Easter Sale!!!

Easter Sale

I hope you’re all having a lovely Easter. In Sweden, as with every holiday, we celebrate on the Eve, so we’re already over it here LOL. I had my mum and sister with her children over, so there were lots of sugar-hyped children which means that I now want to curl up in a corner and sleep for a week. But, perhaps I should reward myself a book instead? Over at JMS there’s an Easter Sale in full swing – 40% off on all ebooks, and it ends tomorrow, so don’t leave it too long before you hop over there.

Looking for an Easter read? I have two!

the egg huntJason has one rule when it comes to holidays — work his shift behind the bar and then find a willing body to distract himself with. One night is long enough to satisfy his needs and still walk away with his heart intact. It has worked out fine for most of his adult life, but this Easter, he’s trying something new. He’s leaving the city to visit his friend Aiden, who recently moved in with his boyfriend in the middle of nowhere, but one unfortunate incident leaves Jason without a place to sleep.

Tom doesn’t just not do relationships, he rarely does hook-ups, either, and never too close to home. Living on his own without attachments is easier than having the whole town knowing about him. As the holiday approaches, his lonely house grows even quieter than normal — at least until his friend Tristan dumps an arrogant bartender in his lap.

As soon as Jason lays eyes on the gruff lumberjack whose home he’ll be sharing, he knows who’ll warm his bed for the weekend and help chase away any pending holiday gloom. Too bad Tom doesn’t want to get with the program. As much as he wants to let Jason close, he won’t risk outing himself for a weekend fling. Will Jason trust Tom not to break his heart if he stays longer than a couple of days? Will Tom value their relationship higher than the town gossip?

theemptyegg

Aiden has prepared a special Easter egg for his boyfriend, Tristan. He wants to make their first Easter together special, but as the moment for handing over the egg draws nearer, Aiden’s nerves get the better of him. What if he has it all wrong? What if Tristan wants nothing to do with the silky satin hidden within the egg?

NOTE: This story appears in the collection Aiden and Tristan.

Release Day | The Cake Shop

It’s release day!!! The Cake Shop is a short story I wrote for JMS Books’ Rain or Shine call. It’s one of those calls where we get to pick one or the other and write a story about it.

Since I did The Drunken Dog for the last either-or call, I figured I’d continue with someone else from the Halfhide pack. This time we get to follow York through a rainy April night. 

He ends up with one of my favourite kinds of characters to write – a slightly neurotic, grumpy bear shifter. And on top of everything else, he’s a baker. Torbjorn, the bear shifter, that is. Everyone in the Halfhide pack is a carpenter.

The mates aren’t carpenters and we’re starting to get a few mates in the pack now. Sam, Roarak’s mate, works in a coffee shop, and Otis, Zev’s special someone, is a former rockstar thinking about becoming a bartender.

I’m doing my best to make these stories standalone even though one of the main characters is a member of the pack. I’m having a lot of fun with it, so I hope I’ll have the time to continue.

Blurb:

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York Winter and his packmates are attacked by a rivaling werewolf pack at a lumberyard. Injured and exhausted, York runs into a part of town he’s not familiar with, and when the enemy is closing in, he takes his chances and escapes into a bear-owned bakery.  

Torbjorn Holt doesn’t do people, and he doesn’t do wolves no matter what the pull in his heart is trying to tell him. He’s learned his lesson and will not have wolves in the bakery, and he’ll definitely not mate one. Luckily, York isn’t too badly injured, so Torbjorn doesn’t feel bad about kicking him out into the rain.  

York can’t believe what’s happening. He’s finally found his mate, but Torbjorn refuses to let him stay. Torbjorn will never trust a wolf again, and if York doesn’t leave soon, he’ll knock him out with a rolling pin and dump him in the alley. York has to make Torbjorn understand he means him no harm, but how will he do that when Torbjorn refuses to talk to him? 

 

Buy links: 

Paranormal Gay Romance: 12,864 words  

JMS Books :: Amazon :: books2read.com/TheCakeShop 

 

Excerpt:

Torbjorn Holt looked down at the injured wolf shifter on the floor of his bakery and took a step back. No. There was a pull in his chest, an urge for him to go closer, but he wouldn’t.

“What do we do?” Alexandra, one of his human employees, stared at him.

“Throw him out the back, and we’ll pretend we never saw him.”

“Torbjorn! We need to call an ambulance.”

No. No ambulance. Torbjorn didn’t want any ambulance here, and he didn’t want any shifters here. “He’s not badly off.”

“He’s passed out.”

“He’s not.” Torbjorn peeked over the counter. The man had dark hair, broad muscled shoulders—of course, he did, he was a shifter—and a steadily leaking wound on his arm. “He’s resting.”

Alexandra glared at him. “He’s been attacked by a dog.”

“Yes, better move away. He might have rabies.”

“Torbjorn!” She got to her feet. “I’m calling an ambulance.”

“No! They’ll think we’ve poisoned him with peanuts.”

Alexandra stared at him as if he’d gone insane. “There is blood all over him. I doubt they’ll think is nut allergy.”

“The customers, not the EMTs.”

She shook her head and gestured around. “There are no customers.”

“And there won’t be either if they think we kill people in here.” Not that Torbjorn would mind—an empty bakery was the best kind of bakery.

“He might have family who’s wondering where he is.”

Torbjorn looked out the window, almost expecting to see thirty angry wolves ready to storm his den. He shuddered. He hated wolves. He hated all kinds of shifters, but wolves were the worst.

Deeply buried memories wanted to be let out, but he slammed his memory vault shut.

“No ambulance.”

Alexandra gaped at him. “Why? He’s dying.”

Torbjorn gritted his teeth. He was not dying. They—and with they he meant Alexandra—should check how badly hurt he was, but he doubted the wolf was anywhere near dying. They never died. Bastards.

Carefully, he moved around the counter. His hands ached with a need to touch; blood pooled in his groin which had his stomach turning. He would not desire a wolf. “Slap him.”

For a second, he feared Alexandra was having a stroke since her mouth was hanging open, but then she snapped it shut. He jumped at the sound.

“I can’t believe you. You want me to hit an injured man?”

“No one has died from a little slap.”

“I’m sure some have.”

Torbjorn curled his fingers into fists. “Fine, I’ll do it.” His legs almost gave out as he neared the man. He was most likely playing possum. The moment Torbjorn let his guard down, he’d pounce. Slowly, he took a step closer.

“You’re not gonna slap him, are you?” Alexandra wrapped her arms around herself.

“No, you’re right.” He hurried back in behind the counter and continued into the kitchen where he grabbed a rolling pin. When he hurried back into the shop, Alexandra shook her head.

“You’re kidding.”

“Rabies.” He couldn’t tell her it was a wolf shifter sprawled on the floor or that he was likely to attack them first chance he got. Healthy shifters were unpredictable, injured ones were insane. He had a better chance of surviving than Alexandra did, though. “You should go home. I’ve got this.”

She folded her arms over her chest. “I’m not gonna let you hit some poor guy over the head with a rolling pin. I know you dislike people, Torbjorn, but that’s a step too far even for you.”

“I’m not gonna kill him.” Then the place would be swarming with wolves. He might club him on the head with the rolling pin, drag him out the back, and leave him to wake up by the dumpster. There was no harm in that.

With a deep breath, he poked the guy with the handle of the rolling pin. His eyelashes fluttered briefly. “See, he’s fine.”

“He is not fine.”

Torbjorn shouldn’t have looked away. One second, he was making sure the man wasn’t moving, the next he was looking at Alexandra. A hand curled around his wrist and white light exploded in Torbjorn’s mind. A shout tore from his throat, and he swung the rolling pin. He hit the hand shackling him and his own arm over and over. The impact would leave bruises, but he didn’t care.

“Torbjorn!” Alexandra pulled at him and managed to get hold of the rolling pin. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Torbjorn realized the wolf had let go after the first slap, and Torbjorn had been hitting his own arm for no apparent reason.

“Don’t touch me.” He flinched as Alexandra reached for him again, and hurried to increase the distance to the wolf who groaned.

“Jesus.” Alexandra stared at him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You didn’t hurt your arm?”

He’d have a bruise or two. “No.”

“I… eh…” She gave him a pitying look, and Torbjorn recoiled again. He hated pitying looks, but Alexandra hadn’t seen him freak out before, so it was to be expected. He didn’t do touch. Dorothy, who had worked for Torbjorn far longer than Alexandra, had seen a meltdown or two throughout the years, but Alexandra hadn’t.

“Why don’t you go upstairs. I’ll call an ambulance and close up.”

Torbjorn nodded. An ambulance was a bad idea. No one wanted shifters in a hospital, least of all the shifters who ended up there. He dropped the rolling pin. The sound as it hit the floor made him jump.

“I don’t think he needs an ambulance.”

“He’s out cold.”

Torbjorn looked at the wolf and jumped again. Amber eyes were fixed on him.

“No, he’s not.” A shiver went through Torbjorn. He would not acknowledge the pull or what it meant.

 

 

Giveaway | April

Book Giveaway

Giveaway time!!! Yay! This month last year, Holly released Blown Away. It’s a short story written for Big Wind Day, so it’s a windy little tale. Since one of the main characters is a bear shifter, we’re having us a bear theme for this month’s giveaway.

One of the favourite stories that I’ve written as Ofelia is Elevator Pitch. I love it. It has a bear shifter who gets stuck in an elevator with a claustrophobic bat shifter LOL.

These stories are pretty similar. As we’ve established, both have bear shifters, and they both have a sweet tooth since it’s common knowledge bears do 😁. Both have quite unusual shifters as the other main character – a bat shifter and a blue jay shifter. And in both stories, they’re trapped together. Bjorn and Cecil are trapped in an elevator, Arvid and Espen are trapped in Espen’s house since it’s too windy to go outside with trees falling all around them.

If you want to join the draw, hop on over to kingsumo and type in your email address. You’re not subscribing to anything, and make sure you use an address you check since it’s the one I’ll contact you on if you’re the winner.

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blownaway

Espen Urso would rather stay inside and enjoy a nice, sweet cake than be out in the worst storm of the year. But there’s a group of alpha shifters trespassing, and he needs to defend his territory and keep the people in his village safe. A group of wolf shifters he can scare off, but when he realizes they’ve hurt a defenseless little bird, he loses his patience.

Arvid Rai is having a bad day. He’s an omega on the run, with a group of alphas on his tail. If there hadn’t been a storm, he could have easily flown away before the stupid wolves got their hands on him, or the angry bear noticed he was in his territory. But there is a storm, and the idiot who grabbed him broke his wing, so now he can’t fly anywhere. Still, he deems it best to stay with the growly bear rather than having the other alphas fight over him.

Espen has never believed in the myth of omegas, and it isn’t until he takes Arvid in he realizes how much trouble he’ll be in when shifters from near and far learn he has one in his home. Will he be able to keep Arvid safe from other shifters? Is it even possible to defend his territory with an omega in it?

13,628 words

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elevator pitch

Bjorn Ritter only wants one thing – to live his life away from nosey, demanding bears. That’s easier said than done when you’re the son of the female running the Bayside Bear Community. Cecil Baxter might be a bat, but he grew up away from shifter communities and he’s doing his best to continue to keep his distance. Shifters aren’t an accepting bunch and Cecil has never fit the norm.

Already facing a dreaded meeting with his mother, the last thing Bjorn needs is a stranger using his elevator to escape a pack of werewolves. And Cecil, whose day just seems to be getting worse and worse, could really do without the added stress of finding himself trapped in an elevator with a huge bear shifter.

Still, what could go wrong in three minutes?

11,197 words

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