Thursday, June 9

ATH: Kinsey W Holley

Our next author is Kinsey W Holley. I LOVE this cover, have since the first time I saw it. Kinsey has a download of her book, just for you.

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NINE NAUGHTY NOVELISTS

Yours, Mine and Howls





Thirteen years ago, Ally Kendall died defending her young cousin from his werewolf stepfather.
She hasn’t been the same since.
Ally returned from the hereafter with strange new powers, burdened with the secret of why and how she survived. She managed to scrape her life together and raise her cousin, but now he needs a pack to guide him into adulthood. That means pulling up stakes yet again and heading for Colorado to find the only werewolf qualified for the job. A werewolf, she discovers, who tempts her to give up control in a thousand sinful ways.
Cade MacDougall, Alpha of an unrecognized pack, has a tragic history, a sizable ranch, and a daughter who thinks she’s a cat. Time to find a mate? Don’t make him laugh. Until Ally shows up with a smokin’ hot, preternaturally strong body that smells like mine, and introduces him to a nephew who holds the key to unraveling mysteries about Cade’s family—and himself.
But Ally’s holding something back. As Cade’s enemies gather, the cowboy and his secretive new mate must come clean about their mysterious pasts…or else all hope of protecting their newly formed family—and their future—will be lost.



Product Warnings
A sexy, smartass alpha hero, a heroine who could kick his ass if she wanted, heart-pounding action, and some serious werewolf cowboy lovin’.



Excerpt

Copyright © 2011 Kinsey W. Holley
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication


“His daddy was an alpha! A real wolf! Not a drunkass loser like you!” Humans could’ve heard the woman screeching in the next parish. Werewolves probably heard her all the way to Houston.
“You’re a lyin’ whore! The brat’s mine! Where is he? Dylan? Dylan!” The werewolf, smashed on moonshine, couldn’t change easily. But a drunken wolf on two feet could still tear a human apart.
“Get outta my trailer, asshole!”
“It’s my trailer and I’m not going anywhere, you fuckin’ bitch!”
Next came the sound of breaking glass, followed by the bellow of a liquored-up beta, more breaking glass, the woman screaming, rinse, repeat…
Allison Kendall, exhausted after a day’s work at the stable, turned up the television and longed for a remote to mute Guy and Gracie Fontenot. Her trailer and the Fontenots’ stood a hundred feet apart, the last two left in the otherwise deserted Bayou Estates Mobile Home Park. The next nearest house lay a half mile away. It made living next door to the violent couple creepy, even though they were kin.
The window unit in the living room sputtered, useless against the suffocating August heat. Listening to the White Trash Werewolf Show was better than stewing in her own sweat, though, so she left the windows open. At least the unit in her bedroom still worked.
Carefully she opened the door to her room, where five-year-old Dylan Fontenot slept. The din of domestic war couldn’t keep the tiny veteran awake. She dropped a kiss on his forehead and tiptoed out. When the phone rang, she dove to catch it before Dylan woke up.
“Hey. I just got home,” said her cousin, Seth. “You up for something?”
“Can’t. I’ve got Dylan. Gracie brought him over this afternoon.”
“Shit. How bad?”
“Real bad.” She slumped as she sighed, her emotional exhaustion equal to her physical fatigue. “Your bimbo sister just told her psycho husband he’s not a daddy.” The rest of Lake Charles had figured it out five years ago.
“I wish you’d stay out of that mess.”
“Seth, we’re family! I’m not leaving him in that hellhole when they go at it.”
“But you can’t keep him all the time, either. He doesn’t belong to you. We’re only—oh, fuck it,” he muttered.
She didn’t feel like arguing again either. “Guy’s lost it this time. Should I call the cops?”
“Don’t. Gracie won’t press charges. She’ll just get pissed off at you and take it out on Dylan. God, our family sucks.”
So did living in the middle of a never-ending episode of Cops.
“I guess it’s pizza again,” said Seth. “Want me to re—”
Gracie Fontenot’s shrill, skull-piercing scream drowned out the rest of his words. Her terrifying wail ended as abruptly as it began, like someone had snipped a cord.
Or snapped her neck.
The world held its breath. Then Guy Fontenot’s moonshine-maddened roar shattered the night. The Fontenot trailer door opened and slammed.
Seth screamed, “Get the shotgun—I’m on my way!”
She dropped the phone and raced for the second bedroom at the back of the trailer.
Aunt Jackie always kept it loaded, please God, please, let it still be loaded it has to be loaded…
Thank God. She pumped it once and started back for the living room, shaking with fear. The shotgun rattled in her hands. Bile rose in her throat as hysteria began to squeeze the air from her lungs.
“Ally?”
Dylan’s sweetly sleepy voice stopped her cold, instantly quelling the panic. She paused outside her bedroom door.
Mine or not, no one touches him.
“Stay in bed, baby,” she called softly. “Everything’s all right.”
She reached the living room and found it empty. No sound came from outside.
Maybe Guy had passed out.
Maybe he was stumbling to the biker bar a mile down the road.
Maybe he’ll get run over.
The front door went flying as if sucked out by a whirlwind. Guy Fontenot lurched across the threshold, staggered, and steadied himself with one hand against the doorframe. His slack, sallow face gleamed with sweat. He squinted at her as he tried to focus. The acrid stench of moonshine and unwashed werewolf filled the tiny room. She stifled a gag while her mind raced.
Guy couldn’t move that fast, this drunk—but he didn’t have far to reach her. The shells were silver-loaded—but how much would it take to stop him? If she fired and missed, she wouldn’t get another chance.
She’d never imagined she could die at eighteen.
“Where’s m’boy?” He looked ready to pass out. God, please.
“Go home, Guy. You can see Dylan tomorrow.” Her voice came out several octaves above normal, but still steady. A human’s fear pheromones could push an enraged wolf over the edge. Moonshine made it worse. She swallowed, silently begging her heart to slow down and her hands to quit shaking. She kept the shotgun pointed at the floor.
“Gracie’s dead. M-my wife. I killed m’wife.”
Learning his wife had borne someone else’s child could drive a stable werewolf to murder. No one would mistake Guy Fontenot for stable.
He sagged against the jamb, but she hesitated to raise the gun. She’d never killed anyone before. If she held him off until Seth showed up, she wouldn’t have to.
“It’ll be all right, Guy. You need sleep. Tomorrow you can figure out what to do.”
“Want the boy.”
“No, Guy, I’ll take care of Dylan. You go on home now.”
He stared at her for a moment. His eyes widened. He snapped his mouth shut as he stood a little straighter.
Guy was slow, not stupid.
“You wanna get ridda me so’s you c-can call the cops.” He sneered at her and she shuddered. “Think you can shoot me, girly? You wanna sh-shoot me?”
She watched in horror as his nails began to lengthen and the bones of his hand began to move beneath his skin, twisting, stretching, popping. Oh, shit. She’d been so focused on his body she’d ignored his eyes. The irises had begun turning yellow. He stank so of moonshine and sweat, she hadn’t caught the rich, earthy scent that was another signal of impending change.
Guy stumbled toward her. She couldn’t back up. She didn’t want him near Dylan.
The howl of an enraged werewolf on four feet filled the air, and she nearly fainted with relief. ThankyouJesus.
Seth was here.
It happened so fast, and all at once. Through the open door behind Guy, she glimpsed a streak of brown fur as Seth reached the front yard. Guy didn’t turn to see death running at his back, but rushed at her just as she raised the shotgun.
Her trembling hands betrayed her. The shot went wide.
Guy closed the distance. She swung the gun at his head. He knocked it from her hands. With a strength born of terror she kicked, sole first, straight into his balls. It didn’t stop him. He clutched at his groin with one half-changed hand as the other swiped wildly. His claws raked her belly. She stumbled backwards.
It took a moment for the pain to penetrate. She looked down to see a blossoming red stain soaking her T-shirt. Touching it, her hand sank into a gaping wound.
She looked up at Guy’s yellowing eyes and saw tears.
In dreamy slow motion, he grabbed her by the throat and flung her aside. Guy roared as Seth landed on his back. Ally went flying across the room, her skull striking the metal window ledge. A brilliant, bright white pain exploded behind her eyes, like a camera’s flash going off at the end of her nose. She crumpled to the floor as someone whispered in her head.
Dylan’s cries, Seth’s howls and the disembodied voice were the only sounds in the trailer now. Guy was dead.
A second later, so was Ally.
She was never the same after that.


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Want a chance at the book? Just comment here about your favorite type of shifter book.

25 comments:

joder said...

My favorite kind of shifters are indeed wolves. I love the wildness and devotion to their family that they display.

joderjo402 AT gmail DOT com

desi said...

I THINK WOLVES ARE MY FAVORITE TOO BUT DRAGONS AND OTHERS ARE EQUALLY AS GOOD WHEN WRITTEN WELL
DESLAUREE3 AT AOL DOT COM

Chris said...

I love the wolves as well. So many well written wolf shifter stories. This one looks great!

cdkros(at)gmail(dot)com
chris

Pommawolf Emeraldwolfeyes said...

Please don't enter me in this one, because I have Kiss & Kin, and Yours Mine and Howls already. I've read the Kiss & Kin, but not the Yours< Mine and Howls yet, cause I want to reread the first one again....*S*
Love the cover of both...and almost everyone should know by now I am a die hard wolf shifter lover period...LOL
Its the wolf per and simple. And I actually got to hear them howling last night....although we don't get dark at all right now because we are at 24/7 daylight. Land of the midnight sun of course.....*S But the wolves tell time better than we do...*S*

Thank you!

Darcy

elaing8 said...

Great excerpt.I have this book on my reader waiting for me.(please don't enter me in the giveaway)
my favorite shifters are wolves.

Janis said...

I really like all shifter stories. I haven't read anything by Kinsey, but after reading the excerpt I need to add this to my wish list.

janisfrisch at yahoo dot com

Janette said...

I absolutely loved Yours, Mine and Howls. My favorite shifter is a wolf followed by a Feline.

Kim B said...

I like all shifter stories, but I am most familiar with wolves.

CrystalGB said...

My favorite shifters are wolves, big cats, and dragons. Your book sounds good.
Crystal816[at]hotmail[dot]com

StacieDM said...

Hello Kinsey!
My favorite shifters are wolves or big cats. Most of the shifter books I have read are about wolf shifters. I like them because of how feral, protective, possessive and loyal they are.

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SheriV said...

I love wolf shifters. And I have to go get this book now. I want/need to read more.

smurfettev AT gmail DOT com

kog said...

Wow. That excerpt really got my heart racing!!

My fav kind of shifter is the big cat. There is something about the sleek lines of a cat that does it for me.

WickedLilPixie said...

Dragons ever since Katie MacAlister's series and now it's Thea Harrison

Amy S. said...

I have this book on my tbr list. Sounds so good! I love were shifters and any cat shifters. I just love shifter books.

Cathy M said...

I am a shifter girl, love them all, but probably the wolves edge out the rest by a wee bit.


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flchen1 said...

I really like wolves and big cats--something about all that sleekly muscled strength! Plus it's fun to see how the "pack dynamics" translate with the human sides, too.

Kinsey Holley said...

Pommawolf, elaing8, janette - thank you!!!!

And thanks too, to everyone who said the excerpt made them want to read more - can't wait to see who wins!

Colleen said...

Love that title! :)
Fav shifter books... mostly wolves!

Caffey said...

I love this series!!! (I have the books!) and was so thrilled after the debut that you were having more Kinsey! I so love reading new kinds of shifters and of course my favorites! Favorites are wolfies but I read a Thunderbird one along with the theme of the American Indian in it (and it sizzled too, it was by Jory Strong) and that was so unique to read!

Mindy said...

Hi Kinsey :)
WOW, what an awesome excerpt!
The action just grabbed on & wouldn't let go.

My favorite shifters are either cats or wolvies.

Mindy :)
Birdsooong@aol.com

Christina said...

i'm thinking I really like some wolves!

mhay@panhandle.rr.com

Heather said...

I would have to say wolves, cats, and dragons are my favorite.

I have been wanting to read this book since I first read the blurb about it..

Ivelisse said...

I am partial to the wolves, great excerpt.

Claudia said...

My favorite shifter books are wolves.

Twisted Haute Mess said...

I like big cat shifters. I think because it's fairly uncommon as compared to wolves.

Brandi

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