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Paige Donovan is an ambitious college graduate who aspires to reach the top of the corporate ladder. She’s climbing fast when given the promotion of a lifetime at a prestigious fashion magazine in New York City. Her bright future comes to an unexpected halt after news of her father’s death. She inherits his old cabin in the Colorado Rockies, and just when she thinks her luck couldn’t get any worse, she has a car accident in the mountains and awakens in the small, remote community of Black River.
Soon, she’s engulfed in the mystical world of Varulv—wolves descended from 13th century Scandinavia and blessed by Norse gods with the ability to appear human. Paige is desperate to return home, but never expects to fall for her rescuer, Riley Gray, a charming young werewolf from England who offers her an alternate future with his pack.
Now, she must choose between the career she’s always wanted and the love she’s always dreamed.
April Bostic is a New Jersey-based, Adult Romance author who enjoys unleashing her creativity and letting her imagination run wild. Her love of romance books inspired her to become not just a reader, but also a writer. In December 2008, she self-published her first novel, a contemporary romance with a supernatural twist entitled A Rose to the Fallen.
Her first short story, Right Here, Right Now, released in January 2012, is an erotic romance with a dash of S&M. The following year, she released two more short stories–a romantic urban fantasy inspired by the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche entitled Eros, My Love, and a sexy romantic comedy entitled Love Addiction.
After five years, she released her second novel, The Howling Heart, a paranormal romance that delves into the mystical world of werewolves and Norse gods. To end her busiest year in publishing, April also released her fourth short story in December 2013, a historical paranormal romance entitled A Dark Scandal.
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~ Excerpt ~
I didn’t sleep peacefully, because the sound of whimpering awakened me. I opened my eyes to see Riley suffering a nightmare. He panted rapidly. His wolf body twitched, and his head jerked against the pillow. I propped myself on my elbow and touched him gently to rouse him.
“Riley, wake up,” I whispered in the darkness.
His glowing yellow eyes shot open. Then, he blinked a few times before he settled them on me. He flashed into his human form, still breathing fast. The moonlight revealed a thin sheen of sweat covering his naked torso.
I combed his hair with my fingers, the pads of my fingertips massaging his scalp. “It’s okay, baby. You were just having a nightmare.”
He was breathless, his wolf eyes wide with fear, almost as if he was reliving the nightmare awake. “I saw Mum. We were running from the hunters. She was right behind me. This time, I thought I saved her. Then, I heard a gunshot. I turned around, and she was gone.”
He closed his eyes, and a pained expression crossed his face. When he opened them, the amber color glistened with unshed tears.
His voice cracked when he said, “Every time I try and save her, they take her from me.” He paused, and his lips trembled. “I still see the hunters’ faces. They laugh and hoist my mother up like a prize.” Tears leaked from his eyes, and I instinctively gathered him in my arms and kissed the top of his head. His voice had lost all of its strength as he wept. “I miss her so much.”
I rubbed his back to soothe him. I felt his pain, because I shared it, too.