Thursday, March 30, 2017

Cover Reveal: Unnatural; The Holloway Pack Book 4 by J.A. Belfield

********** NEW COVER REVEAL **********

UNNATURAL by J.A. BELFIELD
THE HOLLOWAY PACK BOOK 4
Published 10-30-16
Paranormal Romance

~SYNOPSIS~

Unnatural. One word to sum up werewolf Kyle Larsen—his mood swings, abnormal body, and choice of female.

The first two, he blames on the vampire venom.

The third, though? No, feline shifter Brook Nicholls is all his doing—a female of whom the pack will never approve.

As part of the Coalition, an organisation with even stricter rules than the pack and a rigidly warped sense of responsibility, Brook comes with a whole lot of opposition of her own.

No wonder the two of them keep their relationship secret for as long as they can.

Now, distanced from his family by his own indiscretions, Kyle’s left to fight battles he’s unsure how to win—some of them even against his own pack.

Is one woman really so important that he’s willing to defy his Alpha for her?

If his heart has any say in the matter, the answer will be yes.


~PURCHASE LINKS~


UK http://amzn.to/2iPqGSn | US http://amzn.to/2mWh10S


~EXCERPT~

Warm breaths hit the side of Brook Nicholls’ neck, the rise and fall of a chest pressed into her back like a heartbeat in slow motion, and the deadweight of the arm across her stomach told her he had fallen asleep.

With the heat of his body lulling her to join him, Brook’s breathing slowed, her lids lowered, and the fingers of oblivion beckoned her weary and sated mind forth.

A beat kicked in somewhere below—his, she thought with a smile.

The drumming picked up, in volume as well as in tempo.

He probably ran in his sleep. Brook did, as feline, so it stood to reason that he would as her opposite.

"Brook!" More bangs, followed with thuds. "Brook! I know you’re in there!"

Her eyes snapped open.

"Brook! If you don’t open this door, I swear I’m gonna knock it down myself!"

Clive!

"Oh, no!" She spun around, fingers already reaching for her lover’s arm. "Wake up," she whispered, shaking him. "Kyle, you have to wake up."

"Whah?" His lids fluttered, and he rapid-blinked. "Brook?"

"We are in big trouble. You have to get up." She thrust into a sitting position, grabbing his arm and dragging him with her. "Please, Kyle."

"What’s going o—"

"Brook!" Clive roared again.

Kyle’s eyes widened. "Shit!" He dove from the bed, fingers folding around his boxers on the floor where they’d fallen. As he bent to feed them over his feet, the door rattled beneath more blows.

"Dammit, Brook, open the door!"

"Quickly." Brook’s attention flickered between Kyle and the relentless pounding. She knew Clive could enter any time he liked, knew only his respect for her father kept him from forcing the door from its hinges. "You have to hurry."

"What do you think I’m doing, River?"

"Brook," she hissed, though she couldn’t control the smile that crept in and widened at Kyle’s deep chuckle.

Rough denim slid over his hips, and he scooped up his shirt without bothering to secure any buttons on his jeans, leaving the trail of hair south of his navel exposed below his muscular, scarred torso. With his boots in his other hand, he strode back to the bed, the mattress dipping as he knelt before her.

Combing fingers into his wild red hair, Brook urged him closer, found his willing mouth with hers, and gave him a farewell that in no way compared to the one she had initially planned.

A deep crack signified the first splintering of wood, and she jerked backward. "Go!"

"Brook!"

Kyle turned toward the bedroom door with a growl rumbling deep in his chest. "And leave you with that?"

"Please." Brook’s pulse thrummed at the implication of his words. "He’ll not harm me—but he will hurt you if he finds you here."

Kyle’s brow lifted. "A cat?"

She scowled.

He raised his palms in mock surrender. "Just kidding. I’m going." He backed away from the bed to the window, opening it and sticking out his head.

No shouts rang out, no cries of outrage.

His head reappeared, hazel eyes finding Brook’s. "Call me when you can."

Before she could respond, he’d hooked a leg over the sill, followed by the other, and he thumped down below as the unmistakable smash of the front door seemed to shake the entire guesthouse.


~AUTHOR LINKS~
 

FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/pages/J-A-Belfield/102711583122115

GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4730698.J_A_Belfield

TWITTER: https://www.twitter.com/jabelfield / @JABelfield

AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/J.A.-Belfield/e/B0055EAPEC/

WEBSITE: http://www.jabelfield.com/

INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/jabelfield72

No comments:

Post a Comment