Thursday, November 19, 2015

'The Viking's Curse (Woodland Creek)' by Xandra James

Woodland Creek Series.
30 Authors. 30 Shifter Stories.

I'm cursed. There's no cure for what ails me. I'm part man, part draugar; a Viking warrior shifter who protects the dead. I'm a selfish bastard, numb to the world around me, surviving only to avenge my wife and mother's murder. One emotion —anger—keeps me alive. At least, it did until I met TJ Knight and my icy heart began to beat once more.

I was all wrong for her yet I craved her in ways I never imagined. So making a deal with her to save that cute ass from a death mark probably wasn't the smartest thing I'd ever done. If I could manage to keep my hands off her, I might just stay in one piece.

The other thing? It turns out we have a mutual enemy. If we can work together, we might be able to find and destroy him. Trouble is, now it seems I have to kill TJ to give her a chance at living. Killing was my favourite thing but bringing her back to life? Now that might prove a problem...

Read an excerpt:
I'd seen a lot of demons in my time, but this little bastard was a first on me. It was small, yellow and extremely fast. It darted around the room while Kol watched and I stood stock still with shock. 
"What the ever loving fuck is that?" I said as I grabbed my dagger and stood ready to defend myself. If the little fucker had waited a couple of minutes so that I could manage to get Kol's affirmation that he would help me, I would have been a happy bunny right now. As it stood, I was still up shit creek without a paddle. Difference was, this time I had an onlooker who was mildly interested in the outcome. 
I glared at Kol, willing him to do something other than stand there with no shirt on wearing only jeans he probably poured himself in to. Bastard. No one told me he'd look this good. Then again, everyone at Battle had been shit scared to tell me anything until I threatened blue murder.
Distracted, the little yellow demon made a run at my legs and I immediately went to pull back my limb, ready to punt him across the room.

"If you kick him in the head, he multiplies." I heard Kol mumble just as I was in the swinging motion to make contact with the little bugger's head.

"What?" I squeaked, staggering whilst trying to keep the momentum out of my leg so I wouldn't hit him where I was aiming for. 
Too late. Crap.

About the author:

Xandra James has always wanted to write romance books. Even when she was sneaking peaks at the hot bits, too young to fully appreciate them, she dreamt of writing her own.

Now, older and wiser, she's got the opportunity to project her slightly dark and wacky, British sense of humour onto others, whilst still writing the hot bits - bonus!

When not writing, Xandra is thinking of excuses as to why she shouldn't be doing the housework, looking after a husband and cats that refuse to pick up after themselves and climbing the mountain in her house that's affectionately called her tbr pile.

She currently holds the crown for Queen Procrastinator - something she's very proud of - so you can usually find her online, somewhere, when she really should be writing.

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