Hi everyone!
Wolf’s Winter is available NOW! 🙂 I’m so in love with this cover! Ahhhh! (See the Christmas tree hiding in the background???)
If you have your copy of SUPERNATURAL SEASONS GREETINGS then you already have this shifter holiday novella, but it’s now available on it’s own as part of the Salem Pack series now!
Even better news??? Scribd has already grabbed the audiobook rights for both Wolf’s Witch and Wolf’s Winter so we’ll have them in audio in a few months too!!! YAY!!!
Happy Reading!!!
BLURB:
It’s Christmas in Salem, and Winter Allen isn’t just playing the Ghost of Christmas Past in the community theater’s production of A Christmas Carol, she’s actually seeing them. And this spirit is worried that the people responsible for her murder are now after her daughter. Somehow the ghost knows Winter is a witch, and her ice magic may be the key to saving the ghost’s daughter.
Jackson Walker is a PI in Salem, but he’s also a werewolf, and his heightened senses give him an edge. When a witch from the Coven of Light contacts him asking for help in finding a missing woman, he’s quick to agree. The last thing he expects to discover is that Winter is his one true mate.
With a nefarious law firm hunting for witches, the holidays have never been more dangerous, but Winter can protect herself. Her real fear is losing her heart, and one kiss under the mistletoe with Jackson just might seal her fate…
Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BY9Z22Z4/
B&N – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wolfs-winter-lisa-kessler/1143204918?ean=2940186759485
KOBO – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/wolf-s-winter-2
Apple – Coming soon
Google Play – https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=bXyzEAAAQBAJ
Excerpt:
Winter
As I opened the stage door, Jackson turned around, his gaze locking on mine. My heart fluttered before I could remind myself the big guy had a mate out there somewhere and it wasn’t me. That realization threw cold water on the heat he’d kindled in my bloodstream.
The stage crew had done an amazing job decorating the lobby like the inside of Fezziwig’s Christmas party complete with a ten-foot Christmas tree, candles in the windows, and small balls of mistletoe hanging from a few of the ornate chandeliers. Jackson was wearing a red sweater that hugged his toned torso. His black wool coat was draped over his arm, and in his other hand, he clutched a bouquet of red and purple roses.
He smiled and the clusters of people in the lobby parted as he walked through toward me. Offering me the flowers, he shook his head. “You were amazing up there tonight.”
I took the bouquet and brought the blooms to my nose. Between the intoxicating fragrance of the flowers and the realization that he’d given them to me, my knees went rubbery. I smiled up at him. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.” I studied them again. “This is the first time anyone’s ever given me flowers after a show.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope.” I met his eyes again. “I love them.”
“Can I take you out for a drink or something?”
I glanced down at my clothes and chuckled. “I need to get changed and take off this stage makeup.”
The corner of his lips quirked up into a crooked smile. “You’re worth the wait.”
I laughed. “Okay. I’ll try to be fast.”
As I turned, he caught my elbow and pointed up. I followed his direction to find a ball of mistletoe with a red velvet ribbon tied to the chandelier hanging directly over my head. My pulse thrummed as my gaze fell to his face.
His voice was deep and husky. “Tradition, right?”
That was all it was. I nodded slowly. “Who knows what would happen if we ignored it?”
“That’s what I was thinking.” He brought his hand up to caress my cheek as he searched my eyes. Goosebumps prickled up my arms, and desire pooled low in my belly. He leaned in closer, and time slowed as his lips tenderly brushed mine.
But the chaste beginning faded as his other arm slid around my waist. He held me tighter, and I tilted my head, returning the kiss with a hunger I didn’t recognize. He growled into my mouth, his tongue parting my lips.
The flowers were getting crushed between us, but I barely noticed. Every touch made me ache for more.
I’d dated a few times as an adult, but no one had ever kissed me like this.
The rest of the world faded away and time ceased to exist. It was just us. A faint whisper from the shadows of my mind reminded me that I’d be cast aside. I wasn’t his mate, and once he found her, I’d be forgotten. I’d be fun for now, but eventually discarded, rejected like I had been all my life.
But I didn’t push him away. The holidays were always lonely and empty for me. Maybe this year didn’t have to be that way. The future didn’t matter.
I could enjoy him for now. Merry Christmas didn’t have to be forever. I hummed against his lips as he gradually lightened the kiss. When I blinked my eyes open, he rested his forehead to mine.
“Wow.” His voice cracked as his thumb caressed my cheek. “You should probably get changed so we can get out of here.”
“Good plan.” But I didn’t move. Maybe I couldn’t. I didn’t try. “If high school me had known you kissed like that, she would’ve made it a point to meet you.”
“I don’t remember any kisses like that in high school.” He chuckled as he lifted his head. “Get changed. I’ll go invest in more mistletoe.”