of being immortal was her body healed fast. No matter how many times they made love, she didn’t get sore.

Arand stood abruptly with her cradled in his arms. His chair tipped back and fell to the floor.

“Going so soon?” Kellsie teased.

“I think it is a good idea.” Marko scooped her into his arms and headed for the door.

“I’ll call you,” Kellsie promised. “I think we should discuss buying a large piece of land somewhere for all of us to build homes so we can be together.”

“There’s a couple of houses in a row in the French Quarter for sale,” Tilly told them. “I think both of them have several apartments in them. Enough for everyone.”

Sabrina laughed again as a rush of happiness filled her. “We’ll make an appointment to look at them tomorrow. If no one else wants in, Arand and I could buy them so everyone would have a place to stay when they come to visit.” She stopped when she realized not only was she making a decision without discussing it with Arand, she was also spending his money. Not like she had enough money sitting around to buy it.

She glanced up to find Arand watching her, an indulgent expression on his face. “Whatever makes you happy,” he reminded her.

Roric spoke as he wrapped his arm around Aimee. “We’ll get together and discuss it tomorrow.” He went to Mordecai and held out his hand. “Thank you, my brother.”

Arand set her back in her chair and Marko did the same with Kellsie. Then all the warriors went to Mordecai and they wrapped their arms around one another. It reminded Sabrina of a football huddle. She glanced at the women and shrugged. What the hell. The women stood and came together in a huddle of their own, even Jessica and Tilly.

“Go team,” Sabrina called, and they laughed.

Arand wrapped his strong arm around Sabrina’s waist and pulled her from the pack of hugging women. “Guess this means we’re leaving.” Her friends, old and new, all laughed as Arand hurried her from the café.

The night was cool, but she didn’t mind it much. That was one thing she had noticed over the past few days, she didn’t seem to notice the heat or cold as much as she used to. She was still learning what being immortal meant for her, but so far so good.

Arand scooped her into his arms again, never breaking stride. The man did like to carry her. She knew it was a result of how close they’d both come to death and figured it would ease up in a decade or so.

“I love you.” His deep voice was filled with emotion so intense it brought tears to her eyes.

“I love you too.” She twined her arms around Arand’s neck and buried her face against his throat. He gave a rumbling growl and she knew her wolf was happy.

About the Author

N.J. Walters has always been a voracious reader of romance novels and decided one day that she could write one as well. The contemporary story,
Discovering Dani
, was the very first novel she wrote while living in a little town much like the one Dani O’Rourke lives in, though all other similarities to Dani’s life pretty much end there. Then she wrote another one that followed up on Dani’s friends and neighbors. But she didn’t consider herself a “real” writer yet.

Just a few years later N. J. had a mid-life crisis at a fairly young age, gave notice after ten years at her job on a Friday and received a tentative acceptance for her first published novel (an erotic romance) from a publisher on the following Sunday.

Happily married to the love of her life, with his encouragement and support she gave up the job of selling books for the more pleasurable job of writing them. She now spends her days writing novels of her own. Werewolves, vampires, time-travelers, seductive handymen and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to do it. And some days she actually feels like a “real” writer.

N.J. enjoys hearing from readers, and she can be reached at
[email protected]
. You can check out her web site at
www.njwalters.com
.

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Jamesville

Discovering Dani

The Way Home

The Return of Patrick O’Rourke

The Seduction of Shamus O’Rourke

A Legal Affair

By the Book

Past Promises

Legacy

Alexandra’s Legacy

Isaiah’s Haven

Legacy Found

Quinn’s Quest

Finding Chrissten

Damek’s Redemption

Spells, Secrets and Seduction

A Touch of Magick

Dreams of Seduction

Love in Flames

Hades’ Carnival

Night of the Tiger

Mark of the Bear

Pride of the Lion

Coming Soon:

Craig’s Heart

Once upon a time, a writer woke up in the middle of her own book…

Pride of the Lion

© 2013 N.J. Walters

Hades’ Carnival, Book 3

Araminta Davenport has arrived. After giving up her librarian job to be a full-time writer, all those lonely nights alone with her cat and her keyboard have paid off. She’s been invited to participate in one of the biggest reader appreciation weekends—as a professional author.

She can’t imagine her life getting any more exciting than that…until she accidentally releases a sexy, shapeshifting, immortal warrior from a five-thousand-year-old curse.

Finally free of his carousel prison, lion shifter Leander is determined not to let Hades lure him to the dark side in a quest for world domination. Nor will he give the delectable Araminta up to the clutches of the dark one. If they can survive twenty-four hours—and somehow resist losing themselves completely in the sexual haze threatening to swallow them up—the curse will be permanently broken.

But the clock is ticking, the heat is rising…and only the ultimate sacrifice will save them both.

Warning: This book contains one shy writer who is learning how to cut loose, and a warrior who’s been cut loose and he’s ready to roar. Stir in enough hot sex to make Hell itself seem like the Arctic, and you have a recipe for one wild ride.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Pride of the Lion:

“This isn’t real.” Araminta sat back on the bed with a heavy thump, her hands twisted in the sheet covering her. She was losing her mind. There was no other logical explanation for what was happening. The lion was massive, much larger than a normal one. He looked as though he could eat her with one gulp.

He prowled toward her and she held out her shaking hand. “Nice kitty.” She should call hotel security. But what would she say? I have a lion in my room. They’d send for the men in white coats. She tried to swallow around the lump in her throat but couldn’t. The lion stopped in front of her, his face level with hers.

She could hear his heavy breathing, feel the warm puff against her skin. His teeth appeared even sharper this close up. His long golden tail with a black tuft on the end swished lazily behind him.

“I must be going crazy.” The words came out in a breathy rush, and she sucked in a lungful of air. Her heart raced and her stomach was in knots.

There was no other explanation for having a sexy stranger in her bed, one who could shift into a lion. “I’ve been doing too much research and writing. Maybe I’ve had a mental breakdown.” The words tripped out, one after another. She always talked to herself when she was nervous, and the fact she was on the verge of being eaten by a large lion was no reason to stop. In a weird way, it calmed and grounded her.

The lion grumbled and caught the edge of her sheet between its teeth. She clung to the thin fabric, refusing to let her only covering go. “Hey, let go. That’s mine.” And why was she arguing with a full-grown male lion? She’d truly lost her mind.

Leander growled again, but this time he sounded as though he meant business. The fabric ripped and she released it, afraid he might decide to chomp on her next if she didn’t. She pushed herself back onto the bed, but he caught her forearm in his powerful jaws. He didn’t hurt her, his teeth touching her skin but not digging in. She froze, afraid to do anything that might upset him further.

Oh God, what was she going to do? Nothing in her past had prepared her for such an event. She wasn’t an adrenaline junkie, a thrill-seeker. She was a homebody, living a staid, quiet life.

When she stopped trying to escape him, he released her and dragged his tongue over her arm as if in silent apology.

“This is unbelievable.”

He growled and shook his head as if to refute her words.

She licked her dry lips and tried to think logically. He hadn’t eaten her, hadn’t even done anything to harm her. That probably meant he wasn’t going to. Or at least that’s what she hoped it meant.

Tentatively, she reached out and touched his head. He gave a low purr of encouragement and she carefully scratched behind one of his ears. His fur was short and bristly and felt a lot like Percy’s.

“Okay, what if I agree that you are a shapeshifter and an ancient immortal warrior?” He gave a rumble of approval and she kept going. “What does that mean? And why am I suddenly living my book?” That was the weirdest thing of all. If he was real, did the people from the two books she’d already written exist? It was all very confusing. Could a dream be this real? She didn’t think so.

He suddenly pulled away from her and began to change again, this time going from animal to man. Skin replaced fur and hands and feet appeared, but the heavy muscle remained constant. The fur around his face receded until only his incredible hair hung to his shoulders. The tail seemed to be absorbed by his body.

She grabbed for the slightly tattered sheet, but he yanked it out of her grasp. Leander leaned over her, his knees on the floor in front of her, his hands pressed against the mattress on either side of her hips, effectively caging her in. He was so tall he was looking in her eyes even though he was kneeling on the floor and she was seated on the bed.

“You are the special woman who has broken my curse. Five of my brethren have been freed already. Mordecai, the serpent, joined Hades without a fight after slaying the woman who freed him. Phoenix and Stavros, the jaguar, disappeared with their women, never to be heard from again.” He paused and she felt his pain like it was a living, breathing entity. “Roric and Marko, the tiger and the bear, have found their freedom, and now it is my turn to do the same.”

Araminta wanted to touch him but was half-afraid to now that she knew he was more than a dream. “I don’t understand. Why did I dream about them? Why am I writing books about them?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe it is a gift from the Lady. Maybe it is part of Hades’ plan.”

The mere thought that Hades might have been in her dreams gave Araminta the heebie-jeebies, and a shiver raced down her spine. If she believed that Leander was the real deal, Hades was also real.

“Please tell me you drugged me.” She was on the verge of hysterical laughter. This couldn’t be happening to her. She was a former librarian turned writer, for heaven’s sake. Not some sexy female adventurer from some movie or video game.

She reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. “Tell me you drugged me. Tell me none of this is real.”

He shook his head and sadness filled his gaze. “I cannot.”

He offered no more than that, didn’t try to convince her it was real. That’s when she knew he was telling the truth.

“Oh, crap.” She tried to calm her galloping heart and her chaotic thoughts. She knew what the heroines in her books had gone through. She also knew that some of the earlier women, ones she hadn’t written about, hadn’t made it. This was truly a life-or-death situation.

“What do we do? I have to go home. Mary Jo said someone had broken into my house. Percy is okay, but I don’t know what might be missing.” Her mind clicked into gear. “Oh my God, do you think the break-in might have something to do with this?” She motioned to him and back to herself. “You know, the whole thing with Hades?”

Leander growled and leaned in until their noses were touching. “Who is Percy?”

“What? What does that matter?”

He growled again.

“He’s my cat.” The look on Leander’s face made her laugh. Her nerves were strung so tight, once she started laughing, she couldn’t stop. “You’re not my first cat,” she blurted out before going off into peals of laughter again. She really had to stop. The situation wasn’t the least bit funny.

Leander sat back on his heels with a slight frown on his face. He pounced faster than she could see, grabbed her legs and lifted them, causing her to fall back onto the bed. He parted her legs, shoved them over his shoulders and leaned inward. His massive shoulders pushed her thighs farther apart, opening her for him to see.