Title: Shifters of Black Forest Ridge: Quinn
Author: Sedona Venez
Genre: Shifter Romance, PNR
Cover Designer: JoY Design Studio
Publication Date: Sept. 27th, 2022
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
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Blurb:
Enjoy this steamy shifters series by USA Today Bestselling paranormal romance author Sedona Venez…
Without mates, shifters in Black Forest Ridge are going feral. My pack and I will share that same fate if we can’t find our destined mates.
Imani applied for a position at a B&B. Little does she know that the casting of a mating spell and the secret surging through her veins is what truly lured her here to the Ridge.
The instant I met her, I felt the magnetic tug of our mate bond. But her world has been turned upside down, and she’s far from ready to accept her role as my alpha female in Black Forest Ridge. Even if I’m desperate for her to be mine, she doesn’t feel the same pull I do.
She needs time to accept she’s mine… and my time is running out.
Will I be able to convince her that she’s my fated mate before I lose myself to the feral madness?
Shifters of Black Forest Ridge: Quinn is a standalone in this spicy small town shifter romance series with a happily ever after. Each book focuses on a different pair of fated mates. You’ll enjoy this series if you like shifter romance with fated mates, forbidden love, a band of brothers, growly protective former military alphas, and tough, hilarious heroines.
USA Today Bestselling Author Sedona Venez lives in New York City with her former military hubby--hooah--and their fur baby. She loves writing sizzling, sexy intricate stories about strong but broken characters who push limits, overcome their fears, and risk it all for love. You can visit her website: https://sedonavenez.com/
Sedona's absolute favorite thing to do is connect with her readers. If you are a super fan who wants more exclusive content, visit here for more info: https://sedonavenez.com/free-book/
Inside, the space was so warm it made my chilled skin sting. I panned my eyes around the bright area. The far side of this room had a full, large kitchen. On the northside was a larger dining room area, where a long table, overhung by an antler chandelier, seated a group of men the size of linebackers, who were now staring at me as if they’d discovered a new species and didn’t know if I was dangerous.
A heavy silence descended on the room, and the only thing missing was the loud chirp of crickets.
My heart battered against the wall of my chest. Sh*t. And they’re massive, like they could lift a d*mn truck.
They were all scowling, and each strong-featured man wore a long-sleeved button-up work shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots, tanned as if they spent lots of time outdoors rounding up cattle.
I swallowed hard. Sweat coated my clammy hands and prickled under my arms. Oh God. Did I jump out of the frying pan into the fire?
My breath quickened, going into panic mode.
Are they a cult of crazy cowboys?
I’d watched enough horror movies to know that a lone female surrounded by big, strange, angry men never had a happy ending.
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