Thursday, 9 August 2012

Selena Blake UK Blog Tour and Giveaway

Welcome everyone to the Loose Knickers edition of the Selena Blake UK Blog Tour, so what do I have for you today?

Author: Selena Blake
Series: Stormy Weather Book 5
Genre: erotic paranormal romance
Keywords: werewolf, werecoyote, blizzard
Length: novella (40,000 words)
Heat level: erotic

Kendall Carver knows one thing for sure – security doesn’t last. Injured and on the run, a sinfully handsome stranger saves her life.

Cajun werewolf Burke Devereux learned his lesson 200 years ago. No humans, ever. No looking, no touching, no kissing and certainly no making love. Eager to escape his Pack’s matchmaking attempts he heads for his cabin. But nothing could have prepared him for the raging blizzard or the beautiful woman begging for his help.

 Burke’s always prided himself on his self control but as things get cozy, desire sparks and old secrets are brought to light. He must decide how far he will go to protect her.


The car came out of nowhere, horn blaring, bright lights reflecting off the curtains of falling snow. Burke Deveraux let out a curse as a streak of red passed him on the left. His wipers swiped across the windshield, trying furiously to keep the thick snow at bay. Didn't that lunatic driver realize they were in the middle of a blizzard? On a mountain road?

The tires of his Land Rover slipped on the icy slush, despite the snow chains, and his hands tightened on the wheel. Just ten more miles of four to six percent grade and he'd be to the cabin. Give or take a few. He'd driven this road for years, but with all the white stuff coming down, it was hard to gage exactly where he was. The only thing that mattered was that he was long gone from Louisiana and whatever was in the water.

The was no other explanation for four devoted bachelors to all find love in the span of five months. And while he was happy that they'd found their mates, and couldn't wait to become an uncle, he much preferred his bachelor lifestyle.

His brother and cousins had started talking about him finding his mate the moment Andre and Juliette had gotten back together. And over the last few weeks, they hadn’t let up. Even the women were in on it. The moment his favo-rite ski resort had announced an early season opening he'd high tailed it out of there.

Burke didn't want a mate.

He just wanted some peace and quiet and to catch some fresh powder. And to forget the memories that clawed at him every time he saw one the wom-en that had infiltrated Deveraux pack.

What he hadn't bet on was the blizzard bearing down on him now.

Or the flash of red that jerked his attention to the side of the road.

He stepped hard on the breaks, trying to avoid the red car and the snow-bank. For a nauseating moment the world was a streak of white. Burke’s hands strangled the steering wheel as he fought to keep the tires on the road.

The antilock brakes kicked in and the vehicle slowed, but Burke exhaled too soon.

In the blink of an eye the tires slipped in the slick snow and the back wheels swung right. Curses rent the air and his luggage rolled around like a pebble in a tin can. Gin let out a startled bark from the back seat.

Finally, when everything was still, the SUV was pointed down the moun-tain. A gust of wind cleared enough snow out of the air that he could see the bright red car half buried by a pile of snow/half dangling off the side of the mountain.

He unclenched his teeth, worked his jaw and huffed out a sigh. So much for a relaxing vacation.

The formerly groggy Labrador was now wide awake in the backseat. Gin let out a deep bark and smacked Burke in the cheek with his tail. He let out another woof, his nose pressed against the side window.

“You all right?”

Gin sighed in that purely canine way that said he wasn’t thrilled with the situation.

The other driver made no move to back out of the dune and Burke figured that the idiot had wrecked his car. He pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. He'd report the wreck and wait until the wrecker got here. If the wrecker got here.

No signal.

Great. He tossed the phone aside and reached behind the passenger's seat for his coat. Maybe the lunatic in the other car had a phone that would work. Tendrils of snow swooshed into the car as he opened the door. Bracing against the icy wind he planted one boot in the ankle deep snow and then the other.

Tugging on his thick Northface coat he headed down the road toward the other car once again questioning his decision to try to beat the storm. The colli-sion had killed the engine, mangling what he could see of the front end.

Ah hell.

A blonde lay hunched over the steering wheel, not moving. Blood soaked the back of her grey sweatshirt. He knocked on the window and wished he'd tugged on his gloves. The woman didn't move. He peered into the car, looking for a phone, and saw a large purse wedged between her chest and the steering wheel.

He tested the handle of her door. Locked. Figured. The small window be-hind the driver’s seat was shattered, half the glass missing. He reached through the gaping hole and flipped the lock.

Wrenching the door open he checked the pulse at her throat. Still thump-ing. He braced both hands around her neck and the base of her skull and then, as gently as he could, settled her back in her seat and took stock of her injuries.

And arrestingly adorable features. She looked like an angel, a cherub, with glossy pink lips. With a bloody gash across her forehead and...was that a pink streak in her hair? He leaned closer. And a thick purple stripe too.
A fierce wind howled over head, making the trees sway and groan. She gave a soft moan, and then, as if she'd awoken, her body went rigid.

“You're okay, petite. Just relax. Where do you hurt?”

Stunning aqua blue eyes met his for an instant before she closed them again, wincing. The fear he’d glimpsed there shocked him. “Please,” she said, her voice hoarse and barely a whisper. He leaned toward her to hear over the roar of the elements. “Don't let…him…take me.” 

So what did I think? Well you know how I like wolves so I was all over this like wool on a sheep! With it being a novella it is also a great lunchtime or bus to work read- because lets face it a girl need a bit of fun on her way to work! It was an enjoyable read and I always love it when people try to escape matchmaking and run into the person they are meant to be with... can we all say destiny! Dun dun duun. I don't want to say too much as I will do a full review soon (of the Stormy Weather Collectors Edition of which this is also a part) but I will say Burke is sexy and definitely someone you want to curl up with. Just like this book! So if you want to win it you are in with a chance as Selena Blake has kindly offered to give a copy away. Enter and curl up with Kendall and Burke.

Selena Blake writes erotic paranormal and contemporary romance. First published in 2008, her series Stormy Weather has been on the best seller lists and nominated for awards.  She's a fan of action movies, Diet Coke, Milky Way bars and thunderstorms, not necessarily in that order. Learn more about her online at or catch her at facebook: or on Twitter:!/SelenaBlake

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Carin said...

my favorite shifters are the big cats but I wouldn't kick a cajun werewolf out of bed LOL!

Sarah said...

How can I just pick one favourite kind of shifter? That's impossible LOL. I love werewolves but I also have a bit of a soft spot for jaguars and I love the idea of being a bird shifter of some kind so that I could fly!

Lona said...

I love the werewolves, but I'm not to picky,lol. Great Series, cant wait to read this book.

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Irene Jackson said...

Loved the extract! My favourite shifters are werewolves , the big cats , bears oh and dragons and ....just about all shifters I can think of.


Zoe said...

Great giveaway!!! :)

Red Iza said...

That looks veeery nice, it's now on my list thanks to you ;)

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