Synopsis
When a group of lonely shifters came together
during their service with the Royal marines, they never imagined the strong
pack that would develop between them.
Channeling their special operative training, they built a security firm
with two alpha wolves at the head of a motley crew of shifters not known for
playing well-together.
They’ve lived their lives as outcasts from their
own individual species of shifters choosing to form a family with each other
instead. Until Now. Follow the Blackbird pack as they fall victim
to love one by one.
Can they guard their own hearts?
The Blackbird Anthology is
the complete Blackbird series story containing: Ivy, Natasha, Masquerade,
Twelve Days and Under Fire. It
also contains the Lorcan which will also be available as a free read for
subscribers to Dahlia's newsletter.
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Excerpt
‘No!’
Shooting off the bed with a shuddering gasp, Ronan ran a shaking hand
across his sweaty brow. He glanced to his left to find Lorcan still
soundly sleeping—thankfully. Ruddy nightmares. After all these
years, it seemed the horrors of the last incident in Afghanistan might never
completely fade away.
He reached down to
rub the scarred tissue at the end of what remained of his leg. Lorcan
grumbled incoherently at the jostling and rolled over on his side. The
hare shifter would be angry in the morning if he discovered his mate had
suffered in the night without waking him.
Too bleeding
bad.
Nothing angered
Ronan more than being treated like he was broken. The damn blast had done
nothing more than temporarily steal his ability to function. With his state-of-the-art
prosthetic, he’d believed himself to be as close to what he’d been in the past
as ever.
Everyone else in his life didn’t seem as convinced,
Lorcan being the rare exception.
“Leg bothering you?”
Lorcan leaned up on his elbow with a mixture of weariness and concern mingling
in his eyes. “Another nightmare?”
They both suffered
them after the living hell Afghanistan had been. The dreams had lessened
over the years. Ronan wondered if they’d ever completely rid themselves of the lingering
memories.
Lorcan’s warm hand
moved over to cover Ronan’s. Twisting around on the bed, Ronan leaned
over his shifter until their lips met. He’d always found his mate’s lips
to be remarkably full and soft, given nothing else about the man could even be
considered
soft.
Lorcan traced
Ronan’s bottom lip with his tongue and reached up to catch him by the back of
the neck to hold him close. “I’m on top this time.”
“No, you’re not.”
Ronan’s brogue tended to deepen and roll seductively when he was half-asleep
and in the mood. He blocked Lorcan’s attempt to roll them over
and caught the shifter’s arms in strong, calloused hands. “Easy there, fuzzy
britches, you’re not going anywhere, got that straight?”
Author
Bio
Dahlia Donovan
started out working in the insurance world. After ten years, she morphed her
love of investigating accidents and studying people into writing about them.
She's a bit of a hermit and despises being in front of a camera. Her life
wouldn't be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books
and video games.
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