Time of the Wolf by @JulieDarcy57 is a Snuggle Up Event pick #urbanfantasy #pnr #uf #giveaway
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    • Nov 30, 2021
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Time of the Wolf by @JulieDarcy57 is a Snuggle Up Event pick #urbanfantasy #pnr #uf #giveaway



Title: Time of the Wolf


Author: Julie A. D’Arcy


Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance


Book Blurb:


Sent by the Mage Brekan, Keilah, outlawed Princess of Carrum Bahl travels back in time to seek out Radin Hawk, the reincarnation of an ancient warrior king. She is not prepared for the strong feelings she has for him or the feeling of familiarity. Radin is always game for a good fight, but when the battle risks the woman who reminds him of his lost love, he is not sure the price is worth it. But how can he leave her undefended to return to his own time? They follow Brekan on his quest to defeat Anya the Sorceress Queen and right an ancient wrong. But wonder what he is hiding. Can they trust their feelings and each other or are they just pawns in a larger game?


Excerpt:


The prince laughed and obliged. “I taught him the trick two days ago and have practiced it only once.”


She smiled and leaned with her back against a tall oat. “Starfall…why that name?”


“It was the name of Ambroch’s horse. Brekan told me that in the old tongue, it means great warrior.”


“Great warrior.” She laughed shortly. “You will have to teach him more than carnival tricks if he is to rival Ambroch’s destrier. One legend states that Ambroch was once knocked from his horse in battle. The stallion stood over his master rearing and kicking, defending him against the enemy until the King’s men could reach him and drag him to safety.”


He leaned his hand against the tree above her head, staring down at her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face.


“I’m sure he will prove worthy. He is young. He still has much to learn.”


Their gazes met and held. She could feel the heat emanating from his body—reaching out to her.


“Much like you.” He spoke softly, his lips close to hers. “What made you do a fool thing like charge into that battle today?”


She looked into his mauve-blue eyes and felt herself weakening. By the gods, he was beautiful. If such a word could be used to describe a man. So strong—so big—so well-proportioned. And his violet-blue eyes…she could drown in their depths and never mourn her own passing. Why did he have to stare at her so? Why could he not have been ugly and hunch-backed, then perhaps she might not have wanted him as much as she did. “I am no coward. I do not run from trouble.” She turned her face to the side. Yet still his breath lingered on her cheek.


“Is that the only reason?”


He seemed to ease even closer.


“What other reason could there be?” she asked carefully.


“I wonder.” He paused, searching her face. “You are a princess and will be queen when this business with Anaya is at an end. You have a responsibility toward your people.”


She swung back. “Do I not also have a responsibility toward you? I brought you here. I intend to see you get back to your own time safely.” Yes, back to his own time so that she could regain her peace of mind. She could not allow him to know how she felt—how he made her feel. Everyone she had cared about had been taken from her. Her mother, her father, Kurn—all dead. Alarin could not see her often because he had chosen to spy on Anaya within the castle.


No, he would leave as soon as the opportunity presented itself. He would step through the time portal without a backward glance. And where would that leave her?


She knew she seemed vulnerable, she trembled at his touch, and he had noticed the catch in her voice as she spoke and a softening in her eyes. He raised his hand and gently stroked a knuckle down the length of her jaw “Careful, Princess, your words could be misconstrued. One might almost think you cared.”


Her legs were weak as a newborn colt’s. Her breath lodged in her throat with her words. A tingle flooding every inch of her body as his heat invaded her senses. She was so hot she could not think. His breath so sweet…and his lips. Why did he not kiss her? Why did he torture her so?


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Where was the hardened warrior woman he had come to know? The woman who had sassed him at the slave auction and berated him at the riverbank. He had been a fool that day by the river. How could he ever imagine this beautiful, courageous woman to be any other but who she was? Perhaps he had been wrong. Maybe this was the time for love.


He placed his hands above her head on the tree trunk and leaned into her. He could feel the outline of her body caressing his, reaching out to him. Her warmth swamping him. Her scent tantalizing his senses. Yet, he knew he would not touch her. She would have to be the first to make a move. He knew he had hurt her that day at the river. He would not risk doing so again.


He smiled down at her softly, the heat of his passion burning in his gaze.


He was not holding her, yet she did not move away.


A rustle in the bushes had him lowering his hands. He backed up a pace and turned to see Mace step into the clearing.


“Ready?” the fair-haired man queried, grinning at the two. “Brekan says we should be on our way, Tahka is feeling well enough to travel.”


He nodded. “I see no reason to delay.” He climbed onto Starfall’s back and glanced down at her stretching out his hand, his look meaningful. “Would you care to join me?”


Heat raced to her face.


She stepped back and shook her head. “No, my horse is tethered not far from here. I will walk with Mace.”


He glanced at Mace., His expression hooded.


The smaller man lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Fine by me.”


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November is a time to be thankful. What are you most thankful for this year?


I am grateful that my daughters and my two lovely grandchildren are well and happy considering there is so much devastation sweeping across our country and the world, caused by the Covid-19 Virus.


Why is your featured book worth snuggling up to?


Time of the Wolf, is fast paced with characters that you will love, hate, and cry with, in a world of beauty where you can lose yourself, and forget about your everyday trials if only for a short time.


Giveaway –


One lucky reader will win a $75 Amazon gift card.


Open internationally. You must have a valid Amazon US or Canada account to win.


Runs November 1 – 30


Drawing will be held on December 1.



Author Biography:


I am an Australian author and have been published for over twenty years. If you enjoy Dark or Epic Fantasy, Paranormal, and Vampire Romance novels with plenty of story, action, love, and lust, including sexy flawed heroes and beautiful spirited women that don't mind getting a little blood on their hands, my novels are for you.

I grew up reading and every fairy-tale I could get my hands on. Graduating to Lord of the Rings and T.H. White’s, ‘Once and Future King and many of the classics. Later falling in love with the works of David Gemmell, Terry Brooks, and Johanna Lindsey. I also enjoy historical novels.

Do I plot my novels or let the story unfold as I write someone once asked me? I do plot a little bit, as long as I know the first three chapters I can start. Then jot down a few of plot as I write to keep the story moving. But most of the time I write by the seat of my pants. My ideas for a scene usually come to me as I am doing something totally different, like housework or taking my two cats for a walk.

I was ill for almost 10 years and could barely write anything. But I am through with that part of my life and have thrown myself into my writing. I am happy to say my backlist has been picked up by ‘The Wild Rose Press.’


Someone also asked which of my books I like the best. This would be akin to choosing which of my children I love best. The only thing I can answer to that is all of them! My characters are like my babies, I create them, breathe life into them, grow them up, and then have to let them go to stand on their own.


‘The Cross of Tarlis: The Awakening’, my new Tarlisian Saga will be release on 16th Feb. 2022.

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