Book Name: A King and a Pawn
Series:
Leader Murders
Release
Date: June 17, 2016
Blurb:
Bert Cooper’s life used to be great, until his
sister turned out to be a traitor. Now Bert feels the whole pack looks on him
with doubt and suspicion. To prove his loyalty, he volunteers to be the first
ambassador at Fey Court, gathering information to finally solve the Leader
Murders and punish those plotting against the Council and community. At least,
that was the plan….
When Bert meets Sir William Matthew Sims, Court
Interrogator, and one hell of a sexy man, life becomes a balancing act. And
when the Fey King is assassinated, things become really messy.
Pack politics, fey politics, treason, suspicions of
treason…. Bert has to choose between being ruled by his fears or standing up
for what—and who—he believes in. And it might just break his heart.
Pages or Words: 234 pages, 82,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance,
Mystery, Parnormal, Romance, Urban Fantasy, Wolf Shifters
Excerpt from A King
and a Pawn by Liv Olteano:
“Would you take me in as a trophy, Bert?” he asked, smiling oddly, a sort
of indulgent look in his eyes.
I wasn’t going to outsmart him, that was for sure. Luckily I didn’t think
I had to.
“I wouldn’t be taking you in at all. You and your kids would simply
accompany me. I’m sure you can find something of value to offer me so I’ll be
willing to go that way. And then you’d find something of value to offer Weiss
and the Council to give you guys, say, political asylum?”
“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”
I shrugged. “I’m sure you did. I don’t think you’re a fool, Will. I’m
sure you’re not, in fact. So I’m giving you the courtesy of not treating you as
one. A courtesy I hope you’ll give me too.”
“Implying that I have not so far?” he asked, stepping toward me again.
My pulse spiked. “I wasn’t implying that at all.”
We were face-to-face, a step apart at most. My mind stuttered over the
few stray thoughts I managed to recognize. It was unusual someone’s presence
would affect me this much, this soon. Was he that special? Was our chemistry
that special? Or was he using some sort of spell on me? I didn’t think that was
beneath him. Magic wasn’t beneath any magic-wielding fey, just like changing
into a wolf wasn’t beneath me as werewolf. It was a natural part of who we
were. I just wasn’t that used to his natural part, and the very idea made me
smile.
“What could I offer you that you’d like to have?” he asked as his breath
touched my face with every word he uttered.
“Oh, I could think of several things,” I replied.
He leaned toward me. His lips brushed against mine now when he spoke. “I
could think of several things I’d like to offer you as well.”
I gulped. Shit, I couldn’t think with my dick. Not now at least. I so wanted
to. It would be so easy to whisper it sweetly: “Fuck my brains out and I’ll be
on your side.” But I wasn’t here for shits and giggles, so I couldn’t. There
was no reason I couldn’t hope I’d get a fuck out of the situation somewhere
down the line. The more time we spent together, the better chance of that
happening. That was pretty solid motivation to spin things in a way that would
benefit us all in the end. There. I wasn’t doing this for my selfish
fuck-greedy self but for the greater good. I was a fucking humanitarian,
feyitarian, whateveritarian.
“I’ll only ask for one small thing for myself,” I whispered softly.
He brushed his lips against mine. The touch sent little fiery thrills
down my nerve endings, from the skin of my lips right to the pulsing muscle of
my heart. I felt his breath hitch at the contact, and the idea it might affect
him almost as much as it was affecting me sent a shiver down my spine. We could
have been faking it, both of us. This was a negotiation of sorts, and now was
the time to bring on our top game. But I felt it in my gut that this connection
was real, that it wasn’t bullshit for either one of us. I just knew it in the
pit of my stomach. I wondered if he knew it too, as clearly as I did right in
that instant.
His scent didn’t assault my senses since he’d been hanging out in my
personal space for a while now. My senses were bathed in his scent already. But
I could feel the pounding of his heart as I deepened the kiss; I could feel his
muscles clench and unwind with sensual tension while my body sang with it. Fuck
me sideways, I wanted him right now. I wanted him so bad it almost gutted me.
The feel of him languidly moving his tongue against mine made my blood turn
into liquid fire, scalding my insides and bringing up my body temperature to
heights I didn’t think I’d felt before after just kissing. Everything in my
body screamed, This. This is it. This is
what you’ve been waiting for, for so fucking long!
“What do you want?” he asked after he pulled back, his forehead leaning against
mine.
Fuck, fuck it, fuck! “I want all the information you can get from
the Archives on a certain topic.”
Meet the author:
Liv Olteano is a voracious reader, music lover, and
coffee addict extraordinaire. And occasional geek. Okay, more than occasional.
She believes stories are the best kind of magic
there is. And life would be horrible without magic. Her hobbies include losing
herself in the minds and souls of characters, giving up countless nights of
sleep to get to know said characters, and trying to introduce them to the
world. Sometimes they appreciate her efforts. The process would probably go
quicker if they’d bring her a cup of coffee now and then when stopping by.
Characters—what can you do, right?
Liv has a penchant for quirky stories and is a
reverent lover of diversity. She can be found loitering around the Internet at
odd hours and being generally awkward and goofy at all times.
Where to find the author:
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
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Artist: AngstyG
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