Happy Friday! Finally, it's been quite a week. Enjoy today's post, by Vanessa North!
The author is also offering a giveaway, and the details for entry are here.
Hi, Lindsay, thank you so much for having on your lovely blog!
I wanted to talk today a little bit secondary characters and how sometimes, they can change everything.
No joke, I love secondaries, and I always have huge casts of them, even in shorter books. Having a plot spanning three books, the secondaries in the Ushers trilogy sort of became like family to me, and United boasts some of my favorite secondaries ever. Two of them literally changed the shape of the series.
Of course all our favorites from Amazon are still around: Jack and Bianca, Ted, Ellen, and Kathy, Annie the Guide, and the Murphy parents: Roisin and Cormac. The Guide to the third Usher is introduced in United, and we also get to meet Fionn’s kids,
Devon and Rose.
United brings us a trio of baddies: the Kirk brothers from
Carolina. I loved Tavis Kirk so much, the man
actually got his hands into my plotting outline and shredded it, then rewrote
the whole ending for me. Tavis is a one-legged evangelical werewolf, who in my
mind looks a little like Edward James Olmos--all bad-ass and growly. The way I
originally planned to end the book had to be drastically changed once he
appeared because suddenly, he had to play a bigger role in the story and he had
to have a longer-lasting impact on Amazon Pack. Thank you, Tavis, for that. You
gave me a storyline I hadn’t anticipated! I’m not going to say anymore about
that because I don’t want to give away any spoilers. :)
The other secondary who changed things up on me is Angelo Gonzalez. To this day, Angelo is my favorite character I’ve written. We first meet him in Amazon, where he describes himself as “a dork with an MBA.” Angelo stole my heart from the very first time I wrote one of his scenes, and his friendship with Monica is still one of my favorite things about the trilogy. By the time I finished writing his first scene in United, I knew something major had to change in book three: Angelo would have to be the hero in Cracked.
I hope you all enjoy meeting these guys--I loved writing them and they really did become a second family to me during the months I spent writing their books!
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She's willing to fight like hell for her man, but in return, she wants all of him.
Irresponsible is the only way to describe the last twenty years of Fionn Murphy's life. Now the fate of Were society depends upon him getting his act together. After all those years of bad behavior, he doesn't believe himself worthy of happiness.
Monica is the one woman who can give Fionn the happiness he doesn't believe he deserves. She's been preparing for their mutual destiny for decades, never expecting her mate to be so...careless. She's willing to fight like hell for her man, but in return, she wants all of him.
When Fionn's enemies exploit his past to discover his weaknesses, the two must stand together to unite the packs as one and save Fionn's family.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language which may be considered offensive to some readers.
He laid his head in her lap, and she savored the feel of it, the weight of him against her as he relaxed onto her legs. Her hand stole into his dyed-blond hair, ruffling though it, the texture like silk under her fingers. She felt his wolf within him, reaching for her touch and knew that he denied himself as much as her. She stroked from his hair down into his beard and she watched as his lips parted and he drew a ragged breath.
Annie stood quietly, then tiptoed from the room, closing the door behind her.
“Fionn,” Monica whispered. “Why are you doing this to us?”
“I don’t know, dammit.” His eyes clenched shut as he sat back on his heels, burying both hands in his hair. Finally, he looked up and his eyes met hers, agony hovering just under the surface. “I’m falling apart, just being close to you.”
“Kiss me,” she demanded. He looked at her, startled.
“C’mon, Finny, kiss me,” she repeated.
“No, Fionn Murphy.” She stood up, tugging him to his feet with her. “You need to know something. I’m your mate. I know what that is, how it feels. You’ve never been mated before. You’ve played around, but you don’t know what it feels like to kiss your mate. Don’t you want to know? Aren’t you even the littlest bit curious?” She stood up on the tips of her toes, pressing her face to the skin of his throat and inhaling his scent.
Oh Goddess, up close he smelled even more intense and amazing .
“Mo,” he pleaded. She met his eyes and saw in them a hunger that sent echoes of need into her. Feeling the heady power of seduction, she leaned forward and licked from the hollow between his collarbones up to his ear, and she bit, scissoring the lobe between her teeth. She felt the rumble of a growl run through him, and he pushed her away. Her eyes closed, tears forming with a sting behind her nose.
Then his hands were bracketing her face and his lips crushed down hard on hers. This was no gentle kiss. Nothing like Angelo’s caring caresses, intended for comfort. This kiss wasn’t about caring. It was full of anger, lust, regret. But as his tongue swept through her mouth and his elemental male taste tingled all the way to her toes, she felt her teeth lengthen and she smiled against his lips. Her mate.
His assault on her mouth lost some of its fervor, replacing the urgency with languor as he swept his tongue through her mouth again and again as if he wanted to memorize her taste. Her hands fisted in the cotton of his tank top, pinching the nipple ring underneath. His hands sank into her hair, tugging. She felt with her tongue and realized his teeth had shifted too. The knowledge sent a victorious thrill through her.
He knew. He knew, dammit.
He pulled away, leaving her bereft. She watched as he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth in horror. “I’m sorry
I should never—ever—have kissed you in
“If that’s the only way I can ever have you, I would take it,” she confessed. It broke her to admit it, but she knew the pull of mate to mate.
His eyes closed and a spasm of pain crossed his face.
“You deserve so much better,” he whispered. He ran a gentle hand down the side of her face and grimaced. “I have to go. We can talk, after I get back?”
She nodded. Of course they could talk. All they ever did was talk.
About the Author
Vanessa North was born in New England but moved to the South as a teenager, where she learned to appreciate biscuits and gravy, bluegrass, and that most welcome of greetings: “Hey y’all!” She has a degree in Mass Communication but has long since abandoned journalism in favor of writing romance. Instead of telling the news, V would rather tell stories.
Vanessa has a voracious appetite for books and loves all kinds. She writes obsessively: every day brings new ideas and stories to tell. When she’s not buried in a book—hers or someone else’s—you can find her taking thousands of photographs of the people she loves.
She lives in
Georgia with her handsome husband, not-quite-civilized twin boy-children,
and a very, very large dog.
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Other Books by Vanessa North
Amazon (The Ushers #1)
Shifter's Dance (The Wiccan Haus)
Two In Winter
Fight or Flight
Wild At Heart Vol I (Benefiting Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge)