Broken Silence will be out 2.26.16 from Decadent Publishing as #42 in the Black Hills Wolves series!! I was lucky enough to be able to write Paul's story, and anyone that reads #BHW knows of his tragic past of being muted by his Alpha when he was twelve. I loved loved LOVED getting to be the one to tell his story and share how he found his place in the pack again with his rainbow-haired mate, PG!!! Isn't the cover dark and just like he's waiting for something?!? Siiigghhhh Fiona Jayde you rock some serious awesomesauce! And a huge thank you to Rebecca Royce for giving me the pretty face on this story and convincing me I really DID have time to write it!! MWAH!!
Presley Ginger, a tiny human female, couldn’t have been further from what he expected to walk into the bar and alter his future. But he couldn’t tell her anything about his wolf or his shift. Nothing. Bound by a direct order from the enforcer to keep her in the dark, his need for her would never see the light of day. Then the moon rose above him in the presence of his mate and changed everything.
For years, in the background is where he stayed, unable to find his voice. Until his rainbow-haired mate showed up in the Black Hills—with the answer in her hands.
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Paul woke screaming.
Well. His version of screaming. A
bit different with no tongue. He tried to strangle the noise in his throat by
clenching his teeth and it finally worked.
Breath rushed in and out of his
lungs and he wiped at his face.
Wet.
Wet with blood.
Panic gripped him as he fumbled for
the light on his nightstand.
Several things hit the floor before
he found the switch.
Wiping his face again, his heart
stopped as he looked at his hand.
Sweat.
His head hit the headboard as he
relaxed.
It was only sweat. Thank God.
He counted to a hundred to try to
calm his erratic pulse. And then did it again until he could breathe normally.
His future was Hail Mary’d that
day. His life was thrown as hard as possible into the wind with who knew what
on the other end.
He could have died. If he were
human, he probably would have.
Yet—he’d lived.
Some days he wondered if surviving
was a good thing or a bad thing.
Things were better with Drew, the
new Alpha—an immeasurable amount better. More than a decade after he was
ostracized from the pack, Drew returned to take his rightful place at the head
of it. Challenging his father, Drew killed Magnum in an alpha challenge.
It was quick. Decisive.
The fact someone had been poisoning
Magnum for some time played little into the outcome of the fight. Paul had his
suspicions, but he said
nothing—warned no one. Magnum’s death proved far quicker than Paul had wanted.
The man who mutilated him should
have suffered. He didn’t like having those feelings but they were there. They
were there for Magnum and for the five wolves who’d stolen his future.
They were all dead—every one of
them. Taken out because they couldn’t be trusted. Killed because they’d decided
their hate was worth fighting for.
They’d been wrong.
Sometimes….
Sometimes Paul wouldn’t remember
they were dead. Sometimes getting stuck in the past was as simple as slipping
on an old coat full of holes. The illusion of warmth clung to his foggy brain
but he was so cold. His faith in others? Fleeting, so he had a hard time
putting his trust in anyone.
Or friendship.
Or love.
He shook his head and ran his
fingers over his short blond hair, making sure it was still cropped close to
his skull.
Short. He always kept his hair
short now.
Short enough no one could grab it.
Never again would it be used
against him.
Staring at his hands in front of
him, he measured their width. Their size was the same as the other wolves in
the pack, but his hands didn’t pull the same weight. He was damaged goods.
Unable to speak to anyone, he looked at the nightstand to find his only method
of communicating. Two things which hadn’t fallen were his notepad and pen he
kept with him all the time. So he could write clipped messages to people when
he had to communicate.
It got the job done, but the
necessity left him even more disconnected. Relaxing his biceps, he let his
hands fall to his lap then closed his eyes, as he tried to focus past the
nightmare.
The pack had hope again—stronger
than ever thanks to the deaths. They’d found unity and faith in their Alpha.
Hell, they even found faith in each other, in their pack, first decimated by a
madman then wounded by another.
The members of the Black Hills
Wolves were coming home. He was happy to be a part of the growth. Happy to help
welcome them back. He’d stayed for so many years with the hope of witnessing the
resurrection of their pack.
Theirs.
Not his.
Never his, because he was separate
from them. Lesser. He’d never be Alpha. Sure as hell wasn’t a dominant wolf by
any stretch of the word. Barely even a beta with the females of the pack. He
was relegated to being an omega. A weakling. Yes they all told him he was
needed. Wanted even. They told him omegas made the pack stronger, they
helped—but how? No, he didn’t see it.
He shook his head and rubbed it one
more time.
The night was so silent all around
him.
Where he always stayed. In the
silence.
Most days it still felt as if he
were free falling toward a black future with nothing to hold onto. Where he’d
land, he didn’t know.
All he prayed for each night and every morning? To find when he
landed—he wouldn’t be alone.
Hope everyone loves Paul as much as I do!!
Jennifer Kacey
About the Author
Jennifer Kacey is a
writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings
in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of
nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real
you and never settle for anything less.
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