Unnatural. One word to sum up werewolf Kyle Larsen—his mood swings, abnormal body, and choice of female.
The first two, he blames on the vampire venom.
The third, though? No, feline shifter Brook Nicholls was all his doing—a female of whom the pack will never approve.
As part of the Coalition, an organisation with even stricter rules than the pack and a rigidly warped sense of responsibility, Brook comes with a whole lot of opposition of her own.
No wonder the two of them keep their relationship secret for as long as they can.
Now, distanced from his family by his own indiscretions, Kyle’s left to fight battles he’s unsure how to win—some of them even against his own pack.
Is one woman really so important that he’s willing to defy his Alpha for her?
If his heart has any say in the matter, the answer will be yes.
And Julie has written an awesome tens list about her ten favourite foods 🙂
Top 10 Favourite Foods
I loves me some nosh, but I’m a bit of a fickle thing when it comes to deciding what to eat. In the day, when I’m alone and busy and don’t really want to stop to actually make something, I’m an easy picker—a banana here, a few biscuits there, maybe some crisps or a yoghurt. Of an evening, though, Mr B and I choosing what to have for dinner is like some kind of major event.
Luckily for me, Mr B has some decent ideas and isn’t afraid to experiment. Also luckily for me, he’s always willing to create those conjured up meals himself. Which means I get to sit back, relax, and enjoy the view.
P.S. I do cook sometimes, too.
Here are some of my favourites.
– Creamy chicken curry
This isn’t from an Indian takeaway. Nope, this is a curry that we found online and adapted to our own tastes. We love it. The kids love it. As a result, we now have one curry night every week, and we love it, because this is the first meal I cooked (and still do) alongside Mr B that we don’t argue over how it should be done. I have my role, he has his; we stick to that and somehow end up synchronising the creating of this tasty dinner like clockwork. Love it.
Weird, right? But I love them. Sadly, nobody else in my household agrees, which means I end up having to disguise them IN dinners—like stews and stuff. My favourite, though, is chicken chunks with LOTS of leeks served up in a yummy creamy white sauce. *licks lips*
We went through a phase of ordering pizza in. Sometimes we still do. Recently, though, I introduced Mr B to the amazingly fun art of making our own. Enter the second meal we can cook together without arguing. I make the dough, then he takes over my kneading just so he can claim some of the glory. He chooses most of the toppings—he’s more culinary-creative than I—and we share the dicing and chopping of those, after which he loves decorating them all ready for the oven because he now believes he is The. Best. Pizza. Maker. IN THE WORLD!!!! Seriously.
Nope, not because it’s an aphrodisiac. Just because I loves me the taste. I can eat these yummy spears with any meal, but when I’m feeling adventurous, I likes ‘em the bestest when they’ve been tossed into a roasting tin with big chunks of red onion, sweet peppers, and garlic, drizzled with olive oil, then bunged in to cook for about an hour. Yum. Yum. Yum!
– Tiger Nuts
Tiger Nuts are a new snack by Walkers, who are the biggest brand of crisps in the UK, and they come in a range of flavours but I only buy the smoky bacon ones. And I try not to buy them very often. Because they’re morish, and once I start, I can’t stop. Nomnomnom.
– Steak and ale pie
This is another recipe I found online and adapted to personal taste. It’s also aaaaaaaaaaall my own, because I spend around 45 minutes cooking it early in the morning, bung it in the oven on the lowest heat for the entire day, then whack pastry on top when it’s nearly dinnertime. This is a seriously indulgent meal—rich, filling, and as fattening as heck.
Picture a pyjama-wearing author, hair all over the place from tugging, with cake crumbs flying out of her mouth and you have me—sans the cake crumbs. Yeah, I love cake, but I love it in moderation. And for some reason, I love homemade ones the best. Not only do they taste better than those boxed things on supermarket shelves that have started to dry out (and if they haven’t you should be wondering over what preservatives they have in them), but I also LOVE the feeling of smugness that ‘I baked this’, which I get whenever I bake my own cake … and eat it. 😉
p.s. I make an exception for Costco birthday cakes, because … dayam.
– Meatball Wellington
I can take zero credit for this freaky yet incredibly amazingly tasty concoction. Nope, this one is Mr B’s doing. One day, he said, We have meatballs—how about if I make them with pastry. I kinda went …. Un-huuuuuuunnh. Which he took as a Yes. And a little over an hour later, he served me up a double row of meatballs, layered in a sheet of cheese, coated in a film of Reggae Reggae Jerk BBQ Sauce, wrapped up in a blanket of puff pastry. And when I took my first bite, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Dudes—try it!
Well, come on—you had to know it’d be in here somewhere, right?
In all honesty, I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with chocolate. I love it. I crave it. I want it. So I eat it. And once I’ve eaten my fill, I’m pretty much sick of the sight of it and kinda hope somebody else will come and eat any other chocolate we may have in the house just so I have no weaknesses for my cravings I do-don’t-do-don’t want to fulfil. What can I say? I’m a freak.
Toast is way down here at the end because this is the most important thing to me in my daily diet. Not just because it’s my breakfast and kick starts my day, but because I love it. Like, seriously LOVE IT!!!!!!! I could eat for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner … except Mr B won’t let me because he says it’s not substantial enough to feed me properly on its own. If someone made a whole platter of toast and stuck it down in front of me, I would eat … and eat … and eat … and quite possibly not stop until the platter was empty—because I don’t know how to stop when it comes to toast. Ask Mr B. Sometimes I try and pinch his toast on top of eating my own.
So, there’s my favourite foods. Come clean, folks—what are your edible vices?
Pizza, Cake and chocolate are some of my favourite foods too. I also really like curry, but without the chicken ;).
About the author:
Best known for her Holloway Pack Stories, J. A. Belfield lives in Solihull, England, with her husband, two children, two cats and a dog. She writes paranormal romance, with a second love for urban fantasy.