Title: Shifters
of Black Forest Ridge: Quinn
Author: Sedona
Venez
Genre: Shifter
Romance, PNR
Cover Designer:
JoY Design Studio
Publication
Date: Sept. 27th, 2022
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
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Blurb:
Enjoy this steamy
shifters series by USA Today Bestselling paranormal romance author Sedona
Venez…
Without mates,
shifters in Black Forest Ridge are going feral. My pack and I will share that
same fate if we can’t find our destined mates.
Imani applied for a
position at a B&B. Little does she know that the casting of a mating spell
and the secret surging through her veins is what truly lured her here to the Ridge.
The instant I met
her, I felt the magnetic tug of our mate bond. But her world has been turned
upside down, and she’s far from ready to accept her role as my alpha female in
Black Forest Ridge. Even if I’m desperate for her to be mine, she doesn’t feel
the same pull I do.
She needs time to
accept she’s mine… and my time is running out.
Will I be able to
convince her that she’s my fated mate before I lose myself to the feral
madness?
Shifters of Black
Forest Ridge: Quinn is a standalone in this spicy small town shifter romance
series with a happily ever after. Each book focuses on a different pair of
fated mates. You’ll enjoy this series if you like shifter romance with fated
mates, forbidden love, a band of brothers, growly protective former military
alphas, and tough, hilarious heroines.
USA Today
Bestselling Author Sedona Venez lives in New York City with her former military
hubby--hooah--and their fur baby. She loves writing sizzling, sexy intricate
stories about strong but broken characters who push limits, overcome their
fears, and risk it all for love. You can visit her website: https://sedonavenez.com/
Sedona's
absolute favorite thing to do is connect with her readers. If you are a super
fan who wants more exclusive content, visit here for more info: https://sedonavenez.com/free-book/
Inside, the
space was so warm it made my chilled skin sting. I panned my eyes
around the bright area. The far side of this room had a full, large kitchen. On
the northside was a larger dining room area, where a long table,
overhung by an antler chandelier, seated a group of men the size of
linebackers, who were now staring at me as if they’d discovered a new species
and didn’t know if I was dangerous.
A heavy silence
descended on the room, and the only thing missing was the loud chirp of
crickets.
My heart
battered against the wall of my chest. Sh*t. And they’re
massive, like they could lift a d*mn truck.
They were all
scowling, and each strong-featured man wore a long-sleeved button-up work
shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots, tanned as if they spent lots of time outdoors
rounding up cattle.
I swallowed
hard. Sweat coated my clammy hands and prickled under my arms. Oh God.
Did I jump out of the frying pan into the fire?
My breath
quickened, going into panic mode.
Are they a
cult of crazy cowboys?
I’d watched
enough horror movies to know that a lone female surrounded by big, strange,
angry men never had a happy ending.
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