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Book
Title: Lila’s Wolf
Author
Name: Sofia Grey
Name
of series and book number in series: Out of Time
series; this is book #1
Genre:
Dark time-travel romantic
suspense
Date
of Publication: 4 September 2014
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The only way to
save him, might be to leave him behind
Blurb:
When Lila Cammell is abandoned by her time-jump
partner, leaving her alone in Britain in the Dark Ages, revenge is the only
thing on her mind. She’d trusted Jared Grohl with her life and her heart, and
bringing him to justice will be sweet.
Finding him
captured and enslaved by the Saxons changes all her assumptions. Now it’s a
fight for survival, but the only way to save him, might be to leave him behind.
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Author
bio:
Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days
managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf
shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line,
but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths.
When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’
flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.
Music is
interwoven so tightly into my writing that I can’t untangle the two. Either I’m
listening to a playlist on my iPod, have music seeping from my laptop speakers,
or there’s a song playing in my head – sometimes on auto-repeat.
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Short
Excerpt:
Released from his mistress’
quarters, Jared made his way through the corridors to the kitchen, to fetch her
a snack. The cook made him wait long minutes, and he stood in the open doorway,
gazing out at the fields beyond. More strangers arriving. A flash of
corn-colored hair caught his eye, and he squinted to try and see them better. A
young woman with a man’s arm around her, and with that bright hair she was most
probably a visiting Saxon cousin. Not Lila. He let out a breath he
hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
One day, it would be
the ghardians. They wouldn’t abandon him. No matter how bad it was, he
hung onto that thought, the single belief that sustained him through every day,
The tray was loaded with mead,
rough bread, and stewed plums, and his stomach grumbled at the enticing smells.
If Hilde had been pleased, she might share, otherwise he’d have to wait for
supper with the other slaves. He repeated his mantra inside his head: My name
is Jared, and I will be free again.
Longer
excerpt:
Marc returned an hour later, tapping quietly on the door in the signal we’d established. Two swift knocks. Pause. One more. Pause. Then another two. I threw back the bolt and practically fell upon him, needing the comfort of another person. Needing his touch. He gave a short, pleased laugh and pulled me firmly into his arms, while sliding the bolt back into place.
“It’s okay. They didn’t see
me.” He draped one arm around my waist, the other across my shoulders. I felt
his fingers stroking my neck and I buried my face against his throat. The
intimate embrace felt strangely comfortable and it was a long moment before I
realized Marc seemed equally happy with this. He dropped a soft kiss on my
hair. “Lila, we need to talk.”
I snapped back to attention
and wriggled free. “He was here.” My voice came out as a whisper. “Rowena
brought Jared here. She wanted to know if I knew him.”
Marc’s eyes widened. He
grabbed my hand and led me to sit on the bed with him. “Tell me everything.” I
recounted the tale, and he listened carefully, prompting me when I hesitated.
He held my hand as I spoke, his thumb brushing gently across my fingers.
“The way she said cellar,”
I couldn’t hold back a shudder. “It sounded like some kind of punishment. How
soon can we leave and get him out of here?”
His hand stilled on mine.
“That’s where we may have a problem. I can’t be sure the signal went through.
The communicator failed.”
“So that means…”
“It means we wait for the
scheduled pickup in two weeks’ time.” He hesitated, and my heart plummeted to
my feet. “It means we’re on our own.”
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