True Mated Romance by Francesca Hawley

Do you enjoy books about shapeshifting wolves? I do. I also love writing about them. Finally, all my books are mine again and they I'm making them available to readers.

I created a fictitious town in Colorado that is the home to my shapeshifters.. Whitewolf, Colorado is a community/pack of slightly over 1000 people, however it is the nexus for the Feldspar (witch) family, the Drew Goldwolf and Kincaid Redwolf packs, and the Whitehawk and Goldowl aeries. The Feldspar family is a group of 100-200 interrelated humans who have settled together. The Feldspars are part of a long line of magic users descending from the druids. The wolf packs house mini-towns of approximately 500 each and each of the aeries also numbers approximately 500. The Whitehawks and Goldowls jointly operate a ski resort in the mountains above Whitewolf within the county.  That makes about 3200 individuals living in and around Whitewolf, Colorado. Each of the individual groups operates autonomously, but all participate in life in the town of Whitewolf. All live within the county limits of Whitewolf. All children from the various communities attend Whitewolf schools.

            Whitewolf is located in a mountain valley in the upper foothills of the front range of the Rockies, slightly north of Denver. The valley is surrounded by four distinct foothills or low mountains, one in each direction. Exactly 4 roads lead in and out of the valley and run between each of the mountains which border the valley. The Whitehawk and Goldowl aeries are located on the mount the furthest to the west and at the highest elevation to accommodate the ski resort. The Redwolf clan is on the south mount, the Goldwolf clan on the north mount, and the Feldspar family live on the east mount.

            Whitewolf has become a draw to shapeshifters living in the area because they don’t have to hide who and what they are from people in their community.  The land in and around the valley is owned by the Whitewolf clan. Members of the clan own their own homes and property, but any undeveloped space is held by the pack leader. If anyone sells their property to move out of the area, it has to first be offered to the Whitewolf pack leader for purchase or approval of buyer. No land changes hands in the city limits of Whitewolf without the pack leader’s approval.

The only humans in the area are the Feldspar family who are practicing witches and are fully magical (spell-casting, etc.) Despite its small size the town aspires to be independent so that they don’t need to worry about humans becoming frightened of them. 

 

Town structure

Mayor/City Administrator (Pack leader) – Yohana Whitewolf (formerly her sire, Jeremiah)

The City Council is made up of four city folk and one representative of each of the neighboring groups for a total of 8. The council can recommend, but may not override a mayoral veto, since the mayor is the Whitewolf pack leader. The Mayor has the full power of both the position of Mayor and that of City Administrator. County business is handled by City Council as the county is small and is the area of the valley, the four mounts and about five miles in each direction.

Protect and Defend

Mikaela Laughlin discovers a whole new world, and an entirely new species, when she tours the crime lab to meet Lieutenant Diarmid Redwolf while researching her next book. She’s lusted after “Delicious Diarmid” from afar for a long time, but meeting him sets her body on fire. It doesn’t take long for Mikaela to discover there’s more to Diarmid than meets the eye.

Diarmid has bad guys to catch, but meeting the voluptuous author has him wanting to catch her instead. His shapeshifter blood recognizes his True Mate and he wants her in his arms. Now. But with a cold-blooded serial killer on the loose, Diarmid has one shot at his future and he will not fail. Because this time, the killer wants Mikaela.

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Leader of the Pack

Surgeon Dr. Per Goldwolf needs a mate to make partner in a prestigious practice. Predator-Match.com—a matchmaking service for shapeshifters—not only finds him a mate, they match him with his True Mate. Yohana’s long legs and intoxicating scent makes him hunger for her.

New packleader Yohana Whitewolf’s life goal is to follow in her sire’s pawprints and lead her pack. Leadership demands sacrifices. To calm her people, Yohana needs a mate. But finding an Alpha male who won’t take over is a tall order. Yohana doesn’t want the complication of a True Mate, but Per is a sexy, intelligent Alpha male and she wants to shred his clothes every time she touches him.

Everything should be perfect—except she’s a packleader, and the Whitewolf pack is nervous.

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Rockin Little Christmas

When her parents’ rock band The Pack performs at Zach’s bar, Mandy discovers her True Mate, Joe Blackwolf, the band’s lead singer and guitarist. All she has to do now is convince Joe that she told a little white lie to make her mom happy, her father that rock musicians aren’t all alike, and her new mate’s family that rockers aren’t all that different from classical musicians.

Joe Blackwolf is celebrating his fortieth birthday. And what he wishes for when he blows out the candles is to find his True Mate. He succeeds when he meets Mandy Goldwolf. Problem is…he thinks she belongs to someone else. Finding out the truth leaves him free to explore every inch of her smokin’ hot curves, but now Joe and Mandy are neck deep in overbearing relatives and everyone is in for a Rockin’ Little Christmas.

Note: This book was previously published elsewhere but has been revised and updated.
Formerly titled: Cupid Rocks.

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Alpha Vs Alpha

Alpha female Serena Goldwolf has spent a lifetime vowing never to be a submissive mate to any Alpha male. But all it takes is one surprisingly sexual meeting with Damien Blackwolf, a dissatisfied client of her shapeshifter dating site Predator-Match.com, and she is aching to be owned by the hottest male on two legs—or four.

Damien Blackwolf doesn’t understand why the voluptuous Serena won’t admit they’re True Mates. To convince her, he decides to bring out her desires by dragging her to someplace private to get to know her…intimately. But how can he convince her of their destiny when she refuses to acknowledge their connection and runs away from him?
In a passionate battle of wills, there most definitely can be two winners.

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Buy Me A Rose ~ Francesca Hawley
Jessica and Nathaniel Whitewolf celebrate their thirtieth anniversary as True Mates but they’ve lost their bond. Now a hot couples’ retreat will get it back.

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No Gentleman ~ Francesca Hawley
Librarian Abby Kelly comes west finding a roguish shapeshifter who desires her. Will Goldwolf is no gentleman, but Abby discovers he’s just what she wants.

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What is Plus-Size?

I write plus-size heroines. Always have. Always will. That's what my tag line, "Romance with Dangerous Curves" actually means to me. It means a Francesca Hawley heroine is a big girl. A girl with curves.

In modern parlance, plus-size seems to mean anyone who isn't a size 0-2 or 4. By modern standards, Marilyn Monroe is plus size. That just seems whacked out to me. Marilyn was a round, healthy girl. But times have changed, and not always for the better.

The modeling world classifies models who are size 12 and above to be full figure models. That's nuts. But considering that the modeling industry worships a size 0, so I suppose I shouldn't expect anything different . Sad but true.

My view is that any woman size 16 and over regardless of how the weight was distributed is a woman with "dangerous curves" and she might be one of my heroines.

Tall or short - it doesn't matter. They are size 16 (US) or above. Women deserve love regardless of size and we aren't just a number...we're people. With hearts and minds and souls who yearn for happiness and partnership.

Beauty comes in all sizes. Love comes in all sizes. And I just want to write about women who look like me who get their happily ever after with the partner of their dreams. I also like to write about heroes who love those curves. Men who like big butts. Full breasts. Who dig a woman's jiggly bits. Who see dangerous curves and want to explore every inch of them...more than once.

In my latest romance for Naughty Escapes, Allyson Rayburn is a voluptuous heroine and Ross Morgan loves every inch of her sexy curves. 

Shake it Up! ~ Francesca Hawley
After a mild quake in San Francisco, Allyson Rayburn gets stuck in the same elevator as Ross Morgan, the Dom who’d been at the other end of a flogger at a private club the night before. Her day just got interesting.

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Excerpt from Shake It Up by Francesca Hawley

Copyright © Francesca Hawley, 2015
Chapter One

“Hold that elevator, please!” Allyson Rayburn rushed in as a strong tanned male hand held the doors open for her. “Thanks so much!”
Leaning against the back of the elevator, she smiled at the man who shared the space with her and almost swallowed her tongue. She felt heat rise to her face as she met his discerning green eyes. His gaze slid down to her feet and back up, then his lips curved. Oh, god, she wanted to crawl under a rock.
Last night, she’d had her first flogging at Erotically Bound, a private BDSM club here in San Francisco. The hand at the other end of the flogger had been his. It had been an amazing, sensual experience that had nearly had her crying out with an orgasm. She’d been so close, but she’d been too self-conscious to relax and let it happen.
The club visit was research for her latest book and she’d agreed to participate because Vicki knew the guy and said he was a sensual Dom who wasn’t really into rough S&M play. Ally had fun but she’d never expected to see him again. Not in a million years.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Miss Newbie.”
Her face heated more, but she forced a smile. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Bull.” He laughed. “You couldn’t be more mortified.”
“You’re assuming…”
“Am I wrong?”
He wasn’t, damn it. She was embarrassed. He’d known how close she was to coming when she called a halt. Even now, her nipples pulled into tight little points and her clit throbbed just thinking about it. About him. Her gaze dropped from his.
“I didn’t think I was,” he said.
She prayed this damn elevator would move faster so she could escape. Experiencing a bit of BDSM play was fine because she wanted her story to have some authenticity, but the closeness she’d felt with him last night had jolted her. She’d been in long-term relationships that hadn’t reached that level of intimacy.
“You don’t have to sound so damn smug,” she grumbled.
“Smugness has nothing to do with it.”
“Then what does it have to do with?” She threw back her head, glaring at him.
“Knowing.”
The curve of his lips and the light in his eyes intrigued her, forcing her to remember the stroke of his fingertips on her bare heated back after he’d flogged her.
“Knowing what?”
“That the touch of the leather thongs aroused you. I know it and you’re fearful because I get you.”
“You’re wrong.” She shrugged, pretending unconcern as the elevator made its slow way up inside the building. She looked up at the indicator above the doors. Hurry up. Hurry up!
“No, I’m not,” he argued.
“You’re also arrogant.”
He chuckled. “I’ll own that one, but I wouldn’t call it arrogance. I’d call it confidence.”
“Whatever you may think, no one likes having someone know them too well.”
“Now, you’re wrong.”
She turned to him, ready to confront him when the shaking began. At first gently, but then there was almost a rocking to it. She lost her footing and landed in the corner of the elevator with a shriek. She screamed again when something fell from the ceiling and hit her shoulder before bouncing to the floor. She curled into a ball, covering her head to wait out the quake. The Dom sheltered her body protectively with his own, which made her feel safe. After what seemed like hours but was really less than a minute, the quaking stopped. The abrupt cessation of movement startled her. She remained still, waiting for it to start again.
“Are you all right?” he asked, patting her down.
“Yes.” She nodded, lifting her head to meet his gaze. He was so close they could almost kiss. “Are you?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
He sighed, leaning in, but then he shook his head slightly as if telling himself no, before he stood up and pressed the elevator button. Nothing happened. “Shit. I bet the damn elevator is stuck. It doesn’t work very well on a normal day, but after an earthquake it’ll be worse.”
“Do you come to this building often?” Maybe she was worried for nothing. Maybe he and Vicki had a thing.
“Your friend, Mistress Vicki, is my realtor. I just bought some property I plan to develop. I was headed up to sign the paperwork.”
“Oh.”
He glanced at her and she saw a smile return to his mouth, crinkles setting into the skin at the corner of his lips and eyes. He was so incredibly good looking. Not pretty. Masculine. A wild masculine beauty that translated to straight brows, a square jaw, full lips and a hard body. He was her fantasy embodied, right down to the brown hair and green eyes.
What was wrong with her? She’d just experienced her first San Francisco earthquake, but instead of worrying about the elevator car plummeting to the bottom of the shaft, she was focused on this delicious Dom.