SEAL Wolf Undercover Available Now!
No wolf is safe in USA Today bestseller Terry Spear’s new installment of the SEAL Wolf series.
Never be so foolish as to fall for the enemy…
Special wolf agent Jillian Matthews has joined the jaguar-run United
Shifter Force to track down a deadly criminal. She’s even willing to
work with PI Vaughn Greystroke―until the hot, growly SEAL wolf makes the
mistake of getting in her way. Naturally, she shoots him. Who could
blame her?
Vaughn Greystroke has always worked alone. But when a
string of attempted murders puts him in the crosshairs, teaming up with
the Shifter Force begins to sound like a good idea. Even if he has to
work with alluring―and potentially treacherous―Jillian Matthews. Vaughn
is a trained SEAL, after all. He can surely keep his distance from
Jillian…no matter how much she’s getting under his skin.
It all
began with SEAL Hunter in To Tempt the Wolf!–Just think: Naked wolf on
beach during a storm–beautiful woman who takes him in–what could be
better? Except he doesn’t even remember who he is.
SEAL Wolf Series:
A SEAL in Wolf’s Clothing (Book 1)
A SEAL Wolf for Christmas (Book 2)
SEAL Wolf Hunting (Book 3)
SEAL Wolf in Too Deep (Book 4)
SEAL Wolf Undercover (Book 5)
Praise for SEAL Wolf in Too Deep:
“A sexy, smoldering tale… If you enjoy reading about uber-manly,
hot-as-heck heroes, this is a must-read!”―RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars
“Another winner… once again [Spear] had me captivated with her storytelling.”―Night Owl Reviews
“A funny, fun, and extremely intriguing read.” ―Fresh Fiction
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Excerpt from SEAL Wolf Undercover by Terry Spear
Jillian couldn’t believe that a
lupus garou
could be trying to kill her brother. The wolf chasing Miles had to be a
shifter. She knew he wasn’t running with Miles for fun. Not with the
way her brother had howled, calling to her for help. If the other wolf
had been in trouble too, he would have howled along with her brother No,
he’d been hell bent on Miles’s trail. Worse, she worried he could be
the wolf who had nearly killed Douglas.
She ran through the woods
to track where the wounded wolf had gone once he’d finally veered from
her brother’s path. Wild wolves had been sighted in Oregon, so at first
she’d thought it might have claimed the territory and was chasing Miles
out of the area, or worse, planned to kill him. When she couldn’t scare
him off with the first three rounds she’d fired, she was certain he was a
shifter. She found drops of blood collected on vegetation, the light
rain already diluting it, and followed them to the river where the trail
ended.
In the misty rain, she glanced in the direction the river
was flowing, and thought she saw a wolf’s head bobbing up and down in
the water. She couldn’t be certain, considering the conditions: the
water was dark, the object was far away, and the day was overcast.
She
continued to watch until whatever it was disappeared beyond a bend in
the river. Her heart pounding, she ran in the direction of her cabin,
hoping her brother was there and could tell her what was going on. If
she didn’t need to hang onto her rifle and cell phone, she would have
shifted and run as a wolf. Much faster that way.
She was glad the
wolf was no longer chasing her brother, but she did hate that she’d had
to shoot him. With their shifter ability to heal faster than humans, he
would be fine in no time.
As soon as the cabin came into view, she
hurried to the front door, unlocked it, and called out to her brother.
He didn’t respond, and she didn’t hear him in the back bedroom. She
stalked back to the room, but he wasn’t there. Why wouldn’t he have come
here? Unless he was afraid of bringing the big, bad wolf to their
doorstep.
For now, she had other
business to take care of. She left a message for her brother, telling
him to call her at once, that she was working with some jaguar shifters.
And that Douglas was in dire straits after someone attacked him. She
would be staying at the red wolf pack’s ranch part of the time. She
considered trying to track down her brother as a wolf, but with the
other wolf wounded and leaving this area, she figured Miles would be
okay for now.
Teaming up with jaguars was something totally new for
her. Never in a million years would she have believed she’d be working
with a combined force of jaguar shifters and a wolf; and with another,
if they could solicit his help. On the way over to her cabin, Leidolf
had informed her about a hardcore Navy SEAL, also turned PI —and from
what she’d read about his profile, a loner in his investigative work—who
was in the area and was also investigating the attack on Douglas. From a
photo Leidolf had sent to the team, he was one hot looking specimen of a
wolf and single, though she just happened to notice that information by
chance. And he looked a hell of a lot like the guy she’d seen at the
Kitty Cat Club in San Diego. The good Samaritan. That meant he had been a
wolf all along. She should have known.
She quickly packed a bag and
left to join the shifters at the cabin nearby to meet up with the SEAL
wolf, hoping she’d hear from her brother soon. She also put in a call to
Leidolf for an update on Douglas’s condition.
***
Vaughn
bobbed up and down in the icy water, thankful his wolf’s double coat
protected him from the chilling cold. He had to take care of his wound
first, hoping it wasn’t too bad and he would heal quickly enough. He was
certain the gray wolf couldn’t have suddenly armed himself with a
rifle, so he was still running as a wolf, and that meant Vaughn could
try to find his scent again. What if he had an accomplice? Maybe that’s
why he howled. To get help from a wolf shifter friend or pack member who
would shoot Vaughn instead of coming to his aid as a wolf. The shooter
wouldn’t have been some random hunter then. A marksman lying in wait
while Vaughn tried to take down the wolf seemed too damned convenient to
be mere coincidence.
***
Okay, so how did I come up with
this idea? I wanted to include jaguars and wolves in this venture–and a
hot SEAL wolf. That was it. At the end of the previous jaguar book, A
Very Jaguar Christmas, I had mentioned trouble in Portland, Oregon,
where a red wolf pack lives. I hadn’t mentioned them in a long time, so I
wanted to set the story there. And I wanted to have jaguars causing
trouble for wolves. I wanted an exciting beginning–but I wanted it to be
sexy. But it had to include both jaguars and wolves. But it also had to
focus on the romance between one couple. And it had to have shifting.
And romance. And conflict.
I’d watched a show about treasure
hunters stealing from each other in deep sea dives. The wolf series is
so long running, that every one of them has to be different from the
rest, and I’d never had a treasure hunting story before. So after much
writing and rewriting, I finally decided to make treasure hunting at the
root of it.
And that’s how I came up with SEAL Wolf Undercover!
Have a happy, non-conflict-filled day!!!
Terry
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
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works of art at the New Mexico zoo for wildlife. And a Mexican Gray
Wolf. Working on Dreaming of a White Wolf Christmas edits! What are you
doing today?
Happy New Year's Eve! Be safe!
You
thought I was going to say Santa and the elves, didn’t you? But the
fairies create havoc with everything I do, so I figured I’d hedge my
bets and mention them instead. I was at a luncheon in Old Spring and it
was a gloomy, rainy day, and when I say rain, I mean, icy cold rain all
day. But not to be thwarted as I never get down there and I wanted to
see if they had anything unique for Christmas gifts, I trudged through
the puddles of water in the rain, and every shop was just as cold as I
was.
But
not here. When I reached the German Gift House, they had mulled wine
and German cookies, and best of all a genuine, beautiful Old Saint Nick.
I was wet, cold and my hair was a mess from wearing the hood up on my
raincoat for two hours in the rain, and when they asked if I wanted my
picture taken with Santa, I said no. Then they talked me into it, and I
was so glad they did. My dad’s paternal grandparents were German, Wilde,
which means wild. Here we thought he was a wild Irishman, but he was a
wild German instead. The Irish and Scottish and French, and the German
Cremers/Cramer were on my mother’s side.
