Today it’s my pleasure to feature Wicked Odd by Virginia Nelson.
A Wicked Tale
ARe Books
Genre: M/F, Werewolves, PNR
About the Book
Best way to tame a bad wolf? Be a little wicked yourself…
Carmen finds it hard to trust—then again, her father went
mad and had to be put down by her current Alpha. Carmen might hold a position
of power within the pack, but part of her always wonders if they could turn on
her as quickly as they did him. When she finds a man who she’s pretty sure the
current Alpha failed on a lot of levels, she decides to take matters into her
own hands and prove Dara isn’t as perfect of an Alpha as everyone thinks.
Seth lost his mate, but he survived. He can’t stand to watch
other wolves happily carrying on with their lives and mates after he’d failed
to protect his own. Dara allows him his privacy and ensures that he survives,
even if there are days when he wishes otherwise. When one headstrong and
opinionated she-wolf decides she’s going to end the unique hell of his
isolation, Seth has to make a choice…
Kick her butt to the curb or answer the call to claim her.
But can he dare claim another mate when he knows he failed once to be the man
his mate needed?
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Excerpt
The stink of humans slathered in too much cologne and
perfume competed with the smell of open beers and possible promiscuity in a
cloud of inevitable shame—at least to Seth. He wasn’t sure why he still
bothered to come down from his hill to visit the dance hall, but it was a
ritual he practiced on one specific night of every year.
“Seth!” called Alex Jewel. “Good to see you, man.”
Seth grunted and nodded as he passed over the cover charge.
“’Sup, buddy?”
“Not much. Haven’t seen you in ages. How the hell have you
been?”
With a shrug, Seth headed past him and down the hall that
led to the bar and dance floor. The ritual must be completed exactly for him to
feel satisfied, which meant one beer on the outside patio, one inside, then he
could go home.
Not that fulfilling the pattern actually made him feel any
better at the end of the day. Still...
He ordered the first beer and headed outside with it. Few
were out on the patio, but then again that was typical, too, for this time of
year. Only the really dedicated smokers or secret lovers looking for a quiet
dark spot would bother to brave the humid, still summer air—filled with tiny and
annoying biting bugs—to sit outside.
Watching a single large-wing katydid perched on the fence
helped him pass the time. He ignored the humans with their clouds of smoke and
lust. The katydid busily cleaned his wings while Seth sipped the beer. It wasn’t
as cold as he preferred, and he never drank this brand any other time of the
year, but that, too, was part of the tradition.
Soon, his beer had been emptied and the katydid had flown to
do whatever important insect tasks awaited him in the darkness.
Heading back inside, Seth caught the scent of a wolf and
scanned the dance floor to see if he recognized whoever it might be.
He pinpointed the direction of the aroma to be near the
stage, which meant the smell must be coming from one of two women dancing near
the speakers. He couldn’t help the half smile the sight brought him. One of the
women wore silver leg braces, yet danced with carefree abandon and a smile. Her
movements might be restricted by her obviously weak legs, yet her joy flowed as
effervescent as anyone else’s in the room, if not more. Next to her dark haired
beauty, her dance partner looked particularly mundane. The other woman had
boy-short blonde hair and seemed just as happy. Something about the pair caught
his wolf’s attention, but he wasn’t sure what other than the fact it was good
to see an obviously crippled woman having a good time with a friend.
Shrugging off the oddity, he moved to the bar to order the
second ritual beer. Once he had it in hand, he headed for the small booth at
the back of the dance hall as per routine. From there, however, he broke the
pattern a bit. Instead of staring at the Elvis cut-out hanging on the wall
below a clock with only fives—because it was always five o’clock somewhere—he
watched the girls dancing.
At one point, the blonde went and got them both drinks, so
they backed away from the dance floor to cool off then went right back to
dancing. His wolf stirred again, but he disregarded it. But then the blonde
looked in his direction, a flash of yellow in her eyes. His wolf more than
stirred at the glance, practically clawing him from the inside. Unsettled, he
stood to leave. He’d finished the beer and therefore the dance hall portion of
the ritual.
At the door, someone caught his arm. “Hey, do I know you?”
About the Author
Virginia Nelson, USA Today bestselling author, likes knights
in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines
who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their
dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not
always in that order.
For more information on other books by Virginia, visit her
website: www.virg-nelson.com
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