If you are a fan of paranormal fiction with some romance and suspense, give the Wolf Sirens series a try.
Publication Date: January 2013
Eternally Cursed to Love & Not Purely Desire…
Temperatures rise as the flames of longing still burn in the thrilling sequel to Wolf Sirens Forbidden. The legend continues. Apollo, god of deadly plague, conspires to undo his sister’s legacy. The wolves exist between two worlds, one in the town another in the forest.
Prophecy says hunters and wolves are cursed to a mutual attraction. Increasingly, each successive slayer becomes more alluring to the wolf. The predestined enemies struggle, to both resist and contain their fierce rivalry in a conflict powerful enough to tear two worlds apart.
A shadow has fallen over the heartlands of myth and reality. The chosen is reborn broken-hearted, in the scorching embers of grief. Devastated, Lila trains tirelessly as the assassin. She must submit to deliver justice and protect the innocent of Shade.
But is it love or revenge which motivates her?
Will the huntress or her heart prevail? Breaking away from the call of destiny and fearing betrayal, Lila makes a desperate escape in search of her lost beloved. The intensity between two ancient enemies ignites. The history of the wolf pack is revealed as devotion and desire in the underworld reaches fever pitch.
If The Bite Doesn't Get You, Then the Fever Will
Praise for Fever:
“Rich, complex, and deeply fascinating. Smith’s creation stands apart from other books in the genre. Wolf Sirens has raised the bar for paranormal romance.”- Kevis Hendrickson, author of Rogue Hunter
"Smith weaves a thrilling and beautifully crafted tale that sinks its fangs in and refuses to let go."- Michael Alexander, author of The Vessel
“Fever does not disappoint! Tina Smith captures her readers on the first page and leads them on a fast-paced journey full of suspense and adventure as heroine, Lila, struggles towards the truth.” - Beverley Eikli, author of A Little Deception
Phase one was complete. Reid pulled himself into my window in an open hoodie, shirtless and
barefoot. I looked at him as I hadn’t in months. He looked more rugged than I had remembered. All appearances had slipped since Sam had gone. We were all more jagged now Cresida was queen. He had let his hair grow out more and it hung about his neck, damp. Judging by his dress I would have bet he had rummaged in the hidden stash nearest my house. I noticed the unzipped hoodie was at least two sizes too small, he didn’t seem to wear a shirt under it and the shorts were way too short; perhaps they were women’s clothes. His feet were bare. He was scowling, with his now mud green eyes.
“What are you playing at?”
I eyed the black earth on his feet that would now be spread on my carpet; I would have to get it before Sophie saw it. I wasn’t sure how I should react. I let him think he could handle me. “I thought it would be nice to get out.”
“Sure you did.” His expression remained unchanged.
“Who let it slip?”
“Ha, wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Does Cres know?” I tried to sound innocent. Then maybe he would buy it.
“We all do. Everyone from here to Tarah knows!” he bellowed, and then he waited for an answer.
I readied myself for him to phase. His stance was stable, wide and ready to shift. I looked at his arms; they trembled, and I thought of my stash but didn’t look in its direction. If he went for me it was no holds barred.
“What are you playing at, L?” He scowled.
“Nothing, I’m bored … I can’t hunt, I can’t leave, and I just wanted something to do! For Cres! And you’ve ruined it.” I decided to turn the accusation around to make him feel bad. He shifted uncomfortably so I continued; tears welled in my eyes. “For God’s sake, can’t I do something as normal as arrange a party for my best friend, I’m sick of living in this world. I’m a victim, I didn’t choose it! What harm could it do?” I begged wide-eyed and teary. I had a latent talent. Cres was wrong, hunters did cry when it served their purpose.
“You should have pulled the trigger sooner, little girl, I’m watching you. You so much as put a foot out of order and I’ll be all over you like a bad rash,” he threatened. He seemed sceptical of my case, so I broke out the big guns so to speak.
“He left me here! Every night I want to die to be with him…”
He looked sad then, guilty, he glanced down. I watched his expression closely, his jaw clenched.
“I’m sorry.” I thought I heard his voice break.
“But we are right to be suspicious of you being who you are now.” His eyes narrowed and then relaxed.
“I don’t get what you’re all so worried about, it makes me feel wired - I know you’re all watching -all the time. Where would I go, Reid? What have I got?” I sniffed, challenging him. I felt him take a deep breath then. He came toward me; I filled the rest of the space and let him take me in his arms, as I rested my nose on his collarbone. His skin goose bumped under the tip of my nose and my cold breath. He was cautious but he had still let enough of his guard down for me to now hurt him if I wanted. It occurred to me that I could hurt him worse by toying with him
again. If I could distract him with my body and his desire for me, I might be able to pull the entire thing off. I used everything at my disposal, that’s what I was taught.
Subtly I turned my nose ridge, to roll my face along the concave part of his chest under his shoulder touching the soft curve of my cheek to his warm flesh. We hadn’t touched in so long. I let the tears for Sky flow, as they had done many a night before they dried up completely. They dripped now onto his burning red brown skin; I gently touched my lips to his chest. I thought I could almost hear his heart respond. For a moment I imagined pulling my gun from my hip and loading it with lead, stopping it mid thud. I was strong enough. His right arm gently stroked my back. I knew I was something frosty to him.
“Come away with me, Reid,” I uttered.
“Where?” he mumbled rocking me softly.
“Away from all this.”
He swallowed but didn’t speak, it was a hopeless request. This wasn’t escapable, and the things that possessed us came from within. These feelings that glued him to me now in the quiet, I was creating from desperation. Could I rekindle his feelings for me? For a moment it felt as though we were still together. I had the blood and heart of a woman, he felt it beat, warm pooling in my veins, but I felt it run cold. I inhaled his scent across his skin. Abruptly he let go.
“It’s not the same.” He shook his head. “I’m not him, Lila, he’s not here, and this is a mistake.”
“I know, but I thought -”
He cut me off. “Cres’s shift.” He gestured with his chin. “You’re not the same girl, Lila.” He shook his head, shifting toward the window.
He turned and looked at me, waiting for what I would say next.
“You just never knew me,” I whispered.
“You’re right; I didn’t care enough to want to know you.” He was aiming for a nerve, rejection in all its forms stings. “We can all see it in your eyes.”
“And what? You’re not attracted to me anymore?”
I made my voice sound disgusted, hurt and angry –but those were feelings that I might have directed towards myself. “You are different Reid, your eyes, they aren’t the same.” I insulted him in kind. He turned to walk away. “Reid I’m sorry it was stupid, forgive me, I’m just going stir crazy here. I thought maybe if you and I…but it’s stupid. I’m embarrassed.”
I wiped a crocodile tear from under my eye. A pang of guilt hit me inside, it was all lies, and I’d sooner spit on him than kiss him. I would never love him the way I loved Sky. I felt disloyal but I was desperate – it was all for Sky, just like it always had been.
He smiled with his thin dark lips. “I’m a full blooded werewolf - more than a year and a half old.” He turned to walk towards the window, with his back to me he continued. “I’ve accepted what I am. I eat and hunt as one being, my system is pure, my body is clean, and it shows in the iris. The way yours tell us what you are.” He was quiet. “I’m not under any spell of Sam’s anymore.” He wasn’t frightened, I could feel it. The shy smile from the river was gone. He was proud of what he was, an amber-green eyed werewolf. Then just like that, he disappeared
through the open window.
I heard the thud of his landing. He must have been a bit off his game, wolves could be stealthy, and I hoped it was the effect of me, unsteadying him. Besides, Cres wasn’t due for at least another half hour. I had noticed a rotation of late. I had at least affected him, planted a seed, perhaps softened him, I hoped, but I knew that ship had sailed long ago. I could have been wrong but I thought he was telling me he’d only felt something for me because Sam wanted him to. I shouldn’t have felt any hurt over that, but I did a little. Was I so undesirable? I tried to not let it bother me. I felt my pocket, and realized it was empty – my hunting knife was gone. Reid had removed it, whilst I kissed his bare chest.
About Tina Smith:
Tina Smith is an herbalist, dog lover, Piscean and mother with a fondness for strong female protagonist's. A love of the fantasy genre and the deep exploration of dark and evocative subjects inspired Wolf Sirens Forbidden. The sequel Fever further unfolds the tale of the heroine femme fatale, on her journey in the underworld between the lands of myth and reality.
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