THROWBACK THURSDAY--DRAKON'S PLUNDER

Drakon’s Plunder

Blood of the Drakon, Book 3

 

Life is not going well for archaeologist Sam Bellamy. She’s stuck in the middle of the ocean on a salvage boat with people who want her dead. It wasn’t her gift for being able to sense objects of power that got her here, rather her need to make a secret society called the Knights of the Dragon pay for killing her mentor. Sam doesn’t believe in dragons, but the Knights do, and if she can get one of the sacred artifacts they’re searching for away from them, she’ll consider it payback.

                     

Ezra Easton is content to run his marine salvage company and live alone on his private island. He may be a four-thousand-year-old water drakon, but he’s civilized enough to know just because he pulls an injured woman from the ocean, doesn’t mean he gets to keep her...

 

When she wakes up, she has a few tall tales to share, and it seems the Knights are after her. But this drakon won’t give up his treasure.

TEASER:

“Did you sleep with me to get information?” she demanded.

The stranger swore, but she didn’t care about the voice on the phone, only about Ezra. He shook his head. “I slept with you because I had to.” He reached out and stroked the side of her face. She didn’t flinch away, nor did she react. “I plucked you out of the sea,” he continued. “You’re mine now.”

And what the hell did he mean by that? “I’m not salvage.”

He loomed over her, closing the gap between them. “No, you’re not salvage. You’re treasure. My treasure.”

 

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Welcome to a new year! 

Wishing you all a healthy, happy, and prosperous 2025!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU ALL! 

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Happy December 24th!

A Visit from St. Nicholas

by Clement Clarke Moore (1822)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

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HAPPY SOLSTICE

Today is the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year. From here on, the days get longer. Take some time today to stop and simply be. There is so much rushing around during the holiday season that we sometimes don't stop and breathe.

Happy Solstice! Blessed Yule! Welcome Winter!

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Lone Wolf Legacy Trilogy

 

Who are the lone wolves?

 

Since the rise of the werewolf, there has always existed a single lone wolf—with pure white, gray, or black fur and eyes that match—who answers to no alpha, belongs to no pack. Merciless and deadly, he wanders the world, both judge and executioner of rogue wolves who senselessly kill, endangering all their kind.

 

When one dies, another takes its place, awakening to his purpose the first time he shifts to his wolf form. Known by the sign of the lone wolf—a sickle over the heart—the short-handled, circular blade remains as a tattoo on the man and as a mark on the wolf. A lethal combination of intelligence, brutal strength, and keen instinct, he walks a lonely path, shunned by pack, always alone.

 

For the first time, there are three in the world—white, gray, and black—who all bear the mark on their chests. No one knows why, least of all them…

 

Series Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CTKCDR77/

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New in Audibook--TEMPTING THE BLACK WOLF

 New in Audiobook--TEMPTING THE BLACK WOLF

Tempting the Black Wolf

Lone Wolf Legacy Book 3

 

The wrath of the black wolf is unleashed…in this scorching finale of New York Times bestselling author N.J. Walters’s enticingly sexy Lone Wolf Legacy series

I am an immortal predator, driven to hunt and protect the wolf packs from danger—especially rogue wolves. This destiny is my blood, my bone. My will.

There are two other lone wolves—one gray, one white—but I am the strongest. The most powerful. And we all share an enemy, who set a trap for each of us: a woman with our coloring who will draw us into danger and make our wolves howl with need.

But I won’t give in to lust or passion.

I already know the face of the woman who is my supposed bait: a stunning and powerful mage named Onyx. We’ve been circling each other, wary, fueled by deeply intense attraction and fierce distrust.

But the enemy of my enemy is my ally…for now. It’s a brief truce, laced with raw, primal hunger.
Because when this is over—if we survive—we’ll have to go head-to-head one last time.

And I never lose.

 

 

Tantor Media: https://tantor.com/tempting-the-black-wolf-nj-walters.html

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DJPV3BPH/

BOOKBUB--WOLF IN THE NIGHT

WOLF IN THE NIGHT is a BookBub sale today. Get your copy for only 99-cents.

Wolf in the Night

Salvation Pack: The Next Generation, Book 5

Driving home from a trip, Emma Matheson is run off the road in an abduction attempt. Seems the alpha of her father’s former pack never forgave his defection. To settle the old score, he plans to force her to mate with a male of his choosing—his son, Dmitri.

 

Dmitri Gribkov wants no part of his father’s revenge. A loner by choice, nothing has prepared him for sexy, stubborn Emma. He’ll do whatever it takes to protect her—even if it means losing her.

 

Determined to control her destiny, she does her best to escape, even as the attraction between her and Dmitri sizzles. Doesn’t take long for her to realize this huge, sexy wolf is a protector at heart.

 

Tracking and killing are what he does best. Before this is over, he’ll have blood on his hands, but winning her love will be the hardest battle.

 

 

*Always check the price before you click the link to buy to ensure the book is on sale in your area.*

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Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1149225

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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/wolf-in-the-night

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/id6442893846

 

 

Remembrance Day

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. 

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

HAPPY SAMHAIN and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

WISHING YOU ALL A SAFE AND SPOOKTACULAR DAY!

Halloween Countdown--Lone Wolf Legacy

 

Who are the lone wolves?

 

Since the rise of the werewolf, there has always existed a single lone wolf—with pure white, gray, or black fur and eyes that match—who answers to no alpha, belongs to no pack. Merciless and deadly, he wanders the world, both judge and executioner of rogue wolves who senselessly kill, endangering all their kind.

 

When one dies, another takes its place, awakening to his purpose the first time he shifts to his wolf form. Known by the sign of the lone wolf—a sickle over the heart—the short-handled, circular blade remains as a tattoo on the man and as a mark on the wolf. A lethal combination of intelligence, brutal strength, and keen instinct, he walks a lonely path, shunned by pack, always alone.

 

For the first time, there are three in the world—white, gray, and black—who all bear the mark on their chests. No one knows why, least of all them…

 

Series Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CTKCDR77/

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Publishing Annversary--20 Years!

 Twenty years ago, my first book was published by Ellora's Cave. Since then, I’ve had 122 books published with a variety of publishers—Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, Beyond the Page Publishing, The Naughty Literati, Entangled Publishing, Evernight Publishing, and a variety of indie anthologies.

 

(Some original covers and some reprint covers. Not all books are currently available.)

What a strange and wonderful ride it’s been since that fateful day back in 2004. None of it would have been possible without the amazing publishers and editors I’ve had the privilege to work with. I’ve learned so much and continue to grow and learn with each book I write.

 

A heartfelt thanks to everyone who has every purchased and read one of my books. Because of you, it’s been possible for me to make a living as a writer. It’s been a gift to me. It’s impossible for you to know how much it’s meant and continues to mean to me.

 

Thank you to my fellow writers for your support, kindness, and encouragement and for helping me spread the word about my books. (I suck at promo, so I really appreciate it.)

 

This is not an easy profession. There have been countless ups and downs over the past two decades—triumphs and tragedies, frustration and satisfaction, laughter and tears. There have been days I’ve almost thrown in the towel and given up, but at the end of the day, I love writing too much, even when I’m struggling to find the words.

 

Thank you for 20 amazing years. I look forward to many more.

Halloween Countdown--Legacy Series

 

Love comes howling when you least expect it.

Werewolves and vampires...the LEGACY series has it all!

Alexandra’s Legacy https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073TSVJ61/

Isaiah’s Haven https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073TSPBMR/

Legacy Found https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073TSK9TS/

Quinn’s Quest https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073TS8DH7/

Finding Chrissten https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073TS326W/

Damek’s Redemption https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073TS6BZS/

Craig’s Heart https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073TSYG41/

SERIES: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075V11M7Q/

New in Audio Book--PROTECTING THE GRAY WOLF

 NEW IN AUDIO BOOK--PROTECTING THE GRAY WOLF

Protecting the Gray Wolf

Lone Wolf Legacy Book 2

 

If they want his immortality—they’ll have to take it…in the second deeply sexy and bold Lone Wolf Legacy series from New York Times bestselling author N.J. Walters

I’m used to other wolves coming for me. They want their chance to try and take out the infamous Gray Wolf. And every single one of them fails—because lone wolves aren’t like the others…we’re stronger. Harder. Meaner. Immortal.

But it also means I’m alone. No pack. No alpha. Just the three of us—white, gray, and black. Two too many, if you ask me.

But with power-hungry mages gunning for us, I don’t have the luxury of reflection. They’re in New York City, and I. Will. Hunt. Them. Down.

Which is when I see her, and every cell in my body is on alert, filled with the kind of primal longing I never knew I was capable of. Luna West may be human, but there’s some kind of thread connecting us. Call it destiny, fate…or voracious animal hunger.

I know she’s bait. She’s meant to tempt me, to make me weak. But even if I could resist her, I’m not sure I want to.

Because I’ve never denied my wolf anything…especially the chance to raise some serious hell.

 

Tantor Media: https://tantor.com/protecting-the-gray-wolf-nj-walters.html

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DJMVM18M/

 

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