Salvation

Book 1: Small Town Packs

by Cassie Laelyn

Genres: Paranormal Romance; Shifters; novella; happily ever after; paranormal romance; steamy romance; witches; shifter romance; shifters; wolf shifter

Synopsis

Wolves of Woodland Falls

Two destinies. One curse. A secret to die for…

Return to Woodland Falls, pack up the past, and get the hell out of there. After fifteen years, it should be easy, right? Sure, until Mia Jones stumbles into the town’s sexy bartender, Noah Cole. His wolfish grin and impossibly bright blue eyes trigger a forgotten memory, throwing her plans into a spin. But when she discovers Noah’s secret, their reunion goes from destined to deadly.

Now, she must choose between her heart and preventing an ancient curse that threatens the entire shifter community.

But what if those she loves are the biggest threat?

Fall in love with these small towns, swoony shifters, and unbreakable bonds, with these interconnected full length novellas. Each story is a standalone paranormal romance with a guaranteed HEA.

Loved Noah and Mia's story in SALVATION? Look out for RECLAIM (Cedar Valley Bears), coming late 2021.

Release date: June 8, 2021

Print pages: 196

Sample

For years, I’d lost myself. Lost who I was, what I wanted in life. I lived in the shadow of my mother’s poor choices, spending each waking moment gasping for breath.

This kiss breathed life back into my soul. Right here and now, Noah found me.

His grip on my jaw hardened a fraction, not painfully but enough to ip alarm bells. Noah tensed, his lips still touching mine. I opened my eyes. His were bright, alert, side-eyeing the waterfall.

In an instant, he jerked back and slapped a hand over my mouth, pinning my back against the rock.

What the hell? I grabbed his wrist to pull his hand away, but he applied more pressure. With his free hand, he held his index
finger against his lips.

My heart sped for an entirely dierent reason. Was this some kind of joke?

Noah cocked his ear toward the waterfall as though listening for something I could neither hear nor see. His legs no longer playfully kicking back and forth. Now, his ridged body was alert as though sensing a hidden danger.

He looked back at me. Desire and heat no longer consumed his gaze, instead replaced with cold ice blue, the color so clear his eyes almost glowed in the fi
ltered light.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered.