Thursday, August 6, 2015

BROKEN CIRCLE by Victoria Sue

Book Name: Broken Circle

Author Name: Victoria Sue 

Series: Sirius’ Wolves #2
Series should be read in order for best enjoyment. 

Release Date: July 31, 2015

Pages or Words: 47,000 words

Publisher: Dark Hollows Press

Cover Artist: 3 Rusted Spoons 

Categories: M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, Paranormal

 Darric was the next one to get back. He walked in, his long, silver hair flowing down his back, gray eyes flashing as he zeroed in on Aden. Aden nearly dragged him over to a chair, and Darric with a tired smile to Lilly as she plonked a full plate of meat and bread down, drew Aden straight onto his lap and buried his head in Aden’s chest. He heaved a sigh; Aden gently wrapped his arms around Darric’s back. “There must be something else I can do, Darric,” Aden murmured in frustration. He was so useless without a wolf. He couldn’t even join the search, and he was so weak he knew Conner and Darric were timing their appearances so he wouldn’t get sick.
Darric lifted his head and his big hands settled on each side of Aden’s face. “Listen to me. You are not weak. A weaker person would never have survived the life you have had. Aden, you are one of the strongest people I know.” He placed a kiss on Aden’s lips and Aden tried to get a little closer. Darric broke off. “You have a wolf spirit, Aden. With everything that’s been going on, I should have tried to help you find him far sooner than this.”
Aden looked up eagerly. He had a wolf? He remembered Blaze saying that to him last year. Maybe—
“You will never shift, Aden,” Darric said quickly, picking up Aden’s thoughts. Aden sighed. He would love to have the freedom that they all spoke of.
“Close your eyes.” Aden’s eyes widened at Darric’s words. “I cannot make you shift, but I can give you that feeling. Close your eyes,” Darric urged, and Aden did. “Now breathe. Become aware of who you are, where you are. Your vision loses color, but becomes sharper. As you stand in the grass, poised to run, the scents surround you, become intense. You don’t just stand on the grass, the grass surrounds you and carries you forward. You start to run.”
Darric’s words washed over Aden as he ran, chasing every scent, breathing in the flowers, the earth, the wind through his fur and the sun on his back. It was wonderful, and he wanted it so much.
“Aden?” Aden opened his eyes slowly, felt regret as Darric kissed his cheek. “I’m sorry. I should have done that far sooner, and I don’t have time to do any more.”
Aden nodded. “That was wonderful. Is that what Blaze meant? That I would find my wolf?”
Darric took the sandwich that Aden passed him. “No, Blaze meant it as a more spiritual concept.” He took a large bite.
Aden sat up. “Then how did I see that? Was that not my wolf?”
Darric swallowed and grinned. “No, Aden. That was my wolf you felt.” He nudged Aden almost playfully. “He likes you.” Darric finished his sandwich and glugged the coffee that was on the table. He lifted Aden as he stood, and settled him down on the chair he had just vacated. Darric leaned in, cupped Aden’s chin with one hand to raise his face, and clasped Aden’s other hand to his heart. “When Blaze is home safe, I’m going to take you camping to the base of the Lookout Mountain. It’s beautiful. You’ll find your wolf, and share mine as much as you like.” Darric nibbled Aden’s lips gently, stood silently and smiled. “You are far more powerful than you know.”

Available at:  Amazon   Dark Hollow Press   ARe   Smashwords 

Guest Post by Victoria Sue

Writing Quirks and Must-Haves To Write

Pictures of naked men. No, lol - okay semi-naked men. I have to have silence. I envy all those authors that have play lists of cool music, but I'd just end up singing along and not writing. I write the best when I get up at 4am. I'm at my most productive when everyone else is asleep.
Coffee is a given.
I also have to have my laptop. We have a nice computer in our little office, but I prefer my own second-hand got-it-used-on-ebay laptop. It knows me, and it knows it won't get tossed out of the nearest window when the internet goes down for the millionth time. It also tends to go everywhere with me. I even take it to work for my hour of downtime, or if I have to stay later to wait for someone. I get withdrawal symptoms when I don't have it with me. A bit like teenagers with i-phones.
I also have these pads of post-it notes that I stick on a white board - my story board. Tech savvy people use scrivener, I just use post-it notes for when I get sudden inspiration. My desk looks like WW3 hit it, but I know where everything is. (Honest)
Think that's it!

About the author:
MM Love stories - because the only thing better than one hot guy is two of them.
 Has loved books for as long as she can remember. Books were always what pocket money went on and what usually Father Christmas brought. When she ran out of her kids' adventure stories, she would go raid her mom's. By the age of eight she was devouring classics like Little Women, and fell in love with love stories.
She's still in love with them. Any size, any shape, any creature - love is love, no matter what it says on the box.
In fact if they don't fit very neatly into any box she loves them even more!
She has a very patient husband and three wonderful children. In 2010 in search of adventure they all moved from the UK to the US and are happily settled in Florida. Finally, after reading love stories for so long, she decided to write her own.
Where to find the author:  FB Author Page   Twitter   Blog   

Tour Dates & Stops

No comments:

Post a Comment