I have a confession to make. I’m not a romance writer.
Shocking… I’ll give you a second. Go ahead. Catch your breath.
*Grabs a cup of coffee*
Good to go now? Awesome.
Back to what I was saying. I’m not a romance writer. See, I create stories to fit around the romance. If it happens? Great. If not? Great. My characters have lives. They’re like you and me. They don’t go out of their way to seek out a mate or a partner or what have you. It kind of just happens.
For Jupiter Baldwin, she has a career, she has her pack and she is quite comfortable with herself and her situation. However, in her little world, though she sees her pack, she doesn’t consider the realities of what they need.
That’s where her father steps in.
Though he might be a bit of a hard ass, he knows things need to be fixed and he’s willing to do whatever it takes… at Jupiter’s expense.
This is where it gets complicated, and where I usually torture people. Because of a pact her father made, Jupiter has to choose between five men. Yes, five, and mate one of them to take over the pack.
But, what if she can’t choose?
What if she doesn’t want to try?
Well…I guess you’ll have to stay tune and find out. *wg*
To find out what happens to Jupiter and her men, check out Jupiter’s Shadow available now at: Books2Read
Jupiter’s Shadow by TL Reeve
Jupiter “Pip” Baldwin, isn’t ready to settle down and produce heirs for the Sequatchie Pack. As the Alpha’s daughter and only child, she is destined to continue his bloodline, while allowing her mate to lead the pack—an archaic rule of the collective Smoky Mountain Wolves packs.
On her thirty-second birthday, five men will be presented to her for choosing. It’s not about love in her pack. It’s about power. When each man reveals who they are, and what they’re capable, Jupiter finds herself in over her head.
Will she be able to narrow down her choices, to the perfect “match,” or will Jupiter find she can’t let any of them go?
Change is coming to the Sequatchie pack, and Jupiter must blaze the trail…
“As we speak, three members of our pack have begun the journey to the Chickamauge, Nickajack, and Conasauge pack lands. When the chosen female has picked her mate, those not chosen will return to their homes.”
What in the hell had my father signed up for? “What?”
Echo glanced down at me and gave a quick shake of his head. “Allow me to introduce Jupiter’s suiters.” He motioned to each person as he said a name. “Meet Bowie, Benning, Mace, and Scout. You already know Dax.”
I looked to my best friend. I couldn’t believe he would go through with this and not tell me. Anger followed by a heady dose of humiliation surged through my veins. “Why?”
He wouldn’t say anything. He left me floundering as my dad continued his speech and explained the rules. “If you see them with Jupiter, please allow them to get to know each other. Do not interfere.”
Because I am a prude like that. I couldn’t believe my father. Why? Why would he do this? I got it—thirty-two, no mate and no pups to carry our line. But this…he was way out of line putting me on the spot, treating me like a piece of meat to be passed around.
He held his hand out to me and I hesitated for a moment before taking it. I should have let him flounder. It would have served him right. I was his daughter, not a commodity. “Now, Jupiter will continue her night alone with her suitors to get to know them. There will be refreshments and drinks for another few hours for you to enjoy on this special occasion.”
No one moved. I think they were all just as shocked as I was. I cleared my throat and gave each man a once over. How the hell would I pick one guy over the next? In truth, my wolf enjoyed this—a little too much.
“Take us to your home,” Bowie said, breaking the silence between us.
I quirked a brow. “Excuse me?” They should be lucky I hadn’t torn any of them apart.
“I think this conversation should happen where no one can listen in,” he added. “Don’t you?”
He had a point. “Fine. I walked. It’s not far from here.”
They formed a semi-circle around me and followed as I made my way back through town. “Are you being forced to do this?” Okay, so I couldn’t wait for us to get back to the house to start asking questions.
“No,” Mace grunted. His disposition didn’t throw off the cute and cuddly vibes, in fact, he reminded me of a pissed off shark.
Did it make me the chum?