Title: Nature of the Beast
Author: Aimee Brissay
Series: Tangled Bonds, Book One
Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal, MMF, Shifters
Length: Long Novella
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
After sorceress Alexandra tries to kill her insane father, her fae uncle expels her from the Otherworld in an attempt to keep her safe. Living among humans, she keeps her connection with the supernatural by working for vampires and werewolves.
When she stumbles upon a hurt werewolf pup her efforts to heal him inadvertently break the bonds tying the young lycan to the pack, making her his new alpha.
This is the least of Alexandra’s worries though, for back in the Otherworld her father has not forgotten her. He dispatches an assassin to kill her. But just who is this mysterious foe, and what will their arrival mean not only to Alexandra but to the delicate balance of the world?
Nature of the Beast is the first book in the Tangled Bonds series.
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“So. Who beat you up?” Completely oblivious to my analysis, Sean remained focused on Nicolae.
The lycan mumbled something under his breath, lowering his eyes to his food and staring at it as if he found it fascinating.
“I didn’t quite get that. Did you say your pack beat you up?”
Nicolae nodded, still looking at his container.
“Why would they do that? What did you do?”
The chewing, if ingesting food almost whole could be called that, stopped. The bite went down audibly. He placed his hands on the table. His jaw locked.
The kid had more self-control than I would have thought possible for his age. Granted, werewolves were trained in such, but perhaps it was more than that. His shoulders were too tensed, his fingers too stiff.
“Nothing.” He raised his head, his eyes meeting mine, a pained look on his face. “I swear.”
“Don’t lie. Wolves are tight. They wouldn’t beat up one of their own without a reason.”
Sean pressed on.
I understood his reasoning, but I was a bit surprised at the vehemence of it. Raised in the fae world, Sean should have been used to punishment, be it just or not. Perhaps his mixed blood made him more inclined to leniency. He was young—just over thirty in human years; a child in fae reckoning.
“I’m not lying.”
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About the author
Born in Romania, land of the Iele and Vlad the Impaler, AIMEE BRISSAY has spent all her life surrounded by books. She has ridden side by side with d’Artagnan and The Three Musketeers to retrieve the Queen’s diamonds, set sail on the Erasmus in search of the Japans, fell in love with Rhett Butler and roamed the Wild West along Old Shatterhand. She has walked on the footsteps of the Olympian Gods and searched for Zalmoxis’ sanctuary in the Carpathians. In her mind, she’s never been the damsel in distress but rather the knight in shiny armor fighting for a cause.
With a background like this, turning to writing was no surprise.
Aimee discovered erotica early on in life and has never looked back. Now she can write anywhere, even in a crowded room or a busy subway station, but she loves solitude.
When she’s not at her evil day job, she can be found writing or playing with her cat. She welcomes messages from readers and promises to answer all of them as soon as possible.
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