Monday, December 2, 2013

Hunger Moon (Victoria Storm Series) by Melissa Snark: Spotlight and Excerpt

THE CHILD THIEF by Melissa Snark
A Victoria Storm novella
#1 Loki's Wolves series
Genre:  Paranormal/urban fantasy
Published:March 17, 2013
Amazon ASBN B00CJ1D1BI
ISBN 9781301101122

Valkyrie Victoria Storm has werewolf hunters hell bent on revenge trying to kill her. She can barely keep her own downtrodden pack alive, let alone respond to the pleas of a murdered mother.  Can she set aside her differences and work with her sworn enemy to save a little boy from a Christmas nightmare?
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HUNGER MOON by Melissa Snark
A Victoria Storm novel
#2 Loki's Wolves series
Genre:  Paranormal/urban fantasy
Published April 25, 2013
ISBN-10: 1492107581
ISBN-13: 978-1492107583
Amazon ASBN B00CJ1D1BI

Blurb: Victoria Storm faces seemingly insurmountable odds to keep her dwindling pack of werewolves alive and together. She fights hunters- including the brother and father of her deceased lover-and the pack takes another devastating loss. When they seek sanctuary in a small town near Lake Tahoe, high in the secluded Sierra Nevada Mountains, Victoria discovers they are infringing on the territory of a vastly more powerful Alpha wolf. To save her pack, she uses her feminine wiles to seduce the Alpha. Nothing comes easily for Victoria. Her plans are complicated by the Alpha's erratic son, a ghostly wife, and a vengeful witch. Not even her status as a Valkyrie or the favor of the Goddess Freya can change the course of destiny for Victoria or her packmates.

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Hunger Moon Excerpt #2

Victoria stood and staggered. She bent and scooped up her knife, and then she shoved it into the sheath on her belt. She glanced at Sawyer, still lying on his back.

He looked as stunned as she felt. He rolled to his side, coughing harshly, but no longer clawed for the shotgun.

Shaken, she looked about her, noticing the fire had worsened. Pillars of flame clawed upward along the walls, licking at the wooden beams that traversed the ceiling.

She scanned the interior of the warehouse and spotted two downed men who had accompanied Sawyer. The hunters had set the building on fire and ambushed the werewolves who had taken refuge within it. A few yards away, her packmate, Rand Scott, lay slumped on the ground. She cast another glance at Sawyer, but he appeared occupied with finding a way out of the building.

Victoria fought past falling timbers toward Rand. Her left shoulder oozed blood from a gunshot. The silver shot lodged in the wound interfered with her natural regenerative ability and weakened her. It had to come out.

With a grimace, she probed the wound with her finger and thumb. Stabbing agony radiated throughout Victoria's shoulder, and she ground her teeth. Her fingers were slippery with blood, but she located the silver slug and ripped it free from her body. She quickly cast it aside before the silver burned the flesh on her fingers.

A wave of nausea washed over her. Victoria hunched over, fighting tears, riding out the pain. Freed of the silver, her body started to regenerate, and her suffering subsided some.

"Goddess, I hate getting shot."

A shower of scalding hot embers dusted her arms and face and burned fabric, skin, and hair, bringing her focus back to her surroundings. Her bright blue eyes stung and watered, leaving her almost blind. She inhaled and coughed hard to expel the toxic fumes and lurched toward her fallen friend.


The warrior did not respond when she spoke or react when she touched him. She grabbed his shoulders and shoved him backward to inspect his injuries. At seven-feet tall and three-hundred-plus pounds, Rand dwarfed her. His fiery red hair, including his full mustache and beard, appeared gray from soot. A motorcycle accident years before had left him with a prosthetic attachment below his knee.

Dark red blood soaked his white cotton shirt, obscuring the rock band logo on the front. Her heart leapt to her throat. He had taken a direct shot to the torso from a shotgun loaded with silver ammo.

"Rand!" Victoria shook him, but he did not regain consciousness. Shifting her grip to his arms, she hauled him from the ground. Despite her diminutive size, Victoria lifted his considerable weight with ease.

A great crash caused her to turn toward the western side of the warehouse. The wall shattered inward and the enormous form of a creature, half-man and half-wolf, appeared amid a shower of plaster and broken boards. The werewolf stood so tall, he hunched forward, shoulders scraping the ceiling. He lumbered forward. With a turn of his heavy head, he assessed the area, eyes narrowed against thick smoke. The remnants of his torn clothing clung to his body and thick grey-peppered black fur provided protection against the flames. Like a wolf, his ears came to high points, and he sprouted a long, bushy tail from the base of his spine. Much of him remained a man, including his ability to stand upright.

"Paul!" Victoria shouted.

Paul Thornton's entrance set off a chain reaction. One of the timber beams split and brought that entire section of the ceiling crashing down in a shower of debris. A huge crack rent the air, and the roof above Sawyer caved. Victoria's head jerked, and she looked in time to see a boulder of burning debris smash down upon the hunter. A fallen concrete pylon pinned him.

Paul turned toward the destruction and moved in the wrong direction, away from her and Rand.

"Paul!" Victoria's hands hooked beneath Rand's arms. She continued to carry the fallen giant toward their packmate.

Paul turned and lumbered toward them, negotiating the debris. A mouthful of protruding fangs made him difficult to understand. "Are you hurt?"

Victoria thrust Rand toward him. "I'm fine. Can you get him to safety?"

Glowing eyes stared at her through the smoke. "What about you?"

Victoria glanced toward where Sawyer Barrett lay trapped beneath burning debris. Indecision paralyzed her. Her mind warred with her heart. She should leave the man to his fate. She didn’t know why she hesitated.

At Daniel's request, she had already spared his life. She had no further obligation. The Barrett family was responsible for the wholesale slaughter of most of her pack, including her parents. Hunters murdered without mercy, using silver, fire—any means within their grasp—in brutal attempts to exterminate her kind. If he died in the fire he had set, it would be poetic justice.

When she contemplated abandoning him, her mind conjured a memory of soulful brown eyes and a mischievous grin, endless nights beneath starry skies, a passion that burned hotter than the desert sun. Her conscience shunned her rage, refusing to sanction her bloodthirsty desire for vengeance. She swallowed hard and sheathed her dagger.
"I'm bringing the hunter. Don't wait. Go."

Author BIO:
Melissa Snark is an erotic romance and paranormal fantasy author. She lives in Northern California with her husband, three children and a glaring of domestic house cats.

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Email:  melissasnark at gmail dot com

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Shadowwolf said...

Sounds like a fun and exciting new series! I love finding new and exciting stories like this.


(signed in as Amber M)

Melissa Snark said...

Hi Laurie,
Thanks so much for having me today!

Thank you! :)


Natasha D said...

Sounds like a great read!
Thanks for the chance to win!
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