Today I’m thrilled to feature Wicked for You, Westmore
Wolves, Book 1 by Erzabet Bishop.
Genre: Shifters/Werewolves, Erotic Romance
Date of Publication: February 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-64-7
Cover Artist: Erin DameronHill
Book Description
Carrick is an Alpha werewolf preparing for the annual Pack
Gathering. Pack law dictates he must have a mate by his thirty-sixth year or
forfeit his rule. But what if he’s already found her and lost her in a swirl of
cinnamon-scented dreams? Can this Alpha
brave a sea of single wolfy females to find the one woman who enchanted his
heart?
She’s a kitty girl, in a wolfy world…
Sage is the curvy owner of the Hot Whips Café. Bound by pack
law, even as an adopted cat, she must attend the Gathering for the Alpha to
select a new mate. Heading to a wolf ball isn’t high on her list of fun
activities, but damned if she can’t get the image of a certain amber-eyed wolf
out of her head.
Excerpt
Carrick stood with his back to his second in command, his
wolf pacing beneath his skin. He wanted to break the double doors open and
bound into the woods rather than face the torment waiting for him in the
grounds outside. Women. Hundreds of single wolfy females. All vying for the
privilege of putting his cock and balls into their handbags like some
godforsaken trophy.
Fuck.
Ever year he’d dodged the bullet, but this year one of the
hungry piranha circling his house would become his mate.
Double fuck. He’d been through this before. He already had
one. He just needed to find her, but the elders wouldn’t listen.
“You have to make a choice, Alpha.” Reid crossed the room
and stood in front of him, blocking his view.
Carrick growled and spun away. “I’ll find her.”
Reid’s lips flattened, his dark eyes flashing in his anger.
“You know the rules. Thirty-six is the last year an Alpha can rule without a
mate by his side. The pack needs an Alpha female to be whole.”
“The pack is stronger than it’s been, or are you forgetting
how I got here?”
Reid swallowed and backed up a step. “No. Justin was a
horrible Alpha. You were right to destroy him. He was wrong for the Westmore
Pack. Evil.”
And the bastard had been. He’d abused his power as Alpha to
enslave his pack rather than uplift it. The amount of victims he’d unearthed in
the days that followed would disturb him for the rest of his days. He could
still see the faces of the women Justin had taken against their will and the
shivering form of his sister and the strange girl who stood up to a monster.
Hers was the face
that haunted his dreams. Her need reached out to him and made him into who he
needed to be to overcome a near impossible situation. He had been up against a
being far superior in strength but what he lacked in brawn, he’d more than made
up for in sheer bullheadedness. And the electricity he felt when he touched
her. His wolf recognized his mate and so did he. Now all that remained was to
find her. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been looking. No one knew her name and, with
her face partially shifted, her image was only a fleeting ghost in his mind.
“You’re damned right.” Carrick leaned back against his desk
and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His father would be proud of the work he’d
done. He’d turned the Westmore Estate from a near financial ruin to a lucrative
operation centered on the newly formed security company owned by him and his
second, Reid. Where people had once feared shifters for their propensity for
violence because of Justin and his henchmen, he’d turned the tide and people
paid for their protection. Handsomely. So much so that when the media had heard
about the weekend’s festivities, he’d been dubbed the Ultimate Bachelor.
It made him fucking nauseous.
The one person he needed to find and he couldn’t and it made
him crazy. Now, in a matter of a few days, he would either have to relinquish
his role as Alpha or marry a gold digging piece of arm candy. The closest
person he’d found was a barista at the coffee place he frequented but she
didn’t look anything like the girl in his dreams. And now whenever she saw him
coming, she hightailed it for the hills.
But she had popped a whisker.
Just like his goddess.
Jesus. He was losing his shit. Completely.
About the Author
Erzabet Bishop is the award winning author of Sigil Fire,
Written on Skin, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts interactive erotic romances,
Holiday Cruise, Gingerbread Dreams, Pomegranate, Crave, A Red Dress for
Christmas, Holidays in Hell, Lipstick, The Science of Lust, Club Beam, Sweet
Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection and multiple books in the Erotic
Pagan Series. She is a contributing author to Club Rook, Taboo II, Hungry for
More, A Christmas to Remember, Forbidden Fruit, Sci Spanks, Spank or Treat,
Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Bossy, Cougars, Can’t Get Enough, Slave
Girls, The Big Book of Submission, Anything She Wants, Bondage Bites, Coming
Together: Girl on Girl, Coming Together: For the Holidays and more. She was a
finalist for the GCLS awards in 2014 and 2015. She lives in Texas with her
husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.
For more information on books by
Erzabet, visit her website:
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Thanks for having me on the blog today!
XOXO
Erzabet
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