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Hi, y'all,
Fall is finally here. I love this season. With the milder weather and changing leaves, it's the prettiest time of the year. Please take a moment to enjoy Mother Nature's show. Also, Halloween is coming up fast. While you're making the holiday special for your loved ones, be sure to take some time for yourself. Treats and decorations are important, but having fun with family and friends is even better. Go to a fall fun festival or navigate your way through a maze. Whatever you do, enjoy each other.
Jane Jamison
aka Beverly Rae
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HER ALPHAS
(Wolf Packs of Fate: Garrett Pack 1)
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About HER ALPHAS ~ Laney Sugarfield will do anything for her brother, including running off with his gang's drugs. But now that she's gotten away with the illegal goods, what's she supposed to do with them? Werewolves Brady, Dart, and Ethan Rann are members of the Garrett Pack of Fate. Not that they're proud of that. In fact, once they achieve primary alpha ranking, they're going to change things within the pack. They're ready to make their move when suddenly the desirable Laney shows up in Fate. Should they claim their mate even if doing so means she becomes part of a pack they no longer want? Click HERE to start reading!
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Enjoy an Exclusive Excerpt from. . . HER ALPHAS
(Wolf Packs of Fate: Garrett Pack 1)
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Laney eased away, sure that if he touched her, she'd give in and tell him everything. "Look, I didn't ask you three to sit down."
"No, you didn't." Brady crossed his arms, flexing the tendons in them and catching her eye. "I think you're the type of woman who likes to handle problems in her own way, and that's great. But every once in a while we all need help. I think this is one of those times for you."
Ethan rested his hand on her leg. She jolted, but the jolt wasn't entirely bad. Need sped through her, firing both her emotions and her nerve endings. Tears sprang to her eyes at Brady's words, but it was Ethan's touch that propelled her to speak.
"You can't help me," she whispered.
"We can sure as hell try." Ethan took her hand and squeezed. "But you have to give us the chance first."
To do so was harder than she would've thought possible, yet she managed to pull her hand out of his hold. "I have to leave." She pushed against Ethan, loving to touch him, hating to touch him. "Move."
Ethan paused, looking to his cousins first. Finally, he relented and got out of the booth. "You can't run from your troubles forever, sugar."
Throwing her purse strap over her shoulder, she kept her gaze down and scooted off the bench. "Please. Back off and leave me alone." She'd managed to take only a couple of steps before Dart stopped her with his brawny body.
"Is that what you really want, sugar? For us to leave you alone?"
"Yes." No. She ached to tell them everything, to have them help her and her brother. But she couldn't bring herself to do so.
"I don't believe you."
"I don't, either," added Ethan.
"They're right, honey. You want us as much as we want you. More, you need us in more ways than one." Brady blocked her way, too.
"Don't do this again." She had no doubt that all eyes were on them.
"Then say you'll let us help you," urged Dart. "Come on, sugar. I promise you it won't hurt to ask."
She tried to shove past them as she had the day before, but they formed a human blockade, unmoving even when she flattened her hands on Ethan's chest.
Oh my.
His chest was made of bone and flesh, but she wouldn't have been surprised if he'd told her it was made from steel. Slowly, she let her fingers glide down his shirt and over his ridged abdomen.
No man has the right to feel this damn good. Still, I'm so very glad he does.
"Move." She spoke softly with no conviction.
"Darlin'?" Brady's finger under her chin brought her gaze to his. "You can trust us. Just ask anyone."
Sugar Makeland, the owner, chimed in as she stood next to a group of onlookers. "You sure can. The Rann men are some of the best around."
"Thanks, Sugar." His gaze dove into hers, searing its way to her heart. "Let us help you, darlin'. You'd be amazed at what we can do."
"That's for damn sure," added another man at a different booth.
She was turned-on. She was thrilled. She was embarrassed. She was confused. It was a wonder one woman could experience so many different emotions all at once. "Please. Let me leave."
Her words, spoken just loud enough for the men to hear, were more effective than any push or shove could've ever been. The men separated, leaving a space between them for her to get past.
She hurried toward the door. Keeping her gaze straight ahead, she did her best not to look at the other customers.
"Laney?"
Keep going.
Yet she turned back. She had to. To deny them was more than she had in her.
The men stood in a line, their faces determined, their will to bring her back reflected in the intensity of their amber-flecked eyes.
Why do their eyes look different than before? "Yes?"
"You have our numbers. Call us."
She nodded at Ethan, certain she'd never call them. Resisting the urge to run into their arms, she pushed through the door and out into the bright noon sunlight. Stopping for a moment, she let her eyes adjust to the light then let out a sigh. As much as she'd wanted to stay with the men, as much as she'd yearned to tell them about Harlen and the drugs, she'd managed not to.
What else could she have done? She didn't know the Rann men. To involve them in her brother's problem wouldn't have been fair. They were great men who were ready to help her, and she was grateful. Grateful enough to keep them out of it.
Suddenly, she sensed someone watching her. People strolled up and down the sidewalks, most not paying any attention to her. Except, that is, for a couple of men on the opposite side of the street.
Who are they?
They didn't look away when she stared straight at them. Instead, their smiles grew and turned into leering grins. It was as though they were mentally undressing her, able to see every inch of her body. She instinctively crossed her arms to cover her breasts and let her purse fall in front of her crotch. If she hadn't already resolved to keep the Rann men out of her problems, she might've gone back inside the diner and asked them to escort her home.
Should she say something to the strange men? Should she tell them to stop staring at her? Yet if she did either of those things, it might serve to antagonize or encourage them. Instead, she gave them the hardest look she could then pivoted around and strode down the street, daring to keep up a steady pace without running.
A howl sent chills down her spine. A wolf whistle followed the howl. Hating that she was letting them get to her, she began walking faster.
What is it about the men in Fate?
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Coming Soon
Fighting the Pack (Wolf Packs of Fate: Garrett Pack 2) - November 4th
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What Else Am I Working On?
I've started writing a new series. This series will have werewolves (of course!), vampires, witches, wizards and more. The tentative title for the series is The Werewolves and Wizards of West End. I hope you'll enjoy this new series. Release dates TBD.
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