Title: Killianâs Solace
Author: Michelle Turner
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Moonstruck Cover Design
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When youâre a shifter you know two things for certain. One, youâll change into a wolf. And two, youâll find your true mate. Though he knows these things, Killian OâBrian has given up hope on the second thing happening for him. So, when his niece predicts his time has come heâs in complete disbelief.
Reeve Quinn has always had to hide her true self. So, when she gets offered a position in a small town run by wolf-shifters she thinks sheâs found the perfect chance to stop hiding and just be her. Little does she know sheâll find a whole lot more than acceptance.
Can Killian handle Reeveâs true self?
Can Reeve handle being mated to a wolf?
Or will they both be consumed by the ominous threat looming over the pack?
***Killianâs Solace is a novella (approximately 25,000 words)***
***Bloom Daniel Series spin-off***
***Warning This Book Contains Graphic Language***
Michelle is a native Ohioan. She lives with her boyfriend, son, and eight spoiled rotten animals. When she isn't spending time with her family you can find her with her nose stuck in a book or her head in the clouds as she dreams up new adventures for her characters.
The man slowly turns his head, and bright emerald eyes lock with my own slate blue ones. I swallow hard before jerking my eyes away from his to focus on the patient. âWhat happened?â
The little boy on the exam table looks between the man and me. His brow is furrowed in confusion. When he realizes the man isnât answering he takes it upon himself to do so. âI jumped off the swing.â
âA daredevil I see.â I force a smile on my face even though the man is still blocking my way. Reminding myself time is of the utmost importance I ask. âUmm, do you mind moving, so I can check out his arm?â
Before he can respond I hear the front door bell ding, muffled voices, and the sound of more foot fall heading my way. I twist my head to look behind me only to find the largest man Iâve ever seen. He has to duck his head to walk into the room, heâs so tall. Somehow, I work up the courage to ask. âCan I help you?â
Around the giant man a small attractive brunette woman pushes through and answers for him. âThatâs our son.â
âThen who is this?â I ask pointing at the man still on his knees.
âMy brother.â The giant answers, and then as if taking in the strange scene for the first time asks. âWhat in the world are you doing on the ground?â
Oddly, instead of responding to his brother, still staring at me, the man on his knees says. âYou smell like peppermint cocoa.â
âOh hell.â The brunette woman says before giggling.
âAbout time.â The giant chuckles.
I ignore them both and ask. âWhat?â
The man slowly picks himself up off the floor, moves closer to me (not that we arenât all already cramped in this small room), and states. âYou smell like a Christmas drink.â
âDid you fall too?â I ask.
âWhat?â He asks in return.
âDid you fall and hit your head?â I elaborate my earlier question.
The woman and giant break out into hysterical laughter this time. What is wrong with these people?
âOf course, I havenât.â
âHave you been drinking?â I ask, keeping with my line of questions. The parents of the boy start to laugh harder. I continue to ignore them.
âAre you asking if Iâm drunk?â The man questions me back.
âAlcohol has no impact on shifters.â I hear Megan holler from outside the room, having clearly been listening in to this train wreck.
âReally?â I ask the man.
âReally.â He responds, obviously getting agitated.
âCan they be diabetic?â I ask my next question.
âWhat the hell are you getting at?â The man asks, his bright green eyes flashing with agitation.
âYouâre not making any sense, so Iâm trying to assess the situation to make sure thereâs nothing medically wrong with you.â I explain what I believe is obvious. Instead of responding the man starts emanating a low growl.
I turn my head to ask the giant. âIs this normal behavior from your brother?â
Wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, he responds, âAbsolutely not.â
âOkay. Should I be concerned that heâs growling like that?â I have no experience around shifters, other than Doc, and not once in the all the years Iâve known him has he ever growled at me.
âHeâs not going to harm you.â The giant answers, giving me some relief.
âHe might bite her.â The woman gives as a contradicting answer.