Guest: Siobhan Kinkade

Hello, world!
Nice to meet you all!  My name is Siobhan Kinkade, and I’m here today on Sam’s blog for some shameless self-promotion.  My next book, She-Wolf is set to release Thursday, September 29th, through Sugar & Spice Press, and will be available through the SSP Website, Amazon’s Kindle Store, All Romance eBooks, and various other eBook retailers..  Have a look below at the cover and excerpt, and enjoy the show!
Oh, yeah…everyone can find me in various places, such as Facebook, Twitter, and My Blog.

The Blurb:

It is almost the full moon, and werewolf Mira Winterborn is feeling restless. Research has failed her, and she is convinced that no matter what happens, there is no way to stop the change. But when her best friend invites her out for a late night on the town, she finds herself drawn to the bad-boy in the corner as a likely candidate for a final experiment. Unfortunately, he’s there to kill her.
Rune Morwyn is a hunter, working to repay a blood debt. Mira is to be his last mark, but she makes him a bizarre offer that seems too good to be true. Is the wild attraction between them enough to upset her curse, and what will happen if he lets his normally guarded heart go?

The Excerpt:

Mira had never seen the bar packed quite so tightly before. Their normally deserted hole-in-the-wall was hopping. Maybe the full moon was affecting more than just her tonight? Not likely, but she let herself believe it anyway to quell the frustration rising in her chest.
As soon as they were through the ID check, Tempest was gone into the crowd with little more than a peck on the cheek and a backward wave, leaving Mira standing in the doorway alone. The deep throb of industrial music filled her ears and her body, its heavy melody thumping all the way to her center. She had learned from experience that it was useless to try and fight the rhythmic bump of the drum machines. The beat took hold and she found herself swaying under its control, feeling the effects of her surroundings begin rip away her inhibitions and her anger.
Maybe Tempest was right…maybe Mira could find someone to take home. Even if the attraction wasn’t strong enough to stop the change, or if he wasn’t into the whole ritual sex-while-asking-the-cosmos-for-favors thing, at least she could have a little fun, scratch the itch building in her belly, and distract herself for a while.
Yeah…and frogs fell from the sky daily.
As Mira passed, the men around her turned to watch her, sizing her up with obvious appreciation as she slipped and slid against their sides and around other men and women. She watched them with equal interest, making determinations based on her gut instincts as she passed.
Too young…too old…too much hair…too fragile…BINGO.
She spotted him at the back of the building, close to the DJ’s pedestal. He leaned against the wall, a beer in hand. He looked like he was at the extreme edge of boredom as he turned that disinterested gaze toward her. The second their gazes connected, she felt the effect of his presence lash through her body. A shiver of delight wormed its way down her spine and seated firmly in her belly, sprouting tendrils of warmth that twisted around her insides and drew her forward.
He seemed to feel it too. The look of boredom disappeared from his face, replaced by an odd mixture of tension and amusement. He abandoned his station and his drink, and started toward her. The look on his face was feral; he appeared almost as wild as she felt.
Another were?
Not likely. She sniffed at the air and picked up no trace of her kind in the building. He had to be human, or she’d have known it already.
As he neared her, she realized how big he was…tall, broad-shouldered, with formfitting leather pants and a tight, black T-shirt that showcased a well-defined body, perfect for clinging to. Deep-set, silver gray eyes held her gaze with laserlike precision and shoulder-length black hair to match her own framed his face in a messy, I’m-a-man-and-I-don’t-care shag.
So this is animal magnetism, she thought as they met without a word and fell into step with the music. He did not ask her name, and she didn’t offer it, content only to be here with him in this moment, moving together in a time-old mating ritual. He towered over her; she was of average height, but the top of her head scarcely came up to his shoulder. The smell of aftershave curled around her, the familiar, sexy smell pinging against her senses and upping her pulse considerably. She wanted to reach up and draw her fingers across his jaw to test the give in those sinfully crafted lips. Mira couldn’t take her eyes off of him, and delighted in the fact that he seemed inclined to watch her as well. A dark, wicked smile curled his lips as he stared down at her.

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