Cant believe the day is almost here! This is the fifth book of the Phoenix Pack series and tells Ryan's story. I’ll include the synopsis and an excerpt in this post so
you can take a peek. I’ll be celebrating on Facebook tomorrow, so I hope you’ll
come. There will be giveaways and a chance to receive bonus material. I like to
do giveaways, but it seems sad that so many people get involved and only a
handful win something. As such, I’ve created a Bonus Material Pack. It contains
a Behind the Book commentary, a deleted scene, a short story for Jaime and
Dante, and a sneak peek at the second instalment of the Mercury Pack Series,
which will be released in autumn. The Bonus Material Pack will be available for
the first week of the book’s release. To get it, all you have to do is send
proof of purchase to an email address that I will post on Facebook tomorrow
morning.
Here’s the synopsis for Savage Urges...
She’s a lone wolf with a cause.
As a volunteer at a shelter for lone shifters—the same one
that rescued her—Makenna Wray has dedicated her life to finding homes for its
residents. And when she discovers that a teen in her care is related to Ryan
Conner, the broody, handsome-as-sin enforcer of the Phoenix Pack, she’s eager
to help connect the two. She just wasn’t prepared to feel a connection of her
own.
Lone wolves are loners for a reason—and most of them bad. Or
so Ryan assumes until he meets the mysterious Makenna. Quirky and sensual, she
seems to enjoy riling him, especially when she refuses to discuss her past.
Although there is no mating bond, he’s sure she’s the one. All he has to do is
be patient and wait. But when another pack’s sinister Alpha comes sniffing
around, threatening Makenna and her shelter, this enforcer is ready to let his
wolf off the leash…
Read on to check out an excerpt of the book…
Stalking people was so boring.
At least the view was attractive. Smoky black eyes, a strong
jaw, broad shoulders, and impressive abs that she could see right through his
dark-gray tee. The angles of his face were hard, rough, and dangerous, matching
his menacing frown. He was incredibly hot, if you liked the broody, rugged
type, which Makenna totally did. Especially when that male exuded strength and
confidence with every step he took.
Ryan Conner.
Whenever she found potential guardians for loners, she
researched them, scouting the Internet for information and asking questions of
her many sources. The guy was a respected enforcer within a powerful pack and
was well known for being a seriously talented tracker. All good things. He’d
been described as stoic, dauntless, cold. But Makenna often had feelings about
people—she was good at reading them, good at seeing past masks and shields—and
she had a very good feeling about Ryan Conner.
Since she had more chance of talking with him in a public
place than being permitted on his territory, she’d followed his Chevy to a
small line of stores in town. And now, parked at the far side of the lot, she
watched impatiently as he stood by his car talking on his cell phone. Her plan
was pretty simple: the moment he put away his cell, she’d approach him,
introduce herself, explain the issue, and . . . and now he was walking away.
She grimaced as he disappeared down an alley, out of sight.
Crap. Could nothing be simple anymore?
Hopping out of her Mustang, Makenna crossed the lot, traced
the path he’d taken, walked into the alley, and—
Where the fuck had he gone?
She moved a little farther into the alley, stepping into the
shadows. It was empty. Well, that was totally shit. Now she’d have to—
A large, warm, calloused hand suddenly curled around her
throat from behind as a solid body propelled her forward, caging her against
the brick wall; the rough surface grazed her palms.
A hot mouth was then at her ear. “Why are you following me?”
It was a menacing rumble.
And just like that, at the feel of his breath against her
ear and the sound of that gravelly voice, lust slammed into her. The reaction
was instant, elemental, and totally unwanted. Sometimes being a naturally
sexual creature was very inconvenient. “You know, there aren’t many people who
can creep up on me. You’re good.” He hadn’t made a single sound. Makenna was
good at stealth, but not that good.
For a moment, he didn’t respond, and she had the feeling
she’d surprised him. He grunted, “Answer my question.”
Did he think that gruff tone would scare her? It probably
should. Especially since she had well over six feet of untamed power
practically curled around her from behind. With her slim build fitting into the
groove between his broad shoulders and her head resting just beneath his chin,
she felt totally surrounded.
Her wolf should have felt threatened. She didn’t though as
she was a little distracted by the dark animal energy that hummed beneath his
skin and his delicious scent: rich hazelnut, smoky sandalwood, and a dark
sexuality. Makenna could admit it was rather distracting. “Sure thing. But I’ll
need you to release me first.” In truth, she could easily escape his hold. But
it would serve her best to let him believe she was helpless.
“I’ll release you when you answer me.”
“I just need to talk to you.”
“So talk.” His thumb circled her throat in a movement that
was surprisingly arousing.
“Look, I’m on a bit of a schedule here—”
“Who sent you? What pack are you from?”
If she revealed she was a lone wolf this early in the
conversation, she’d most likely be sent on her way. “Nobody sent me. I just
need to speak with you.”
A pause. “You have five minutes.”
“I’m gonna need at least ten.”
“I mean you have five minutes to convince me not to snap
this pretty little neck.” He punctuated that with a flex of his grip.
She sensed that he wasn’t kidding. Well, of course he
wasn’t. She was a perfect stranger, she’d been following him, and he had all the
instincts of an enforcer. A threat to an enforcer was a threat to their pack.
As such, they would never hesitate in eliminating one. “Hey, if you really want
me to walk away, fine. But then you’ll never know what was so important to make
me trail you like this.”
He grunted. It was a sound that said, “So?”
“Damian Lewis was your cousin. Correct?” He didn’t respond,
but she knew she was right. “As I’m sure you know, he died six years ago. His
mate died shortly after, unable to survive the breaking of the mating bond,
leaving their son to the care of their pack.” She licked her lips. “Zac left
his pack six months ago, and he point-blank refuses to return. He’s been
staying at a shelter for loners for the past four months.” Ryan still said
nothing. “Are you going to let go of me now?”
“No.” He circled his thumb over her throat again, increasing
the buzz of arousal beneath her skin. “What does this have to do with you? Are
you from his pack?”
“No, I’m a volunteer at the shelter.”
He growled, “You’re a loner?”
As his grip tightened—not enough to hurt but enough to
reassert his dominance—Makenna sighed. “Okay, I get it. You’re a big, bad,
scary wolf, and your proverbial dick is bigger than mine. I’m officially
intimidated.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
His mouth moved even closer to her ear, until he was almost
nibbling on her lobe. “That’s a lie. I don’t like it when people lie to me.
Don’t do it again.”
© Suzanne Wright
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