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Young werewolf Lupo has lost everything. His soulmate, Jasmine, died in a tragic accident he feels responsible for. A paranormal court sentenced him to a year in Regina Coeli, the dreaded Roman prison every paranormal fears. Regrets and past enemies haunt his long days and nights in jail, and only his imaginary conversations with Jasmine keep Lupo sane.
The date of his release comes by, and he is forced to deal with the outside world, and a reality where Jasmine is alive only in his mind.
Will Lupo find the strength to fight for his life and have the happy ending he so much deserves?
Well, as final as it can be, considering I’m forever tinkering with my covers. After more than ten tries, here is the one image I chose to describe The Lonely Wolf’s story.
The Lonely Wolf, the sixth in the Immortals series, is coming out next Saturday, September 12th, and it will be 99 cents at launch only.
As it usually happens with my creative process, I’m still tinkering with the cover. After a first poll, I am down to an image, but I’m seeking counsel on the color of the sky behind the model. Which one do you like? Red/orange, blue, or black and gray?
The Lonely Wolf:
The archangel and the alpha werewolf, two men from rival species, an everlasting forbidden love.
A father and a son, estranged for eighteen years and reunited by fate.
Amidst bigotry and racism, Ludwig and Quintilius have been in love for almost two thousand years. Yet, their relationship is put to the ultimate test when Ludwig is named archangel, and he must decide between Quin and his brethren.
Lupo is a young, misguided werewolf in search of an identity and full of anger. Seeking to secure his position among the Reds, the most feared street gang in Rome, he commits himself to a life of crime, only to find love where he least expected.
One morning, after rescuing a vampire from a vicious werewolf attack, Ludwig makes a discovery that will link Quintilius’s and Lupo’s lives forever. But despite their good intentions, love and happiness aren’t in sight for the three men, while vampires, werewolves, and angels plot against them.
To celebrate this glorious day, I will post a longer excerpt from my upcoming paranormal title, The Lonely Wolf, the sixth in The Immortals series, and a love story between a werewolf, the mighty alpha Quintilius, and the new-elected archangel, Ludwig. Lovers for more than two thousand years, but separated by racism and politics, Quin and Ludwig will fight for their right to be together…
From The Lonely Wolf—Quin and Ludwig meets for the first time:
Quintilius hated Tuesdays with the same intensity the rest of the world hated Mondays. Since he didn’t care about Sundays, the beginning of the week wasn’t a hardship to him. But the day after, he usually was in such a state his employees had learned to give him a wide berth.
His aversion for Tuesdays wasn’t new. In fact, it had started in the long lost imperial times of Rome when he owned a taberna in Testaccio neighborhood. The eatery was closed on Mondays, and he used the day to restock the cellars. One luminous spring morning, he was buying wine from Laurentius in the Trajan Market and his wolf suddenly went into a frenzy, forcing him to stop his dealings with the merchant at once.
Never before had he lost control over his wolf. It was unheard for an alpha and something he wanted to keep to himself, so he walked away from the Roman Forum and sought some privacy. The wolf wouldn’t give him respite. The more he moved away from the market, the more his beast opposed his will. A few shifters strolling through the stalls turned his way, and Quintilius decided that it would be safer to let his wolf dictate where to go if it calmed him.
Taking his wolf’s mood swings as a compass, Quintilius circled the Forum twice before his beast gave him clear indication he wanted Quintilius to stop before the Public Baths. He had heard of the true soul mate calling, but had never experienced any of the symptoms described by the werewolves in his clan and thought he would have rather avoided the whole thing.
Taking a long breath, he entered the Baths and paid a sesterx for his admission while he admonished his wolf to behave. Still following his wolf’s whims, he doffed his toga and donned a large towel around his waist, then moved to the tepidarium, the pool with the warm water. As he stepped into the scented pool, presently deserted besides one other patron, his heart started beating so fast, he was scared at first.
Then he realized his wolf was deliriously happy, and the feeling became his as well when he set eyes on the large shape of the man sitting at the other end of the pool. The warm fog shrouding the tepidarium in eucalyptus vapors dissipated, and the man’s features came into focus.
Deep gray eyes locked with Quintilius’s, and the most incredible emotion took root in Quintilius’s heart that had now stilled. Belonging. His feet moved on their own accord, and he entered the water, wading through as if a magnet pulled him toward the man staring at him with those stormy eyes.
Finally, he stopped before the stranger. “Vale,” he greeted the man as in his mind his wolf rolled on his back, showing his tummy.
“Vale,” the stranger replied, and Quintilius could see in the man’s countenance he was equally disconcerted.
“May I sit there?” Quintilius pointed at the spot beside the man.
“Of course,” the man answered as if it was the most natural thing to crowd that corner when spots were aplenty.
Quintilius felt lightheaded as he slowly lowered himself to the marble seat. He risked a brief glance to the side and took in the man’s chiseled body and strong features. An attraction that bordered on insanity flared through Quintilius, and he had to control his primal instincts, least he would sink his teeth into the man’s shoulder.
“What are you?” Quintilius could see the man’s aura illuminating him like a halo, and he had his answer before the man spoke.
“I’m an angel, wolf.” The man smiled, and his eyes’ radiance blinded Quintilius for a moment.
Worried he would voice one of the many thoughts swimming in his addled brain, Quintilius stilled his hand on his thigh, squeezing his flesh to snap out of the lustful haze. All the while, his wolf didn’t give him respite, asking to taste the angel’s skin, to lick the salt perspiring in the hollow of his throat, to stroke him slowly with his tongue.
“Care to fly somewhere else?”
The angel’s question took Quintilius by surprise, and he didn’t answer because he didn’t want to hear his trembling voice say, “Anywhere with you.”
The angel stood then, revealing what the vapors had hidden. Massive, the representation of male perfection, the beauty of his body left Quintilius panting. Rivulets of water cascaded along the angel’s pectorals and pooled in the springy red-blond curls at the junction of his muscular legs. The man didn’t go for the towel sitting folded at the edge of the pool, but kept still, goading Quintilius’s eyes to linger where the white cloth would have rested.
Ashamed of his reaction, Quintilius averted his treacherous eyes that couldn’t seem to have enough of the sight. Nudity wasn’t the issue. Not everyone covered themselves in the baths. Men often displayed their bodies, strolled around naked, and even ate and conversed without wearing much. But never before had Quintilius ogled another patron with such hunger. His wolf nudged at him with renewed insistence, demanding with a low growl to be let out.
Sometimes to be a full-fledged alpha wasn’t helpful. In general, werewolves had to contend with their beasts once a month. Betas and even omegas managed them quite easily. But once alphas came into power, they had to keep their wolves on check constantly. Even among alphas, Quintilius, who had blossomed in his early twenties, was different because his wolf was stronger and more independent-thinking than most.
The angel regarded him with a knowing smile, then turned and stepped onto the pool’s edge. “Are you coming or not?”
Fascinated by the sculpted lines of his equally breathtaking backside, Quintilius said, “Yes,” raising from the pool. On shaky legs, he climbed up onto the marble landing, then walked toward the man but stopped before closing the distance between them. His wolf didn’t agree with his decision, but Quintilius’s resolve was stronger, albeit short.
The angel grabbed his arm and pulled Quintilius close to him. “Are you afraid of heights?”
“No. I am not.” Then something possessed him, and Quintilius stepped even closer to the angel, tilted his chin up and whispered to his lips, “Are you afraid of wolves?”
The angel’s mouth descended on his fast. Before Quintilius could think of the consequences, he opened his lips, accepting the urgent strokes of the angel’s tongue and reciprocating in earnest. Voices from the antechamber intruded in their private haven, and the angel leaned away, interrupting the kiss.
“Does that answer your question, wolf?”
“Loud and clear, angel.”
Raphael, the first book in The Immortal Youth series—a YA spin-off from The Immortals—is finally out. The first reviews from my ARC’s readers are so far positive, and I’m glad that people seem to connect with Raphael: a young werewolf deeply damaged in the soul and yet inherently good. Writing a story that treated a topic like abuse both physical and psychological wasn’t easy. In fact, it took me sixty days longer than I had planned, but I’m happy with how the book turned out.
Raphael has nowhere to go, nobody who loves him, and his past has scarred him deeply. A young werewolf on the run, living rough in the catacombs beneath Rome and with nothing else to call his own but his freedom, he desperately tries to elude the Controller whose goal is to send him back to Renegade Youth Shelter and a life of torments.
As he lives day by day with the constant threat of being captured, his future looks dark and lonely.
That is until a chance meeting with Luisa; a werewolf like him whose scent marks her as his one true soul-mate. Much to his despair, their encounter is cut short as he flees from the enforcer chasing after him.
His heart broken and his wolf bereft, Raphael will sacrifice everything to be reunited with Luisa. Even his freedom when he discovers she’s been abducted by a street gang. But, will it be enough?
Despite being born under an unlucky star, the fifth title in The Immortals series is out. To thank my loyal readers, instead of virtual chocolates and cards, I’ve decided to put An Immortal Valentine’s Day free for three days, starting today and ending on Saturday.
At the moment, the novella is climbing the ranks, and with some help it could reach the podium in one or more categories. So, please, grab a copy, share the news, and, if you liked it, leave a review. Crossing fingers!
Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #747 Free in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Free in Kindle Store)
- #6 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Romance > Paranormal > Demons & Devils
- #6 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Romance > Paranormal > Angels
Once a playboy, Alexander Drako is now the happy father of three and eager to celebrate Valentine’s Day with a special party held on Friday night to accommodate his nocturnal vampire friends. Everything is ready except for a small detail. Alexander has forgotten to buy the roses and orchids for his beloved Ravenna. Unable to disappoint her, and accompanied by his loyal friends, Marcus and Samuel, he sets out for Wolf’s Haven, a rehab center for paranormals, hoping to find some flowers left for sale in their greenhouse.
After a honeymoon around the world that lasted half a year, Peter and Ophelia have just landed back in Rome. While he would like to relax in their apartment, Ophelia is eager to see her friends. Most of all, she can’t wait to hug Quintilius, her adoptive father.
Ophelia’s call reaches Quintilius at Wolf’s Haven, where he’s volunteering, and he rejoices at finally seeing her again. However, he isn’t thrilled to see Peter, the man who stole the heart of his little princess. A sudden crisis at the rehab center forces Quintilius to focus his thoughts and energies on looking for Luisa, a girl who’s run away with a dangerous gang member.
By fate’s design, all the friends have reunited at Wolf’s Haven and agreed to help Quintilius in his quest. Will they be able to save the girl and return to their loved ones in time to celebrate Valentine’s Day?