Friday, April 24, 2020

Shift Out Of Luck Tour and Giveaway

Shift Out Of Luck 
Brimstone Inc Book 2 
by Abigail Owen 
Genre: Paranormal Romance 

The Montagues and Capulets have nothing on the Canis and Banes wolf packs. The two have been feuding for ages. The brutal murder of the Banes’ alpha only added fuel to the fire. And now there’s only one way to bring peace—the current alphas of each pack, Marrok and Tala, need a mating of convenience. 

Tala has her doubts. A thousand of them. 

Never mind that Marrok drives her body to levels of desire her vibrator has trouble keeping up with. If she can’t get her inner wolf—or her people—on board, forget peace, because she'll lose the tenuous control she has over the Canis pack. Her new mate is just so damn alpha. He’d better learn to play nice or Tala will have to show him who’s boss. 

But Marrok has plans of his own, and nothing and no one, not even Tala herself, can resist an alpha... 

This novella was previously self published as The Worse for Were but has undergone a complete re-edit. Scenes were added, things were changed, but the kissing still remains! 

His eager wolf practically burst from his body, forcing the shift faster than Marrok liked. He’d been wanting to play with Tala’s wolf for weeks. Months even.
Taking her in now, he gave a happy wag of his tail. Tala was a lovely wolf, all white with grey socks and grey around her face, slender and lean, shorter than he and smaller by at least thirty percent. No wonder she had chosen to become a weapons expert as her preferred form of fighting. He’d seen her wolf before, of course, but they’d been busy with a battle against a werewolf at the time.
Marrok loosed a playful growl, bunching his muscles to pounce. But Tala turned on him, dropped her head, her ears flattened, and she exposed her teeth. A menacing growl, nothing like the playful one he’d issued, ripped from her throat.
What the hell?
Tala?” he reached out with the telepathic connection all shifters shared when in animal form.
She didn’t answer. Staying low to the ground, she inched forward, her threat clear. Get away or pay with your life.
Marrok stood his ground and did his best not to react to her aggression even as reverberation of shock passed though him. He couldn’t believe his mate was posturing to attack.
Tala?” he tried again. “Talk to me.”
With a suddenness that upped his shock to cannon blast levels, she lunged. He turned in time to keep those deadly teeth from ripping out his throat.
His mate had gone mad.
He couldn’t let her kill him. Marrok used his experience fighting in this form to twist around her. With a burst of strength and speed, he barreled into her side, knocking her to the ground. In a flash, he was on top of her. Using his greater bulk, he pinned her to the ground. She went berserk, thrashing underneath him, snapping at him. Somehow—not easy around her snarling jaws and trying not to actually harm her—Marrok managed to get her neck between his teeth. He applied just enough pressure to get through and force her to stillness, her sides heaving.
Don’t make me do this,” he shoved the though as hard as he could, hoping to get through.
It took forever. Tala had to be fighting her animal from inside, but the rage that could overcome a wolf shifter had taken hold, making it near impossible to shift back. Finally, the tell-tale shimmering hovered around her form, blurring her in his vision this close up.
Once she was human enough, Marrok released her and backed off, making the change himself.
Breathing hard, they stared at each other.
What the hell was that, Tala?”
Her pale face reminded him of the moon—cold, remote, and unreachable. “I don’t know. She took over completely. I could hear you and see what was happening, but I couldn’t…” She shook her head. “I mean, she’s been standoffish about you lately, but why would my wolf want to attack her mate?”

The Demigod Complex 
Brimstone Inc book 1 
by Abigail Owen 
Genre: Paranormal Romance 

When Lyleia Naiad was head-hunted by Brimstone, Inc., for her job as Executive Assistant to a high-powered billionaire demigod, she was given one directive—do NOT fall in love with Castor Dioskouri. Doesn’t matter if he is the son of Zeus and can electrify a room with a single glance. As an ex-nymph, she possesses a unique ability—a gift from the goddesses to protect nymphs from the randy gods—to resist her boss's charms. 

Or so she thought. 

He insists she accompany him to an alpha wolf shifter mating ceremony, an event where the pheromones fly, and so do clothes...and inhibitions. 

Goddesses save her, because Castor has stolen into Lyleia’s heart, and she’s not so sure she can hold out much longer.. 

Castor was on his feet, in her space before he remembered making the decision to move. He managed to keep from touching her. “Forgive me.”
Lyleia’s eyes widened. “Nothing to forgive.” Only her lips remained stiff around the words.
“Don’t. Don’t do that. My comment was thoughtless.” Castor couldn’t remember the last time he’d apologized. To anyone.
Based on the confused crinkle between her brows, Lyleia was thinking the same. “It’s fine.”
She stood and somehow managed to scooch around him. “It’s late anyway.” She glanced at the thin-banded watch on her wrist. “And you have that charity event at eight.”
Damn. He’d almost forgotten about that.
Castor remained where he was behind his desk and watched his assistant gather her computer, notepad, and various folders, and walk away from him, a gulf seeming to grow between them with every step. Hips swaying in what he knew for sure was an unconscious grace, she did her version of hurrying to the door, clearly wanting to get away. From him dammit.
“Black tie,” she shot over her shoulder. “Don’t forget.”
As she closed the door, a white paper slipped to the ground, sliding across the hardwood floor with a whisper of sound.
Castor moved around his desk to pick up the envelope and had his hand outstretched for the doorknob to take it into Lyleia’s adjoining office only to pause at the sight of his name printed in her neat, looping handwriting.
Why hadn’t she given this to him?
Curious, he pulled out the single, type-written page.
“Dear Mr. Dioskouri,” it started.
Castor frowned. Not since the first week, when he’d corrected her a thousand times, had Lyleia addressed him so formally.
A frown furrowed his brown and descended to a scowl the more he read.
“I hereby tender my resignation…”
Castor went back to his desk and sat down, smoothing out Lyleia’s letter of resignation on the blotter and staring at it.
She was leaving him?
He’d thought… Dammit. He’d hoped. Stupidly apparently.
Forgetting the tux hanging in his private apartment one floor above, and the charity event he was slated to be speaking at in an hour, Castor leaned back in his chair and swiveled around to face the Austin skyline lit up outside his penthouse window. Not really seeing.
The question was, did he just let her go? Or did he do something about this?

Multi-award-winning paranormal romance author, Abigail Owen, loves plots that move hot and fast, feisty heroines with sass, alpha heroes with heart, a dash of snark, and oodles of sexy shifters! Other titles include wife, mother, Star Wars geek, ex-competitive skydiver, spreadsheet lover, Dr. Seuss quoter, eMBA, organizational guru, Texan, Aggie, and chocoholic. 

Abigail grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. She attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it. She currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own personal hero, her husband, and their two children, who are growing up way too fast. 

Abigail also writes award-winning contemporary romance under the name Kadie Scott. 

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