Seneca’s Faith Release Day!

The 4th and final book

of the award-winning Shadowcat Nation series

is now available!!!

The Delaney Dare needs a new leader–one from outside, after their own Alpha’s actions led to the shifter war. Gage McAvoy has agreed to marry one of the previous Alpha’s daughters and try to keep the dare from falling apart. Unfortunately, the daughter he’s agreed to marry is not the one he wants.

Seneca Delaney is a known latent, unable to shift. She’s remained in her dare, enduring rejection and isolation all her life, even from her own father, because she had no other place to go. Standing on the sidelines yet again while Gage marries her older sister is the last thing she wants to do.

Then circumstance throws her together with the one man she can’t have, trying to save a nation of shifters who don’t want her, and risking the exposure of lifelong secrets that could result not only in her death, but in Gage’s.

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Excerpt:

Consciousness returned along with a pounding headache and raging case of dry mouth. On the flip side, these two unpleasant realities were nicely balanced by the sound of Gage’s sexy voice murmuring in her ear.

Seneca smiled and snuggled deeper under the covers, unwilling to let go of any dream involving Gage McAvoy. A guarded part of her mind warned her she shouldn’t entertain any fantasies where he was concerned—after all, he was getting married to her sister—but she ignored the inner caution.

“Come on, gorgeous. That’s it.”

She hummed in response to his low rumble. He’d always been able to make her shiver with that dark chocolate voice edged in bourbon. Even his clean laundry and soap scent surrounded her. Nice dream.

“Seneca.”

She frowned at the urgency underlying his words—not sexy at all, more annoyed, or perhaps alarmed. He’d never sounded like that in her fantasies before. Dream Gage always wanted her as much as she wanted him.

The intrusion of reality had her struggling to open her eyes. Unfortunately, lead weights seemed to have been attached to the lids. She grumbled at the effort it took.

“There you go. Look at me, Seneca.”

“Uh. Please shut up and give me a minute,” she half-slurred, half-snapped.

Silence greeted her request. A wealth of information existed in that silence, but she was too fuzzy-headed to sift through facts right now. Instead, she focused on making her body function.