Title: Wild Warrior
Series: The Weavers Circle #2
Author: Jocelynn Drake & Rinda Elliott
Publisher: Drake & Elliott Publishing LLC
Release Date: August 7, 2020
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 106,000
Genre: Romance, Fantasy

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Synopsis

Baer Manning
What happens when Baer spills his big
secret about monsters and magic to a total stranger?
Chaos.
In Baer’s defense, he really thought
Wiley was a lost brother.
This case of mistaken identity forces
the cute artist to stay at the plantation house for his own protection while
they search for a way to take down a witch.
Wiley Stuart
He never should have gotten in Baer’s
Jeep.
But in Wiley’s defense, Baer is really
sexy. And funny. And so sweet. And did he mention sexy?
All his life he’d dreamed of superheroes
and a life of action. He just never expected to find himself swept up into a
world filled with monsters and goddesses.
Wiley will do anything to stay with this
magical band of brothers and help them with their fight. He just wished he
could be Baer’s soul mate.
Wild Warrior is the second book in the
Weavers Circle series. It includes fast-paced action, running through Savannah,
secrets, swimming pool fun, shapeshifting, an elephant, sexy times, lots of
snakes, insecurity, three crazy old ladies, and magic!

Excerpt

There were about five people ahead of
Baer in line—all of them staring at their phones or the shiny glass case of a
tantalizing rainbow of doughnuts and pastries. Including the sexy blond Mini
Cooper owner who was right in front of Baer in line. While Baer was a
relatively average height of five ten, the blond was at least a delicate five
seven or maybe five eight. The guy looked up from his phone as Baer stepped up
behind him, and he flashed a nervous smile.
“Hey,” he greeted in a slightly husky
voice and then flushed some more.
Yeah, this guy was all kinds of
adorable.
“Mornin’,” Baer replied. “You ever been
here before?”
The man shook his head, shoving his
phone into his pocket. “No. It was recommended to me recently. When I woke up
this morning, I just had to have doughnuts.” He gave a nervous little laugh. “I
guess that’s the result of nonstop marketing at its best. It’s fall, so we’ve
all gotta eat pumpkin-flavored everything for the next month.”
Blondie had the sexiest southern drawl.
It wasn’t too thick. Probably a local, but he’d spent some time out of the
area. Just enough to lose some of its natural thickness, but those lilting
drawls still mesmerized Baer when he spoke, leaving him wondering how his lips
and tongue wrapped around each vowel and consonant.
Good grief.  He really did need to
grab Grey for a boys’ night out in Savannah if he was going to start
fantasizing about a nerdy twink’s mouth. Soul mates and forever sounded great,
but it was clear that he needed to get laid. And what better time was there?
Things were quiet. They weren’t running and fighting for their lives.
Pumpkin doughnuts and sex could do a
growing boy good.
The bell hanging from the front door
announced the arrival of another customer. Baer was about to ask the man’s name
when the heavy scent of rotting flesh rolled through the room, overpowering the
delicious miasma of frosting and fried dough.
Fuck.
He didn’t even need to turn around to
know that behind him, pestilents had stepped into the bakery. It wasn’t enough
that the alien race was attempting to steal the power of the earth to save
their own dying planet while killing all Weavers in the process, but they had
to interrupt his attempts at flirting as well? Just not cool.
Silently, Baer cursed himself and his
luck. They’d all grown a little complacent over the past couple of months.
They’d even started venturing away from the protection of the plantation
without backup because the pestilents had stopped attacking.
Apparently they’d gathered enough
numbers to make another go at the Weavers, and he’d not been paying enough
attention to his surroundings to check to make sure there were no pestilents
close. Instead of checking in with the animals in the area that there were no
pestilents around, he’d let himself get distracted by big chestnut-brown eyes
and a sweet smile.
Twisting around to glance over his
shoulder, Baer swore under his breath to find a male and female pestilent
standing in front of the door. Humans wouldn’t notice anything different about
them, but Weavers could. The air wavered around them as if they radiated heat.
And, of course, there was the godawful stench. Pestilents were not meant for
this world, and their bodies started rotting from the moment they arrived.
Their time in this place was limited, but what time they had was spent trying
to kill the Weavers.
The pestilent woman wore a pair of
ragged jeans, and her brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, making
her angular features seem that much sharper. A feral grin pulled across her
thin lips when she spotted him. She lifted the shotgun in her hands to her
shoulder and pointed it straight at his chest.
Baer sucked in a breath. Was she really
going to open fire in a small building crowded with people? Everyone was going
to be killed or injured. Not only one fucking Weaver.
Pivoting on the balls of his feet, Baer
wrapped an arm around Blondie’s slender waist and dove over the closest
table. A shocked yelp left the man’s lips, but he didn’t fight Baer as they
tumbled to the floor. With his free hand, Baer grabbed the edge of the table,
pulling it onto its side. They landed with the surprisingly thick wooden
barrier at their backs just as the shotgun exploded in the room, slamming into
the far side of the table and a scattering of chairs.

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Jocelynn Drake and Rinda Elliott have teamed up to combine their evil genius to create intense gay romantic suspense stories that have car chases, shoot outs, explosions, scorching hot love scenes, and tender, tear-jerking moments. Their first joint books are in the Unbreakable Bonds series.

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