Saturday, December 14, 2013

Demon Wolf now available for pre-order

Harlequin Nocturne is changing. My books will no longer be available in paperback except directly through the Harlequin website. However, Harlequin is bundling books together with the same theme. So Demon Wolf (June 2014) will be paired with Karen Whiddon's The Wolf Siren and available in late May in paperback. 

Click here to see this book on Amazon. 

Harlequin is trying to give readers a great deal, which it is! You get TWO books in paperback at a slightly higher price than getting only one. It's a sad fact of the publishing industry that shelf space is shrinking. This is why Nocturnes are vanishing from Walmart. Barnes and Noble stocks the Nocturnes, but few readers are buying them. More readers are turning to digital releases.

I love my Kindle app, but I also love reading paperbacks. So I appreciate what Harlequin is doing to try to keep my books in paperback. Hopefully this new program will result in better sales and as a result, we can keep delivering Nocturnes to you, the readers.

You can purchase Demon Wolf, my June 1 release, as a digital book on Amazon. Click here to see the Demon Wolf pre-order. 

In other news, I'm working hard on The Mating Rite, Darius' book, the next release in my indie series, the Werewolves of Montana. I'm hiring the fabulous Kim Killion to design the cover, which I hope to have by the year's end. And I'm hoping to have all SEVEN Khamsin books formatted and ready for publication by early January.

Have a great holiday season! 

Thursday, December 05, 2013

New covers, new look


























Introducing the new look for my Khamsin Egyptian series. All seven historical romances have new covers! The books are being proofed right now and I plan to release them again in January.  All the books are also labeled so you know the reading order. No more guessing!

In other writing news, I have been quite busy, and forgot to mention the terrific news that happened last month. Our book, Dark and Dangerous, hit the USA Today bestselling list for three weeks in a row!


I am now a USA Today bestselling author. Woot! Special thanks to all the readers who bought Dark and Dangerous, and to my fellow authors Jennifer Ashley, Felicity Heaton, Caris Roane, Erin Kellison and Laurie London. Dark and Dangerous also made the Top Ten list of IndieReader's bestselling indie titles. And Dark and Dangerous was an Amazon Top 50 Kindle bestseller! 


We're planning to release a Dark and Dangerous, Book Two, in spring 2014. My story in this version will be a novella that is exclusive to that book and the prequel of my Werewolves of Montana series.

Titled The Mating Heat, the novella is about Ryder, a fierce, yet tender alpha who clashes with Aiden, the alpha of the Mitchell pack. It's set in the time when Aiden is starting to form his pack and things are very precarious. Aiden's sister, Kayla, arrives at the rundown ranch Aiden is trying to renovate bearing a very special gift for her brother, one that a nasty group of trolls is after. Ryder is determined to protect Kayla from the fallout, but she is equally determined to show Ryder she's not a spineless female who needs a big strong male ... well, except maybe in bed!

In other writing news, I hope to have Darius' story, Werewolves of Montana 4, out some time in February. Demon Wolf, my next Nocturne from Harlequin, has a publication date of May 2014. And I turned in a proposal for a new Nocturne series called Bad Boys of Cajun country, about a pack of biker werewolves searching for their true mates who are secret guardians of the innocent and dedicated to fighting evil. These will all be Draicon werewolf books.

Happy holidays and happy reading! 


Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Last chance to get Dark & Dangerous for 99 cents!




















LAST CHANCE SALE! Dark and Dangerous: Six-in-One Hot Paranormal Romances will be available for $.99 only until Dec. 2! Get six awesome PNR romances for only 99 cents!


Thursday, October 31, 2013

The Mating Seduction (BBW) Big, Beautiful Werewolf


Lexie Walters knows she’s in big trouble. Caught trying to steal her champion horse from the sexy werewolf cowboy who purchased the mare, she’s offered a devil’s bargain. Jackson Palmer will let her ride Diamond in an upcoming barrel race if Lexie spends seven nights in his bed. Desperate to win the rodeo prize money that can save her pack’s ranch, Lexie agrees. But there’s no way she’ll become his mate, no matter how much Jackson ’s touch arouses her.

Ever since Lexie left for college Jackson Palmer has waited to capture the curvy Lupine werewolf’s heart. Now she’s back in his life and he’s determined to claim her. Only Lexie can tame his wild wolf side. If Jackson doesn’t find a mate in two weeks, he’ll get kicked out of the Mitchell pack.

Lexie will do everything to resist Jackson ’s seductive charms. But she doesn’t realize there’s a far more serious threat than losing her virginity to this powerful and determined Lupine. Someone wants to prevent her from racing, only this someone will not stop until she’s off the rodeo circuit for good…



Warning:  This book is intended for adults only.

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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Excerpt from SEDUCED by Felicity Heaton (Dark & Dangerous)

Seduce, by Felicity Heaton


Sera paced in front of the black stage in the empty theatre. She had arrived a full thirty minutes early for her appointment. An appointment she hadn’t realised she’d had. Callum hadn’t specified a time for her interview. He had just said to come by whenever as the theatre was closed. So she had.
The woman who had shown her into the theatre had been very kind. One of the staff based on her short black dress that revealed far too much leg and bosom. Sera reminded herself that she couldn’t really judge the woman by the clothes she wore. After all, it was her uniform and Sera herself was trying out for a position as some sort of on-stage whore. What on Earth must the woman have thought of her? Perhaps Sera should have asked to interview for a position as one of the staff. Cleaning seemed infinitely more appealing, and possible for her, than being a performer in the shows. Antoine still would have met with her so they could sign her employment contracts. Was it too late to change her mind?
She continued her pacing, her eyes roaming over the deep red velvet curtain that closed off most of the stage, leaving only a strip of painted black boards around three metres deep exposed, and twirled her long blonde hair around her fingers. It was so quiet in the theatre that even her breathing sounded loud in her ears. How much longer did she have to wait?
And why were they interviewing her in the theatre itself?
Elizabeth had said they would take her to one of the meeting rooms or the offices to interview her. That was what she had gone through to get her position at the theatre decades ago. Sera shook her hands at her sides and blew out a sigh, trying to expel her nerves. Maybe the offices weren’t vacant tonight or they wanted to give her a tour before the interview began. That seemed plausible.
One of the sets of double doors at the back opened and a bright beam of light cut down the length of the dimly lit theatre to her. She shielded her sensitive eyes with her hand and squinted so she could make out if someone was there.
Her heart stopped.
The doors closed.
Antoine strode down the aisle, long legs carrying him easily at a brisk pace, as handsome as ever in his silver-grey tailored shirt that emphasised his build and clung just right to his muscles, hinting at how delicious his body would look if he were naked and stirring her imagination into a frenzy. His black tie, crisp black trousers and polished leather shoes perfected his image of a businessman but made him look decadent and alluring at the same time.
Behind him walked the immense male vampire that she knew from the performances. Victor. His normally thick dark hair was gone, shaved to his scalp to reveal thin scar lines in places, giving him a menacing air as he followed Antoine, dressed in a tight black t-shirt and jeans.
Were they just passing through?
Her heart started again at a pace.
Please, God, say they were just passing through.
Antoine shoved his fingers through his deep brown hair, the action screaming of irritation as much as his scent on her senses. He was annoyed about something. Was he angry with Victor for some reason?
Sera moved aside, keeping her back to the stage so they could easily pass her and go about their business. She tried to keep her eyes downcast but they refused to do as she ordered and snuck to Antoine, meeting his icy gaze. The warm lights from the stage lit his face, chasing the shadows away, and she had her first real glimpse of him. He was so handsome regardless of the darkness he emanated and the coldness in his eyes. He looked like an aristocrat, princely with his straight nose, defined jaw and perfect bone structure. Did he resemble his brother, Snow? She couldn’t imagine the devastating effect the two together would have on the female aristocrats at social gatherings.
Her heart did a flip in her chest.
Antoine alone had a devastating effect on her. She could be strong, had taken to life as a vampire with surprising ease according to her sire, and had a flair for luring male prey that she still couldn’t quite believe. She wanted to be that confident, sexy, attractive woman around this man, but whenever she set eyes on him, her heart trembled like a timid thing in her throat, her palms turned clammy, and she wanted to bolt. It was only the deep pounding need he stirred in her, the intense inferno of arousal that flooded her veins like liquid fire whenever she was near him, that kept her feet in place. She wanted this man.
It went beyond natural desire, or at least what she had experienced in the past. No man had ever had such a startling effect on her. It was soul-deep, more than just a carnal longing. It was as though her very happiness depended on her being in this man’s strong arms.
He stopped right in front of her.
“Sera, I presume?” he said and her bones melted at the sound of his deep voice pronouncing her name.
She nodded and held out her hand. He raised a dark eyebrow in her direction and didn’t take it. She lowered it again, feeling like a fool for thinking he would touch her, a turned human, and for the first time since she could remember, her gaze didn’t want anything to do with him. She stared at the red carpet beneath her feet. What in God’s name was she doing here? This was all going to go horribly wrong. She was going to end up getting her heart smashed by this man.
Confidence.
Elizabeth had pounded that one word into her head more than any other. Sera was beautiful, alluring, sexy, smart and funny, and more than that, she was warm and caring. She was a confident woman. She was. Sera clung to her sire’s words about her, trying to believe in them. They ran around her mind and she felt their effect, felt the confidence begin to flow through her.
Sera managed to convince her eyes to shift up. They didn’t make it to his face. They stuck on his tie. Shiny black paisley contrasted against the matt black of the rest of the tie. It was fascinating. Truly. That was the only reason she was looking at it and not resolutely into his eyes as she had planned.
He huffed.
“Well, let’s get on with this. I have other matters that require my attention and the night is not growing any younger.” He sat down in one of the front row seats.
Sera glanced at Victor, and then at Antoine. This change required a whole rethink of her plan. She had expected Callum to be the one interviewing her, not Antoine, and she still wasn’t sure why Victor was present. Was he here because, in the absence of Callum, the elite vampire she had met last night and who Elizabeth had told her dealt with sourcing performers, Antoine needed someone more intimate with performers to help him?
Victor peeled off his tight black t-shirt to reveal the ropes of hard muscle that lined his stomach and the twin slabs of granite that formed his chest.
Sera’s cheeks flushed.
Oh. Lord have mercy. Victor wasn’t here to help with the interview.
This wasn’t an interview at all.
It was an audition.
Her heart thundered. Her limbs shook.
Panic prickled down her spine.
“Is there a problem?” Antoine frowned, his annoyance turning his scent bitter. She knew he could sense all of her feelings and smell her fear, and she tried to get a grip on her emotions, but they bombarded her.
Was there a problem? Was there ever. She hadn’t expected she would have to perform with someone and she definitely hadn’t anticipated that such a performance would take place in front of the man who was her reason for doing this whole crazy thing in the first place.
“I thought it was going to be an interview. My sire said she had an interview with Callum.” Her voice trembled. Good God, could she sound any more weak and feeble? Suck it up or this whole ridiculous affair was going to be over before it even started. Such a powerful man would want nothing to do with a weak female. She pulled in a deep breath and held it but it did nothing to calm her growing panic.
Antoine huffed again. “We might have done things that way eighty years ago, but we do things this way now. So, begin.”
He waved towards the stage. Victor obediently leapt up onto it. Sera remained firmly rooted to the spot on the red carpet between the stage and Antoine where he sat in the middle of the front row, her gaze fixed on his. The coldness in his pale blue eyes was fathomless but mixed in with it and his scent was increasing irritation. If she didn’t do something soon, he was going to toss her out on her backside for wasting his time.
She could do this. She would take it slow and pretend that Victor was Antoine, and come up with a new plan while she was at it. If luck was with her, she could conceive something before things went too far. Just how far was he expecting things to go?
Before she could ask, Victor’s hands were under her arms and she was on the stage. Her knees almost gave out when he released her and she wobbled.
Antoine sighed again and raised the stakes with a pinch of the bridge of his elegant straight nose.
“Not wise to keep the boss waiting,” Victor whispered into her ear, his cool breath tickling her neck, and she shivered.
He pressed the full length of his body against her back and her eyes widened as the hard bulge in the front of his black jeans pushed against her bottom. Heavens. She swallowed. Trembled. This was not happening. Antoine couldn’t possibly expect her to perform with this man. She had seen him on stage, witnessed the sort of debauchery he did with women, and the size of his thing. He would break her.
What alternative was there? Either she performed or she ran like a chicken and lost her chance. Antoine would never look at her again. Hell, she would never be able to look at him again. She had said that she would do whatever it took to make him belong to her and she couldn’t back down now that another challenge had presented itself.
She had come here to seduce Antoine.

Seduce him she would.
Seduce is only 99 cents and part of this amazing six-book boxed set called Dark and Dangerous: Six-in-one HOT Paranormal Romances from best-selling authors Laurie LondonCaris Roane,Bonnie VanakErin KellisonJennifer AshleyFelicity Heaton






Saturday, October 19, 2013

BBW (Big Beautiful Werewolf!) excerpt


Excerpt from The Mating Hunt by Bonnie Vanak in DARK AND DANGEROUS



Someone was having sex in the bathroom of Spuds Saloon.

Arianna Sanders wriggled her Spanx-clad bottom on the hard wood seat. The musky scent drifted down the hallway, tickling her nostrils. Low groans and high squeals throbbed against her eardrums.

Bad enough to be a 19-year-old unmated Lupine werewolf ripe for breeding, but to hunger for sex was pure hell.

Pure hell when you were terrified of the very thing your body craved.

Pure hell when you emitted a cloud of pheromones so powerful, you attracted everything from male werewolves to Ogres.

“Blame your big butt,” Darius had told her. “From the back, you look like a female Ogre. Hubba hubba.”

The pack beta ended up sporting a black eye for that remark.

Sitting at a table against the brick wall, Arianna flexed her sore knuckles. Yeah, she had a fat ass. But she also had the best nose in the pack, other than Kyle, her guardian and partner in hunting. And if she and Kyle were to get a bead on three missing Lupine young, they needed information. Spuds was the place where cowboys traded gossip in Hancock, Montana.

Booted heels hooked over the barstool rungs; men lined up at the bar like cattle at a watering trough. Her nostrils flared at the stench of spilt beer and heavy cologne. A wailing country western song pounded against her temples. Damn, she hated bars, but vowed to find out what she could. The three little ones had vanished two weeks ago while hiking with their parents near Mitchell Mountain. The frantic parents contacted Amber Alert, pretending the young were Skins, the Lupine term for humans.

Her sensitive hearing picked up a few stray conversations. “Missing kids.” “Searched forest.” Arianna studied the crowd, looking for signs of nervousness as Kyle had taught her. Rugged bikers sitting at a corner table scowled at the crowd, but she scented nothing unusual.

Except at the bar. There.

Two men in sheepskin jackets studied their beer mugs as sweat oozed from their pores. Their hearts began to pound harder as talk centered on the missing young.

They knew something.

As she headed for the jukebox to eavesdrop, a woman screamed from the back room. “Oh God, oh God!”

Several cowboys snickered. “Damn, thought this was a bar, not a church,” one shouted out.

An embarrassed flush suffused Arianna’s body. She needed to get info and get the hell out.

Her boot heels clicked on the scuffed wood floor as she crossed the room. As she reached the jukebox, her targets pulled money from their wallets and tossed a handful of dollar bills on the bar. She strained to see their faces, but they turned and headed for the exit. Arianna followed.

A drunk staggered into her and grabbed her arm. “C’mere, honey, you smell good. That little lady back there ain’t gonna be the only one getting lucky tonight.”

Practically drooling, the Skin looked more woozy than threatening. 
Dryness coated her throat. She’d thought Skins couldn’t scent her approaching heat.

Guess not. Arianna pulled away and shook her head.

His mouth flattened. “With that fat ass, you’re lucky I’m interested. Should be honored, bitch.”

The insult stung. “With that ugly face, you’d be lucky to find a willing sheep.”

The drunk’s gaze darkened and narrowed. He grabbed her breast. “At least you have some tits.”

“Stop it,” she cried out, immediately snared in a dark memory.

Dark memories surged: greedy hands groping her nubile breasts. Not again. Never again.

Claws emerged from her fingertips as she danced out of reach. Suddenly the familiar scent of sharp, crushed pine and crisp, fallen snow flooded her senses. Then a quiet, deep voice spoke. “Leave the little lady alone. Or else.”

Relief filled her. Kyle.

Drunk guy sneered as Kyle slid out of the hallway shadows, zipping up his jeans. Arianna stiffened. Her guardian had caused the woman’s ecstatic screams.

Wide shouldered and leanly muscled, he stood well over six feet. In a plaid shirt, tight jeans and scuffed boots, he looked like just another tall, muscular cowboy, except for the distinctive Z slashing his left cheek. Despite the scar, females found Kyle irresistible. His beast emerged during the full moon, a savage sexuality resulting from his mixed blood.

Dark brown hair peeked beneath the brim of his black Stetson, hiding his mesmerizing green eyes. They could grow sharp with impatience one minute, hot with passion the next.

Or glacial, as they did now, as he tipped back his hat.

“Or else what?” The words barely fled the drunk’s mouth before Kyle’s fist smashed into it. The man staggered backward, vermilion trickling from his split lip. “That all you got?” the drunk sneered, and swung at Kyle.

Great. She groaned as the duo began to fight. Other patrons crowded around, cheering them on. Time to leave, before all the surging testosterone went turbo.

Arianna headed for the door as Kyle made dog food of the drunk, her attacker, but found it barricaded by five bulky cowboys with rapid pulses and lust-darkened gazes.

“Hey, darling,” one drawled. “You smell soooo good. Why don’t you come here and show us a good time?”

Her breathing ragged, Arianna fought panic. Breath fled out of her bellowing lungs. As they stalked toward her, a low growl ripped from her throat. Oh please, not now, I can control this. Stay in Skin. I can defend myself.

This wasn’t the other time. Not chained and helpless, a scared 12-year-old facing the bad man who wanted to hurt her.

Breathing heavily as they circled, she reached for the switchblade in her back pocket. One rubbed the increasing bulge in his crotch and stalked forward. And then someone seized her from behind, forcing her to drop the knife, pinning her arms.

Logic fled, replaced by a surge of terror, triggering Lupine instinct. 

With a low snarl, she flung off her attacker, sending him crashing into a nearby table. Fur rippled along her arms. Her bones popped and snapped. Go for the target.

The wolf loped toward the man’s groin as screams broke out...

The Mating Hunt is ONLY 99 cents and part of this amazing six-book boxed set called Dark and Dangerous: Six-in-one HOT Paranormal Romances from best-selling authors Laurie LondonCaris Roane,Bonnie VanakErin KellisonJennifer AshleyFelicity Heaton




Sunday, October 13, 2013

SIX books for 99 cents! #DarkandDangerous


ONLY 99 cents and NOW available!

Dark and Dangerous: Six-in-one HOT Paranormal Romance Boxed Set from best-selling authors Laurie LondonCaris Roane,Bonnie VanakErin KellisonJennifer AshleyFelicity Heaton



AND we are doing a bunch of fun, cool contests to celebrate! To find out more, visit my Facebook page by clicking HERE!


Saturday, October 05, 2013

Dark & Dangerous, only 99 cents!

















My new project! Dark and Dangerous: Six-in-one HOT Paranormal Romance Boxed Set from best-selling authors Laurie London, Caris Roane, Bonnie VanakErin KellisonJennifer Ashley, Felicity Heaton. Coming October 14th to ebook retailers across the globe for ONLY 99 cents!

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Excerpt to The Mating Seduction

Happy to say The Mating Seduction has a potential release date of
late October! This is Jackson and Lexie's story, Book 3 of my Werewolves of Montana series. Excerpt is below. Happy reading!


 The Mating Seduction, copyright 2013 by Bonnie Vanak

            Thick clouds blotted out the pale moonlight and the stars. It was a perfect night for stealing a horse.
            Lexie Walters limped across the paddock to the red barn of the Mitchell Ranch. She opened the door and slipped inside the stable, ignoring the soft whickers and whinnies of the pack’s other horses. Scents of hay and dung stung her nostrils. Heart thudding hard, Lexie advanced to the stall tucked in the back. Diamond poked her head over the door and whickered a welcome.
            Heart racing fast, Lexie shrugged out of her pack and set it down. She stroked Diamond’s velvet nose. “You ok? They taking good care of you?”
            Diamond snorted softly.
            “I know girl. I miss you, too.” A lump the size of a baseball rose in her throat as she nuzzled her cheek against the mare. “Miss you so much. It’s you and me against the world.”
            Diamond didn’t care that she walked with a halting gimp or that she never got invited to the college frat parties on campus. Her horse didn’t snicker like that salesgirl when she tried on a riding outfit and couldn’t button it. Diamond liked to win barrel races, like Lexie. But now they really needed each other.
            She fumbled with the catch on the stall door. A new, tangy scent teased her nostrils. She’d barely registered the sharp, crisp smell of polished leather and spices when something whooshed through the air. The lariat fell mid-shoulder and the owner yanked tight, binding her arms to her waist.
            Roping her like a yearling calf.
            Sweat streamed down her backside as she struggled in the tight snare. Then a tall form eased out from the shadows. He flipped a switch. Overhead lights revealed the rope’s holder.
            Jackson Palmer, Diamond’s new owner. His full mouth curved in a knowing smile.
            Her throat went dry. Jackson, the taciturn, sexy Lupine who’d taught her  a few riding tricks two years ago. Boot heels clicked across the floor as he advanced. Lexie’s heart raced. Not as tall as other Lupines, he still towered over her like a strong oak tree. A blue chambray work shirt was opened at the throat, revealing a triangle of dark hair. Blue jeans molded to his muscular thighs. Those same thighs were expert at guiding a horse as he rode.
            A hank of dark brown hair hung over his forehead. As he pushed it away, his dark brown eyes glinted and he rubbed his free hand over the dark bristles shadowing his strong jawline.
            “Strange time to visit, Lexie.” Jackson gave a gentle tug, forcing her to walk toward him. “Figured you’d make your move tonight, with the race coming up soon.”
            Panic lodged in her throat as he kept a tight hold on the rope with one hand. With his other, he unzipped her pack. Her mouth went dry as he dumped out the contents.
            “Rope, halter and a few carrots and felt for her hoofs to silence them,” he drawled.
            Lexie’s mouth wobbled.  “Diamond was sold while I was away at college, before I had a chance to talk to Nikita. I’ll find the money somehow to pay you back. I need my horse.”
            Pity flared in his dark gaze as he straightened. “Can’t do that. She belongs to me and I have plans for her. And now I’ll have to tell both our alphas you were caught on Mitchell pack territory.”
            Nikita already knew and approved of Lexie stealing back her own horse. The Bordello Border Rodeo and barrel racing competition in Texas was in two weeks. Winning was Lexie’s one shot at helping her alpha and finding real acceptance among her pack. She had to have Diamond to win the race.
            “You have to let me borrow her then. Please. I’ll return Diamond after the race.” Desperation nudged her to add, “I’ll even give you a share of the winnings.”
            “No can do, sweetheart. She’s mine, fair and square. Lupine law deals harshly with horse thieves, but I’ll work something out.”
            His deep, quiet voice stroked over her. She squared her shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. “I’m not good at following the laws of other wolf packs.”
            “Lupine,” he corrected. “We’re Lupines and so are you. I can teach you all about laws of the pack, if you’d let me.”
            “It could never work out between us.”
            “You didn’t give it a chance. You didn’t give me a chance.” His mouth tightened. “Instead you ran away.”
            “I wasn’t running from you. I was running to college, to my future.”
            Two years ago, she’d stayed at the Mitchell ranch while Jackson gave her riding lessons. She developed a huge crush on the sexy Lupine with the wide smile. Then Jackson had kissed her in the barn and scared the hell out of her. She’d never wanted a man as badly as she’d wanted Jackson and had almost tumbled with him in the hay.
            It had taken all of her strength to shove him away, telling him she planned to ride on the circuit, attend college and remain a virgin. Jackson was pure male and pure wolf. He liked running with the moon and shifting whenever he could. His touch made her quiver and his kiss had burned her with a need she could never fill.
Sex with Jackson meant getting naked. And she never wanted him to know how abnormal she was. It was bad enough being called a freak by some Skins, the term Lupines used for humans. But if Jackson saw her? No way.
            “And now you’re back.” He gave the rope a gentle tug. “I’ll have to tell Aiden and bring you to Lupine justice before the pack. It will mean Aiden will demand a formal investigation of Nikita and why she allows her females to sneak into another pack’s turf.”
            Panic surged through Lexie. Such a power play would give Aiden control and could mean Nikita’s secrets would be spilled. Her alpha had been firm. No one must know.
“Don’t, please,” she begged, hating the pleading note in her voice.
            An almost tender expression came over him, then he looked dark and dangerous again. He stroked a hand over his chin. “I won’t, under one condition. I’ll even loan you Diamond so you can race, under that same condition.”
            A spark of hope ignited, pushing aside the grim future. She tried to keep the eagerness from her voice.
            “Name it.”
            “You stay here on the ranch with me. For the next seven nights…” his wicked smile grew wider, “naked in my bed.”

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Excerpt from Demon Wolf

Hi everyone. I've been busy working on the next Nocturne, the third book in my Navy SEALs mini series. Demon Wolf is scheduled for release in May.  Here's a sample from that book. Hope you enjoy!

Demon Wolf by Bonnie Vanak
copyright 2013 by Bonnie Vanak

Ladies night at the paranormal Dive Bar.
            Once a month, Tom dropped the magick shield blinding humans to the bar’s presence. He announced two for one drinks and the human women streamed inside as if he’d offered marriage proposals to millionaires.
            The custom was for regulars, who liked human women warming their beds once in a while. Tom’s bar was a short distance from Little Creek, home to Seal Team 21’s elite Phoenix Force in Virginia. When in town, the secret force of paranormal SEALs crowded the seats.
            Lt. Commander Dale “Curt” Curtis, commanding officer of Seal Team 21, ignored the chatter around him. He sipped his beer, waited for his burger.
            Scar tissue pulled and stretched uncomfortably, reminding him of a body no woman wanted to see naked.  While in the hospital, his sometime girlfriend had visited.  Marianne had taken one look at the blood and bandages and left.
No Mage female wanted him. No human, either, even if she didn’t sense he was a powerful Primary Elemental Mage who could fry her to ashes with a single flick of his finger.
Dale knew he was better off alone.
            “You ok, Commander?”
            Tom always called him by his title. Sign of respect.  Dale nodded. It had been the ultimate bitch of a day, back at work only ten days after two long months of mandatory medical leave. Paperwork piled to his nose, submerged in long meetings, most of his team deployed to dispatch a last minute threat overseas. Only Ensign Grant “Sully” Sullivan remained at base. Chief Petty Officer Sam “Shay” Shaymore was in North Carolina, training in close quarters combat with SEAL ‘norms, human Navy SEALS. He’d taken his new wife with him.
            Dale relaxed into a smile as he thought of the much younger Shay. Last month the SEAL married his girlfriend. Dale had proudly escorted the fatherless Kelly down the aisle. A wedding he’d never forget, glad to see the two Mages declare their love in a lifelong bond. Those two had rescued him from the dark, dank basement where he had only memories of pain and blood.
            And the scent of a woman… he could never forget.
            Across the bar, Sully flirted with a pretty, slightly tipsy blonde. The woman rested her hand on the SEAL’s arm, giving him a suggestive look. Someone was getting something something tonight.
            Dale hoped Sully remembered to glove before love. A half-human bastard faced a lot of hardship in the real world.
            Children. Setting down his beer, he closed his eyes. One regret he’d had in his 11 year marriage. Kathy hadn’t wanted any. The Mage had used one excuse after another and finally, she just left, but not before admitting she’d been sleeping in another man’s bed.
            You’re a good man, Dale. But you’re never around, not when I really need you.
Deep inside, he still craved a home life, a wife, and a family. But what woman would want him now, his body looking like a road map to hell?
            Someday, maybe, he’d find someone else. But first, he’d find the demon wolf responsible for scarring his body and when he did, that shapeshifter would pay. Such evil must be eradicated before innocents got hurt. Dale would do so gladly, sending the SOB straight to hell.
            Suddenly he felt someone watching him. Very carefully.
            Dale felt eyes upon him, but scanning the bar, saw nothing unusual. Yet his Mage instincts prickled. Someone covertly studied him, sizing him up.
            Tom slid a steaming burger, fries piled high, before him. “Here you go, Commander. My treat.”
            “Thanks Tom,” Dale said, surprised.
            “No, thank you, sir. If not for you… “ Emotion shadowed the man’s face. “What you did to free those kids, sacrificing yourself to those demons and that hellhound wolf, hell, we’re all grateful to you. I’ve got five kids and the thought of them enduring what you did…”
The cougar shifter’s spine stiffened.  “I’m proud to call you a friend. You’re more than a  SEAL. You’re a damn fine officer and gentleman.”
            Holy hellfire, the man actually saluted him. Uncomfortable with the praise, Dale nodded. “No thanks necessary.”
            A few of the bar’s regulars studied him like a moth pinned to a cork board.  Damn, all he wanted was a burger, not this scrutiny. Dale began to eat.
            The brunette next to him spoke. “Come here often?”
            Once in a while, against the ladies room wall, pushing deep and hard, a woman’s long legs wrapped around his thrusting hips. 
            She gave a sultry smile, red lips moist and pursed. The tight blue dress clung to a body that had caught quite a few glances from the bar’s male occupants.
            “You’re a SEAL.”
            Wonderful. Human Frog Hog. He swallowed a bite, shrugged.
            “My second cousin’s best friend is a Navy SEAL.” Now she slid over, her long, red nails on his forearm. “I adore you guys. I can’t thank you enough for what you do for our country, to keep us safe. You’re so brave and strong, and I’d love to demonstrate my appreciation.”
            Hollow words, spoken by a woman who just wanted to screw a SEAL. Maybe one time he’d accept her offer, follow her home and show her the alternative meaning of Hoo Yah. Not tonight. Tonight he felt every single one of his 420 years.
            The woman’s nose wrinkled as she studied his right arm.  Dale automatically shifted to hide the jagged gash. “That’s a nasty scar. Did you get it in combat?”
            No, I got it, and a rash of others, when I was tied up in a basement and tortured by a wolf’s claws. Care to know more?
            Appetite turned to dust, Dale slid his plate back. “Thanks Tom.”
            Clear disappointment showed on the woman’s face as he pushed back his stool. She turned to her right, engaged a member of ST 21’s support staff, the vampire enthralled with the woman’s long neck.
            Nice night for a quick bite, he thought in sour amusement. Like every human here, she would recall only a pleasurable buzz the next day, assume it was alcohol induced.
As he went to leave, a familiar scent hit him. Not the floral perfume of the human women, nor the heavy cologne of the males pursuing them. Something deeper, richer, more fragrant.
            It reminded him of crushed autumn leaves, the burning richness of smoke on a hearth, the musky scent of pure … sex.
            Dale whipped his head up, a memory pinging.
            Her.


Sunday, August 11, 2013

New release... The Mating Hunt!


The Mating Hunt is now available on Kindle, Nook, Smashwords and All Romance ebooks!


Welcome to the sensual world of the Lupine, where the burning drive to mate claims all...

Arianna Sanders doesn’t remember everything that happened to her when she was 12. All she knows is a savage monster left her terrified of sex and a freak among Lupines, werewolves known for their sensual nature. Her guardian is the only male she trusts, the one she secretly desires. Arianna longs to overcome her fear and make love with the sexy, mysterious shifter. But Kyle Morgan harbors a dark secret, one that if Arianna knew, would send her screaming into the night.

The fiercely protective Kyle hungers for the voluptuous Arianna, who’s been teased for her generous backside. He thinks she’s perfect and dreams about consummating the passion smoldering between them. When Arianna makes a lethal mistake and is told she must mate before the full moon or face execution by the powerful Silver Wizard, Kyle knows the time has come. He must tame the savage, sexual beast inside him before he can claim the woman he’s vowed to protect from all harm.


But a greater threat emerges when Kyle and Arianna find three missing Lupine children stolen by humans. Vowing to protect the children with their lives, they must band together to fight a growing evil that threatens the entire Lupine population, an evil that will reignite Arianna’s old terrors…



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Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Excerpt from The Mating Hunt!

The Mating Hunt, the next book in my Werewolves of Montana series, is edited! I'm anticipating a publication date by the end of July. In the meantime, here is a teaser... hope you enjoy! 

The Mating Hunt (Warning: This excerpt contains rough language and explicit material.)
copyright 2013 by Bonnie Vanak


Two men at the bar pretended interest in their beer mugs, but she scented sweat oozing from their pores, heard the increased beating of their hearts beneath their sheepskin jackets.
They knew something.
Pushing back her chair, she headed for the jukebox near their table, her boot heels clicking on the scuffed wood floor. Kyle made these rugged cow hands look like Sunday school students. But he wasn’t here. Probably in some female Skin’s warm bed, driving into her in ecstatic oblivion. Mouth dry at the image, she ran a finger over the juke’s scratched glass.
The two men pulled money from their wallets, tossed it on the bar. She strained to see their faces, but they kept their backs to her, pushing their way through the crowded tables toward the door. Arianna started to follow, when a drunk staggered into her and grabbed her arm.
“Damn, honey, you smell good. C’mere. I’m in the mood for love.”
Practically drooling, the Skin looked woozy. Cursing the drunk’s lack of inhibition, she pulled away.
His mouth flattened. “With that fat ass, you’re lucky I’m interested. Should be honored, bitch.”
The insult stung, but she gave him a cool look. “With that fugly face, you’d be lucky to find a willing sheep.”
The drunk’s gaze darkened and narrowed. He grabbed her breast. “At least you have some tits.”
“Stop it,” she cried out.
Dark memories surged: greedy hands reaching for her, feeling her breasts as if she were steak. Claws emerged from her fingertips. Arianna lifted her hand. No one forced her.
As she drew back, a familiar scent made her nostrils flare. The sharpness of crushed pine and crisp, fallen snow. Then a quiet, deep voice spoke. “Leave the little lady alone. Or else.”
Drunk guy sneered as a tall cowboy slid out of the hallway shadows, zipping up his jeans. Kyle. Arianna stiffened as she recognized the musky smell of sex. Her guardian had been using one of the back rooms known for quick trysts.
In a plaid thermal shirt, faded jeans and scuffed boots, he looked like just another tall, muscular cow hand, except for the distinctive Z slashing his left cheek. Dark brown hair peeked beneath the brim of his black Stetson, hiding his mesmerizing green eyes. They could grow sharp with impatience one minute, hot with passion the next.
Or glacial, as they did now, as he tipped back the hat to study her would-be molester.
“Or else what?”
Words barely fled the drunk’s mouth when a fist smashed into it. The man staggered backward. He wiped the blood off his mouth. “That all you got?”
Great. She groaned as the drunk swung at Kyle. Other patrons crowded around the fighting men, cheering them on.
Yup. Good time to leave, before all the surging testosterone went turbo.
Arianna fled for the door as Kyle made dog food of her attacker, but found it barricaded.
By five tall, bulky cowboys with rapid pulses and lust-darkened gazes. “Hey darling,” one drawled. “You smell soooo good. Why don’t you come here and show us a good time?”
Breath fled out of her bellowing lungs. As they stalked toward her, a low growl ripped from her throat. Oh please, not now, I can control this. Stay in Skin. You can defend yourself.
This wasn’t the other time. Not chained and helpless, a scared 12-year-old who could barely defend herself.
Breathing heavily as they circled, she reached for the switchblade in her back pocket. One rubbed the increasing bulge in his crotch and stalked forward. And then someone seized her from behind, forcing her to drop the knife, pinning her arms.
Logic fled, replaced by a surge of terror, triggering Lupine instinct. With a low snarl, she flung off her attacker, sending him crashing into a nearby table. Fur rippled along her arms. Her bones popped and snapped. Go for the target.

The wolf loped toward the man’s groin as screams broke out.


Oh shit.
Kyle threw the drunk against the bar and turned in time to see a large gray wolf growl at a cowboy. A large wet stain spread over the man’s crotch, triggering his own Lupine instinct to attack. Unlike Arianna, he had control.
As the man stumbled backward, tripped over a chair and fell, the wolf snarled. Someone pulled a pistol from his holster, and cocked the trigger. Double shit.
Vaulting over a table, he tackled the gray wolf as she loped toward the terrified cowboy. Kyle rolled, tussling with her, putting a hand over her nose.
Letting her scent him.
Instantly Arianna calmed, her body growing limp. He stood and rose off the now whimpering wolf, head between her paws, tail lowered submissively. Something deep inside him broke.
Bar patrons stared, jaws dropping. A few took photos on their phones, and his guts clenched as he imagined the ensuing photos on Facebook and Twitter.
His gaze shot to Dell, the bar’s owner and a fellow Lupine. Dell nodded and pressed a button, scrambling all electronic communication.
Holding open the door, Kyle gestured. The wolf rose and trotted outside. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it, fishing out his cell phone. Didn’t need to get a signal for this particular call.
He hated this, but had no choice. Not with that little display before half the town’s male Skins.
Kyle pressed the speed dial, the OtherWorld equivalent of 9-1-1.
A long minute later, a dark-eyed man materialized. Clad in black leather pants, a wrinkled black shirt and doeskin boots, he looked pissed, as if someone had interrupted his dinner. Or something much more intimate, Kyle thought, as he inhaled the musky fragrance of sex and realized the man’s shirt was half-tucked in.
Tristan, the Silver Wizard, a member of the Brehon, the four powerful wizard judges of Otherworlders. Few messed with him, and those who did ended up as a pile of gray ash.
“I need a mind cleanse. The Skins inside saw her Change.” Tensing, he watched the powerful sorcerer scowl. Wind lifted Tristan’s shoulder-length black hair, each strand tipped with silver, glinting like polished chrome beneath the moonlit night.
“Again. The second time in two months. This one, she’s become a real problem.”
“The Skins wanted to rape her.”
Tristan’s nostril’s flared. “She’s approaching her heat. Is she insane, walking into a Skin bar with enough pheromones to make a eunuch erect? Has no male claimed her yet? A mating will severely dilute her sexual allure.”
“She’s refused to mate.”
The wizard’s thoughtful gaze rested on Kyle. Not going there, buddy. His brand of sex was rough, hard and shattering. Love ‘em, give them enough orgasms to light up a city block, and leave ‘em. Arianna needed a gentle male to arouse her passion and stick around for the long term.
He didn’t do long-term. Ever.
“Sometimes female Lupines must be forced.”
Kyle bristled. “Force her and she’ll only turn more feral than she did tonight.”
“Then we have a little problem,” Tristan said softly.
The wizard’s dark eyes glowed ice blue. Kyle’s blood pressure plummeted as he sensed the gathering current of pure power. The wolf whimpered and lowered her head. Tristan wanted to fry Arianna right here, solving the problem that was her.
Squatting down, Kyle hooked his arms in a protective gesture around the wolf, fingers tunneling through her thick, warm fur. “It’s not her fault. She can’t help it.”
Suddenly he felt a warm, soft body replace fur and muscle and his hands cupped two generous breasts. His dick went instantly hard. Swearing under his breath, he pulled away, averting his gaze until Arianna clothed herself by magick. Kyle pulled her upward. Blond curls tumbled over his arm. He resisted the primal urge to lift one, inhale her delicate fragrance. Trembling, she faced the wizard, feet planted apart, defiance in her cornflower blue eyes.
It was like watching a spunky Chihuahua challenge an angry grizzly.
Hollowness speared his chest. Kyle yanked her backward, slid his arms around her waist, and rested his chin atop her head.
“If you’re going to throw down, you’ll have to take us both,” he warned Tristan.