THE WHITE WOLF'S WRATH Blog Tour
Title: The White Wolf's Wrath
Series: Dragon Fire and Druids, #1
Genre: Romantasy
Release Date: September 26, 2024
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: BookSmith Design
Amazon: readerlinks.com/l/4152266
All links: books2read.com/dragonfireanddruids1
Step into a world where betrayal cuts deeper than a knife, and vengeance burns hotter than wildfire.
My life took a sharp turn when the White Wolf unleashed his fury upon my family's once-glorious estate, shattering everything I held dear.
But from the rubble, I emerged with a fierce determination. Disguised as a humble servant in the Wolf's inner circle, I tread carefully, balancing on the edge of survival and discovery.
In my quest for payback, I unearth truths that rock my world. The man I swore to hate reveals surprising depths, stirring emotions I never thought possible. Caught between seeking revenge and a budding attraction, I'm trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting feelings.
With the help of the mysterious Amergin, I navigate the dangerous territory of enemies and secrets. War looms on the horizon, and betrayal lurks in every shadow. I must summon all my courage to follow my heart's uncertain path in this turbulent journey of love and revenge.
The White Wolf’s Wrath is the first book in the scorching-hot Dragon Fire and Druids romantasy series.
Despite myself, my heart beat a little faster at the intimacy of his touch. Now that he wasn't threatening me, it felt like a caress. There was a possessiveness behind his hold.
Those blue eyes were clear, cold, and fathomless like the winter sky. His nose was straight and slender, with no sign of a break despite his profession, and the freckles that radiated out to his high-tanned cheekbones looked more boyish this close.
His fair hair was braided back loosely today, adding to the boyishness I now saw. But his full beard, cropped close, was stained a strawberry color, slightly darker than the hair on his head. And his smile. Full lips framed a row of straight white teeth, his elongated canines enhancing his wolfish appearance.
I blinked and swallowed momentarily, partly because of my reaction to him and partly because of embarrassment. Then again, it was his response to me.
He stood there, one hand on my throat, for much longer than necessary. His eyes continued to scan my face for what I wasn't sure—maybe waiting for me to look away, giving my submission. We would be here forever if that were his goal.
It wasn't until the men could be heard coming from the cellar that he stepped away. The hand around my throat moved up to cup my cheek, where he patted it before sending me a little smile as if to dare me to disobey him.
Despite myself, I smiled back.
Shea was born and raised in New Jersey in an Irish and Italian family. She usually sits with a book in her hands and two more in her bag for backup. Pursuing education and psychology in college, she always wanted to make a difference in the world. A lifelong learner and travel enthusiast, she combined her passions in her writing, where fantasy, history, and romance abound. Her writing highlights mental health topics in a relatable way, where the underdog never fails to surprise, usually with a handsome man or two, sarcasm, and folklore. She resides with her husband and children, writing her love story daily.
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