Brandy L. Rivers, the awesome paranormal romance author of In Too Deep, has revealed the cover to her preque; novel to The Others of Edenton series: New Beginnings.
I’m currently reading In Too Deep, and Rivers has quite a way with words and descriptions. I’ve also gotten the opportunity to know her through the author community, and she is a pretty awesome chick.
The book is available July 29th and I am excited to read it. Learn more below!
You can read the first chapter here.
The print cover for New Beginnings (due July 29th)
Jess knew her life would never move forward if she remained a part of Gregory’s pack. Some Alpha’s just don’t know how to take care of their wolves. She had managed Gregory’s bar for years but she knew he would never sell it to her.
After one giant mistake, he went from bad to worse. As a psychic, she knew it was a downward spiral.
Taking her future in her own hands, she contacts the Alpha in Edenton. He is happy to sell the empty bar no one has the time, nor desire to renovate, much less run.
Their attraction is unexpected and the last thing either want, but they find the only thing they need in each other.
There is just one problem. Slater’s second in command is plotting against him. Liam will use anything to take over as Alpha.
Plenty of werewolves, an old vampire flame, plus a paranoid second, and don’t forget the psychic with a whole lot of attitude.
Slater stared up at the ceiling in his dark bedroom and slammed his hand into the headboard. Man he felt like a dick. Jess was pissed, and she had every right to be. Of course she’d be curious what was up with Brody. He told her he didn’t date his wolves, and then he threw a jealous hissy fit over nothing.
His feet hit the floor. Standing, he pushed his shorts off and made his way through the house. The cool air enveloped him as he shut the door and willed the change. Fur flowed down his back and his body reformed into the wolf as he dropped to all fours. Hoping to burn off his extra energy, he ran full out into the woods.
The sounds of the night wrapped around him, the owls in the trees, the crickets, and the occasional fish jumping in the lake. He let nature seep into his senses as he pushed himself faster. He hoped the run would ease the tension that started in his shoulders and knotted down his arms, back and all the way down his legs, but he had a feeling nothing would help.
He stopped at the edge of the lake to drink. The cool water felt good and he was tempted to take a swim. Maybe the cool water would bring some clarity to his jumbled feelings. He told her he didn’t date his wolves, and then acted like a jealous lover at the mere mention of another man.
Slater had never been jealous in the past. Not even when he watched Victoria flirting with other men shortly after being intimate with him. Then he realized that he hadn’t spoken to Victoria since that morning Jess called.
He knew the little blond spitfire was going to throw his whole world into upheaval, and he had a feeling there was nothing he could do about it.
Something caught his attention and he paused. A new scent entered the mix of Douglas fir, redwood cedar and clean mountain air. It was the musk of wolf with a hint of jasmine and he knew it was her.
Silently, he turned to search the woods. A honey colored wolf darted out of the trees and froze as her amber eyes locked on his. His beast urged him to run to her, to chase, to play. He realized he didn’t have the desire to best her wolf like he did with the rest of his pack. That had never happened before either.
He stood, taking human shape as he held his hands out to hopefully calm her. Jess didn’t move, she just watched him, and thankfully he only took seconds to fully shift.
Slater wanted to demand she stay, but his tone was gentle. “For the record, I’m sorry I was an ass tonight. I shouldn’t have invited myself over, but I did enjoy your company. You gave me no reason to jump to the conclusions I did.”
She nodded once but took a step back.
“I’d like to talk. Without all the shit this time.” He cursed his begging tone but he couldn’t help himself When she made no move to shift back, his heart sank into his gut. “Perhaps tomorrow?”
She made a huffing sound before bolting back the same path she came. She was headed toward home.
The urge to win her trust was too strong, he knew getting close was a bad idea but he craved her company. He wanted, no needed, to show her that he wasn’t a complete prick. Somehow, he knew that was going to take work because he really fucked up.