Found in Flames
by Rose Wulf
Hello everyone! I’m author Rose Wulf
and I’m here today to tell you all about my latest release, Found in Flames! Found in Flames is Book 1.5 in my Night Shadows series, which is
set in a world full of vampires, werewolves, witches, and humans called
Slayers. This installment focuses on the powerful, sexy Luka Craige – Alpha
werewolf with a mission – and unassuming, overworked Joella Harp – a human
caught in the crossfire.
All his life Luka Craige has been haunted by the witch that
killed his family. Finally, having chased him across the country to the edge of
vampire territory, Luka has his chance at vengeance. But not before his Beta is
killed and Luka finds himself protecting a woman he doesn’t know. A woman who
arouses him like never before. Could he possibly exact his revenge and
find his mate?
A burning body was the last thing
Joella Harp expected to find when she rounded the corner. Let alone a body with
a man standing over it. After that her droll life becomes a whirlwind of
werewolves, wild sex, and deadly fire. The witch wants her dead, she can barely
think past her mouthwatering rescuer, and in no time she realizes this
adventure could be more than a fantastical memory…. If she’s brave enough.
Excerpt:
“Are
you a werewolf?” she asked as soon as Luka came to a stop. He’d led her to a
large, shallow cave a couple of rock formations away from the now-collapsed
wolves. There was a small pile of clothes off to one side, just inside the
mouth of the cave.
Luka
turned to face her and lifted one thick brown brow high on his forehead.
“Figured that out all on your own?”
Scrunching
her nose at him, Joella crossed her arms and said, “Listen, I’m still
attempting to accept that I haven’t just been drugged, okay? So could you try to be nice?”
“What
if I told you you had been drugged?” he returned as he lowered himself to sit
on the patches of grass near the center of the cave.
From his
tone she couldn’t tell if he was joking. “That’s not funny,” she snapped,
following him into the cave on reflex.
He was
already sitting, one long leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee. The
jeans looked sinfully good on him, and combined with the tight,
muscle-revealing shirt, it was safe to say she was distracted. Still, she opted
to blame her lack of sleep or food and, in an attempt to retain her sanity, she
sat carefully a couple of feet away, facing him. “Let’s say I can swallow the
‘werewolf’ pill,” she allowed, “and the guy you saved me from, he’s a witch?
Like, ‘abracadabra, hocus pocus’?”
Luka
snorted and shook his head. “More like ‘fires of hell’,” he replied. “Witches
have element-based powers. And the longer back the lineage traces, the stronger
the witch.”
Shrugging
as if that all made sense, and hoping someday it would, Joella asked, “But then
why would this witch come after me?” A terrible thought occurred to her, then,
and her hands flew over her mouth as she gasped. “Your friend… He wasn’t trying
to protect me … was he?” Had she gotten a complete stranger killed? Would she
be able to forgive herself if that were the case? And why on earth would she
even need protection, let alone from a witch? It wasn’t like she had any
enemies that she knew of….
“No,”
Luka assured her, his voice harsh with pain he probably wouldn’t admit. He was
glaring at the dirt somewhere beside his bare foot, and his glare never wavered
as he elaborated. “Char will come after you simply because you interrupted
him.”
Releasing
an inappropriate breath of relief, Joella said, “I suppose that makes—wait,
‘Char’?” He’d said it like a name, but she had to have misheard him. Who names their baby ‘Char?’
“It’s
an alias,” Luka said. He released a breath and lifted his dangerous eyes back
to hers. “Witches never reveal their real names to their enemies. I only know
what family he’s from by his scent.”
“This
is ridiculous,” Joella mumbled. “Why did he…?” She couldn’t ask that. Whatever
the answer, it wasn’t her business. Asking would just be hurtful. Especially if
the almost-invisible wince she caught on Luka’s face was any indication. The
hand hanging over his knee clenched in a tight fist and she could practically feel
his anger. And for some inexplicable reason, she found that she didn’t like the
sight. The pain in his eyes, in the tightness of his jaw, and the
white-knuckled grip of his fist, it was all wrong. Everyone else had found
comfort in each other. Why did Luka have to suffer in solitude? Did they blame
him? Did he blame himself?
Whatever
the reason, she disagreed with it powerfully. Human, werewolf, she didn’t care.
Luka was a man with feelings, just like any other. And just like any other
person who’d lost a good, close friend, the last thing he needed was to be
alone. She was as sure of that as she was of the slowly rising sun.
She
was moving before she could think better of it, letting one hand land solidly
on his shoulder as she reached over and caught his chin with the other. “I’m so
sorry,” she whispered when his slightly-widened eyes met hers. “Maybe if I’d
gotten there a few seconds sooner…. Maybe I could’ve done something.”
Her
words hung in the air and the tension in his shoulder slowly eased as he
unclenched his fist. He held her eyes captive for several long, quietly intense
seconds. Then his lips were crashing over hers, he’d tangled one hand in her
shoulder-length hair, and her chest was pressing wholly into his. He was
kissing her with a barely-contained ferocity that was both overwhelming and
exhilarating. She was powerless as he sucked her lower lip into his mouth and
nipped it with his teeth, and her blood was quickly coming to a boil as her
body began to feel things it hadn’t felt in far too long. It was all she could
do to keep up with the pace of his kiss, her arms instinctively winding around
his neck.
His
tongue swept into her mouth, stroking and sliding, demanding more from her even
as his arm coiled around her waist and hauled her into his lap. She felt
herself moan into his kiss as she let her fingers slip into his head of full,
thick, chocolate-brown hair. The softness of his hair was in such stark
contrast to the rest of him. The rest of him was deliciously hard and muscular,
full of dangerous, primal promises. Promises her body was startlingly eager for
him to fulfill. If he made love the way he kissed, a night with him would bring
an entirely new definition of passion and pleasure. She’d certainly never been
kissed the way he was kissing her.
He’d
taken full possession of her mouth, one hand now fisted in her hair, the other
cupping her ass and holding her tight against his chest. She could barely
breathe and she absolutely could not get enough. Her tongue rolled shamelessly
along his with every opportunity.
You know better, Ella, some piece of
retained sanity whispered in the back of her mind. And oh how she wished that
part of her were wrong. But it wasn’t and so, with more effort than she was
willing to admit to needing, Joella pulled back from his hungry lips.
The
moment she applied pressure to his shoulders, his grip loosened, and she
watched, transfixed, as his Adam’s apple bobbed with a heavy swallow. She kept
her hands on him, just under his shoulders, as she worked on catching her
breath.
“Why,”
she said with a gasp. “Why did you bring me here last night?”
Luka’s
expression fell into a frown and his hands slid to her hips, but he made no
effort to remove her from his lap. “I told you,” he said. “Char will come for
you now.”
“Right,”
she acknowledged, barely resisting the urge to dance her fingers around the
collar of his shirt. He was way too distracting for her health. “But, why is
that your concern? Why do you care about whether I live or die?”
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About Rose:
Rose Wulf is a giant romance
fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire
heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can
remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between
characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s
favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional
babies!
Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet
personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her four year-old
German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards
Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better
with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and
hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).
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