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The Wolf Who Played With Fire - Cry Wolf #2
Sarah Mäkelä

Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Kissa Press LLC
Date of Publication: June 17, 2014

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Book Description:

Some magic can’t be unspun…

Meddling in magic…
If Mia Brooks could turn back time, it would be to when she used her fledgling magic to craft a potion for an injured werewolf. It nearly killed the Pack Alpha, and now the lives of her witch mentor, Jessa, and her soldier boyfriend, Ethan Parker, have been changed forever. Jessa is in hospital after a vicious werewolf attack. And, Ethan, having being bitten, is becoming a werewolf himself.

A wolf at the door…
Mia can’t turn back time, but she can try to make things right with the two people she cares about most. She’s keeping Jessa’s shop, Eternally Magick, open, and she’s there for Ethan as his inner wolf grows. But, by the next full moon, his transformation will be complete. Can she really be the mate of a half-man-half-wolf, living within the law of the Pack?

Under his spell…
Struggling to contain his new lupine senses, Ethan goes missing on active duty. When Mia realizes her werewolf lover has been abducted, she knows must harness every magic power she possesses to get him safely back…

Excerpt:

Water slid over my body, and I lifted my face to the warm spray. Delicious soreness ached in my muscles as I reached for the shampoo. Crashing at Ethan's house was dangerous, but the romantic rendezvous we'd shared had taken me to new heights of pleasure.

However, not all good things last forever.

My brother, Nolan, lived with Ethan, keeping an eye on the place while Ethan was deployed with the Army. Neither of us knew exactly when Nolan would arrive home from spending the weekend with his girlfriend, but he had work in a few hours. The chances of him swinging by were high. That meant I needed to leave as soon as possible.

Part of me hoped I could slink away before Ethan woke up, but it was only a matter of time before he stirred. The fact he hadn't yet indicated to me just how ‘active' we'd been last night, since not only was Ethan a trained soldier, but now he was becoming more and more of a werewolf. That last part scared me.

I leaned my forehead against the white tiled wall. Regret squeezed my heart like a vise. It would be so easy to blame Jessa, my friend and mentor, for pushing me into the werewolf debacle, and even easier to torment myself for having used wolf's bane. If I'd gone with the common method of crafting the salve instead of making my own potent blend, then this would not have happened.

Those thoughts led to madness. I balled my hands into fists. Neither Jessa nor I could've known what was going on.

The supernatural world was one of magic and potions. Witches were real since I was one. Werewolves, on the other hand, were beasts of legend, not fact. That shocking revelation brought fear and pain crashing through my door and harmed those I cared about.

Both Ethan's and Jessa's lives were changed forever, because I couldn't protect either of them from the werewolf's attacks. The ramifications of my failure were incomprehensible, especially for Ethan.

Releasing a sigh, I focused on the bar of soap and reached within myself for my magic. Jessa made telekinesis appear so effortless. If I'd learned one thing recently, it was that I kept myself locked away, hoping others wouldn't burn me at the stake. Being powerless wouldn't help those I cared about, or me, when the time came to protect them.

Fear and atrophy shriveled my magical muscles. While I still wasn't convinced about using my power, especially not as openly as Jessa did, I refused to wait for the next disaster to hit before I acted. Something deep inside me knew we weren't out of the woods yet.

No matter how hard I concentrated, the soap remained rooted in place. Ugh.

How could I measure up as a witch if I couldn't even accomplish the basics? If my grandmother were here, life would be much easier. Instead, she rested in her grave.

The bathroom door creaked open and my heart leapt into my throat. Panic pushed me to remain small and silent, even though the spraying warm water gave away my presence. If Nolan was home before work, I would be screwed.

My brain scrambled for excuses about why I was here, much less why I was taking a shower.

The mugging wouldn't work anymore. Things had mostly gone back to normal. I spent more time at home whipping up potions for Jessa's new age shop, Eternally Magick.

With Jessa in the hospital, she couldn't run the shop, and I needed to help. What family she had was several states away, and they couldn't or wouldn't take time from their lives to assist her.

Besides, Ethan and I didn't need to be as careful about Nolan coming around to my place. He rarely swung by these days, and when he did, he usually called first.

“Mia? Everything okay in there?” Ethan nudged back the shower curtain, tension tight in his naked shoulders.

Air whooshed from my lungs in a rush and my shoulders slumped forward in relief. “You scared me.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I felt a lot of energy buzzing in here. Just wanted to make sure you're okay.” He let go of the curtain, and it fell back into place. The slightest twinge of sadness nibbled at me, but this was for the best. If he got in the shower with me, I might never leave.

THE WOLF WHO PLAYED WITH FIRE Excerpt #2

Hi everyone! If you've missed it, I've been posting snippets of my upcoming release (June 22nd), The Wolf Who Played With Fire, on Facebook each day. I'm putting them here in case anyone wants to catch up on anything they missed. I'd love to know what you guys think! :-)

Excerpt Two (Still in Mia's POV)

“It’s okay. I was just—” Wait. Would telling him the truth about my attempt at telekinesis be a good idea? He might laugh. “I got caught up in my thoughts. I have to be at Eternally Magick in an hour, and I’ll probably stop by the hospital later to talk to Jessa. I won’t be home until late.”

Ethan had attended a couple Pack meetings in the past few weeks, but I’d never asked for more details. If he wanted to share what he’d learned, he would tell me. However, I couldn’t wait around forever, I needed to know... “Do you know anything about the werewolf who attacked us and nearly killed Jessa?”

A long pause swept through the bathroom, and for a moment, I didn’t think he’d answer.

“His name is Jared Grant.” Ethan’s voice was close as if he stood inches from the white and blue shower curtain, hovering just out of sight. “He was the Pack’s second in command. The role changed to the Alpha’s son, Chad, who has been sticking true to his word. He’s helping the Pack come onboard with the idea of me joining them.” He let out a sharp hissing sigh. “A few of the members weren’t sure I should live, since it’s against the Alpha’s wishes for new wolves to be made. Chad convinced his father I would make a good addition.”

Strength drained from my body. I had no idea they would’ve killed him. “God, Ethan.” I braced myself against the tiled wall, uncertain if my legs would hold under the weight of that revelation. “You should’ve talked to me. H-how could I have helped to stop them if they’d tried to... kill you?” Nausea bubbled within my stomach and I wrapped an arm under my breasts, cradling my belly. An urge to puke lingered at the back of my throat.

The shower curtain jerked open, and Ethan leveled his gaze at me.

My heart skipped a beat and my foot slid on the wet tub. I tumbled forward, the fall happening in eerily slow motion.

Ethan caught me and pulled me against his solid chest. “Careful.” He kept a steady grip on me as I regained my shaky balance. “There are dozens of werewolves in the Pack. How do you expect to cause much damage?”

His words stung. Even though I wanted to be defensive and lash out, he was right.

While I tried to convince myself I was some badass witch capable of raining down chaos on the werewolves, that wasn’t me. They would squish me like a bug under their feet, especially since wolves worked together.

I pushed past Ethan and grabbed a towel. Standing naked before him had lost its appeal. Maybe if I hadn’t tried telekinesis and gotten so emotional, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.

“Come on, babe. Don’t pull away.” He grabbed my hips, turning me around to face him. “I don’t want you to get hurt, okay? Not after the close call in the parking garage. Plus, your friend is in the hospital because of a werewolf. I don’t trust the Pack, and they don’t trust you after you nearly killed their Alpha.”

A shiver chased across my spine that was only partly due to the air’s coolness. “I don’t want you hurt either,” I said, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I’m willing to risk my safety for yours.”

The gentle touch of his warm hands shifted, and his fingers bit into my skin. “Mia, I can take care of myself. It’s you I’m worried about.”

Through the heat of his words, a sting of power and desire set me alight. The sensation dimly reminded me of what I’d felt when Mr. Sexy...er…Jared...had touched me in Jessa’s shop.

Planting my palms on Ethan’s chest, I refused to let those memories take hold of me, except the feel of my palms on his hard chest melted my insides and made me pliant and willing. My body wanted Ethan more than it wanted its next breath.

Ethan stared into my eyes transfixed. He bent for a kiss, and any desire I had to keep my distance evaporated as our lips met. Lust crashed through me, and my only need was to be intimate with him. Within seconds, he propped me on the bathroom counter. His hands slid down to my knees before he made his way back toward my naked thighs.

Passion warmed me, taking away any chill I’d felt, and I parted my legs, anxious to be one with him. “Ethan, I want you inside me.”

Whatever negativity from the argument vanished like waking from a bad dream. The only importance now was getting his boxers down and rolling a condom on him. Did he have any in here? Because I didn’t know if I could wait until we reached his room.

He parted my towel and tugged me closer. My backside dangled rather precariously over the counter’s edge, but he wouldn’t let me fall. Despite, or maybe because of, all we’d been through, I trusted him. He looked out for both our relationship and for me.

Wetness formed between my legs at the fierce hunger in the way he claimed my mouth. His tongue speared me, brushing along mine with a need to possess. He slid his hand between my legs, teasingly trailing it over my lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he gripped my hips, lifting me into his arms. Apparently, we were headed to the bedroom. The press of his hot erection between my thighs as he adjusted my position sent heat through me like a wildfire.

For a moment, I didn’t care we had responsibilities outside of these four walls. If he asked me to spend the day with him in bed, I would do it.

Ethan strode toward the door with the towel forgotten on the bathroom counter. As we approached the exit, he sucked in a breath and froze.

Loud banging on the bathroom door nearly made me scream, but I slapped a hand over my mouth. If it wasn’t for Ethan’s warning, I might have blown it.

He set me to my feet then blocked the door with his muscular frame. The muscles in his back twitched with barely contained aggression.

“I have to use the restroom, man.” Nolan knocked again, a little more impatient this time. “Showers can be a luxury when deployed, but come on. I have to leave for work soon.” Humor was evident in his voice, but their relationship wasn’t as strong as it had been. Was I the cause of their problems?

“Sure, just a moment,” Ethan said. He ducked his head under the shower’s spray that both of us had ignored in our burning lust then shut off the water. He wrapped my towel around me, motioning toward the shower.

Cover Reveal for THE WOLF WHO PLAYED WITH FIRE

Title: The Wolf Who Played with Fire (Cry Wolf #2)
Author: Sarah Mäkelä
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance 18+
Publication Date: June 20, 2014
Publisher: Kissa Press, LLC
Cover Designer: Kim Killion
Event Organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.

Synopsis

Some magic can’t be unspun…

Meddling in magic…
If Mia Brooks could turn back time, it would be to when she used her fledgling magic to craft a potion for an injured werewolf. It nearly killed the Pack Alpha, and now the lives of her witch mentor, Jessa, and her soldier boyfriend, Ethan Parker, have been changed forever. Jessa is in hospital after a vicious werewolf attack. And, Ethan, having being bitten, is becoming a werewolf himself.

A wolf at the door…
Mia can’t turn back time, but she can try to make things right with the two people she cares about most. She’s keeping Jessa’s shop, Eternally Magick, open, and she’s there for Ethan as his inner wolf grows. But, by the next full moon, his transformation will be complete. Can she really be the mate of a half-man-half-wolf, living within the law of the Pack?

Under his spell…
Struggling to contain his new lupine senses, Ethan goes missing on active duty. When Mia realizes her werewolf lover has been abducted, she knows must harness every magic power she possesses to get him safely back…


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About the Author

Sarah Mäkelä loves her fiction dark, magical, and passionate. She is a paranormal romance author, but she's written all over the romance spectrum with cyberpunk, sci-fi, fantasy, urban fantasy... even a sweet contemporary romance!

A life-long paranormal fan, she still sleeps with a night light. In her spare time, she reads sexy books, watches scary movies and Ghost Adventures, and plays computer games with her husband. When she gets the chance, she loves traveling the world too.

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THE WOLF WHO PLAYED WITH FIRE Excerpt #1

Hi everyone! If you've missed it, I've been posting snippets of my upcoming release (June 22nd), The Wolf Who Played With Fire, on Facebook each day. I'm putting it here in case anyone wanted to catch up on anything they missed. I'd love to know what you guys think! :-)

Chapter One

Mia

Water slid over my body, and I lifted my face to the warm spray. Delicious soreness ached in my muscles as I reached for the shampoo. Crashing at Ethan’s house was dangerous, but the romantic rendezvous we’d shared had taken me to new heights of pleasure.

However, not all good things last forever.

My brother, Nolan, lived with Ethan, keeping an eye on the place while Ethan was deployed with the Army. Neither of us knew exactly when Nolan would arrive home from spending the weekend with his girlfriend, but he had work in a few hours. The chances of him swinging by were high. That meant I needed to leave as soon as possible.

Part of me hoped I could slink away before Ethan woke up, but it was only a matter of time before he stirred. The fact he hadn’t yet indicated to me just how ‘active’ we’d been last night, since not only was Ethan a trained soldier, but now he was becoming more and more of a werewolf. That last part scared me.

I leaned my forehead against the white tiled wall. Regret squeezed my heart like a vise. It would be so easy to blame Jessa, my friend and mentor, for pushing me into the werewolf debacle, and even easier to torment myself for having used wolf’s bane. If I’d gone with the common method of crafting the salve instead of making my own potent blend, then this would not have happened.

Those thoughts led to madness. I balled my hands into fists. Neither Jessa nor I could’ve known what was going on.

The supernatural world was one of magic and potions. Witches were real since I was one. Werewolves, on the other hand, were beasts of legend, not fact. That shocking revelation brought fear and pain crashing through my door and harmed those I cared about.

Both Ethan’s and Jessa’s lives were changed forever, because I couldn’t protect either of them from the werewolf’s attacks. The ramifications of my failure were incomprehensible, especially for Ethan.

Releasing a sigh, I focused on the bar of soap and reached within myself for my magic. Jessa made telekinesis appear so effortless. If I’d learned one thing recently, it was that I kept myself locked away, hoping others wouldn’t burn me at the stake. Being powerless wouldn’t help those I cared about, or me, when the time came to protect them.

Fear and atrophy shriveled my magical muscles. While I still wasn’t convinced about using my power, especially not as openly as Jessa did, I refused to wait for the next disaster to hit before I acted. Something deep inside me knew we weren’t out of the woods yet.

No matter how hard I concentrated, the soap remained rooted in place. Ugh.

How could I measure up as a witch if I couldn’t even accomplish the basics? If my grandmother were here, life would be much easier. Instead, she rested in her grave.

The bathroom door creaked open and my heart leapt into my throat. Panic pushed me to remain small and silent, even though the spraying warm water gave away my presence. If Nolan was home before work, I would be screwed.

My brain scrambled for excuses about why I was here, much less why I was taking a shower.

The mugging wouldn’t work anymore. Things had mostly gone back to normal. I spent more time at home whipping up potions for Jessa’s new age shop, Eternally Magick.

With Jessa in the hospital, she couldn’t run the shop, and I needed to help. What family she had was several states away, and they couldn’t or wouldn’t take time from their lives to assist her.

Besides, Ethan and I didn’t need to be as careful about Nolan coming around to my place. He rarely swung by these days, and when he did, he usually called first.

“Mia? Everything okay in there?” Ethan nudged back the shower curtain, tension tight in his naked shoulders.

Air whooshed from my lungs in a rush and my shoulders slumped forward in relief. “You scared me.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I felt a lot of energy buzzing in here. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He let go of the curtain, and it fell back into place. The slightest twinge of sadness nibbled at me, but this was for the best. If he got in the shower with me, I might never leave.

Covergasm Blog Giveaway Hop! (June 6-13th)

Thanks for stopping by for the Covergasm Giveaway Hop! I've definitely been blessed with some awesome covers. While I know that we're not supposed to 'judge a book by it's cover,' covers are often what draw me to a book in the first place. Here are a couple of my covers, and come back on June 9th to see my very latest cover from the Cry Wolf series, which I think is absolutely gorgeous!

Here are the first two books from the Cry Wolf series, The Witch Who Cried Wolf and Cold Moon Rising. The third installment, The Wolf Who Played With Fire, releases June 22nd.

There's so much that I love about The Witch Who Cried Wolf and Cold Moon Rising. These covers that it's hard to pin everything down. The couples on them are perfect and match who I view them in my head, the wolves tie in the fact they are shapeshifter books, and the colors and style make them complementary to one another so you can tell they're a part of a series. Sometimes you don't really get that from covers in a series.

If I were to choose covers that have nothing to do with my writing, I'd say I really like the Monsters in the Dark covers from Pepper Winters, which include Tears of Tess, Quintessentially Q, and Twisted Together. I've only read the first book so far, but I'm looking forward to reading the second and final ones as soon as I get a chance!

Your turn! Which book covers give you a covergasm? Make sure to enter my contest below for your chance to win an ebook from my backlist!

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