Had to put this pic here because it’s just so pretty.
Here’s a hint about my next book which is the first in a new series.
Nine dragons
Before you get excited about dragons, there are no dragons in this book. That tidbit will tell you the location of the story. Let me know in the comments if you guess where it is.
I should have the cover by next Saturday.
I’m about a quarter of the way into the new book, but it’s hard to share anything at the moment without giving too much away. I’ll post a snippet next week.
Instead, I have part of the final scene in The Alpha’s Bond.
***
When the two alphas returned to the house discussing the damage the unseasonably heavy rain had caused, Max was changing the baby’s diaper. Snowball, Sam’s cat, was curled on the couch next to the omega.
Good, he’s distracted with Isla. Perhaps he won’t notice.
“Did Trixie sneak out with you?” The omega scanned the living room and pointed to a half-eaten apple on the floor. “That’s strange. She normally eats her snacks.”
She’s lost interest in apples.
Sam cleared his throat and shot Seb a quick look. “She’s with Harold.”
The omega frowned. “I’ve never met him. Who is he?”
“He’s a boar.”
Max laughed and shook his head. “That’s okay. Trixie has a huge personality. I’m sure she’ll keep him entertained.”
Seb scratched his ear. He won’t like this. “Max, Harold is a b-o-a-r, not a b-o-r-e.”
“Huh?” The omega put Isla over his shoulder and rubbed her back. The baby reached out and grabbed her father’s hair.
Seb observed his mate’s face change from confusion to realization to horror.
“What? What! No!”
His shriek startled the baby, and she cried out. “I’m sorry, Isla.” Max kissed his daughter’s forehead and handed her to Seb.
The alpha cuddled the little girl and whispered to her as he put a hand in front of the door. “Don’t, Max.”
“Please, Seb. Let me out.”
“Max,” the alpha pleaded with the omega. “It’ll upset you.”
“Trixie’s my baby too. And this is not happening.”
The alpha sighed and waved his mate through the doorway. This won’t be pretty.
“Trixie! Trixie, where are you?”
Seb followed the omega and buried his face in his daughter’s hair. “Daddy’s going to yell, Isla. Don’t be scared.”
Max stormed onto the porch. “Trixie?” As he caught sight of the pig, his voice changed. “Trixie. Trixie! Stop that right now.”
Seb put his hand on his mate’s shoulder. “It’s time, Max. She’s a big girl.”
The omega shook off the alpha and raced into the yard. “Trixie! Come here. I’m ordering you to leave that pig and come home with me. Get away from that boar.”
Sam poked his head through the doorway and eyed the two pigs. “She’s grinning.”
The omega swirled around, his cheeks bright red and a vein pulsed on his forehead. “She most definitely is not.” Flinging himself back toward Trixie and Harold, Max leaned over the wooden fence separating him and his pig.
“Trixie! I demand you stop that. Oh no!” Max covered his eyes.
Oh God, I can’t watch this. “Isla, don’t look.”
“Ewww!” Max and Seb moaned in unison.
“It seems Trixie has found a beau, Max.”
“No!” With his bottom lip quivering and his eyes glistening with unshed tears, the omega hunched his shoulders. “She’s my baby, too, Seb. This can’t be happening.”
“She’ll always love you—love us—but…”
“No buts.”
Seb stifled a grin. No butts. “In life, there are always buts. Life is one pig butt.” Shit. “I mean big butt.” Stop, Seb. You’re making it worse.
“Come inside.” The alpha put an arm over his mate’s shoulder and with one final glance at his darling Trixie, Max allowed Seb to guide him into the living room.
“We’re going to need a bigger house.”
Seb grinned and imagined wriggling pink piglets. But he paused as a thought struck him. I’m not sharing a bed with Harold!
***
