Today, my friend and morning writing buddy Holly Day is here for a visit to talk about her brand spanking new book Blown Away, and tempt us with pictures of cake. Make sure you have a tissue handy to wipe drool off your face ๐
Hello *waves*. Thank you, Nell, for letting me drop by again. It’s lovely being here.
Do you have a sweet tooth? I admit I’m slightly addicted to sweet things, mostly chocolate and salty liquorice, but I won’t turn down cake when it’s offered. I don’t eat gluten so I have to watch it with the cakes, and with a lot of the liquorice too, but I can’t imagine life without sweet things in it.
Did you know it’s the liver that produces the hormone that makes us crave sweet things? It’s called FGF21 and it tells our brain that we need to eat something sweet.
I’m not saying I’m powerless when it comes to making choices, but some people have more of a sweet tooth than others. It’s genetic. Our brain is told more often to eat something sweet than those whose liver produces ‘normal’ levels of FGF21.
So when Espen Urso in Blown Away is craving chocolate cake with cinnamon and cayenne frosting, Tres Leches cake, red velvet cake, chocolate chip cookies, Mexican cinnamon cookies, Bunuelos or whatever it might be he wants to eat, he’s not to blame. You see, Espen is a bear shifter, and everyone knows bears have a sweet tooth. But it’s not only sweet things, Espen likes to eat, and you shouldn’t keep a bear from his food.
Arvid Rai, who’s a blue jay shifter, doesn’t share Espen’s fascination with food – he’s a bird! LOL
You’d think I wrote this story to celebrate World Chocolate Day (that’s on July 7th, and I haven’t written a story for it…yet) or something, but I didn’t. I wrote Blown Away for Big Wind Day that’s on April 12th.
Arvid is an omega on the run. There is a terrible storm, which makes it impossible for him to fly, and a group of hot-headed alphas are hunting him. They catch up with him in Espen’s territory.
Espen doesn’t tolerate intruders, especially not when they’re keeping him from his food, and he wants nothing to do with omegas.
Excerpt:
โLetโs see.โ The bear crouched by his side, and Arvid wanted to run. He hadnโt willingly been this close to an alpha shifter since he left home at sixteen.
Gently, the bear took his hand, then he cupped his elbow, and before Arvid could prepare, he pulled. The pain made him scream, then the world went black for a few seconds.
โEasy.โ
Arvid kicked, certain the bear now would take advantage of him.
โWe should have someone look at it, but now it at least looks as if the bones are aligned. Whiskey?โ
โWhat?โ Arvid blinked away the black dots still dancing in his eyes.
โWould you like a glass of whiskey? A bottle perhaps?โ The bear shrugged. โMight take the edge off the pain.โ
โI donโt like whiskey.โ
The bear huffed. โIโm making blueberry pancakes while we still have power. You want some?โ
Pancakes? Now?
โWith syrup.โ
Arvid couldโve sworn the bearโs gaze heated at the mention of syrupโnot in the creepy way most alphasโ gazes heated when they saw him, but in aโฆ hungry way.
โIโฆ ehโฆโ Was it a trick? Was he trying to make him stay so he could mate with him?
The bear frowned. โIโll go back into the kitchen. I might be allergic to birds.โ He rubbed his chest. โIโm feelingโฆ stressed. I donโt do stressed.โ
Arvid took a deep breath and tried to soothe his nerves. If the bear didnโt know he was the one causing him to stress, he wasnโt about to tell him. โPancakes would be lovely.โ He didnโt move though. His arm throbbed, and he had no clothes.
โMy bedroom is up the stairs in the kitchen.โ
Bedroom? Arvid glanced at the door. He appreciated the bear wanting to take him in a bed instead of throwing him onto wet ground and have his way with him, but heโd almost believed this guy was different.
โWardrobe to the left, right inside the door.โ He turned his back to Arvid and walked away.
What the hell? Was it a trick? Once he walked up the stairs, there was no escape, the bear could come up after him, attack from behind.
The house shook as a gust of wind took hold of it, and in the next heartbeat, the room went dark.
โDamn. I wanted pancakes.โ The statement was followed by a growl, and Arvid flinched. A hungry bear. Steps were coming closer, and Arvidโs pulse sped up.
โI should have you move to the barn. My heart reacts funny around you.โ The grumpy tone wouldโve been funny if it had been directed at someone else.
โSorry.โ
โCanโt help what you are.โ The bear blew out a breath somewhere nearby. โGo get some clothes. Iโm gonna light a fire to prevent the house from going cold.โ
Arvid still didnโt move. โEhโฆ do you have aโฆ flashlight or something?โ
He could sense the bear watching him in the dark. โYou donโt have any night vision?โ He moved around, and soon there was the sound of a striking match. โHere.โ
He handed him a candlestick with a short candle, two-thirds of it already burned down. โThanks.โ Arvid still didnโt move. He didnโt want to move. Everything hurt.
The bear snorted. โWait here, Iโll go get you something.โ And then he was gone.
Blurb:
Espen Urso would rather stay inside and enjoy a nice, sweet cake than be out in the worst storm of the year. But thereโs a group of alpha shifters trespassing, and he needs to defend his territory and keep the people in his village safe. A group of wolf shifters he can scare off, but when he realizes theyโve hurt a defenseless little bird, he loses his patience.
Arvid Rai is having a bad day. Heโs an omega on the run, with a group of alphas on his tail. If there hadnโt been a storm, he could have easily flown away before the stupid wolves got their hands on him, or the angry bear noticed he was in his territory. But there is a storm, and the idiot who grabbed him broke his wing, so now he canโt fly anywhere. Still, he deems it best to stay with the growly bear rather than having the other alphas fight over him.
Espen has never believed in the myth of omegas, and it isnโt until he takes Arvid in he realizes how much trouble heโll be in when shifters from near and far learn he has one in his home. Will he be able to keep Arvid safe from other shifters? Is it even possible to defend his territory with an omega in it?
M/M Paranormal Romance: 13,628 words
About Holly:
According to Holly Day, no day should go by uncelebrated and all of them deserve a story. If sheโll have the time to write them remains to be seen. She lives in rural Sweden with a husband, four children, more pets than most, and wouldnโt last a day without coffee.
Holly gets up at the crack of dawn most days of the week to write gay romance stories. She believes in equality in fiction and in real life. Diversity matters. Representation matters. Visibility matters. We can change the world one story at the time.
Connect with Holly @ https://lnk.bio/xpae or visit her website @ hollydaywrites.wordpress.com
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