Hey, there! Have you been reading Brandy Walker’s Mystic Zodiac??? Well, she has her next book out today.
AMBER, Mystic Zodiac Book 7
She’s isn’t looking for happily ever after…
Amber Thompson is a Siren. A love-em and leave-em, let’s have some fun for a little while kind of woman who isn’t looking for a long romance, let alone a happily ever after. It just isn’t part of a Siren’s DNA. She loves her life in the small town of Summerset and loves working at the Mystics Only bar, Ecstasis D. Taking home a sexy as sin wolf for a night of fun shouldn’t change that.
He didn’t know he was looking for a change…
Andreas Stathos is a bored, business suit wearing, drowning in paperwork, wolf-shifter. His company, A Shift in Style, is doing great and he couldn’t be happier, except the spark he used to feel is missing and has turned into obligation. It doesn’t help matters that he can’t remember the last time he had a date or took the time to go wolf. At a friend’s urging, he gets out of town for the long weekend hoping to get in touch with his wolf and with a little luck, find a woman to heat up his nights.
Maybe together they’ll find something more.
As soon as he steps into the bar, Amber and Andreas both know their lives will be changed. But how much depends on one stubborn Siren and one wolf’s ability to convince her they have a future together.
Theo shrugged and tapped his knee with a rolled-up paper Andreas had failed to notice before. “I like giving her a hard time. She’s a good kid and gets riled up so easy. The wolf in me gets a kick out of it. It’s like watching prey attempt to fight back.”
“You’re too easily entertained. Just don’t run her off.” He looked at Theo thoughtfully. “Maybe you should bring something for her to apologize for your atrocious behavior one of these days.”
Theo shrugged and tapped the paper on his knee again. “I’ll think about it.”
Andreas’s gaze fell to the object his friend blatantly tried to draw his attention to. “What’s that?”
A mischievous grin lit Theo’s face. “I wondered if you were going to notice.”
“How could I not? It’s apparent you want me to ask about it. So give. What do you have there?”
Theo flicked it to Andreas. Unrolling it, he skimmed over the paper. It was a flyer for a Mystics-only bar on the outer edge of the city, one he’d never heard of.
“I know you’re bored out of your mind here. You’re antsy as fuck and driving the staff insane. It isn’t good to be cooped up in the city as much as you are. When was the last time you went on the hunt in the woods? Shook your fur out and roamed the green forest? Felt loam and dirt and the earth under your paws?”
Andreas grunted a reply. It had been too long. He actually couldn’t remember the last time he’d headed out into the woods. It could be why he was feeling restless lately. The absence of going fur would drive any man crazy if he let it.
“This doesn’t look anything like a forest or woods.”
“I know. It’s a bar.”
Andreas shot him a bland look. “I know that. I can read.”
“Then you can read what it says about being a place of gathering for Mystics—one and all. Sing, drink, and dance the night away with the Sirens of Ectasis D. Revel in the freedom to be who you really are.” Theo swung his arms out wide, and had an idiotic grin on his face.
“You want to go to a bar on a holiday weekend? Where does the going wolf come in? Am I supposed to shift in the middle of some rowdy place after a few drinks?”
“Yes, I want to go to a bar. No, I don’t expect you to shift right there. Do you think I’m a complete idiot?”
Andreas opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by Theo throwing his hand up.
“I have a cabin nearby so we can get drunk as skunks, those little sots. Then, when the buzz of alcohol wears off, you can get back in touch with the furry beast inside. What do you say?”
Andreas looked back down at the flyer, his eyes roving every inch. There were pictures of the interior. The crowded tables. The full dance floor. The bar with beautiful women manning it. His gaze snagged on one woman in particular, a fiery redhead wearing a snug tank top. She was laughing in the picture, her eyes lit up like a thousand flames. The wolf in him perked up, the image of the woman snagging his attention as well.
If she still worked there, then he needed to meet her. “Yeah,” he said, a grin beginning to curl the corner of his mouth. “This is exactly what I need.”
Theo jumped from his chair. “Hot damn!” He clapped his hands together in glee. “I have your bag packed and in the truck. Your housekeeper was an absolute doll helping grab your shit. Change out of that stuffy suit and let’s hit the road.”
Brandy is a paranormal romance author who, on occasion, likes to dabble with contemporary. She’s addicted to MDK shows and who-done-its. You’ll almost never see her without some type of skull paraphernalia on and is always dreaming of more tattoos.
Brandy is a Navy brat, prior enlisted Army, current Army wife, and mom. She lives in Virginia with her husband of almost 20 years, their three kids, and one dog. Find out more about Brandy at www.brandywalker.net.
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