Date Published: January 18, 2018
Publisher: Painted Hearts
Hi, my name is Trevor. I’m a wolf shifter. I say that like I know what I’m talking about. I don’t. I was simply running off a ton of steam one day when I was about eleven and bam! Okay, not quite that easy or fast but it happened when I was young and stupid. I’m also gay. I say that like I know what I’m talking about with that too. I simply don’t.
I’m grown up now and living in the big city which has me too busy to much care about either one of those things. I get out and run my wolf when I can, trying like hell to stay out of the local pack’s territories. Belonging to a “family” just sounds like too much work. I honestly don’t have time for such things. Besides, I was told when I was young the color of my wolf was all wrong. Too silver I guess. Metallic. I thought it looked cool in the full moon. “An Alpha would kill ya soon as look at ya.” My grandpa used to say. Course he wasn't my real grandpa. Just an old man who lived down the street. But he was a shifter too and I thought he knew it all. He probably knew diddly shit either but a guy can’t be too careful.
So romance? Way off the radar.
But then someone started killing wolves. Started leaving lined up broken bodies all in a nice little row next to the high school in my home town and it got me to thinking. If a shifter is killed in his or her wolf state, does he/she stay that way? Were these dead wolves like me?
I had to see what I could do. Kind of like a super hero. Oh yeah. Probably forgot to tell you this. I can turn invisible.
Yep, Ghost Wolf to the rescue.
ebook £3.62
Published
January 18th 2018
by Painted Hearts Publishing LLC
390 pages
Excerpt
So that was where I was at the
moment. The pack was going to track me down and kill me because I didn’t have a
pack and I peed in their territory and I was also pretty sure I brought the
smell of their Alpha into my bedroom. Not sure what that would do, but “help”
was not one of the verbs that came to mind.
Well, Grandpa, at least I got out
of my teens.
The knock on my door startled me
not only because of the direction of my thoughts but because it was loud and
hard enough to rattle the dishes in my cupboard.
But it wasn’t the pack out to fuck
and kill me.
It was the landlord. However, it
might just as well have been the damn pack because I didn’t have the money for
the rent which was now officially a week late. I had tiptoed to the door and
looked out that little peep hole thing but the asshole knew I was there. He
banged again and shouted out my name.
“Taland, you fucker! I know you’re
eyeballing me right now! You’re late with the damn rent and I’ll have you out
on your sorry little white ass if I don’t have it by tomorrow! You fucking see if
I don’t!” He wandered on down the hall then, pounding on a few more doors
saying pretty much the same thing. I don’t think any one of us came to the
door. Luckily, the man would drink himself into a stupor when he got back to
his apartment which, of course, was why he had said “tomorrow” rather than
later. He wouldn’t be able to even climb the stairs much less find my door
after he opened a bottle.
The hell of it was, he would be
back tomorrow and my part time job just did not do the trick. I had been able
to get into college with a scholarship and some money from a “friend” of my
mom’s but that unfortunately did not last long. And now with having to find all
the rent money myself, things were more than just tight. I knew I was looking
at having to drop out or at the very least, cut way back on the college credits
and put in far more hours at work. But I had this delusion I would have been
able to at least finish out the school year. Looked like that was not going to
happen.
Fuck, I needed to run again. It had only been
a handful of hours and it was already driving me nuts.
First thing on my day off, I was
going to find somewhere safe to shift and run.
The next day my Strategic
Management and Planning class went long and, the only other class I had that day,
Business Law, the professor was a half hour late. I had to leave half way
through his lecture in order to get to work on time. Then the supervisor,
Mitch, dumped all the stand-bys on me and still expected me to answer calls. By
time I got home I was already exhausted and the need to run was stronger than
ever.
Buses, my main mode of
transportation, went just about everywhere. I had studied the schedule along
with a map before going to bed and thought I found a fairly good place to try.
It was north of the city in a suburb called North Valley which had an expanse
of forest that belonged to the state. It didn’t mean there were no wolves but
at least there might be an argument the place didn’t belong to anyone in
particular. Yeah, a weak argument, I know, but I really just needed to let my
small pathetic little wolf out for a while without concern of discovery. The
only thing was, this time I wouldn’t go peeing up the place. Plus, the fact I
would be taking a bus to and from the woods, there would be no way to track me.
Totally wrong.
Why I thought I was safe was beyond
me. All I thought about was getting free again, on all fours, running like the
wind. I didn’t see him. I didn’t even smell him, not at first, not until it was
too late. I felt the wind rushing at me before the jolt to my flank knocked me
off balance. Suddenly I was rolling being tangled up in legs that were not my
own. When the world stopped spinning I found myself pinned under a heavy body,
a muzzle with sharp teeth drawn tight on my exposed neck. I had crazy visions
of the animal weighing me down simply ripping out my throat but precious long
seconds ticked by as I felt hot breath wash over my turned muzzle and neither
one of us moved. We merely breathed.
I shifted. It wasn’t a conscious
action. I think I did it out of self-defense. I would be bigger than the
animal, maybe be able to scare it away. But now I was just a naked skinny man
underneath a heaving dark gray wolf who was drawing blood from his hold on my
neck. Suddenly the teeth were gone. I felt a rough lick and the animal forcing
me into the forest floor shifted too.
Well, fuck me silly. Another
shifter.
Who would now probably kill me.
Book Review: ♥ ♥ ♥
Ghost wolf started off
like a dirty little secret. Trevor is gay, a shifter and clueless. He is
basically a walking train wreck. His story is told with dark humour and
a string of unfortunate events. He was adopted at birth and doesn't
know where he came from. He meets an older wolf who shows him some of
the shifter world, but also warns him that being a lone wolf is
dangerous. Trevor's wolf is beautiful and unique.
Being gay in a small town isn't easy and Trevor is still a virgin when he goes to study in the city. In the city, he finds wolves not to be what he expected. Ryan is the leader of the pack and Trevor's fated mate. Unfortunately, it's more complicated than that and he has some loose ends to tie up. Keith, another shifter is also interested in some sexy time and Trevor finds himself in high demand.
Shifters are a hated community in some humans eyes and someone is killing them off. Trevor fancies himself a hero but he has to find the problem first.
Ghost Wolf has some really good ideas and the writing style did have me laughing at times. It's a little crude and the main character is a loser. He's the type of person who stumbles through life.
There is an added fantasy fiction to this story which I really liked. Paranormal mystery at its best. I'm teasing I know but I don't want to give anything away.
I was a little unsure how this was going to go in the stars ratings for me but then the last 10% of the book happened. I didn't like it and it was just too far. It was supposed to be light-hearted humour, but I wish it wasn't there.
3 stars out of 5. This book started out really well, but there were a few bumps in the road that wasn't for me. I loved the synopsis and book cover. The writing style is what you would expect from reading the book description.
This book is for an adult audience and the sexy senses were just that. Trevor is learning who he is and has some sexy male/male fantasies. He gets his happily ever after and a place to call home.
I would definitely recommend this book for a light-hearted dark humour read. It's a male/male romance and the shifter element is good. I enjoyed this book and it's worth taking a look at.
I had a love/hate relationship with this book.
*I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Being gay in a small town isn't easy and Trevor is still a virgin when he goes to study in the city. In the city, he finds wolves not to be what he expected. Ryan is the leader of the pack and Trevor's fated mate. Unfortunately, it's more complicated than that and he has some loose ends to tie up. Keith, another shifter is also interested in some sexy time and Trevor finds himself in high demand.
Shifters are a hated community in some humans eyes and someone is killing them off. Trevor fancies himself a hero but he has to find the problem first.
Ghost Wolf has some really good ideas and the writing style did have me laughing at times. It's a little crude and the main character is a loser. He's the type of person who stumbles through life.
There is an added fantasy fiction to this story which I really liked. Paranormal mystery at its best. I'm teasing I know but I don't want to give anything away.
I was a little unsure how this was going to go in the stars ratings for me but then the last 10% of the book happened. I didn't like it and it was just too far. It was supposed to be light-hearted humour, but I wish it wasn't there.
3 stars out of 5. This book started out really well, but there were a few bumps in the road that wasn't for me. I loved the synopsis and book cover. The writing style is what you would expect from reading the book description.
This book is for an adult audience and the sexy senses were just that. Trevor is learning who he is and has some sexy male/male fantasies. He gets his happily ever after and a place to call home.
I would definitely recommend this book for a light-hearted dark humour read. It's a male/male romance and the shifter element is good. I enjoyed this book and it's worth taking a look at.
I had a love/hate relationship with this book.
*I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
About the Author
Hurri Cosmo lives in Minnesota where she holds tight to the idea that there, where it’s cold a good part of the year, she won’t age as fast. Yep, she avoids the truth as much as she avoids mirrors. But one of the reasons she loves writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, she doesn’t mind “real life” and she does try to at least keep it in mind when she writes her stories, but she truly loves creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every - single - time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason she loves reading this genre, too. Give her a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and her computer, whether she is reading or writing, and she will entertain herself for hours. The fact she actually gets paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.
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