Series: Southern Werewolves Novel #1
Author: Heather MacKinnon
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: January 16, 2018
Hard working criminal lawyer Elizabeth Montgomery is finally taking a vacation, a solo trip to the mountains of North Carolina to a cozy little cabin in the woods. Unfortunately, she doesn’t even get to spend one night there. She takes an early evening hike and ends up on the wrong side of a vicious animal attack. Or so she thought. When she’s found and rescued by sexy stranger, Abraham, she soon finds out it was a werewolf that attacked her. And that she’s the newest member of Abraham’s pack. Now Elizabeth must navigate the changes that come along with becoming a werewolf while also learning to fit into this tight knit pack. For an only child who rarely speaks with her own parents, getting close to Abraham and his family might just be scarier than becoming a werewolf.
I looked back and found her staring at the door Abraham had escaped through with a confused look. My eyes watched the door too, waiting (hoping) for Abraham to come back.
Get a grip, Montgomery.
“Abey said your name’s Elizabeth?” Evey asked.
She looked remarkably like Abraham. Although there were many similarities, the main difference was all her softness compared to his hardness. Her features were small and delicate, but her hair and eyes were clearly a family trait.
“Yes. My name’s Elizabeth.” With another glance around the large room, I added, “How did I get here? Where is here anyway?”
Evey smiled. “Abraham brought you here. You’re in our lodge near Asheville.”
I let out a small sigh of relief. He hadn’t taken me far at least.
“You and Abraham’s lodge?”
A soft, tinkling laugh left her rosebud mouth. “Well, I guess technically it’s Abraham’s, but he shares it with all of us.”
“All of you? How many are there?”
Evey’s head tipped back as she tapped a dainty finger against her chin. “Let’s see, there’s us five, and then maybe another five or ten guards that live here full time? The rest of the pack live in their own houses on the property.”
One word stuck out above the rest.
“Pack?” I asked incredulously.
Evey nodded her head slowly, her eyes serious and sad.
I almost didn’t want to ask, but knew I needed the answer.
“Pack of what, exactly?”
Evey’s eyes searched my face, and she was silent for a minute.
With a sigh, she responded, “Pack of werewolves.”
Heather MacKinnon is an author living in the research triangle in North Carolina with her husband and two troublemaking dogs. She grew up on Long Island and spent her young adult years in various states in New England. This led to her subsequent addiction to Dunkin’ Donuts latte’s and her gratuitous use of the word “wicked”. She’s tried her hand at many jobs throughout the years as she strove to find the one that made her happy. Heather has sold chicken, kitchen knives, auto body supplies, PR packages, and computer software. She’s been a cashier, a waitress, a cook, a hotel concierge, a phlebotomist, and an Uber driver. Though her jobs have been many, her passion has always been reading. She’d hide in the bathroom and read between sales calls, or find a lonely corner in the kitchen and whip out her kindle between waiting on tables. After a lifetime of enjoying other people’s words, she decided to write down some of her own.
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