Two wolves. One mate. A love that defines the future.
Witch Isobella Rodriguez is dying, and there’s only one thing that can save her—being turned into a werewolf. Only one pack has that ability. The Langeais wolves.
They won’t sanction a turning. That’s a privilege reserved for human mates. But if she takes on a dangerous mission to tenth-century France to rid the world of a witch-hunting bishop, they guarantee she’ll survive. That can only mean one thing.
Twins Edmond and Aubert Montagne are formidable warriors on their own. Together, they are terrifying. They share an enduring bond forged through heartache and loss, but when they rescue a woman from the clutches of the witch hunter, it threatens to tear them apart. They both want to claim her as their mate. It’s happened once before, and it nearly destroyed them.
With the witch hunter gathering forces, they’ll need to band together to survive. And do something never before done in the history of the Langeais wolves. Share a mate.
General Release Date: 31st March 2026
San Francisco
October 2023
Isobella Rodriguez juggled two grocery bags and a bottle of Dom Pérignon as she dug her keys from her purse and unlocked her apartment door. It was their anniversary today—hers and Douglas’. Not their wedding anniversary. She was hoping there would be one. In the future. Soon. She sighed. Maybe.
Three years ago today, Douglas had proposed, but there was no sign of a wedding on the horizon. Isobella had brought the topic up many times. Picked dates that would work for his family and hers, with his work and hers. Had made sure the dates didn’t clash with anything coven-related. Dates a long way in advance so they had plenty of time to plan. Douglas had vetoed them all, for one reason or another.
She threw her purse and keys onto the coffee table and set her grocery bags on the kitchen counter. She was going to broach the topic again tonight. One last time.
Isobella flicked the coffee machine on and unpacked her shopping. Filet mignon, chat potatoes, fresh green beans, a bottle of malbec for the jus, mascarpone, a packet of ladyfingers and a bottle of Tia Maria for Douglas’ favorite dessert, tiramisu. She’d taken the afternoon off. Given herself plenty of time to cook, to have a nice soak in the bath, set the table with candles and find some mood music. She eyed the Victoria’s Secret bag. She’d even splurged on pretty lingerie in the hopes the evening would go well.
Isobella fiddled with the engagement ring on her finger. Was she setting herself up for failure? Maybe. But she couldn’t keep going on this way. Only last week at a coven gathering, it had come up again. Her lack of a wedding date. The sniggers and side-eye looks, the whispers… They weren’t subtle.
Isobella had smiled and given a vague answer. Something about them both being busy at work and not being too worried about it. But it hurt, and she was worried. Why wouldn’t Douglas set a date?
Her papá had wrapped an arm around her. “Ignore them. The only thing that matters is what you and Douglas think.”
“He loves me, right?” she’d asked. “He wouldn’t have proposed otherwise, would he? Do you think I pushed him too hard for a date too soon? Maybe he needs some time to get used to the idea. He has been busy at work, and things in the coven have been rather stressful of late, with the Kings and all.”
Her papá’s gaze had wandered across the room, to her fiancé in an animated conversation with Irena King. Douglas had thrown back his head and laughed at something Irena had said. When was the last time he’d laughed like that with her?
Her father had sighed. “You have a big heart, mija. Always seeing the good in people and giving them many chances to live up to your hopes for them. But let me give you a little piece of advice. When a man tells you with his actions how he feels about you, believe him. Mm.”
Then he’d gathered her stepmother in his other arm and dropped a kiss on her forehead. She’d envied her stepmother in that moment. Oh sure, Douglas kissed her often enough. A peck on the cheek here and there. A quick kiss exchanged as they left for work in the morning. The man had gotten down on one knee, a bunch of red roses in his hand, and proposed. Never mind he’d forgotten Isobella wasn’t a fan of roses. But the tender way her papá had treated his new wife… Isobella had had to think hard to remember the last time Douglas had been that way with her.
The coffee machine clicked off. In the sudden silence, a noise echoed from down the hall. Isobella froze. Was someone in their flat? A burglar? She held her breath and listened. A thump, then…a giggle? What the hell?
She tiptoed to her purse, found her can of mace, slipped off her shoes and padded down the corridor barefoot and silent. At their bedroom door, she paused. More giggles, a feminine moan, then a voice Isobella knew all too well. A voice that had once whispered in her ear, told her he loved her and asked her to marry him. Douglas.
Steeling her heart, Isobella nudged the door open. The can of mace slipped from her fingers. There was her fiancé of three years, Douglas, in their bed. Between the naked thighs of Irena King.
K.E Turner can't remember a time when she wasn't writing stories or reading books—as a teenager in class instead of doing math, in her lunch break at work, or at home when there's housework to be done. With a love of history, mystery, suspense, paranormal, and romance, she likes combining more than one element in her stories.
An award winning author, she writes spicy paranormal romances and romantic suspense, with strong but good hearted heroes, smart, sassy heroines and an often unexpected villain or two, to shake things up.
Based in a small village by the beach on the east coast of Australia, she lives with her husband and two dogs. A hopeless romantic, she enjoys sunsets over the water, walks on the beach, candlelit dinners and a nice shiraz.
Find K.E. Turner at her website, on Instagram and on BookBub.
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