✨ Guest Post ✨
Hello everyone! Thank you, Addison, for allowing me back on the blog! Today, I’m here as both of me, or all of me, or whatever we want to call it 😆 I’m Ofelia Gränd and as of January 2021, I’m also Holly Day.
I write M/M Romance in all possible and impossible subgenres. There is no difference between the names when it comes to pairing, heat level, or length. The only difference is that Holly’s stories all are written for a certain holiday.
The release we’re here to talk about today, Howl at the Moon, isn’t a newly written story. It’s a box set of four stories with a werewolf as one of the main characters in every story. But we put it together to celebrate Howl At The Moon Day… or Night depending on which site you look at.
Howl At The Moon Night is celebrated annually on October 26th, and it encourages you to imitate a wolf and howl at the moon. Yeah… 😅
I did a quick count now, and between the names, I have thirteen werewolf stories. I believed I had written more! 😆 Ah, well. What I was going to say was that in none of them, is the wolf shifter in sync with the moon. I don’t know why. I don’t write a lot of pack hierarchy either.
But if you believe werewolves shapeshift around the full moon, you might want to remember that there will be one on the 28th. So keep inside then and maybe read a book.
As I mentioned above, this box set is of four stories – two from each name. One a little longer and one a little shorter. They don’t have a lot in common other than all of them being fated mates stories, and not everyone is thrilled about being mated.
In The Blood Witch, Nick wants nothing to do with the supernatural world, and he has no plans of staying with the werewolf king. In Soul Eater, Sandy was killed by wizards, so when he’s brought back and finds himself drawn to one, he tries to kill him. Too bad he’s a ghost. In One Would Be Enough Jerico has left his pack because he refuses to take a mate, but then he’s locked up in a basement together with some poor human he shouldn’t care about, but somehow does anyway. And lastly, we have The Cake Shop where all Torbjorn wants to do is bake things. He doesn’t want to talk to people coming into his bakery, especially not some wolf shifter. He can ignore the pull he feels toward him, so why can’t the stupid wolf?
Soul Eater is a Halloween story, so if you’re looking for something to read right now, perhaps start there! 😄
Howl at the Moon Box Set
by Holly Day and Ofelia Gränd
Genre: Paranormal gay romance
Length: 124,489 words (2 novels + 2 novelettes)
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Maybe having a mate isn’t for everyone.
Blurb
Maybe having a mate isn’t for everyone.
Howl at the Moon is a set of four M/M romance novellas with growling werewolves. Somewhere out there, four individuals are going about their lives, unaware they’re the fated mates of wolf shifters. And when they find out, being over the moon doesn’t quite describe the feeling. Will everyone end up happily mated in the end? Read and find out!
Contains the stories:
The Blood Witch by Holly Day: Conri is king, but someone is trying to take him down. Nick is a blood witch, who is in Conri’s territory but refuses to see him, which puts him on the top of Conri’s list of suspects. When he goes to confront Nick, things don’t turn out the way he’d planned. Nick is his destined mate, but he doesn’t want anything to do with Conri. Conri needs Nick, but can he convince him to fight by his side?
Soul Eater by Ofelia Gränd: Detective Thaddeus Ezax is in over his head. He’s a wizard in the Paranormal Investigations Department. While most children can cast a location spell, Thaddeus can’t, so when he gets a kidnapping case, he is forced to get creative. He finds a werewolf skull with a ghost trapped inside, accidentally releases the spirit, and somehow forms a connection with it. Can things get any crazier?
One Would Be Enough by Holly Day: Teo has worked hard to achieve his dream of owning a house. When he refuses to sell it to a pack of werewolves, they kidnap him. He finds himself locked up in a basement with Jerico. Jerico shouldn’t care about the human, but when he learns he’s in danger from his former pack, he knows he has to find a way to get them out of there. But for how long will Jerico be able to keep Teo safe?
The Cake Shop by Ofelia Gränd: York is attacked by a rivaling werewolf pack. Injured and exhausted, he takes refuge in a bear-owned bakery. Torbjorn doesn’t do people, he doesn’t do wolves, and he will definitely not mate one no matter what the pull in his heart says. York has finally found his mate, but Torbjorn refuses to let him stay. How will he make Torbjorn understand he means him no harm when he refuses to talk to him?
Excerpt
(From The Blood Witch)
The closer he came to the house where the blood witch lived, the deeper his frown became. Blood witches were wealthy beyond belief, and yet this one lived in the worst part of the city.
Cellica lived here because the pack had shunned her. She’d broken a mating—no one ever did. The male she’d been mated to had been picked for her and wasn’t her true mate. He had personally made sure the mate wouldn’t come back. He could do nothing about how the pack treated her, not without becoming a member, and he wasn’t going to. He had tried to move her to a better area which she had refused, but she had allowed him to pay her rent a couple of times when things had been worse than usual.
He jogged up the stairs of the decrepit building where he’d been told the blood witch had his apartment and knocked on his door.
“Hello?”
Conri frowned at the door but didn’t reply. When the footsteps moved away, he knocked again.
“Yes?”
“Open the door.” Conri would not shout through a closed door.
“No.”
“Open the door or I’ll open it myself.”
“I’m calling the cops.”
Conri cursed. “I only want to talk to you.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
Conri frowned again. He wasn’t patronizing. “I wasn’t.”
“How naive do you think I am?”
According to Cellica, the man was short, slim, and young-looking. Conri had been thirty-one when he’d become king, and he’d ruled this city for eleven years. When Cellica had said young-looking, he’d assumed the witch was in his early twenties—a pup. Someone he could intimidate and control. The months leading up to this day had told him the witch wasn’t easily intimidated. “Open the door.”
“I think not. Calling the cops now.”
Conri growled. “I’m the king.”
“I don’t care.”
For a second, anger flared in his chest, then he pursed his lips. “You’re not human, which means you belong to me.”
“I’m human. Now go away.”
A second later, Conri heard the witch talk on the phone, informing someone—the police most likely—there was someone trying to break into his apartment.
Conri growled. “I’ll be back.” He gave the door a soft knock before slinking down the stairs and out on the street. He walked to the back of the building and counted the windows. The tiny balconies didn’t look sturdy enough to carry his weight, but it was worth a try.
He waited a good half hour, watched a patrol car drive by the building without stopping. The witch had probably called the cops again once he’d left.
With one last glance around, Conri jumped and grabbed the railing of the first balcony. He heaved himself up, balanced on the railing, and reached for the next. He scraped the back of his hand on the metal edge as he climbed. The blood welled up, leaving smears on the balcony below the witch’s, and Conri cursed. If someone called the police and then collected evidence, he was screwed, and all because the spoiled brat wouldn’t open the door.
He dragged himself over the railing and landed soundlessly on the cracked concrete floor of the balcony. Holding his breath, he listened for any signs of the witch calling the cops. When no sounds came for several minutes, he stepped closer to the window and peeked inside.
A small, black-haired man was staring at a laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard. A pair of headphones rested over his ears. Conri’s breath got stuck in his throat.
This was the blood witch? He took a step back and counted the balconies—it had to be the right apartment.
Conri didn’t know why he hesitated. He could open the balcony door and walk right in, but something in the man’s appearance held him back. Why was he living in a tiny apartment? The building could fold any day considering the shape it was in.
According to the intel he’d gotten, the witch rarely left his home, and the last few weeks, he hadn’t even opened his door when he’d had groceries delivered.
Enough.
He grabbed the door handle and cracked the lock.
About the Author
According to Holly Day, no day should go by uncelebrated and all of them deserve a story. If she’ll 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 wouldn’t 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.
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Ofelia Gränd is Swedish, which often shines through in her stories. She likes to write about everyday people ending up in not-so-everyday situations, and hopefully also getting out of them. She writes romance, contemporary, paranormal, Sci-Fi and whatever else catches her fancy.
Her books are written for readers who want to take a break from their everyday life for an hour or two.
When Ofelia manages to tear herself from the screen and sneak away from her husband and children, she likes to take walks in the woods…if she’s lucky she finds her way back home again.
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