Sunday, January 28, 2007

B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN Leaked Early!!

If you want to get your hands on Rogan Wolfe BEFORE February 1st, my publisher, Champagne Books, has "leaked" the eBook of B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN to CoffeeTime Romance's Book Store!

To buy your copy, click the following link:




Snoopy Dancin'

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Friday Night Chat!

Join me and my fellow Champagne authors as we chat Friday evening at the Joyfully Reviewed Yahoo Group! We'll be chatting about our upcoming February releases, including B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN. Come and have some fun, and enter for a chance to win a PDF download of Rogan's book! Believe me, you do NOT want to miss it!

To join the group, click the following link:

Remember, this is an evening chat, so look for me between 6pm PST / 9pm EST to about 9pm PST / Midnight EST. This is not a chatroom chat, but rather, a chat on a Yahoo group, so come and join me! We'll have a howlin' good time with Rogan, my sexy wolf shifter! :D


Wednesday, January 17, 2007

B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN Excerpt

The release of B*E*A*S*T OF BURDEN is just a few short weeks away! Here is another short excerpt to tempt you.

~~Rogan Wolfe


It was dusk. The sun had just set when Rogan saw a structure through the trees not too far away. Was that a house? He couldn't be sure. The cold was finally getting to him. Both he and Marlie needed to warm up--and soon. Marlie was shaking so badly that it was all he could do to keep a grip on her.

"Hold on, honey," he whispered as he cleared the tree line.

It was a house! It seemed as if he'd stumbled upon a small community nestled amidst the trees, away from the main highway.

Slinking toward the houses, Rogan was drawn to a dark one not too far away. He kept in the shadows as well as he could and grinned from ear to ear when he saw his salvation: a For Sale sign.

This house was empty.

Rogan rounded the house to the back yard and rejoiced when he saw that the rear doors to the home were window-paned French doors.

"Can you stand, Marlie?" he asked.

Her face had been pressed into his shoulder. She licked her lips but nodded slowly.

"Only for a moment, sweetheart," he said. "I promise."

He set her gently on her feet before making sure she could indeed stand on her own. She stumbled against the wall of the house but was able to hold her own weight. Without wasting any time, Rogan took the butt of the shotgun and smashed one of the window panes in the door, right near the deadbolt. In mere moments, he'd unlocked the door and it swung wide open.

Rogan once again swept his wife into his arms before entering the house, closing the door behind him. Glancing around the dining room, he grinned. Whoever was selling this house hadn't completely moved out. There were still a few pieces of furniture here and there. Maybe he could find a blanket somewhere. He strode into the living room and set Marlie on the couch.

"Will you be all right?" he asked. "I'm going to go look for a blanket."

Her teeth continued to chatter as she lay there. "Yuh-yes," she answered. "Huh-hurry."

"I will," he said, leaning the gun against the wall.

He checked every closet on the main floor and cursed under his breath when he found nothing. Damn it! Racing up the stairs two at a time, he searched the linen closet in the hall.

"Bingo," he whispered. Folded neatly on the floor of the closet was a down comforter. Taking a deep breath, he could smell only the detergent used to wash it. The comforter was clean. Grabbing it in his arms, he raced back downstairs to Marlie.

"Come on, baby. Let's get you out of these wet clothes," he said, moving the coffee table out of the way as he sat her up on the couch. She didn't fight him while he stripped her out of her jacket and sweater. Even her delicate skin had a bluish cast to it.

He stopped for a moment when he noticed the necklace she wore. Her wedding ring was nestled between her breasts, winking at him in the dim light. A surge of possessiveness pulsed through him, and he had to bite his lip to keep from growling. She hadn't been wearing it when they'd showered together, which meant she must have put it on after their interlude on the bathroom floor that morning.

Rogan was suddenly overcome by the need to make her his once again. He yanked off his own shirt, telling himself that Marlie needed skin-to-skin contact to get warm. Hell, so did he.

"What are yuh-you duh-duh-doing?" she asked.

"We're getting undressed. Our clothes are wet and cold. We need our shared body heat if we're going to get warm."

Marlie tried to unfasten her jeans, but her fingers were too stiff to grab a hold of the zipper. Pushing her hands away, Rogan did it himself, trying to ignore where his thoughts were headed. There was no time for that.

Marlie watched him as he yanked off her pants, followed by her panties. She still shivered from head to toe, but she gasped whenever his hands touched her. He had a feeling she was thinking exactly what he was.

Looking at her naked before him, he was reminded just how beautiful his wife truly was. On his knees before her, Rogan held her eye contact and unzipped his own jeans. There was no way to hide the effect her gaze had on him as he tugged his pants down over his hips, and he saw Marlie bite her lip as she looked at him.

Once he was as naked as she was, he held his hand out to her. He didn't say a word, but he could tell she knew what he wanted because she took his hand and scooted down to lie on the floor. Rogan lay down next to her and pulled the comforter over them both. When his arm pulled her close to his body, he could feel her shudder, and he shuddered too at the contact of her icy skin on his. But that didn’t stop him from draping his leg over hers in an effort to press her even closer into his warmth.

The closer the better.

He just hoped he'd be able to forget about his lust for five friggin' minutes. But with Marlie wiggling her gloriously naked body against him, that wasn't bloody likely.


B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN, coming February 1st, 2007 to!

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Unveiling B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN's Cover!!!

Check out my brand new cover for the highly anticipated second book of my B*E*A*S*T* series, B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN! It's awesome!! It matches the first cover wonderfully, and the color is great. I've always loved green. However, there's one big difference I'm sure you've already noticed... That's the VILLAIN on the cover! Sean Ross is a particularly nasty Kodiak grizzly. That's his pawprint as well. Isn't it awesome?? :D

Look for Rogan's story in just a few short weeks. It will release to on February 1st. Woohoo!!!


Wednesday, January 10, 2007

I'm Happy for Rogan

Well it looks as if Rogan hasn't crashed and burned with his own widow. How odd that must be, revealing to your wife that you're not dead. "Hi, honey, I'm home!" I'm surprised the woman let him through the front door without hitting him over the head with a baseball bat!

But Rogan deserves a good woman. He's been to Hell and back. But I can feel some tension in the air between them. Lanie has told me a bit about what's going on. Apparently Rogan hasn't told Marlie he loves her despite her undying devotion or some such.

Rogan never was the sharpest tool in the shed.

And poor Marlie. It's so obvious she's madly in love with him. Rogan better tell her he loves her soon, or he just might lose her. Maybe I need to knock some sense into him. Lanie is telling me to mind my own business and perhaps I should. But Rogan's being an ass.

Maybe I'll pull him aside when Lanie's not watching and do us all a favor. Once that wolf realizes Marlie is the best damn thing that's ever happened to him, life around here should be smooth sailing. But until then, we've all got to live with his foul moods.

I really have no idea what Marlie sees in that mongrel anyhow. :)

~~Noah Carpenter

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

I Hate Feeling this Way

Damn it. I hate feeling like this, but I can't help it. I should be happy for Noah and Rogan. I should be patting them on the back for finding a woman who can love them for who they are. But the truth is, I'm not happy. In fact, I'm damned depressed.

Oh, I put on a pretty face, I smile and congratulate them on their good fortune. I don't want them to see how I really feel. There's a deep, gnawing loneliness eating me from the inside. It's no secret I hate myself. I can't even stand looking at my reflection in a mirror. It's been so hard coming to grips with the fact I'm now a shifter--a cougar.

I hate the taste of blood, and yet I crave it at the same time. It's a Herculean effort to keep myself from shifting and hunting at any given time, and I'm scared as shit I'm going to crave being a cougar more than being a man. How can a woman accept that? I'd be terrified I might do something to her in my shifted state.

For me, it's hopeless. There isn't a woman on Planet Earth who will look at me like Lanie and Marlie look at Noah and Rogan. Each time I watch them embrace, a little jealous dagger pierces my heart and I can't help it. I want to be close to someone, I want someone to love me. But how can I ask that of them? How can they love me when I don't even love myself?

I'm dead inside. Perhaps there is no hope for me. I should resign myself to being alone for the rest of my life.

Jesus, I hate feeling sorry for myself! Snap out of it, Wade. You're more of a man than that. Heheheh, now THAT'S amusing, isn't it?

~~Wade McAllister