Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Cursed Vengeance: a paranormal romance

Cursed Vengeance
Pine Barren Wolves #1
by Brandy L Rivers & Rebecca Brooke
a Paranormal Romance

Sierra prefers to avoid the Pine Barrens—the folklore and myths always left her uneasy. Which only grows worse when she runs into a man, and her first instinct is to help. The stranger tests her patience before disappearing and she can’t shake the instant, shocking attraction. 

One chance meeting deep in the woods and Dylan is lost. The woman with red hair and blue eyes tempts his most primal nature to claim something he’s never wanted. As a male of his pack, destined to die on his thirty-fifth birthday, he does not want to claim anyone. Not unless they can find an answer to a fifty-year-old curse.

Sierra learns things aren’t always as they seem. Her brother and his best friend Dylan are werewolves with limited time and they believe she may be the key to breaking the curse. Dylan will do everything he can to convince her werewolves aren’t simply a nightmare lurking in the pines. They need her help to break the curse and save their pack.

But first, she has to accept a birthright she doesn’t believe in...



Silence filled the air between us. The hell I was about to cause Sierra ran through my mind. From the moment I saw her the night before, I knew something was different. While she was beautiful, with her deep blue eyes and lips that begged to be kissed, her looks weren’t the only thing calling me to her.

It went so much deeper than the fact her looks were enough to keep any man up at night. 

But that wasn’t what kept her in my thoughts. It was the way she didn’t take shit from me. Since the moment we met, whenever I gave her a hard time, she shoved it right back in my face. If her powers were coming to the surface, like Sean believed they were, she should be able to sense my wolf and the truth in what we’d been telling her. So why couldn’t she? What kept her seeing this all as one big joke on her?

A hand landed on my shoulder, breaking me out of my head. 

“For what it’s worth, if it weren’t for all of the other bullshit, I couldn’t ask for someone better for my sister.”

Those few words held a bit of comfort in a shitacular situation. There I was, sitting on the porch of my best friend, with my mate not twenty feet from me, yet it was all for nothing. Sierra might be destined for me, but that didn’t mean I’d use the connection and bring her even more heartache than necessary. 

“Thanks, man, I wish things were different.” I rested my elbows on my knees and dropped my head into my hands. 

“Maybe if we keep looking we’ll find something.”

For the last few years, we’d been trying to find the answer. At that point, I didn’t have confidence we’d ever find it. Sean lost more and more of his faith in his abilities every day. The end loomed closer and closer with each day that passed and there we were, stuck, watching it fly by. 

“What do we do now?”

He turned back toward the front door. 

“Right now, we go back in and make sure Sierra’s not too deep into the bottle of chocolate wine I bought her.”

“Chocolate wine?”

“Yeah, the shit is her favorite.” 

Standing up, I followed Sean to the door, only to have him stop in front of me, his eyes on the door. 

“I’ll leave it up to you, if and when you want to tell Sierra. As much as I want to save her from the heartache, I know there’s no way to keep it from her at this point,” Sean offered.

“I’m not sure if I should tell her. If I do, it won’t be
tonight.” I paused and waited for him to say something else. When he said nothing, I asked the next most pressing question. “What do we tell her about the rest of this?”

He looked back at me. “The truth. It’s about time she understood everything. I may not be around forever to guide her. If her powers are pushing out, I may need to unblock them, before they come out at the wrong time.”

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and walked back into the living room. Sierra sat curled up at one end of the couch, a wine glass in one hand, the bottle in the other, and a quarter empty bottle of Vanilla Rum sitting on the table. The wine glass was half-full with chocolate wine. There was a less than half of the wine left in the bottle.

“Hey, creeper,” her voice sing-songed. “I see you decided to stay.”
“Shit,” Sean sighed. “Too late.”

Looking down at my watch, I saw we’d been on the porch for about thirty minutes. She must have started drinking the minute we walked out the door. It shouldn’t have, but it annoyed the hell out of me that she’d drink instead of facing the reality of what we were telling her. “What the fuck?”

Sean grabbed my bicep. I hadn’t even realized I’d stormed closer to her. 

“Give her a break. She was giving the magic idea a chance, then we threw in furry monsters and curses. If you knew nothing about any of this, how much would you believe if all that was thrown at you at once?”

“Sean,” she snapped. “Stop talking about me as if I’m not in the room.”

“Then put down the bottle of wine and we can all talk like adults.”

“Fine.” She plunked the bottle down on the table hard enough I thought it might break and grabbed the rum. Twisting off the cap, she lifted the bottle to her lips, drinking down a few swallows. Well, I guess we figured out how the hell she ended up in this state.

“Sierra,” Sean groaned. “Knock that shit off.”

“Oh no. I don’t think so. Any conversation with you and your voodoo is going to include this bottle.” She held up the rum and placed it back on the table. “Or this one,” she said, picking up the wine and shaking it before pouring herself another glass.

“Whatever,” Sean grumbled. “Maybe this will make it easier to introduce her to everything. She’ll be more accepting of it.” 

Sean took a seat in the chair across from Sierra, leaving me next to her on the couch. Why in all holy hell he put me next to his sister after our conversation on the porch, was completely beyond me. 

“Sierra, did you eat anything?” Sean asked.

“Nope,” she answered, popping the ‘p.’

Oh damn, the conversation didn’t have a chance in hell of going well.

“You’re going to regret it in the morning, but that’s your problem. No whining at me when you feel like shit,” Sean said, no pity in his tone. 

Rolling her eyes, she took a long sip from her glass, watching her brother over the rim.

“Sierra, we need to talk about you being a witch. Hell, I’m pretty sure you still have your powers, something I didn’t expect.”

She laughed. Not an uncomfortable one of disbelief, more of a belly laugh that said she thought this was one big joke. “Does that mean I’ll be able to cast spells with a little wiggle of my nose?”

While her joke might have been funny under other circumstances, we didn’t have time for her games. 

Sean rubbed his thumb and forefinger over his eyes and the bridge of his nose. “Don’t be ridiculous. You recognized the books on my shelf. Somewhere deep down you can feel your power if you try.”

Sierra sat silently for a moment. “Okay, say I’m willing to go along with the magic side of things, why are you trying to drag me into it?”

“Because you need to know and we need your help.”

Her eyes rounded, her pupils dilated. “How could believing your story about being a witch help you?”

Lifting the glass, more of the wine went down and I had to clench my fists in my lap to keep from grabbing the bottle and slamming it against the wall. I groaned. “We told you before, there is a curse on our pack.”

“Oh, that’s right.” She giggled. “You both think you’re werewolves. Next you’re going to tell me one of you is the Jersey Devil.”

“Jesus, Sierra. Don’t be fucking ridiculous,” Sean said, exasperated. 

Her attitude sober was hot and sexy. Drunk it was not cute at all and made me want to shake some sense into her. “What the hell? Is she serious?” I snapped.

Sierra giggled. “Why not a Jersey Devil? We’re in the right place for crazy shit.”

“The Jersey Devil isn’t from anywhere around here,” Sean argued.

Her eyes darted back and forth between us, until she landed on me. “And let me guess, it’s you?” she asked, pointing right at me.

That was it! Hopping to my feet, I pulled my clothes off. 

One brow arched as her eyes trailed over my body, then her mouth popped open with a gasp. “What on Earth are you doing?”

“Proving we’re werewolves.” Normally I wouldn’t consider changing in front of a human, but this was an extreme case.

My bones and muscles reshaped themselves, as I felt fur flow down my body.

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