The Blackwood Pack saga continues…
This is part of an on-going series by Amazon Bestselling Author, Mary Rundle, and catching up on previous titles is advised. Readers of the past books will enjoy meeting old friends once more as the pack does what it does best ̶ caring for one another and helping shifters everywhere.
Brian, a.k.a. “The Loch Ness Monster” has searched for his Fated Mate in vain for more than 600 years until he scents Reif in the frigid waters of the lake. But his mate seems to be purposely eluding him, so Brian turns to the Shaman of the Blackwood Pack to help find him.
Reif, one of a line of ancient shifters thought to be extinct is drawn to Brian but must focus on completing a mission to free his enslaved people from the clutches of an evil group. Despite his powerful attraction to Brian, he hides from him, believing it’s the only choice he has.
That changes when Reif surreptitiously kisses Brian while he’s sleeping, setting off a chain of events that puts both of them in mortal danger, and the powerful Blackwood pack resolves to help them stave off the wrath of vampires and witches.
Along the way, both Brian and Reif learn some hard lessons about the mutual trust necessary to achieve the happiness and fulfillment both have sought for hundreds of years.
A heartbreaking confession, an action-packed rescue, a riveting courtroom battle and many unexpected twists and turns make this passionate love story by Mary Rundle impossible to put down once you’ve read the first page.
Hello and thank you for hosting me today. I’m so happy to be here for the hosting of my blog tour with an exclusive excerpt of Serpent’s Teardrop, Book 7 of the Blackwood Pack series. Featured in this book is Brian and Reif, Fated Mates, who must confront trouble and danger, not to mention unexpected twists and turns, on a wild journey before finding their HEA. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
Logan felt someone shaking him and then sensed the car had stopped. Opening his bleary eyes, he gazed out the window at the wisps of fog still floating around the boats.
“Sorry to wake you sir, but we’re here,” someone said. Shifting his eyes to the enforcer who had awakened him, Logan nodded. Then, turning to Kieran, he said, “Babe, wake up,” and tapped both Colton and Ian on the shoulder. “C’mon, guys, we’re here.” Opening the car door, Logan’s head was quickly cleared by the inrushing cold air.
“Macushla?” Kieran asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Do you see Brian?”
“No, he must be on his boat.” Climbing out of the car, Logan clasped Kieran’s hand, leading them all to the slip where Brian’s boat was docked.
There was no sign of life outside the boat; only a creaking noise coming from the open door leading to the cabin as it swung back and forth in the early morning breeze. Guided by his spirit, Kieran jumped aboard and headed down below where he found a near-frozen Brian staring at a letter. “Macushla, come quick!” Grabbing a blanket from one of the aft berths, Kieran threw it around the sea serpent’s shoulders and began to vigorously rub his arms.
Now, with all of them present, Ian quickly assessed the situation. “Colton, more blankets. Logan, I need something hot for him to drink. Kieran, find Reif.”
Hearing Ian’s last command, Brian looked up from the note he was clutching in his fist and his eyes found the Shaman. “He’s gone and he’s never comin’ back. He does nae want our babies.”
“What do you mean?” Kieran said, prying the piece of paper from the sea serpent’s fingers and, after quickly reading it, passed it on to Ian. “You listen to me, Captain. I don’t believe this for a second. Something happened to Reif and we must find him. I know he wanted the babies so don’t try to tell me he didn’t.” Placing his hands on Brian’s back, they heated up, drawing all the sadness and hopelessness out of him and replacing it with love.
Ian wrapped the extra blankets around Brian and held a mug of hot tea to his lips. “Drink.”
Closing the door to the cabin, Logan turned on a heater, then took the note from Ian, read it and proclaimed it “bullshit.” Last night at the party, he and Reif had talked about the beast’s pregnancy and how excited Reif was about his impending fatherhood. Now, less than eight hours later, Reif supposedly had changed his mind. “Brian,” said Logan softly, “I agree with my mate that this note is nonsense, but even if you want to ignore our opinion, you can’t ignore our spirit’s warning that the baby sea dragons are in danger.”
Stricken upon hearing that, Brian cried out. “Ye mean he’s gonna get rid of our babies?”
“Hell no!” exclaimed Logan. “That’s not what I mean at all. Something has happened that has put Reif, his beast and the babies in danger. You have to tell us what happened last night. When did he give you this note?” he asked, slapping it down on the galley table.
Sitting beside the sea serpent, Kieran softly murmured, “Brian, will you trust me?”
Listening to the same words the Shaman had spoken to Reif, Brian remembered how he urged his mate to do so. Can I do anythin’ less? Slowly he nodded, feeling the hope Kieran was sending him.
“Thank you,” Kieran said. “Now after the party, you and Reif went to your boat, is that right?”
“Ay. We were goin’ to stay here while we searched for a house.”
“Okay, then I assume both of you made it here.”
“Ay, we did.”
“Then what happened?” asked Kieran, keeping his voice low.
“Reif was goin’ to unpack while I washed up for bed.”
“When I came out of the head, he was gone, leavin’ the note behind.”
Colton was reading it while Brian was talking and something wasn’t right. Carefully examining it, it finally hit him what it was. “Guys, look at the handwriting. Does it look familiar?”
Taking it from his brother, Logan studied it. “Fuckingbedamned! I’d bet anything the same person who did all the fake documents wrote this note.”
“Let me see.” Brian examined it, but though he saw the similarities, he wasn’t totally convinced. “It might be, but if it ‘tis, what does that mean? That my mate was in on the green diamond scam all along?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Logan said, “but I’d guess the group didn’t like losing the sea dragons if they never expected the diamond to be found. Zane might be able to find out if the same person was hired to write this note.”
“Brian, will you come back to the hotel with us?” asked Kieran.
“But if what ye say is true, and Reif is bein’ held a prisoner, should nae I stay here in case they release him?”
“We can leave two enforcers here but I think it’s better if you’re with us in case Zane has any questions,” Kieran said. “C’mon. The faster we get to Zane the faster we’ll have some answers.” He helped Brian up, keeping the blankets wrapped around him as they left the cabin and made their way to the waiting car.
About Mary Rundle
The first book I ever wrote was Dire Warning in 2017 and, much to my delight, it became an Amazon Best Seller. Readers loved it and I was on my way to chronicling the Blackwood Pack, seven brothers who are gay wolf shifters in search of their fated mates– stories about love at first sight with twists and turns, angst and humor, romance and adventure and, of course, happy endings.
Now, six books later, Ghost Walker, another Best Seller, has just been released to critical acclaim. I love the M/M paranormal genre because it gives my imagination a lot of territory in which to roam. My mind can really run wild and come up with some amazing stuff when it doesn’t have to stay inside the box
My readers tell me they feel like they’re a member of the pack as the stories unfold. As if they’re right there in the middle of the action. Others tell me it’s like watching a fast-paced movie. My writing style pulls no punches– readers love it and are always clamoring for the next book.
Stories come to me as if they were being channeled by my characters, all of whom I love (except for a few villains). They are eager to recount their lives, loves and adventures and are not inhibited when it comes to revealing steamy details.
I currently live in the Northeast and love the beautiful change of seasons, my husband, and our quirky calico cat, though not necessarily in that order. I’m always happy to hear from my readers and can be reached through Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, or my website.
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