From the time we announced the final Red Rock ebook in 2009, people have been asking us when we'd go back to the Sanctuary world and write more about werewolves and their witch rivals. In the beginning we didn't want to return--we had our four books and our two prequel novellas, and those were the stories we had to tell. But people kept asking, and we kept saying, "Well, what if...okay, no, but maybe if..."
A watched pot never boils, and I'm starting to think a watched plot is the same way. The harder we tried to force ourselves to come up with the right story, the more they slipped away. Finally we set the idea aside for a while, reluctantly admitting that maybe it had been too long in any case. We'd missed our window. It was time to work on other--
BOOM! That was our idea, knocking us head over heels. It hit us so hard we sat down and wrote Haunted Sanctuary instead of the book we were supposed to be writing. It wasn't the story we'd originally imagined. It takes place in a new town, with a new cast of characters, and is set several years after the end of Red Rock Pass. You don't have to be familiar with any of the previous books to pick up Haunted Sanctuary...
...but hey. Any excuse to give away books is good for us!
THE BLOG TOUR
Thanks to the generosity of Samhain Publishing--and with the assistance of many awesome bloggers--we get to spend the next twenty days giving away 80 ebooks! Those of you who haven't read the Red Rock Pass books will have twenty different chances to win the entire set in the ebook format of your choice.
In honor of that, we're going to be revisiting some of our favorite scenes from each of the four books...and maybe showing a few sneaky peeks at the next chapter in the Sanctuary Universe!
Sanctuary's Price: The Reluctant Hero
aka Do I Have to Keep Saving the Day? I'm Tired.
aka Do I Have to Keep Saving the Day? I'm Tired.
Dylan is a character who I have always loved. I've loved him all the more because he is not a badass alpha. He's not as strong as the dominant wolves, either physically or magically. He doesn't have Keith & Joe's badass combat training, either.
But even though he's just a mid-level wolf who'd rather be in the library than fighting bad guys, that never stops him from fighting when he has to. Dylan doesn't charge into battle confident that he'll win. He goes into it knowing there's a good chance he'll die--but if it helps the people he loves, he'll take that chance.
I've always thought that made him way more badass than the other heroes. ;) And a little scarier, too. There's nothing more dangerous than a hero willing to sacrifice anything...
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By the time he managed to set fire to the damp wood in the dusty old fireplace, Dylan had resorted to giving himself half-hearted pep talks. “Could be worse. You could be dead. Could be back in Helena. Could be stuck listening to Bobby bitch about how they fucked up the Battlestar Galactica finale.”
The soggy wood in the fireplace smoked at him in agreement. The stench would have been bad enough to a human nose, but for a werewolf…
Dylan sighed and pushed himself to his feet. The rain that afternoon had drenched the stack of firewood out back, but he hadn’t thought to bring any of it inside before this evening. Not when the house was still so far from livable.
He’d had ample opportunity over the last month to make it so, but he’d gotten comfortable in Cindy’s house. Even when things hadn’t been entirely blissful, he’d had the luxury of a roof over his head and the knowledge there was plenty of time to renovate the rundown little house. Plenty of time to make it his.
He eyed the bedroll he’d begged from Brynn—the bag belonged to Joe, and was high quality, at least—and squared his shoulders. The house had four walls and a roof that mostly didn’t leak. The plumbing worked sometimes and it wasn’t so cold he’d freeze to death hunkered down in the sleeping bag.
Far from livable…but he’d make do. He always did.
With a feeble fire lit, Dylan turned his attention back to the scarred wooden table. The renovation plans he’d been working on had been shoved haphazardly to one side, leaving space for the sack Brynn had pushed on him along with the sleeping bag. Upending it on the table revealed two boxes of toaster pastries, a box of crackers, three cans of soda and a bag of licorice.
The sight made his chest ache even as he smiled. Just snack food, and probably the first things Brynn had put her hands on when she’d realized he had no intention of staying long enough to face any questions Joe might have about Dylan’s sudden change in residence. But Dylan had known Brynn for years, maybe even knew her better than her older sister did. Licorice and strawberry pastries—Brynn’s nervous comfort food. Something she clung to when life was overwhelming.
And badass warrior alpha wolf Joe Mitchell had obviously been doing his best to make sure she had anything she needed, no matter how silly those things were. It was sweet.
Guilt stabbed at him, and he snatched up the box of crackers and tore open the cardboard top. Brynn had gone through hell, and she had Joe. Her sister Abby had gone through hell, and she had Keith.
Dylan had a smoking fireplace and a toilet that didn’t flush consistently.
It really, really sucked.
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Leave a comment to if you'd like to be entered to win a set of the Red Rock Pass ebooks! And keep an eye open for the new book, Haunted Sanctuary, on sale January 22nd from Samhain Publishing and available to pre-order at Samhain, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon DE, iTunes & Books on Board!
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