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Once the victim of scientific experimentation by the Government Control of Supernatural Activities (GSA), Damon doesn’t have a past, and he isn’t sure he has a future. He doesn’t even know if his ability to change from human to wolf is a virus, or magick. But the instant he lays eyes on the pretty cop from the local police force, he knows he has to learn the secrets of his past before they destroy her future.

Krystal is the best animal cop on the police force, hiding magickal talent beneath layers of excuses and quick thinking. For five years she’s tracked Peter Burke, a butcher who steals any form of canine to supplement his dietary needs. The day she saves a wolf from losing his head at the sharp end of an axe, her entire life changes. And then there is Damon, the mysterious, sexy ex-soldier with no memory of his past who awakens fantasies of dark and sensual nights.

But the GSA isn’t finished with Damon, and when the shadowy government agency joins forces with Burke, Krystal too finds her life in jeopardy, the target of men and women led by their own desires. Damon and Krystal must work together to stop evil and destroy years of illegal research.

Hi Mandi! Thanks so much for hosting today’s part in the Blog Tour. I think there might even be a Christmas present in the goody bag today, so let’s hope we get some great ideas for the story!

For those just joining us, for my blog tour, I’m creating something very special. A free read. And you get to help! Each blog posting will be a new scene or chapter of the book titled above, He’s no Faery Prince. Previous chapters can be found on my FREE READS page of my blog. Then, at the end of my post for today, you’ll see some questions. They are designed to make life easier for me (or much more fun, at least) because the answers to those questions will determine the course of the story. Also, if you happen to think of something really awesome to add, not addressed by my questions, feel free to throw that in there too. I’ll be sure to take a look at it.

So Saturday’s questions included: What would you like to see as a title. The winner: The Faery Prince’s Mate. I guess that told you the answer to the next question I asked, which was what paranormal creature is out hero.

Are you ready folks? Let’s get started.

Sasha snatched the photo and stuck it back in her purse, ignoring the pounding of her heart. What the hell was wrong with her? So what if he was hot looking. So what if he had the sexiest green eyes she’d ever seen. He was Fae. And Fae and wolves did not mix, no matter how much she might want to. Besides, he was an ass.

Then again, she might want to see that sexy ass without a counter in the way.

Stop that!

“And here I thought cops could do things with old photos, like age them or something using software.” She kept her voice tart, with just a little too much sugar added, so he wouldn’t try to flirt. Fae always flirted. It was just in their nature. Though this one hadn’t done much more than not get pissed off when she insulted him.

But that wouldn’t sway her. Nor would she be swayed by the power she felt rolling off him, or even his rich, luxurious hair which made her want to slide her nails through it. It wasn’t too long, just enough to brush the tops of his ears. No, make that hide the tops of his ears. That and a little magick seemed to do the trick, because not a single one of his fell officers floating around seemed the least bit surprised to have one of the Fae Folk hanging out in their office.

He shrugged those handsome shoulders that would make an Olympic swimmer jealous. “If we have to, but it takes a long time to get that done. If you like, I’ll contact the FBI and see if it can be arranged.”

“No, that would take too long. I want him found now. I have this feeling….”

She didn’t know how to share her feeling, but she knew her brother was in trouble. He didn’t seem to remember her the last time they spoke, and that wasn’t like him. Just because they’d been raised separately didn’t mean he didn’t care for her. What frightened her was worrying if humans had found out what he was, and were after him. Then he would lie and not acknowledge his sister. And only then.

“What gives you that feeling?”

“I can’t explain it, it’s just when I spoke to him last, he seemed confused. Edgy.”

“Could he have been on drugs?”

Fury ripped through her and Sasha fought the desire to let her teeth drop and rip Ted Noble’s perfect face apart. “Of course not! How dare you. My brother’s a good man.”

“Don’t get all huffy,” he said, his hands displayed in a placating gesture. “I have to ask these things. It’s required.”

“I don’t care if it is or not. Here’s your stupid forms,” she said, shoving the complaint form at him. “My number’s on top. Call me the instant you hear something.”

She stormed out of the door and stalked to the car. Even as she tried to gain control over her temper, the wolf inside her stormed in fury. How dare he think Damon would do drugs. He was her brother.

“Miss Corwin,” she turned to see Officer Noble headed her way. “Your copy.”

She snatched the sheet from him and turned around, just in time for her heel to catch on a crack in the sidewalk. Her ankle turned in an awkward ankle, pain screaming up her shin. She bit back the torrent of curses threatening in her throat. Yanking her heel free, she stormed toward the car. “Thanks,” she growled over her shoulder.

A warm hand cupped her elbow and she jerked it away.

“At least let me help you to your car. You almost took a nasty spill.”

His fingers burned through her blouse, heating her blood. The wolf inside her stirred, but not in anger. Curiosity.

“I don’t need any Fae help,” she growled, forcing herself to stay angry. The Fae were good at that, being nice to you until they could get what they wanted. And there was no way this man was going to get what he wanted. Sex. Nope. Nada. Not from her, anyway.

“What did you say?” he growled, jerking her to a halt. He faced her, his green eyes flashing beneath the bright sunlight. Why did he have to be so damned handsome, anyway?

“I said, I don’t need a Fae’s help.”

“How do you know what I am?”

Well the anger in his eyes, for one thing. But she wasn’t about to tell him that. A Fae was powerful, and with that power was danger.

“It’s not hard to tell. You think your glamor works on everyone, don’t you? Well, it doesn’t work on me. She yanked her arm from his grip again, massing where he’d touched. Not because it hurt, but damn it had felt kind of nice.

“Is something wrong?” another voice echoed in her mind.

She turned to see Jasper, her pack mate, moving toward her. Something akin to relief mixed with frustration.

“Officer Noble was just giving me copies of my report before he got busy on finding my brother.” She turned, taking Jasper’s arm for support. He wrapped an arm about her waist and helped her to the car. Her ankle really did hurt, and she’d have to shift soon to heal. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Don’t forget to give me updates as soon as you have them. I want my brother found. And if you can’t do it, find an officer who can.”

Now it’s time for the question section, which brings us into the mystery of the story. For those who’ve read Lone Wolf, we already know where Damon is. So does Noble, for that matter, but at the moment, Damon is out of contact. On his honeymoon, of course.

1. In the investigation, what is the first thing Noble does? Does he:

   • a. Call every Damon Connell in the phone book to see if perhaps he’s wrong about him being his partner’s husband?

   • b. Does he speak to Damon’s military contacts to see if he can find out what caused Damon to become muddled and confused?

   • c. Does he do nothing, and wait and call Sasha, so he can talk to her, since he’s pretty sure he already knows who her brother is, and has to wait for him to come home?

   • d. Does he call the Maxey brothers to see if they know anything, then call Sasha with an update?

   • e. Something I haven’t thought of yet?

2. What is Ted short for? Surely it doesn’t stand for Theodore. He’s a Fae for pete’s sake!
3. Why is Ted hanging out with humans, instead of his rightful place as Prince of the Fae?
4. Based off our description of Ted so far, can you find a picture of someone you think looks like him? I’ve provided one of Sasha. Now it’s your turn. :) Provide links to pics so we can all see! Keep it PG folks!

All righty folks. Answer the above questions to enter both contests!

Now for prizes:

• Grand Prize: A $50 gift card at the online bookstore of your choice.
• Unadvertised prizes will be given on random days. You won’t know when, but I’ll choose them and post on the blog in question once you have won!

There are two ways to enter:

1. Leave a response on each blog I’m visiting — one entry for every blog you comment on during my blog tour. Multiple comments a day do not get you additional entries for the small giveaway, but will for the larger one.
2. Email me at desertpetiri@aol.com with a copy of the receipt for the purchase of any Teresa D’Amario book, so long as it was purchased after 15 December. Older receipts do not count, though I’d love to know you’ve read one of the books. Five entries for every receipt. If you prefer not to share receipts, simply email me and so long as I’m satisfied, I will provide you with the credits.

So follow along, ladies and gentlemen, to help me write a short story, and to enter for the prizes!

Again, the entire blog schedule is found on my blog in the calendar, which will include links to each blog participating!

The next stop on the blog tour is with Paranormal Romance on Monday, January 4th, so don’t miss it!

Teresa D’Amario http://teresadamario.com
Lone Wolf – December, 2009
Dark Succession – January 2010
Tigress by the Tail, 3rd place finalist, Pred & Ed Poll 2008
SheWolf – 2nd place finalist, Prism, Best first Book, 2008

Within every breed of creature lies a subspecies where evolution took an odd turn. In the darkness hides a world where animal and man are one.

Man and Beast.
Beast and Man.

Together, their hearts reign.

An unknown war has been fought in the city streets, and Man is no longer the strongest predator.

For in city jungles, The Beast has won.