Book Title: Awakening (Wild Oak, Book 1)
Author: JJ Harper
Publisher: Self-Published
Cover Artist: Tammy Clarke
Release Date: November 26, 2019
Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance, MM shifter romance
Trope/s: Wolf shifter, mild fantasy, mention of Mpreg
Themes: Coming of age
Length: 60 000 words/ 240 approx. pages
Blurb
A prophecy, a True Alpha, and fates mates. Can accept Ascha that his life has changed forever?
At twenty-one, Ascha Stanton has it all: a wonderful family, great friends, a long-term girlfriend, and a promising career as an NFL star.
The appearance of three unknown men in his small town changes everything. Not only his life and future but also what he always thought himself to be: straight. Why then is he attracted to the handsome auburn-haired Thaddeus? How can Ascha hear his thoughts? And even more intriguing, what does the mark on both their chests mean?
Thaddeus explains a new path has been paved for him, one with the Wild Oak pack, who has been waiting for seventy years for the True Alpha to show himself and fulfill the prophecy.
Will Ascha accept that Thaddeus is the man he’s destined to be with, and will the rival pack accept him as their new leader?
Awakening is an MM wolf shifter book with elements of fantasy and mention of Mpreg. It includes some sexual content and is suitable for adult readers.
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Ascha grabs my hands, drags me inside, and pushes the door shut behind us with his foot. The click of the lock is loud in the silence after his outburst. What’s he going to do? Beat the crap out of me? His gaze roams all over me. I may as well be naked for all the undressing he’s doing. He fists my shirt and rips it open, then stares at my chest or, more precisely, at the mark that’s imprinted on it. The whole pack has the image of a full moon with thin clouds, but each is slightly different, a variation of the theme. They appear as we mature at twenty-one. They hurt like fuck, but everyone is eager for them to arrive.
He reaches out with his forefinger and traces the simple shape. I tremble under his touch as heat rushes through me.
Ascha studies my mark for a few seconds longer, then looks up into my eyes, his lips slightly parted. The tip of his tongue runs moisture over the full, slightly pouty bottom lip, wetting it. I have to hold back my moan. Then he pulls his T-shirt over his head.
“Shit,” I gasp.
Even though his mark is still red and raised, the details are clearly visible. It’s my shape. I mean, the mark is identical to my own.
Fuck, fated mates!
“It felt like you’d died when you left. The silence was unbearable. Why did you go?” His hands brush through his hair, messing it up for probably the hundredth time since he found me gone.
“I’m sorry. I had to report back and tell the pack leader what had happened. I won’t leave you silent again. I promise.” I step closer, expecting him to move back, but he doesn’t. He stands strong, broad, and so fucking hot I could come in my pants. He licks his lip again, and I mimic his action.
“What are you talking about? Pack leader, what’s that? I don’t understand any of this. Everything that’s happened since I saw you has been weird. What have you done to me? Is this some sort of… of…shit! I don’t know what because none of it makes sense.” Ascha pauses and turns away, his hands in his hair again. They tremble as he works through his thoughts. He looks back at me, biting his lip, eyebrows squished together. Confusion clouds his eyes. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, then asks, “And why do I suddenly find you attractive? I’m not gay. I’ve never looked at another man before, and now my head is full of you, your voice, your scent, your smile. And your fucking hands on me. I’ve never felt anything like that, the energy, the spark of electricity.” Ascha’s voice doesn’t even waver. His deep cadence washes over me now we are so close. His scents are overwhelming, the mint of his toothpaste, his citrusy shower gel, a whiff of woodsiness that must be his deodorant. But the heaviest of all is his arousal. It slams into me, and I can hardly keep my hands to myself.
You will normally find her in the living room—typing away—with her dogs, Maud and Siddiqi. As a hopeless romantic, JJ dives into her stories, always falling in love with her men, making sure they get the happy ever after they deserve, even if they do have to work hard for it.
As a bona fide bookaholic, coffee-addicted, wine-drinking and swear-like-a-sailor type of girl, she has yet to work out how to act her age!! LOL. And she has no intentions of growing up or growing old gracefully.
JJ lives in a small, very quiet, village in Lincolnshire, UK, with her husband and dogs, and spends all day dreaming up stories full of really hot men.
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