He’d loved Karlan forever. Now he must face forever without him…
Karlan Rixx is the epitome of the playboy rocker. Sexy and gorgeous, with that feral edge that marked a werewolf, Sav’s been in love with him for years. The trouble is, Karlan’s Mr. New girl every night, as straight as they come, and Sav doesn’t stand a chance. Unable to bear it anymore, he makes plans to leave the band, even though it will break his heart in the process. But anything’s better than seeing the man he loves and not being able to touch. Ever.
K loves being a Lyric Hound. The only time he truly feels alive is on stage, a guitar in his hand and the beat of Sav’s drums flowing through his veins. Despite his image as a womaniser, it’s the other wolf who makes his heart pound and his body ache. Before K can admit his feelings though, Sav leaves and rips his world apart.
Enter Madam Eve and a very special 1NS date. Can she succeed where so many investigators have failed and find K’s lost wolf?
“One day, Trent Savage, those lies are gonna bite you in the ass.”
They already had, but she didn’t need to know that. Sav winked over his shoulder, the easy grin still on his face. He made to move off, then stopped. Reaching inside his jacket, he extracted a letter and held it out. “Oh, Temp. I gotta run, so can you give this to Aaron for me?”
She took the envelope, obviously mistaking it for a christening card or something. Guilt hit him. Coward. He’d taken the easy way out and written a letter of resignation from the band rather than face Aaron and, God forbid, Karlan, with the reasons he had to leave.
“No worries.” The letter disappeared into her pocket rather than the tiny purse that was useless for anything more than whatever women carried about with them. Personally, he couldn’t see the point in the thing.
“Just make sure you’re not late on Sunday. You know how Mom gets when you’re late,” she warned, wagging her finger at him and opening up a whole new set of wounds across his heart. His grin slipped a little. Cutting himself off from K also meant losing the only family he’d had since his mother’s death in the fire years ago.
“I won’t be late.”
Not a lie: not really. He wouldn’t be late, because he wouldn’t be there at all.
Not ever again.
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Mina was born and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a suitable occupation these days.
So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all…
(But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)
The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She’s addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her.
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