Author Spotlight: Sharon Buchbinder (werewolf romance)

New Werewolf Love Story!

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Kiss of the Silver Wolf

Sharon Buchbinder

Synopsis: After Charlene Johnson's parents are killed in a car accident, she becomes guardian to her disabled brother. With no income, she is forced to move to Eden, Kentucky, the one place her mother told her to stay away from. Once there, she's certain her mother would also warn her to keep away from the dark and sexy Zack Abingdon. A man of mystery who claims Charlene is his mate.

Zack has waited for what seems a lifetime for the other half of his soul. He wants a family of his own, but the woman he has his eye on has no idea he is a werewolf. However, he knows he is the only one who can keep her safe from the evil that stalks Eden. While he tries to convince her he is the wolf of her heart, she is playing hard to get, and Zack is fearful he will lose her before he can mark her as his own.

While Zack and Charlene are finding their way into love, an evil jinni who has wreaked havoc on the town of Eden for decades decides he wants Charlene for his own. When she learns the truth of her heritage, Zack hopes he can convince her he is the other half of her soul before it's too late.

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Excerpt:

Jethro cleared his throat. “And this is Zachariah Abingdon.”

Charlene expected to see someone the same age as Jethro and Rebekkah. She caught a whiff of soap and some unrecognizable musky spice and jumped, startled to find him standing at her elbow.

The younger man flipped shocks of silver hair away from his piercing blue eyes. A trail of heat blazed in her face and ignited a fire in her core. He gazed down at her, an amused hint of a smile playing on his full, sensuous lips. “Call me Zack.”

She felt as if he had reached out and caressed her cheek. He took her hand, and a surge of energy jolted her. Did he feel it, too? Dry-mouthed, she squeaked, “Are we related?”

He smiled, showing beautiful white teeth. “No. Is it a problem?”

Warmth filled her chest and suffused her face. She stared down at his large hand still clasping hers. She didn’t want to let go. How long could you hold a stranger’s hand without being inappropriate? “No. Not at all.”

Jethro cleared his throat again, and Zack grinned at her, a sly expression on his face as he slid his fingers away. She glanced down, half-expecting to see a visible red glow where his touch lingered on her skin.

“We should let other people speak with you.” Jethro pressed an envelope into her hand. “There are no orphans among our people. Come buy generic xanax uk home. We can help you take care of Joey in Eden.”

Goose bumps ran up her spine. How did he know about her brother? Eden. Her mother had warned her. Who exactly are these people? She stared at the odd trio in their old-fashioned garb as they moved toward the memory table and whispered to each other. She couldn’t make out the words, but the tone sounded pleased.

Pleased by what? She examined her new bangle. Feathery-scripted Js twined across the surface. Joanna.

As she puzzled over the dark metal, a dumpling of a woman lunged at Charlene and pulled her into a bear hug. The brassy-blonde reeked of cheap perfume, and her nose bore the signs of time spent with a bottle.

“So sorry,” she slurred. “Tragic.”

Charlene remembered meeting the woman at Joey’s school. She’d overheard her whispering to another parent, making a joke at her brother’s expense: “Doesn’t he remind you of Lon Chaney as the Wolfman?” The gossip’s son attended school with Joey. Charlene liked her son, Todd. But the mother was a pain in the neck. What was her name? Did it begin with an N? M? “How’s Todd?”

“Oh, hon, you’re just like your mom. Even in your hour of need, you ask about my son.” The woman clutched her hand in a sweaty grip and pulled her closer. Her voice cracked and dropped to a hoarse whisper. Alcohol fumes mingled with the cloud of cologne. “You putting Joey in a home?”

Charlene jerked out of the woman’s grasp. “Why would I?”

“School costs money. Lots of it.” Todd’s mother straightened her shoulders and considered Charlene. “With your parents gone, you’ll never be able to afford it all by yourself.”

“Thanks for your concern.” She remembered the woman’s name. “I assure you, Mrs. Morton, I will not be taking my brother out of our home.”

The woman shook her head and moved to the memory table on unsteady feet.

Charlene scanned the crowd. Zack caught her gaze, and winked at her and turned away. A metal chain dangled out of his back pocket, much like one a biker would wear. He’s a bad boy. Her heart jittered. She drew a deep breath and chided herself for her instant and powerful attraction. Her brain chemicals were in hyper drive, nothing more. She recalled her mother’s firm warnings. He was from Eden. He couldn’t be good for her.

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Sharon Buchbinder has been writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. Graduating with a BA in Psychology and no job, she realized her dreams of working in the attic writing great novels would have to take a back seat to the simple pleasures of eating, drinking, and having a roof over her head. After working in health care delivery for years, she became a researcher, association executive, a Registered Nurse and an academic with a PhD in Public Health.

She had it all—a terrific, supportive husband, an amazing son, a wonderful job and numerous non-fiction titles, but that itch to write stories (some call it an obsession), kept her coming back to fiction. When not writing, she can be found reading, fishing, walking her dogs, or cooking and enjoying a good meal and laughter with friends and family.