Book Review: The Wolf by K.R. Thompson.


Title: The Wolf
Author: K. R. Thompson
Published: July 24th 2014
Publisher:
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Synopsis:
Before the legend of the Keepers, came the story of the Wolf.

Once upon a time, there lived a man whose fate would rest with two sisters. One will hold his heart. With her, he will find a love that will last forever, though it will come with a price.

From the other sister, he will learn fortitude as he discovers that she holds the power to destroy all he holds dear. For as easily as one sister captures his heart, the other will trap his soul.

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Captivating and enticing from the first word, I was instantly hooked, and swept away in this story. There is a beautiful and authentic narration within this short and I really loved how it kept true to the Native American voice. The characters were well developed, their love and attraction real. I really fell for their love story, and the pain was so real when they were ripped apart. The Wolf is a prequel to Ms. Thompson’s upcoming Keepers series, and I have to say I’m really intrigued. Being a prequel it is a short read, but there’s romance, mystery, revenge, and one of my all time favorite things, shifters. Each page is worth it, and it doesn’t drag or linger too long on one thing. The history of the shifters is presented here, and it’s so neat to to see the world building so carefully tended.

Overall: pink5 A brilliant introduction to what will be an amazing series. Chock full of history and captivating details. It read more like an old folk story told around a campfire.

Adorned by Georgeann Swiger


Title: Adorned (Book I in the Trinity of Souls series)
Author: Georgeann Swiger
Publisher: Entranced Publishing, Rush Imprint
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Length: 80,000 words
Release Date: November 4, 2013

Blurb:
When seventeen-year-old Anya finds out she’s actually an angel being trained to protect humanity, she discovers that becoming an angel has nothing to do with wings and haloes. For Anya, becoming an angel has to do with death—her death.
Micah, the angelic soldier ordered to protect her until she transitions from human to angel, promises her death will be a glorious experience as long as she follows his rules. But getting Anya through this life and to the next isn’t as simple as Micah expects. His job becomes even more difficult after he unwittingly performs a miracle that exposes Anya’s hidden angelic light.
With her secret out, Hell’s legions begin targeting her. Unfortunately, Hell’s minions are the least of Micah’s worries. He’s more concerned about the forbidden human emotions he’s developed toward Anya. Even more troubling, is she seems to love him too. And giving in to those feelings, could mean dire consequences for them both.

Add it on Goodreads: Adorned

Excerpt:
Micah sits in the chair at the head of the table. He lowers his head and mouths something under his breath before snatching the fork from the table.

“What happened to you?” I ask. “Did you change your mind about running away?”

“I didn’t run away.”

When he lifts meatloaf to his mouth, I pull his plate toward me. “I’m tired of waiting for you to tell me what’s going on.”

He swallows. “I’m from the Triad.”

“Is that a foster home?”

“What’s a foster home?” He tastes his mashed potatoes.. “Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

“I’m not hungry. Just tell me what’s going on.”

After he chugs his iced tea, he gets up and squats in front of me, balancing on his toes. No emotion crosses his face. The odd vibration in the room sends a tremor over my skin. Something’s off.

When Micah finally speaks, his voice is flat and emotionless. “I am an angel of the Lord, and your new guardian, here to escort you into the Kingdom of Heaven.”

I stare at him until the truth dawns on me. Micah’s crazy. How did I not see it to begin with? No sane person would be running around naked in a thunderstorm. That old Simon guy was probably with some mental asylum. He should have put Micah in a straightjacket when he had the chance. Now I’m locked in the dining room with a big strong psycho.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” The scar in his Micah’s eyebrow deepens when he tilts his head to the side to study me. “When you enter the Kingdom you’ll become an angel.” He seems at ease, like a serial killer waiting to strike. “I intend to make your human death the most wonderful experience of your life.”

“My…human death?” Even though my voice cracks, I manage to force myself to smile. I glance at the locked doors and slowly scoot my chair away from the table.

He touches my knee. “I’m happy to tell you, you won’t be stuck here much longer.”

When I think enough distance is between us, I use all my strength to shove him down and run for the door.

When I look over my shoulder, Micah gets to his feet, glaring at me.

“Stay away from me!” My trembling hand can’t get the key to cooperate. I keep trying to get the key in the lock, but it slips out of my sweaty fingers and drops to the floor. I pound on the door.

“Aunt Celeste!” I scream.

When I look back, Micah sits at the table, flicking his finger on the butter knife, making it spin it like an airplane propeller. His lips form a tight line. He slams his hand on the table, causing the butter knife to fall to the floor. “Sit. Down. Anya.”

“Aunt Celeste, help me!”

About the author

Georgeann Swiger earned her degree in journalism from West Virginia University, and then spent five years as an anchor/reporter at WBOY-TV in Clarksburg, WV. After having children, she left television news to be a stay at home mom. During that time, she discovered creative writing was more fun than writing about real life tragedy. Imagining interesting characters and having them come to life on the page is now her passion. When she’s not writing, she works as a substitute teacher. She lives in Reedsville, West Virginia with her husband, two kids, a beagle dog and a temperamental cat who tries to rule the house.

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Don’t forget to come back tomorrow and check out my review of Adorned and the link to a giveaway, and another excerpt from this great new release.

Wednesday Briefs!

It’s time for Wednesday Briefs again! This is a group of writers/bloggers who on Wednesdays post a piece of flash fiction, between 500-1000 words, based on a prompt list sent out by the moderator. This week I decided to use the prompt “Triple D chest, with an IQ of wall paper paste.” I really had fun writing this short. Aber encounters Colt again, and is introduced to someone important to him. As always the other blogs will be linked below, so once you’ve finished with my piece, go ahead and check out the others.


Week 1 here
By Shelly Schulz

The lunch rush had hit the diner hard. Aber stood in the parking lot, cell phone clutched in one hand, as she considered coming back later. She only wanted to pick up her paycheck and then head into Enumclaw to meet up with some friends and have contact with people that weren’t loggers, or the extremely attractive, funny Colt Hunter. A flush came to her face when she remembered that he had taken her home after the storm, and how nice it felt to be pressed tight against his back on the motorcycle as they took the soggy back roads to her cabin.

Gravel crunched under her feet as she walked across the parking lot. Her phone started to vibrate receiving a text. Without looking at it she put her phone on silent and tucked it into the back pocket of her jeans. The bell chimed as she entered the diner, and she grabbed an apron tying it around her waist.

Plates lined the window that separated the kitchen from the main part of the diner. She grabbed a ticket, stacked a tray with the proper food and took it to the table. On her way back she cleared another table, pausing to wipe it down. Aber so caught up in the work that she nearly collided with Sam, another waitress.

“You aren’t working today kiddo,” They sidestepped each other, Aber squeezing behind the counter to get more plates.

“I wanted to get my check,” her stomach growled audibly. “Maybe grilled cheese and tomato soup while I’m here.”

“Keep running tables for me, I’ll tell Chewie what you need.” Sam swatted her with a towel as Aber passed by.

Aber took a loaded down tray to the table in the back corner, and set the food down. “Anything else I can get you?” She grinned at the couple at the table.

“Another Coke would be great, Aber.”

She looked up from the ticket, Colt’s voice going straight through her. He was sitting across from a beautiful redhead. “One coke, anything for you Miss?” She couldn’t look away from Colt’s lunch date, a little unsure where her jealousy was coming from. They had talked for hours while waiting out the storm, significant others hadn’t come up.

“So you’re Aber.” The woman’s lips curved into a grin, a wicked glint in golden eyes. “She is cute Colt.” A beat, “I’ll take a Coke too.” Aber nodded and took their empty glasses.

She couldn’t stop the curious glances back toward the booth. The two had ordered what looked like half the menu and were tucking in with enthusiasm. She dumped the ice and put the dirty glasses in the sink, filling new ones with ice and coke.

“She’s got great tits.” Sam came up beside her, jerking her head toward Colt and his date. “Her name is Ryann. Triple Ds, but  has the IQ of wallpaper paste.”

“Sam!” Horrified Aber turned to the older waitress. “Be nice. They’re probably dating.” Sam’s laughter caught her off guard.

“The Hunter family is a lot of things, but they’re not kissing cousins.”

“Well that’s something at least.” Aber muttered. She put the glasses onto the tray, “Where is this going?” She pointed to the food on the tray.

“It’s yours, Chewie gave you chicken noodle. Park it and eat and by the time you’re done your check will be ready.” Sam filled a tray of cups and headed out onto the floor.

“Your Cokes.” Aber put the glasses in front of Colt and Ryann. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, you.” Ryann said with a grin. “That’s your lunch isn’t it? Sit with us.”

“I couldn’t…” Aber said, even as Ryann took the sandwich plate off the tray.

“Park it cutie. The place is packed.” Ryann said. “I heard Sam say that you were waiting for your check.”

Aber glanced back to the drink station, with the noise of competing conversations she found it hard to believe to hear anything other than the normal diner noises. “Great ears.”

“The better to hear you with.” Ryann muttered and took a bite of a greasy burger. Colt frowned and shifted in his seat.

“Sorry, I teach sign language in Seattle. I can read lips.” Ryann glared at Colt who relaxed. The conversation flowed, Aber learning more about Colt than she was sure the man wanted her to know. Her face and stomach hurt from laughing–the cousins were vindictive with their stories, constantly trying to one up each other with embarrassing tales. Sam had come and dropped the check off for Colt and Ryann, and Aber’s paycheck.

“Chewie says lunch is on him for helping out.” Sam said, clearing empty plates from their table. “Anytime you two are ready I can ring you out.”

“Thank you for sharing the table.” Aber said as she slid out of the booth. “But I’m late meeting some friends.” She shifted her weight, and offered a shy smile. “Tomorrow night you both could come over. Beer and bad horror movies?”

Ryann glanced at Colt. “I’d love that. A warning though, Colt’s a big baby when it comes to horror movies. He’ll totally build a fort and hide when he thinks we’re not looking.”

“If you’re not careful Ryann will drink all the beer and steal your shoes.” Colt said. “How about we show up at six tomorrow? We’ll bring pizza with everything on it.” He too got out from the booth. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Make a lady pay for lunch.” Ryann said.

“You’re a Hunter, not a lady.” Colt said. Ryann flipped him the bird and Aber shook her head.

Colt and Aber walked in silence back to her Jeep, fingers brushing before Colt took her hand. He raised her hand to his lips, and kissed her fingertips. “Saturday night, just me and you. I can’t get you out of my mind.”

Aber nodded, breath caught in her chest. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “Saturday night then.”

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I hope you enjoyed this week’s short. If you’d like to leave a comment please go ahead and do so. I’m going to continue with this story for a few more weeks at least as I world build some more. I’ve been bitten by this muse and it might end up being pulled and turned into something much bigger. But for now, please enjoy the weekly installations.

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Wednesday Briefs.

Hi everyone! This is my first time participating in Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction, and I’m really excited about it. Unfortunately I didn’t have time to make a pretty title card for this week’s offering, but I’ll spend some time doing that later today (along with some headers for other blog posts). I probably went a little subtle with the prompts I chose this week: motorcycle and wings, but I like the way they made themselves known. After you’ve read mine, please check out the other participant’s pieces. I’ll have them all linked after my piece.

I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reading.

Guardian of the Wolves.
week one.
By Shelly Schulz

From inside the diner she couldn’t see the brilliant lighting that arced across the sky; the following peal of thunder, she felt. It rattled her bones along with the windows. The overhead lights swung and flickered, and she sent a quick prayer to whoever was listening that the electricity would hold. Aber scrubbed at the petrified smear of jelly on one of the plastic tabletops. Another loud thunder clap sent her under the table, though she told herself it was to pick up the wad of napkins on the floor.

“Hello?”

The greeting startled her, and she thumped her head against the underside of the table. Crawling out from under it, she found herself eye level with denim clad kneecaps. A hand appeared in her line of vision, and she took it, feeling the rough scrape of calloused fingertips as the man pulled her to her feet.

“Sorry, I was…” Aber shrugged and showed the wad of napkins. “What can I do for you?” She stepped away from him, and shoved the trash into the pocket of her apron.

“Coffee would be great. Storm’s too bad to ride in.” His voice was warm and rich, low enough that Aber imagined she’d be able to feel the vibrations of his chest when he spoke.

“Take a seat anywhere you like.” The diner was empty except for the two of them. She started for the kitchen. “I’ll be right out with the coffee. Want a piece of pie or anything?” She added as afterthought when he sat on one of the stools at the counter. “The chocolate silk pie is really good.”

“I’m allergic to chocolate.” He spun once, twice on the stool, and Aber had to bite back a grin. The man was well over six feet tall and built like a wall.

“Banana crème then.” She pushed through the double doors, tossing the wad of napkins into the trash, and washed her hands. A large slice of banana crème pie was added to a plate and she carried it out along with a mug and a pitcher of coffee.

He swiveled the stool back and forth, catching himself before he went around completely. His leather jacket was draped over the stool next to him, a motorcycle helmet on the other side. He spun too hard, his arms cording with the effort to keep from going full circle. His forearms were tattooed, the faded ink blending at times with sun kissed skin. He was nice enough to look at, she thought as she set the pie down in front of him. His nose was crooked like he had broken it a couple times, his eyes were hazel ringed with gold, but the feature she couldn’t take her eyes off of was his mouth. Full, sensual and completely out of place on a man who was taking boyish glee in the fact that the stupid stool he sat on spun.

Thunder clapped again, the lights actually going out for a few seconds before buzzing back to life. Her hand shook slightly as she poured the coffee into the mug. “Sorry, I don’t like the storms.”

“My Gran used to tell me stories that the thunder was because God ate a bunch of beans and had gas.” He said bringing a massive forkful of pie to his mouth. He winked at her and swallowed before taking another bite of pie.

She bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh at the statement, and failed. “My dad is a man of science. He would sit up with me and tell me that it was just the expansion of the air due to the electrical charge of the lightning.”

“I like my Gran’s theory better. It’s got a certain romanticism.”

“Trust a man to think farts are romantic.” She tipped more coffee into his mug. His laugh was big and bold, she wanted to wrap herself up in the sound.

“What about you Aber? Are you a romantic or a woman of science?” It took her a moment to remember that she had a name tag pinned to her t-shirt.

“A scientist,” She replied. “I’m doing research on the large predator species of the Pacific Northwest. The grant money covers my equipment and house, but doesn’t exactly help with anything else.”

“Any particular focus?” He finished off the pie, and wiped his mouth with a napkin. The tattoos moved and rippled with the action.

“Wolves mainly. What is your tattoo of?”

“Angel wings.” He put his elbows together, forearms facing her. The faded lines formed feathery wings. She almost reached out to trace along one of the lines but pulled her hand back.

A tremendous clap of thunder rattled the building once more. An electric buzz filled the diner before it plunged into darkness. Aber clutched at the counter, the hard surface grounding her as she squinted into the near tangible darkness. “Don’t leave.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

“I’m not going to. I’m just locking the door.” She could hear him moving around, and the metallic click of the lock sliding into place. “We’ll wait out the storm here. It’s not safe on the bike, and I’m not going to leave you by yourself.”

She fumbled for her phone, and turned on the flashlight app, which previously she thought was useless. The light was bright enough to illuminate a few feet around her. “Well then,” she said, willing her voice to stay steady. “Since we’re stuck here why don’t you tell me your name.”

“Colt Hunter,” He said. In the dim light she could see him open the pastry case and remove two plates. He set one in front of her and kept the other to himself. “Cherry pie and the ambiance of a cell phone glow. Quite romantic, don’t you think?”

Aber rolled her eyes at that, but couldn’t stop the smile that came to her lips.

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