Hi,
everyone.
Thank
you to JC Wallace for hosting me here today! This is the first stop on my blog
tour to celebrate the upcoming release of Captive Mates, Whithowe Forest Pack
#5, so I am excited to be here and get things going. Captive Mates will be released
on the 6th July from Bookstrand, but is up on pre-order right now!
So,
the questions below were some of the ones on a massive list I found on the
internet. I asked on my Facebook page for random numbers and (after a huge
amount of people gave me way more numbers than I was expecting) these were the
corresponding questions from that list.
Not
forgetting the giveaway! Find the word of the day in this post and then head
over to my blog (Wordpress link below). On the Captive Mates Blog Tour post, where
all the sites I will be visiting are listed, there is a Rafflecopter link in
blue right at the end of the post. Click on that and do as it says. There are
several ways to enter (some of which can be done daily) and great prizes,
including Amazon gift cards and e-books.
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What’s been the worst decision you’ve made in your life so far?
Probably to let a
friend set me up with one particular ex of mine. I fell for him hook, line, and
sinker and he ripped me apart. Do I regret it? Kind of a lot. Would I change
it? No. Because everything I have been through has lead me to where I am now.
What’s your favourite fast food chain?
McDonalds… I have
a bit of a thing for their breakfast wraps at the moment.
What’s your favourite job beginning with the letter T?
*goes to google
jobs that start with a T* *is slightly startled to see ‘terrorist’ as a
possible option* Ohh, tattooist! Definitely.
Have you ever been admitted to hospital?
Yes. The last time
was when I had my son and he is now thirteen. There have been a couple of other
occasions, but not for a long time.
What’s your favourite tv program?
There are way too
many to choose from. Can I pick a genre instead? I love sci-fi and/or
paranormal based shows like Supernatural, Grimm, and Teen Wolf. It has NOTHING
to do with the level of attractiveness of the actors, I swear. Nothing. At.
All.
If you could go back in time to change one thing, what would it be?
I wouldn’t change
anything. Because if I could change one thing, how could I choose? There are so
many things I would want to change and that could make my life (which I am
happy with) something completely different. What I would like to do is go back
and meet some people, or have a last conversation with them, before they died.
What’s
the word of the day?
Transform.
You can find me
through any of the links below. If friending me on Facebook and we do not have
many friends or visible interests in common, please send me a private message
referencing this blog tour.
you for
having me!
Violet. X
Blurb:
When lion-shifter Isaac Anderson goes to
help panther-shifters Ari Jones and Keiron Haller, not only does he get
captured and imprisoned alongside them, but he also finds out something he
never expected—he’s their third mate.
Keiron’s under pressure to mate elsewhere,
Ari’s being beaten to force Keiron’s hand, and Isaac feels like he is
floundering. The three unclaimed mates need to hold on long enough for rescue,
in the form of Isaac’s pack, to arrive.
Even after they escape, danger follows and
they have to fight to hold onto each other through that, memories of past
trauma, and the effects of Keiron’s mysterious origins.
The three long to be free so they can
settle down and live their lives together but will they get the chance, or will
they always be captives? Will there always be something around the corner for
them to fear?
Excerpt
Ari
was woken by the sounds of a fight in the corridor. He recognised by now the
sounds of fists hitting flesh with too much ease. Whoever was under attack
sounded like he was giving back as good as he was getting. Ari turned a little
and leaned up on his right elbow. He could hear more than a couple of people
were involved in the scuffle, and grunts from several as they fought. Scents began
to filter through the cracks around the door to him.
Mate! No, that’s not
possible. Keiron is my mate and that isn’t him.
The scent of whoever was out in the corridor was making his cat growling and
lashing its tail inside him, urging him to go to them, to bite, to claim, and
to defend. Someone was thrown against the door of his room and Ari jerked
upright, ignoring the pains in his shoulder and the rest of his body. Then the
fight stopped. Or at least whoever it was stopped fighting back, suddenly passive.
A few more dull thuds and grunts sounded, and then a key slid into the door
lock and turned. The three bolts were shot back and the door flung open. A man
stumbled through, helped on his way by a hefty shove from one of the men now
crowding into the doorway.
“Hey
look, Ari, you have company!” They all laughed uproariously.
What’s
funny about that? Ari thought, staring at the blond man who had fallen in a
heap on the floor, trying not to look too interested in case they decided to
put them in separate rooms. He couldn’t hold back a growl when Aaron swung his
foot back and booted the man in the ribs. He silenced himself quickly and kept
his gaze away from Aaron so the beta would not see the rage simmering there.
The
blond on the floor stiffened and his head snapped up toward Ari, eyes wide and
nostrils dilated. Ari felt a moment of panic that the guy would give something
away to Aaron or one of the others. He realised this must have been the way
Keiron felt all those months ago when he had laid eyes on Ari from his vantage
point atop the building, a burning desire to go to him, but fear and worry
about the consequences. The man lowered his head again and Ari breathed out
slowly.
Aaron
and his cronies left, closing the door and locking it behind them. The blond
opened his mouth to speak, but Ari quickly held up a hand to keep him quiet for
a few more moments. As soon as he could no longer hear footsteps moving away,
he relaxed.
“Are
you hurt badly?” he asked.
“Only my pride,” the man replied, with a rather pained grin. He winced, holding an arm to his ribs as he clambered to his feet. “I’m Isaac. You’re Ari?” At Ari’s nod, Isaac gave a dark laugh. “Of course you are. Well, I was supposed to be here to rescue you.” Isaac had an accent.
“Huh? How did you even know I was here? Are you English?”
“Yes, I am. It was Keiron. He got a message out to a member of my pack.” Ari had no idea how Keiron had managed that, but he hoped his mate was safe and hadn’t gotten caught doing something stupid. Isaac was sniffing the air with a frown.
“Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but…are you my mate? Keiron said you were his mate in his message, but the way you smell… God, my lion is going nuts.”
“My panther, too. Keiron is my mate. I… He must be our mate. I can’t see fate making him and I mates, and you and I mates, without all three of us being mated to each other.” Ari felt weird discussing it like this. It all felt so clinical and rational.
“No wonder my lion has been so restless. He must have been picking up something from you both since I got here. I caught your scent properly when they had me outside in the corridor, stopped fighting back because I wanted in here where they were trying to put me.”
“And now we’re both screwed.” Ari gave him a wry grin. “You might as well come sit down.” He sat up properly and moved over making it obvious he wanted Isaac on the bed with him, not on the one across the room.
“Oh, don’t worry. As long as they don’t do us in in the next few days, my pack’ll come looking. Rescuing people is kind of what they do. I was an idiot to come on my own.” Isaac limped over and lowered himself gingerly to the bed. He sat close, and Ari could feel the warmth his body gave off. He could feel his blood heading toward his groin. Hmmm… maybe getting him to sit next to me was a bad idea. I mean, God knows he smells amazing, but we can’t do anything. Not without Keiron knowing. That would feel like betraying him. But, hell! I don’t know if I can stop myself from touching this guy.
“So why did you?” Focus. Must focus on the conversation.
Isaac shifted, next to him, then again. Ari looked down at where their arms were barely touching, his own brown skin against the pale, creaminess of Isaac’s. Looks good. Smells good. I’m so fucked. Then Isaac rose to his feet again and moved away from the bed. He hobbled over to the other cot and sat back down, looking at Ari dryly. “Sorry, no way I can concentrate if I sit next to you. All I want to do is push you back, rip your clothes off, and lick you from one end to the other."
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