Waking for Winter by Katherine McIntyre



Waking for Winter
Philadelphia Coven Chronicles
Book Four
Katherine McIntyre

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Loose Id

Date of Publication: July 4th, 2017

Book Description:

The Philadelphia Coven has thwarted the Order of the Serpent’s every attempt to destroy their city only to draw out the scariest nightmare from the Otherworld, the Caoranach. One of the Coven’s own, Cami Akiyama, has already met this creature—the very monster who tortured her, branding her with a mark. Given Cami’s history with the big bad, the Coven leader assigns her a bodyguard, none other than the gorgeous and lethal necromancer, Dante Martinez, the ex-boyfriend she disappeared on years ago. One conversation confirms the spark between them never died, and based on the way Dante flirts, he won’t allow that flame to extinguish out without a fight.

No one has ever compared to Dante and the incendiary passion he inspired in her, but the Caoranach broke her—Cami’s too damaged for any sort of relationship. Not like that stops him. If anything, he fights harder for the memories of a love that kept her sane on the bleakest nights. And despite every effort to distance, she finds herself falling for him all over again. Except the Caoranach isn’t finished with her—the branded mark holds the secret to the city’s destruction or salvation, and Cami stands in the center of the storm.




Excerpt 2:

He sucked in a harsh breath. “So it had nothing to do with us?”

So, so complicated that phrase. It had everything to do with them, with how bright their flames burned when they were together and how their fire threatened to consume survival and reason alike. The aching intensity he inspired in her had reached the fervor of consumption, to the point she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to extricate herself. In their time apart, she’d grown. Fallen down, scraped her knees, and fucked up, sure. But she’d learned to stand on her own and had become a woman who could fight her own battles. Had she stayed back then, she risked not only losing him but herself in the process.

“You’ll always have the place you carved into my heart.” Her words came out quiet while the enormity of the realization crashed through her. As much as she tried to distance herself, as much as she’d tried to move on, the second Dante entered her life again, his presence returned her to a home she’d been away from for a long, long time. His uncharacteristic quiet unsettled her nerves, but after the bombshell she’d dropped, she didn’t expect quips or quick conversation.

The inches between them grew agonizing since she wanted so badly to reach out and stroke his arm or squeeze his hand and close the distance. To indulge in the comfort his mere touch allowed. However, the silence reached a deafening crescendo, and for once she couldn’t read his gaze.

Dante sat up on the bed, a bandage over his side where he’d been patched. The doctors had cut off his shirt but left his jeans on. His mouth tightened with pain at the motion, and he moved carefully as he slid to the end of the bed to grab her hand. So close, the scent of his smokes and metal surrounded her, intoxicating in his nearness and his heat a blossom unfurling in her chest. His dark, honeyed skin looked good enough to lick, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips on instinct.

He traced his fingertips down her cheeks to lift her chin, the slight touch electric, an awakening that traveled through her body in a way that brought her into the present for the first time in too long.

Closing the distance between them, he leaned down and brushed his lips to hers.

About the Author:

A modern day Renaissance-woman, Katherine McIntyre has learned soapmaking, beer brewing, tea blending, and most recently roasting coffee. Most of which make sure she’s hydrated and bathed while she spends the rest of her time writing. With a desire to travel and more imagination than she knows what to do with, all the stories jumping around in her head led to the logical route of jotting them down on paper. She writes novels with snarky women, ragtag crews, and guys with bad attitudes. High chances for a passionate speech thrown into the mix.