Friday, November 24, 2023

Thursday, November 16, 2023

THROWBACK THURSDAY--FURY UNLEASHED

The idea for this book came from a line in a Five Finger Death Punch Song--"Wrong Side of Heaven." The line goes: I'm on the wrong side of heaven but the righteous side of hell. I immediately had the image of a fallen angel and Maccus Fury came to life.


I can't tell you how much I love him and the other members of the Forgotten Brotherhood. It was a labor or blood, sweat, and many tears writing these books.


And the covers for this series are SPECTACULAR!




Fury Unleashed

Forgotten Brotherhood, Book 1

 

Maccus Fury, a fallen angel, is trying hard to keep his sanity. Seems being an assassin might be catching up with him. Now, Heaven, or Hell, has sent a beautiful assassin to kill him. Lovely. She’s pretending to seduce him, and he’s okay with that. She’s smart and snarky—but she has no idea what she’s walked into. And he’s more than peeved that they only sent one person. They’re going to need an army if they want him dead.

Morrigan Quill is one of Hell’s bounty hunters. She sold her soul to keep her sister safe, and now she’s working off her contract by catching bad guys and dragging them back to hell. When Lucifer makes her a new offer––that’s definitely too good to be true—she can’t say no. All she has to do is kill a powerful and crazy-hot fallen angel, who will totally kick her ass in battle.

Good thing he won’t see what’s coming next.

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B084M1NQ88

Entangled Publishing: https://entangledpublishing.com/books/fury-unleashed

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fury-unleashed-n-j-walters/1136398720

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/fury-unleashed-1

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/fury-unleashed/id1498471438


Tuesday, November 14, 2023

Tuesday Teaser--Taming the White Wolf

 

Here's a teaser from my latest release--TAMING THE WHITE WOLF.




TEASER:


Stuffing her phone in her bag, she stepped off the sidewalk. A horn blared. Tires squealed. A heavy hand landed on her shoulder and yanked her back. The deli bag slipped from her hand and dropped to the ground. Off balance, she would’ve ended up on her ass except she rammed into someone.

What the hell! Heart pounding, mouth dry, she trembled.

“Watch where you’re walking, lady,” the driver yelled, speeding away. Stunned, all she could do was blink. It had happened so fast.

“You okay?” The voice was impossibly deep and vibrated in the very marrow of her bones.

Tilting her head back, she stared up and up. Holy cow, he was one of the biggest men she’d ever seen, and every inch of it was prime. The black T-shirt he wore stretched across an acre of shoulders and clung to rock-hard abs. At a loss for words, she catalogued his features. He wasn’t handsome. That was far too tame a word. Primal sprang to mind. His face was all hard, sharp angles, his jaw stubborn. She curled her hands into fists to keep from reaching up to touch him to make sure he was real and not some figment of her overactive imagination.

Maybe I’m dead and this is heaven?


If you want to read more, you can find Taming the White Wolf here:

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7NTXG92/

Entangled Publishing: https://entangledpublishing.com/books/taming-the-white-wolf

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/taming-the-white-wolf-n-j-walters/1143634327

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/taming-the-white-wolf

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/taming-the-white-wolf/id6450183902


Saturday, November 11, 2023

Lest we forget...



In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

~John McCrae


Thank you to all who have served.