Book Review
of Curse of The Wolf sponsored by Bewitching Book Tours
Curse of the Wolf
By Danica Winters
File Size: 446 KB
Print Length: 212 pages
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Publisher: Ravenous Romance (May 9, 2012)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services
Language: English
ASIN: B0082209H2
Blurb:
For cursed, shape-shifting Veela, Gloriana, following her
heart and giving her body to sexy, tortured werewolf Alexander means one
thing-he will die and it will again be her fault.
Once only a man, Alexander finds himself scarred by the memories of his former
life and the deceptions and lies that surround him. When a glimmer of light
breaks the madness, he must let go of his misguided preconceptions and the
hatred that consumes him.
On a mission for blood, they find unity in their desire for revenge, but are
driven apart by their pasts. Traveling the darkest paths and fighting the very
people they think they can trust, they draw closer to one another's hearts and
further into danger.
Will the curse prove to be unstoppable... or is there hope in forbidden love?
Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
In
her human-like Veela form, Gloriana Canis was at a distinct disadvantage. Her
feet pounded against the ground as she ran, she crashed through the underbrush,
and tripped upon the branches that reached up to snatch her legs. With a
muffled growl, she paused as she forced her body to shift into her more
powerful wolfen shape.
Dashing
after the intruders, she silently passed beneath the low lying branches and
bounded over the roots. Her paws silently absorbed the sounds as the ground
blurred beneath her. She saw none of the pack that had invaded her territory,
so she lifted her snout and sniffed.
The
scent of the gray Werewolf was a mix of triumph, malice, and anger, but there
were no traces of fear.
He’s
a fool. The thieving Were should feel fear above anything
else—because I soon will be upon him.
When
she found the beast, she would tear at his soft flesh…the least vital parts
first. Before she finished, he would undoubtedly cry for mercy, but no matter
how hard he cried, or how desperately he pleaded, he would find none. The
man had tried to steal Baldur’s Vitam Aeternam, the ring of eternal life, from
her. The ring was the final memento of Baldur’s existence, of their fight for
love against all odds and the curse that had taken his life. The Were who
attempted to take it from her would have no easy death.
Deeper
into the woods, the scent of the gray alpha Were lessened and was replaced by
the musky scent of the brown beta she had seen circling the alpha.
Her
strides grew more rapid. She was close.
Weaving
around a boulder, her body collapsed as the ground gave way. Her paws clawed at
the soft earth, desperate to stop the fall, but the dirt crumbled beneath her
touch. She yelped in fear as she clawed, but it was too late. Her body flipped
into the earth’s open maw.
The
stakes ripped into her soft flesh. Hot, searing pain invaded her body.
Howling,
she tried to leap, struggle—anything to free her body—but the motions only
drove the stakes deeper, worsening her agony.
A
fire burned deep in her flank and she caught the scent of blood on the stakes
that now were wedged in her flesh. Hydra blood.
The
venom pumped through her veins, she could taste the acrid poison in her mouth.
Slowly her vision began to fade. She was forced to find refuge from the pain
inside of her mind.
My
dearest Goddess, Epione, do not let the curse of the loving Veela take me. I
promise that if you let me live, I will find Baldur’s killer and make him pay.
Please, please do not deliver my soul to the underworld. I must complete my
task.
She
could feel the sun rising in the distance. Would this morning be her last?
A
light illuminated the grave-like pit.
Expecting
a torch-bearing lampade to lead her to the underworld, she was surprised when
a tall man appeared with a flashlight in his hand. He stood at the edge of the
pit, his other hand on his hip and a scowl on his face.
She
growled, but as the rumble escaped her, it was replaced with a yelp.
The
thief had returned to finish her.
He
reached down to her and said something, but it sounded as if he was talking
through water. When he spoke again, she heard him say, “Shifter, I’m Alex…” but
the rest of his words were lost in the muffling pain circulating through her
body.
She
tried to pull away from his touch, but her paws felt like lead weights and she
struggled to move.
The pain radiated from the stakes in her flesh. Unable to
fight the poison any longer, her eyes closed. Her mind went black.
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Author Bio:
Danica
Winters is an Amazon best-selling romance author based in Montana. She is known
for writing award-winning books that grip readers with their ability to drive
emotion through suspense and often a touch of magic. She is a member of Romance
Writers of America, Montana Romance Writers, and Greater Seattle Romance
Writers. She is a contributor to magazines, websites, and news organizations.
She enjoys spending time with friends and family, the outdoors, and the bliss
brought by the printed word.
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Book Review:
A blending of Norse mythology and
Werewolves creates the background for this story. Veela
Gloriana is cursed to never have love.
Any man she loves is cursed to die a tragic and horrible death, so she
has spent centuries avoiding love until she met Baldur and of course he dies
tragically. This book opens with her
trying to avenge his death.
Werewolf Alex is hunting Gloriana
for the ring of eternal life, but when he comes upon Gloriana in a pit of
Gorgon blood poisoned spikes he throws away everything to save her. Add a shape-shifting witch, a couple of elves-who
looked down upon and despised in this society, some backstabbing, some revenge
and you have this great novel.
I give this novel 4.5 out of 5
clouds and a chili pepper rating of 4 (mild, but some sexual content).
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backdrop for two strangers to potentially cross paths.
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