Whoops... So with everything going on in my life, I may have forgotten to announce the winner of Liam. The winner is Shorty Chelle.

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LIAM - Book 1 in The Atherton Pack will hit the shelves again on the 19th July 2014PLEASE NOTE: There are no additions to this story. The only changes were minor editing.

BLURB:

After a long night at work, all pastry chef Declan Morgan wants to do is have a run before he heads home to bed. His peaceful lope through the forest turns into a nightmare when he witnesses his Alpha kill a pack member in cold blood. Now Declan is on the run from the very people that should be protecting him.

Liam Anderson has never minded all the travel that comes with his position as a Beta to the Pennaeth Alpha. He's used the time to search far and wide for his mate. He never expected to find the man naked and scared on his back porch.

Liam's overjoyed at finally finding the one man fated for him, now if only he can get Declan to open up and trust him with the secrets he carries.



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EXCERPT:

Another week passed with Saturday night arriving as it invariably did, and Declan Morgan once again found himself alone. Sometimes the fact he had no friends really bothered him. He had a younger brother, Tommy, and they were close, but the ten-year age difference naturally kept some distance between them. Declan didn't really want to hang out with his little brother all the time. They were members of the Cairns pack, but neither of them had made many friends.

Tommy had really connected with two guys his own age. Declan, however, hadn't managed to hit it off with a single person. Declan never felt very comfortable around other people. He always worried he would say something stupid and end up embarrassing himself, so most of the time he didn't say anything at all and just kept to himself. Being a pastry chef wasn't conducive to gaining friends. Declan woke up at four most mornings and crawled back into bed by no later than nine at night.

Since their parents' deaths a couple of years ago, Declan had watched over Tommy. They had packed up their lives last year and moved to Cairns, Queensland. Coming from the sweltering heat of central Australia, it seemed the perfect place. Declan hadn't really wanted to move halfway across the country, but he had to go where he could find work.

Now he just had to stick it out at his current job for another year or so, until he'd saved up enough cash to open his own bakery. As much as he loved what he did for a living, he didn't really enjoy the job he had at the moment. It was much too commercial for his liking. He didn't want anything huge, just a small little bakery, and he thought with Cairns' large tourist population, it would suit his needs. Declan had started to count down the days until he could realise the dream he'd had since he'd been a little boy.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Declan dialled his brother.

"'ello." The voice of his younger brother came through the phone.

"Hey, bro."

"Dec, where are you, man? I expected you home hours ago." Tommy sounded worried, and Declan really hadn't wanted that.

"Sorry, Tommy, got caught up at work. They had two staff call in sick, and I had to stay back to make sure everything got done. I'm just out at the pack grounds. I need a run. I should be home in about an hour," Declan told his brother.

"Okay, no worries. Chase, Jackson, and I will save you some pizza."

"Hah."

"Yeah, like there's going to be any left when you get through with it," Declan heard Chase say clearly through the phone line due to his enhanced hearing.

Declan laughed. His brother's friends were right; the way those boys ate food, it would be a miracle if any survived for him.

"Don't stress about it, Tommy, I can get my own food. Enjoy your evening with the guys and I'll see you soon."

"Will do. Later." Tommy hung up the phone. Declan checked to make sure the call had been disconnected, then stored his phone and his wallet in the glove compartment of his car before getting out.

Sighing, Declan glanced around, making sure no one could see him, and then he stripped his clothes and stashed them on the passenger seat. It had been forever since he'd had an opportunity to change and let his wolf run free. Yes, he and Tommy had joined the local pack, but Declan really didn't like the Alpha. The man really epitomized the word sleaze, with a capital S. Declan had yet to attend a meeting where the Alpha hadn't been leering at or trying—unsuccessfully most times—to get into the pants of most of the pack members. He didn't seem to care what gender they were or if they were already in a relationship. After the Alpha's first attempt at Declan, which he shot down, he did his best to avoid pack meetings.

He shivered in the cold night air before taking a deep breath; Declan relaxed his body and let the change come over him. Once complete, Declan shook his entire body, from snout to the tip of his tail. God it feels good to once again be on all fours. Lifting his muzzle slightly, he sniffed the air. Catching the scent of a nice juicy rabbit in the distance, Declan took off through the trees.

He'd been running for maybe twenty minutes when he finally got sick of playing with his food and pounced. He didn't always hunt and eat when in his wolf form, but it had been a while, and he could feel his wolf getting antsy. Hunting always calmed his other half down.

Happily chomping down his small feast, it took Declan a minute to realise what the sounds were that drifted through the trees. Taking one last bite, Declan cautiously got up from where he had been lying on the ground and slowly made his way towards the angry voices.

Step after careful step, Declan didn't want to make any noise and alert whoever to his presence. Crouching down low behind a shrub, Declan could see through into a clearing on the other side. He had thought he would be alone out here, not only because it was a Saturday night and people usually had something better to do, but also because he hadn't seen any other vehicles in the car park. There were two lots and he hadn't bothered to drive around to the other one because it surrounded the entrance all the way on the other side of the pack lands.

The angry voice of his Alpha brought his attention back to the group of men in the middle of the clearing.

I'm not sure if you're aware or not, but I have a new release out tomorrow. Okay, technically, Forbidden Mate is a re release, but I figured seeing as how the story has more than doubled in size (35k to 81k) I can get away with saying a new release. :)

Forbidden Mate is book four in my Holland Brothers series and will be available at Amazon, B&N & Smashwords. (What time depends on how long the distributors take to process.) It is currently available for Pre-order from both ARe & iBooks


BLURB:
Finding his mate should have been Patrick Holland's greatest day, instead it turned into a nightmare with one phone call. His mate didn't want him. His heart broke, but at sixteen he was too young to do anything. The next ten years—ten long years— of Patrick's life are spent at odds with his mate. Split by forces he can't comprehend and a long line of misunderstandings, Patrick doubts he'll ever get the man he's both loved and hated.

Jake Richmond never expected to come home from Uni to find the youngest Holland brother was his mate. Knowing the news might uplift his still grieving father, Jake shares the news only to have his young mate threatened. Jake does the only thing he can think of, protect Patrick. The next ten years are nothing but torture for Jake as he watches his mate grow into a remarkable young man.
They say time heals all wounds, but how much time?

EXCERPT:

Rick watched as his mate once again walked away from him—well, this time he was just shy of running. He lifted his hand to his cheek; the skin still tingled from where Jake had caressed him. Sighing loudly, Rick turned and walked back into the house to join the rest of his family.

His wolf still yearned for his mate, even after all this time. Patrick wished Jake would just pick a side and stay there. He was so confused about the tender caresses, and how Jake had taken care of him at the bar and gotten him home showed Rick that Jake cared about him. Then the man pulled something like he just did and runs away, adding to Rick's confusion. It hadn't escaped Rick's notice how Jake had been looking at him recently as well. He just didn't know what it all meant.

None of Jake's confusing behaviour stopped Rick from wanting his mate. Even when Rick had admitted to hating the man, he'd still wanted him. The small glimpses of Jake's body he had seen over the years at the pack gatherings fuelled his private time. His wolf didn't understand why his mate had rejected him, and Rick was forced to keep a tight rein on it so he didn't shift and claim what was his whenever they were in the same room together.

Walking into the house, Rick couldn't stand the thought of going back into the lounge room with all the happy couples. Especially as he knew that would never be him. He knew who his mate was and they would never have the chance to sit cuddled up on a lazy Sunday afternoon watching football or get caught making out by his brothers when they came home from work.

Rick made his way to the kitchen. He wanted a drink and needed some peace so he could think. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, Rick headed outside and sat on the back steps leading from the porch to the garden. He knew he'd promised Alex he'd cut down, and he would. One beer wasn't going to kill him, though, and Alex had said he could drink at home. A cool breeze blew his hair and he lifted the bottle to his lips. Drinking half the bottle in one go, Rick agonised over what he was going to do.

Should he find someone else and try to be happy? Even as much as Jake had hurt him over the last ten years, Rick knew, without a doubt, he would never love another man. The thought of letting someone who wasn't Jake touch him sent shivers of revulsion down his spine, which had only been reinforced by Rick's recent failures at trying to move on. Thinking of the reason behind why he would be in close contact with his mate for nearly the next week, Rick tried to imagine himself swollen with child. The only image that conjured in his mind was with Jake as their other father. That wasn't about to happen, so it looked like Rick's life was shaping up to be a lonely one.

Rick was so lost in his thoughts he didn't hear the back door open and was startled when Brian came and sat down beside him holding a glass of water.

"Hey," Brian said quietly.

"Hey, yourself."

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry," Brian said quietly.

Confused, Rick looked at his brother-in-law. "What in the world do you have to be sorry about?"

Brian smiled slightly at him, then lowered his voice further. "I'm sorry Alex is making you go on this trip with your mate."

Rick sucked in his breath and jumped back, never once taking his eyes off the man next to him. His heart hammered away in his chest. How did Brian know? Rick hadn't told a soul, and he didn't think Jake would have either, seeing how he didn't want him.

Thinking fast, Rick did the only thing he could think of. He wasn't strong enough to outright deny the truth, his damn wolf had sparked a wriggle of hope in him because of Jake’s odd behaviour recently, so he did the next best thing. "I don't know what you're talking about. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine and you know exactly what I'm talking about. I don't know why he hasn't claimed you, but I'm willing to bet everything I own that Jake is your mate."