She stepped up to his chair and he became aware of two things simultaneously. One, someone had beat the hell out of this woman. Her face was a mixture of bruises displaying all kinds of colors, meaning that each bruise was in a different stage of healing. That meant someone had done this repeatedly and over the course of time. Two, she was his mate. Her scent filled him up inside awakening a side of him he thought, after two hundred ten long years, long dead.He growled jumping off the chair as he felt his eyes turn wolf. Who the hell would dare to lay hands on his mate?
Sunday, January 2, 2011
6 Sentence Sunday
Hi everyone!! How are you? I went back and forth, back and forth about what to put up today. I couldn't decide if I should put up Alpha Wolf--the book releasing from Liquid SIlver Books on January 10th or Angel's Wolf, the book I am writing now.
I finally decided to put up Alpha Wolf. This will be the only time I put up Alpha Wolf. Starting next week, I'll do Angel's Wolf or whatever else I'm working on but I thought in honor of the upcoming release, I would put up Alpha Wolf just this once.
So here it is:
That's it. For more of Alpha Wolf, check it out on January 10th!