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NEW RELEASE SNEAK PEEK: Wolf’s Honor

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My new book, Wolf’s Honor, is available today! Currently, it’s only been released on Amazon and Kobo, but Barnes & Noble and iBooks will have it soon (it’s being distributed by Draft2Digital, so retailers will receive it at different times).

A dark-haired knight, half in shadow, holding a sword in front of him.

 

A low-born half-human, Henry Barley has fought all his life to find his place. Though he lives and fights alongside them, the wolves of the Canis Clan won’t let him forget the shameful circumstances of his birth—circumstances he would never wish on another wolf. As violence unrest grows within the castle walls, Henry fears for the life of one woman—and the half-wolf child she bears.

As a prisoner of Lord Canis, Ursula has known only violence at the hands of the monsters she is forced to serve. The child she carries is a death sentence, and the only way to escape her fate is to place her life in the hands of a wolf…

CW: Contains depiction of pregnancy by rape

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Wolf’s Honor can be read on its own, but its prequel, Bride Of The Wolf, is still on sale for 99¢ until Halloween!

Read on for a sneak peek at Wolf’s Honor.

Beside him, the girl blinked and breathed hard. Her eyes widened and filled with tears, as though she only finally realized her freedom. She took a shaking step forward, her hand lingering in his. The moment her fingertips slipped from his grasp, she bolted away through the trees.

“Do not run!” he called after her, but she did not heed his warning and he dared not shout again. His blood beat in his veins, the wolf clawing to come out. Somewhere behind the castle walls, another of the clan raised a howl, and he doubled over on himself. Beads of sweat stood out on his forehead. He clenched his hands to fists. If he let it take him over, now, he would rip her apart, feast on her entrails.

He wanted that. No. His wolf wanted that. The line between the two blurred.

Inside Blackens Gate, the drums beat. The cheers of men and women mingled with the frantic howling of wolves. They would overrun the castle, devouring servants unlucky enough to not find shelter first. Then, the violence would spill into the forest, chasing and fucking and baying at the moon, their goddess of insanity.

Why do you fight me, she seemed to call from the heavens. Why not give in?

He had no answer. His wolf emerged, rending his garments, pouring black fur down his skin and reshaping his limbs. It was but a moment before his mind left him and the animal took over. He smelled the girl, the unwashed fear and shame on her, and all four of his feet pounded after her. There would be blood and tight flesh to rip with his teeth. He would bathe in gore beneath the light of moon, still pale blue against the dismal twilight. When it was round and yellow, he would have eaten his fill. He smelled the shape of her footprints. She had bounded the wrong way, straight for the castle gates.

No! I meant to help her escape! It was a rare thing, to be so clear headed beneath the moonlight. A flash of precognition came to him, perhaps from the mad goddess herself. He saw the girl, a swaddled babe at her breast. The firelight showed the perspiration on her brow, on her bare shoulder. She looked from the babe to him, directly into his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak to him.

A scream shattered the air and his vision all at once. His feet pounded down the forest floor, but not to kill. To protect. Her cry echoed off the trees again, and he silently implored her, Do not run from them! Do not give them a reason to chase you!

Two large wolves had her backed against a fallen log. Her hair fell into her eyes, and a trickle of blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. Henry watched as the muscles in the backs of the two huge gray wolves rippled, slowing their stalk toward her, preparing them to lunge. A low, deep snarl passed through his jaws. The wolves turned at once and paced tight circles around each other, a barrier between the prey and the interloper that had come upon them. Henry growled and snapped, catching a tail, and a loud yelp split the air. The other wolf tackled him, tumbling him across the loam. He struggled to find his footing as teeth sank around the back of his neck. He twisted free and charged at the girl, who scrambled back, falling over the log to sprawl in the dirt.

The wolf came at him again, and Henry met him head on, throwing his body hard against his attacker. It staggered sideways and padded off, in search of easier game. It must have been one of the younger wolves, afraid to break social rank even on a night of unbridled hedonism. The second wolf was not so easily deterred.

The animal circled and snarled, considering another attack, but keeping Henry on the defensive. When the beast finally sprang, teeth sank into Henry’s head, above and below his eye. He yelped and whipped to the side, tearing free. Blood streamed into his eye and obscured his vision, but he knocked the other wolf down. He caught the scent of the beast’s sweat, and recognized him.

Either he intended to bring the girl back to Blackens Gate, or he meant to kill her for the part she had played in his humiliation at dinner.

Henry thought of his own mother. He thought of the life she might have led, the child he might have been. He looked at the girl frozen on the ground, pale and trembling with fear, and he wanted to kill. But not her.

He sprang at Lucas, knocking him hard into the ground. Before the other wolf could recover, Henry was upon him and closed his mouth over the animal’s jaw. Lucas’s back legs ceased their helpless kicking, and he whined his forfeit. Henry drew blood, just to be certain the yield held once he released him. With his body between the wolf and the girl, Henry bared his teeth in challenge, and Lucas backed away a few paces before turning to run.

On the other side of the fallen tree, the girl still lay in the dirt, propped back on her elbows. Her eyes grew wider, and she whimpered in fear. She did not recognize him, Henry realized. There was no way to reassure her but to change back, difficult and painful as it was in the light of the moon. His very bones protesting, he forced himself to reshape his limbs, to straighten and walk upright, the sable hair melting away. He groaned as the split skin around his eye changed shape, and reached to wipe away the blood.

On the ground, she looked up at him, and he knew what a sight he must be, dirty, naked, and breathing hard after a fight that had left him wounded. Once he had recovered enough to speak, he asked, “What is your name, girl?”

She did not make a move to run, this time. “Ursula.”

“Ursula,” Henry repeated, before a nearby howl turned his head sharply north. He looked back to her, conjuring the most commanding tone he could muster. “Because of you, we are alone and unarmed in a forest full of wolves. Do not disobey me again.”

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7 Comments

  1. Jo
    Jo

    Hi Jenny,
    Maybe it’s a stupid question, but is this serie erotic or not?
    Thanks!

    October 25, 2016
    |Reply
  2. Maggie
    Maggie

    Buying now! So excited!

    October 25, 2016
    |Reply
  3. Atrista
    Atrista

    Just bought it!! Thanks for the dedication.

    October 26, 2016
    |Reply
  4. Regret
    Regret

    I think you made a typo in the introduction:
    “As violence unrest grows within the castle walls,”

    I think you meant one of these:
    “As violent unrest grows within the castle walls,”
    Or
    “As violence and unrest grow within the castle walls,”

    Now that I picked that nit, I will be keeping an eye out for this book, that was an enticing sample.

    October 31, 2016
    |Reply
    • JennyTrout
      JennyTrout

      I will never have a book release where I don’t do something stupid like that.

      October 31, 2016
      |Reply
      • Regret
        Regret

        Nobody can be perfect all the time, not even you.
        🙂

        November 1, 2016
        |Reply
  5. Loviatar
    Loviatar

    Bought both Bride of the Wolf and Wolf’s honor this week. Loved them both!

    October 31, 2016
    |Reply

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