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I hate to say it … Wolves 2 is delayed, but here’s an excerpt

February 23, 2012

Early this week I still had illusions that I would see Unexpected Demands back from formatting in time for release in February, but that’s clearly not going to happen. Formatting is the last stage for the manuscript, but everything has been going more slowly for this book. I think MLR’s recent growth as a publisher, while nice to see, has added some backlog for the editorial staff. And since I want them to continue to do the good quality job that they have given me in the past, I’ll live with that.

So I apologize to anyone who is waiting for this one. I’m sure you all have more than enough excellent books on your TBR lists to fill the time. (I know I do!) I will let you know as soon as I have a release date. It could be as early as March 2, but more likely the 9th and possibly later (aargh.) I do like the fact that MLR doesn’t keep a book waiting around once it it ready to go, but the uncertainty is the downside.

The Rebuilding Year will release on March 6th from Samhain, so that may actually precede it. Look for a couple of contests to win a free copy of The Rebuilding Year in the next 10 days – I’ll give more specifics soon.

And to make up for the delay, here’s an excerpt from description

Unexpected Demands – Hidden Wolves Book 2

Chapter 1

I’m running through the woods, full out on four legs, over leaves so dry they crumble beneath me. The air is still and hot, summer’s last breath. I’m not running for my life. If he catches me, it will be death for one of us, but the death might be his. He’s old now, his hair streaked with grey as a man, his wolf’s muzzle frosted white. A senior, a veteran who never quite made Alpha, and bitter with it. He taught me well; in my desperate fury I might take him. But if I do, I’m not sure I’ll be sane afterward. I can feel the black abyss hovering, an emotionless darkness where I could go and let my wolf take over. My wolf wouldn’t hesitate. Hatred runs hot and acid in my throat and only iron control keeps me from turning to finish this. I’m running for my soul, and there are heavy footfalls coming fast through the dry leaves behind me…


I gave myself a quick smack to the head. The gesture was juvenile, but there was no one else in the room with me, and it jolted me back to the present. Bad enough that the nightmares had invaded my sleep again, claiming the few hours I allowed myself. It was unfair of them to sneak up on me when I was awake. Well, nominally awake.

I let myself have a moment, put my head in my hands and just closed my eyes. Breathe, for one moment don’t think and just breathe. I’d taught myself meditation long ago, for relaxation, for control when control was the difference between life and death. I used it now to gather energy. I was tired. Make that fucking exhausted.

Of course I was also angry, and frustrated, and worried. And admit it, Aaron David Tremaine, scared. Actually, you could take one of those charts from school, the name-your-emotions ones with the silly faces, and just put a check next to all the negatives, and that would pretty much sum up my current state.

And don’t forget the one that’s not on any kids’ chart: horny. After thirteen years of locking my need away where it couldn’t influence me, that one tumultuous night a week ago had brought it roaring back to life, worse than ever. And it wasn’t even a night when I got any sex.

Maybe being tired was good. It took the edge off all the rest.

I rubbed my face briskly, sat up in my chair, and laid my hands flat on the desk. This was no time for indulging myself. When you’re the Alpha of a werewolf pack, even a pack as small and non-traditional as mine, you have to be Alpha. No doubts, no worries, at least where the lower-ranked wolves can see you. I’d been faking that all week, ever since pack leadership had fallen into my hands.

Since I ripped it from Karl’s bleeding body.

A rap on the door startled me, and then the door was flung open before I could respond. Vincent looked in. His normal air of detached amusement was replaced with a frown. “Aaron, there’s trouble at Simon’s.”

“Damn.” I was up and moving. “Do you know who or how many?”


“Who’s on guard duty?”


“Son-of-a-bitch.” It was only a figure of speech. There are no female werewolves. If there were, maybe we’d have a much more relaxed attitude about sex and reproduction, and this whole mess wouldn’t be happening. I didn’t mean it as an insult to Andy either. He was just the wrong person to be on deck for any kind of trouble. Young, submissive, and easy-going, Andy had the softest personality of any of my wolves. And if anyone had hurt him and I caught up to them, they were going to be eating through a straw for a month, werewolf healing or not.

“Do you want me with you?” Vincent asked eagerly. That old wolf had been a surprise addition to my pack. I hadn’t expected any of the seniors to come my way. He had appointed himself my secretary, and was so useful I had no desire to depose him, even though secretly I thought he decided to be mine mainly out of boredom. Joining my pack gave him a ringside seat at the circus. Some people were not made for retirement.

But Vincent wasn’t above stirring up a little extra excitement, just to see what happened. Which was the last thing I needed. “No. Stay here. Call Joshua and tell him I’m about to come down on some wolf of his. Again.”

Vincent made a face, but did as I asked. A chance to fight versus making an unwelcome call to the no doubt pissed-off Alpha of a different pack: it was a good thing Vincent accepted my authority. I left him to it.

Simon owned a small house with a white-fenced yard. It was far enough from the neighbors for privacy, which was turning out to be a good thing. When I pulled in the driveway, four men were standing on the front steps. On the bottom step, in a dark parka and boots, stood a stocky, brown-haired man with a reddened face. He looked in his mid-thirties, but I knew he was sixty-six. I also knew he was short-tempered, right-handed, of average intelligence, and he was as violently homophobic as they come. Daniel. Shit.

A few steps behind him was a man who might have been his clone, but for the lighter hair and eyes: Geoffrey. He had been eighth ranked in our old pack, and was now Joshua’s Third, and not a stupid man. But he was cold, and calculating, and had no love for any wolf of mine.

At the top of the steps stood my two men. Andy was dressed for the weather, his hands in leather gloves, clenched into fists, the hood of his jacket pushed back to give him a full range of vision. His breath streamed out in puffs of white, and I could practically taste his fear, but he held his ground. Behind him, oblivious to having bare feet on the frozen porch, Simon was still as stone. Short but wide, built like a fighter with muscles rippling under his copper skin, Simon was not a wolf to take on lightly. A fact Daniel apparently acknowledged, since he was still at the bottom of those stairs.

They all swung their heads to look at me as I got out of the car. Andy’s posture relaxed immediately. I winced inwardly at his faith in his Alpha, even as I appreciated it.

Simon held his ground, unmoving. But then he had his lover, Paul, in that house behind him. No one was getting through Simon to come close to Paul. And he trusted no one, not even me, to take that responsibility from him.

“Geoffrey,” I said coolly. “Daniel.”

“This is none of your affair, Tremaine,” Daniel snapped. I noted that Geoff was holding back, and letting the lower wolf speak up. Interesting.

“Of course it is. My wolves, my problem. Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I’m here to challenge that…that…thing that you’re letting walk around like he’s as good as the rest of us.” Daniel pointed a finger at Simon. I took into account the slight tremble that was due to rage, not fear. Stupid of him to underestimate Simon, but that was Daniel.

“In the first place,” I told him, “You can’t. He’s not in your pack now. You want to take on one of my wolves, you have to face me first. And I don’t think you want to do that.” I glared at him, and it took less than two seconds for him to drop his eyes. I might have been only a few ranks ahead of him in the old pack, but I was an Alpha now, and his body knew that even better than his brain. “In the second place, Simon would wipe the floor with you, if I let him.”

“Bullshit,” Daniel blustered. “He’s nothing. Stinking faggot. He’s bowed his head to me a hundred times.”

“Because he chose to. Think, you fool. Simon beat Frank in a fair fight. Frank!” The big tawny wolf had been our Fourth, and a vicious fighter. In the scrambling events of that night, when I killed Karl and everything had changed, perhaps the biggest surprise had been Simon rising victorious from Frank’s body. I had known he was holding back, hiding in the middle of the pack. I hadn’t realized how much.

The memory of that night flitted across Daniel’s face too, and he paled a shade, but he wasn’t the kind to ever back down. “Bullshit,” he repeated. “I can take him.”

I turned a calm eye to Geoffrey, who was watching us both. “Is this challenge sanctioned by your Alpha?”

Geoff shook his head. “I don’t believe he ran it by Joshua first. But he does have a complaint.”

More than the standard gay werewolves are the spawn of Satan and should be destroyed?

“What complaint?”

“My house!” Daniel sputtered. “Someone took orange spray paint and wrote things on my house!”

I turned an inadvertent snort into a cough. Not funny, not funny. “What things?”

Daniel’s face had regained its red hue. “Words. Insults. And he did it.” He turned to glare at Simon again. “You know he did. Cowardly, sneaking around, afraid to face me. He wrecked my house!” He made a lunge up the stairs.

I grabbed his arm, and swung him around to face me. “Shut up and stand down,” I hissed, with all the menace I could put into it. Apparently it was enough, because he sagged like all the air had leaked out of him. “I will look into this, and if your property was damaged, I’ll see that you get compensation from the guilty party. But it wasn’t Simon. I’ve had men watching him for his protection all week.” I gestured at Andy. “Simon didn’t do anything to you. So go home, and let your Alpha deal with this. Unless you’d rather challenge me?”

He didn’t even try to meet my eyes. “No, Alpha.”

“Go.” I gave him a shove toward his parked car.

From where he stood watching, Geoff said, “Maybe it wasn’t Simon this time. But your pack’s out of control. You’re only asking for trouble, letting this go on. Follow the law, get rid of the human who knows about us, deal with your fag, and then we can live in peace again.”

“Over my dead body,” I said coldly.

“Perhaps.” Geoff looked me up and down, then shifted his gaze to Simon, and to Andy still trying to look tough and protective. When Geoff turned back to me his lip was curled in a sneer, although he couldn’t quite meet my eyes. “Perhaps someone will take you down, and then deal with this…perversion… the way it should be handled.”

“But not you.” I stepped forward, pushing into his personal space, and he backed off a step, and then two. “And not today. Now get out of here.”

I held my ground until they climbed into their car and drove away. Then I sighed. Damn. I so did not need this.

Behind me Andy said softly, “I’m sorry, Aaron.”

“For what?” I turned to look at him. “You did what you were supposed to. When trouble came, you called me and then backed up Simon until I got here. What else could you have done?”

“I wasn’t much back-up,” he said miserably. “Daniel would have walked right over me.”

“It’s not your job to stand up to wolves like Daniel. It’s mine. You did fine.” I climbed the steps, and slapped his shoulder gently. “Take off, Andy. I’ll be here for a while, and Damian will be on patrol soon. Go get something to eat and warm up.” Not that we wolves felt the cold much.

Andy ducked his head. “Okay.” He turned to Simon. “You okay, bro?”

Simon dredged up a smile. The two had been friends a long time. “I’m fine. I’m glad you didn’t get dragged into a real fight, but it was good to have you here.”

“Right, sure.” Andy waved a hand toward the house. “Bye, Paul.” He pulled his hood up over his ears and headed off down the road to wherever he had parked his car.

I turned to Simon, still standing immovable in his doorway in sweatpants and a T-shirt. “Let’s take this inside,” I said gently. “You’re letting in the cold, and you may not feel it but Paul does.”

3 Comments leave one →
  1. rdafan7 permalink
    February 24, 2012 11:29 am

    Another great tease, um I mean excerpt 🙂 , sorry about the delay but it gives me something to look forward to. Can’t wait to see what’s in store for Aaron!

    After all March is almost here and I pre-ordered “The Rebuilding Year” today, so I’m good!

    • February 24, 2012 11:36 am

      Thanks – I hate when I say something will happen and it doesn’t, even when the hold-up is not on my end. But really it’s no big deal, and I do hope you enjoy The Rebuilding Year.

  2. Geri permalink
    February 25, 2012 9:15 am

    Thanks for the excerpt. I loved Unacceptable Risk, and I’m really looking forward to Aaron’s story. March is going to beagood month for reading!

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