Here’s the new cover.
I was going to title the book The Alpha’s Oath which looks fine in writing, but try repeating it!!! I dare you to say it without sounding as though you have a mouthful of cotton wool.
Here’s part of a scene which involves Trixie and sibling rivalry. I’ve skimmed through this snippet, but it’s not been edited.
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“Please get Trixie. I don’t want her to be alone. She’s so sad.”
“I’m on it.”
“Maybe we should put her here.” The omega patted the mattress. “She used to snuggle beside me when I was pregnant.”
The alpha shook his head. “That’s not a good idea, Max. Her trotters are sharp, and I don’t want her near you or the baby. Besides, if she’s really annoyed, she might hurt you deliberately.”
Never. “She wouldn’t do that, Seb. I don’t believe she’d be violent.”
A thump near the door had both alpha and omega glance up. Trixie had her doll between her teeth and was shaking it. A dolly arm landed on top of the laundry basket. Bits of shredded, woolen hair showered the piglet’s head, and Trixie peered between the strands. She reminds me of an aging pop musician.
Pieces of fabric flew across the room as the doll’s head plopped on the floor, her mouth arranged in a permanent scream.
Seb turned to his mate. “You were saying?”
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