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Book 1: Legacy
by N.J. Walters
Alexandra Riley's predictable world is turned upside down when she discovers she's the half-breed daughter of a legendary alpha werewolf--a sought-after prize to some, an abomination to others. The tall, dark stranger who bursts into her father's garage shatters any illusion that she can continue with her normal life.
From the second Joshua Striker, enforcer for the Wolf Creek pack, sees Alex, she becomes a distraction he can't afford. He's come to the city to bring Alex to the safety of the pack. That's it. But who is going to keep her safe from him? Because the wolf inside him is demanding he claim her...now.
From city streets to the mountains of North Carolina, the pair must evade bounty hunters out to kill any werewolf they can, wolves who want to claim Alex, and purists bent on eradicating half breeds. And with all this going on, Alex still has learn what it means to be a wolf and deal with the overbearing male determined to keep her safe.
"The action-packed plot kept me hanging on the edge of my seat with exciting anticipation eager to discover just how the breathtaking story would unfold. I can't wait to get my hands on the next thrilling novel in this series!"
5 Angels & Recommended Read--Contessa, Fallen Angel Reviews
"This book, from the beginning, is intense. It has what every top notch paranormal should have: action, passion, and wolfies, to die for...Alexandra's Legacy is sizzling paranormal that will knock your socks off! Come cuddle up with NJ Walters' wolfies, and let the adventure begin"
5 Diva Review and a Recommended Read--Deb, Dark Diva Reviews
"N. J. Walters writes with such passion and gives so much to all of these characters. This is one to read more than once and enjoy every time. But don't be surprised if your fingers blister just a bit; I promise it is worth it in the end."
5 Books--Holly, Long and Short Reviews
"What an awesome story! The characters really drive the plot forward and the author does a great job building their personalities while engaging your attention."
--Lisa Freeman, The Romance Studio
"This is an excellent story...I highly recommend this to paranormal romance lovers. You might want to get a fan - this story isn't just good - it's HOT!"
--Nancy Eriksen, Paranormal Romance Reviews
Excerpt from Alexandra's Legacy
©2009 and 2017 N.J. Walters
Her father jerked his head toward the back room. "I've got a small bag of coffee out back if you want some."
"Do I ever. You're a lifesaver." Alex licked her lips. The taste she'd had was just enough to make her crave more. She watched as her father opened the brown paper bag and withdrew the muffins she'd picked up. "I'd better start a pot of coffee. Those few mouthfuls won't hold either one of us for long."
Leaving his watchful eyes behind, she hurried into the office area and grabbed the empty carafe. Stepping into the small bathroom, she thrust it beneath the water tap, allowing her thoughts to wander as it filled.
Alex was still was no closer to knowing exactly why she was so uneasy. The hair on the back of her neck seemed to be standing permanently on end, and on occasion she experienced a rippling beneath her skin that raised goose bumps on her flesh.
She hadn't felt like herself for a few weeks now. The changes had been so gradual she hadn't really noticed them at first. It was if her senses were heightened. Her skin felt too tight and at night it itched, not enough to make her scratch, but just enough to make her squirm.
The worst of it was the heat.
Lying alone in her single bed at night, a warm tingling would start between her thighs, little more than a flutter at first. Gradually the tingle became a deep, pulsing throb that made her writhe on top of her sheets, unable to bear even the light touch of the fabric against her skin.
The warmth grew within her, building rapidly until her skin felt as if it was on fire. Like a living creature, the heat slid over her belly, climbing up her ribs one at a time, until it enveloped her breasts. Her nipples puckered and tightened painfully. The only way to relieve the ache was for her to touch herself.
Only it never really helped, instead it drove the heat and need to higher levels. After the first few times it had happened, she'd learned to hold on tight to the sheets and ride out the painful desires that splintered through her, finally ending her nights sweat-soaked and completely exhausted.
The familiar heat washed over her now. Her nipples stiffened, pressing against the fabric of her cheap cotton bra. Low in her belly, her inner muscles clenched and her panties grew damp. She jerked her hand back as the water spilled over the side of the carafe. Swearing, she hauled it back and gave the tap twist, stopping the water flow.
Pouring out the excess, she strode back into the office. She dumped the water into the coffeemaker and slammed the carafe down onto the burner, wincing at the loud crack. She was damned lucky she hadn't broken it. Grabbing the small bag of coffee, she opened it. The rich smell of coffee wafted up and she breathed deeply, inhaling the fragrant aroma. She found a spoon and loaded ground coffee into the filter. Flicking on the machine, she prayed it would be quick.
Stepping back to the doorway separating the garage from the office, she leaned against the doorframe and studied her father. He was about six-foot-two. She'd gotten her height from him. At five-foot-ten, she was a tall for a woman. She'd also inherited his strong, lithe build. Her father was deceptively strong. Many larger men had made the mistake of challenging him to a fight, assuming he'd be an easy mark. They quickly figured out their mistake.
They had the same colored hair too--brown, but with just about every shade or variation of that color from amber to mahogany. Her father's shoulder length hair was tied back in a thong, but it was tinged with silver at the temples, making his appearance even fiercer. Alex kept her hair cut short on the back and sides, longer on the top. Made it easier to take care of. She wasn't the type of woman to waste money on expensive beauty products or to primp in front of a mirror. Strictly a wash-and-go girl, the style suited her just fine.
Their eyes were very different. Her father's eyes were a piercing golden-brown while hers were a pale, silvery gray. James Riley's eyes were always searching, always aware of his surroundings, but when they settled on you it was as if he could see into your very soul.
For about the thousandth time, she wondered why he'd never married. Heck, he'd never even had a steady girlfriend. She wasn't stupid. She knew that he went out prowling some nights and enjoyed female company, but he never brought any of them home. Did he ever get lonely?
Her mother had been a prostitute who'd tried to go straight and had gotten pregnant. When James Riley had discovered he was the father, he'd taken her into his home and looked after her until she'd had the baby. She'd run off just two days after Alex was born, unable to cope with motherhood. She'd never met the woman, didn't know if she was even still alive and, truthfully, didn't care. Having a kid to raise certainly hadn't helped her father find a woman. Yet, he never once made her feel as though he'd have it any other way.
Raising her hand, she rubbed it over her breastbone. Maybe it was loneliness she was feeling at night as she lay in her bed. Maybe she was lonely. God only knows, she'd felt like a freak growing up. While other girls her age had been boy crazy, all she'd wanted to do was tinker in the garage with her father. She plain just wasn't interested. She'd been kissed more than once, even engaged in some heavy petting in her teens, but she'd never had sex with a guy. It just hadn't seemed worth the effort. Now, she wondered.
Book 2: Legacy
by N.J. Walters
For Isaiah Striker, family always comes first. He leaves the woods he loves and travels to Chicago to do a favor for his brother, and his life is turned upside down after one look at Meredith Cross, the owner of Haven nightclub.
Meredith has held her small pack of outcasts and half-breeds together with steely determination. After years on the run, they've found a place to hide in plain sight from the bounty hunters and werewolf purists who would exterminate them. Meredith can't risk the lives of her pack over what she tells herself is just a little lust.
Isaiah knows his mate when he sees her, and he's not giving up without a fight--and a fight is what he has on his hands, both from the stubborn woman who holds his heart in her hands and the bounty hunters and purists who want to kill her and her small pack.
"I love N.J. Walters' wolves. I fell in love with them in the first book of this series, Alexandra's Legacy, and Isaiah's Haven gave me another marvelous reading experience...Ms. Walters brings such vitality to all of her characters, and she kept me on the edge with the fast paced action in this story...A fantastic book for shifter fans -- do yourself a favor and grab a copy of your own."
5 Books--Holly, Long and Short Reviews
"The plot is an engrossing one, with hot love scenes and suspenseful action packed moments also. This is one of the best werewolf romances I have read this year."
4.5 Hearts--Maura Frankman,The Romance Studio
"It's another fast paced, action packed look into the world of werewolves and the hunters who seek to destroy them...The plot is smooth, the emotions passionate and intense and the integration of the secondary characters seamless."
4.5 Nymphs--Mystical Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews
Excerpt from Isaiah's Haven
©2010 and 2017 N.J. Walters
The city itself was vibrant and alive, filled with many different ethnic groups and economic levels. He'd seen homeless people and folks in limousines, those decked out in jeans and others in diamonds. The food and the nightlife were just as diverse. Maybe that's what he needed. Some good food and some decent music.
He wandered past a bar and a woman's voice drifted out on the cool October breeze. He froze, coming to a complete stop in the middle of the sidewalk. A guy bumped into him from behind and started to curse him, but one look at Isaiah's face and he quickly moved on.
Isaiah felt his entire body clench with need as the woman's low, sultry voice wrapped around him. Turning slowly, he stared at the outside of the small club. Haven, it was called. It was a typical older, three-story brick building with a business on the bottom and what looked to be apartments above it.
A sense of urgency filled him. An air of expectation swirled around him. Somehow he knew if he went inside this bar his life would be changed forever.
All the more reason to keep walking.
He whirled on one heel and strode in the opposite direction. About twenty feet away, he stopped.
The wolf inside him was howling, practically clawing at his skin to be free. His lungs couldn't take in enough air even though his chest was heaving. He raked his fingers through his hair and swore again.
His instincts would not be denied. Spinning around, he stalked back to the bar. He paused on the doorstep, took a deep breath and crossed over the threshold.
The bouncer on the door nodded at him as he passed. The guy was about six-one and built, his shoulders practically filling the doorway. His blond hair was buzzed off in a crew cut and his pale blue eyes missed nothing as he watched the door and the crowd within.
The light was dim, but that was no problem for Isaiah. With his preternatural sense of sight he could see easily. The smell of liquor and warm bodies mixed with the spice of sexual arousal, creating a heady perfume. He could also smell food, and it reminded him once again that he hadn't eaten in hours. His fast metabolism required him to eat several times more than a human male and he was running on empty.
He found an empty table for two in the far corner and sat with his back to the wall as he scoped out the place. The woman was no longer singing. No matter. He'd find her before he left here.
The place was crowded for a Thursday night. He could see only one other free table. Several couples were dancing to a bluesy number being played by a four-piece band that managed to fit on a tiny stage at the far end of the place. The bar dominated one wall with plenty of seating surrounding it. The bartender was a big guy who looked up when Isaiah's eyes landed on him. Their gazes met and held, neither of them backing down. The guy finally looked away when a woman walked up beside him and placed her hand on his arm.
And holy shit, what a woman. Isaiah was ninety years old. Still relatively young given his five-hundred-year lifespan. But in all those years, he'd never seen a woman like this one.
Even from a distance, he could tell she was tall. Long black hair fell like silk over one of her shoulders and didn't stop until it hit her waist. Her features were more striking than beautiful. Exotic. Strong. Her full lips were painted a deep red that all but begged a man to kiss them.
Isaiah's cock swelled in agreement, pushing against the zipper of his jeans. He hadn't been aroused this quickly since he'd been a young male just coming into maturity.
"What can I get you?" He resented the perky female voice that shouted near his ear. He didn't want to stop staring at the woman standing behind the bar. It wasn't easy, but he managed to drag his eyes to the waitress standing by his table, tray tucked under her arm as she waited for his order. She was probably in her early twenties with tousled blond curls and an open, friendly smile.
"Beer. Whatever's on tap." It didn't matter to him what it was. His metabolism ensured he couldn't get drunk on it no matter how much he drank.
"Sure. Anything else?"
He was about to say no when his stomach growled again. "Is the kitchen still open?"
"Absolutely." She handed him a small menu even as she listed off several items. He ordered two double cheeseburgers and fries to take the edge off his hunger. She nodded and gave him another smile. "No problem. I'll be right back with your beer."
Isaiah reached out and snagged her wrist before she could get two steps. The waitress raised her eyebrow in question. He tugged her closer so he wouldn't have to shout. "Who is the woman behind the bar?"
The waitress glanced over toward the bar and then back at Isaiah. "That's Meredith. Meredith Cross. She owns the place."
Meredith. He let her name roll over his tongue as the waitress slipped away. He liked the sound of it.
Book 3: Legacy
by N.J. Walters
Shelley has been running from her past since she killed a man to escaped years of brutal captivity. There are bounty hunters on her trail and she's all alone, a dangerous situation for a werewolf to be in. But for the first time in her life, she's free to put the past behind her.
After a week of dealing with his late brother's affairs, James Riley is feeling the pressure of his new responsibility as Wolf Creek pack alpha. He's not too tired to notice his sexy waitress is a werewolf--and realize that she doesn't seem recognize him as one of her own kind. When Shelly is fired, James offers to drive her to the next town, hoping he can convince her to come to his pack and explore what it means to be a shifter.
Shelly's irresistibly drawn to James, but her past will not be denied...and her secrets demand a price paid in blood.
"I found the romance between Shelley and James to be as emotional and gripping as the subplot regarding the werewolf hunters. I'm looking forward to my next visit to Wolf Creek. Any book from Ms. Walters is an automatic must buy because her characters are always well drawn and her romances powerful and erotic. This is a worthy addition to the series."
5 Blue Ribbons--Claudette, Romance Junkies
"The villainous hunters are present, along with returning supporting characters rounding out the plot nicely and there are a few nice surprises along the way that I won't reveal but that will wrap up ends I didn't even know had been left dangling from the previous books. I look forward to the next book in the series."
4.5 Nymphs--Dragon Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"Fans of sizzling paranormal romance will enjoy Legacy Found. The twists and turns will keep you guessing, while the danger ups the ante and keeps things interesting. If you've not read this series, be sure to place them on your TBR pile."
4 Cherries--Gladiolus, Long and Short Reviews
Excerpt from Legacy Found
©2011 and 2017 N.J. Walters
He paused in the open doorway and removed his sunglasses, tucking them in his shirt pocket as he looked around. The place was crowded, mostly with men, but there were a few women as well. Almost all the tables were filled. The sound of chatter was punctuated with the noise of utensils clanking as they all ate. The coffeepot hissed and the grill sizzled in the kitchen.
Something else permeated the air, but James couldn't quite place it. Grease, sweat and food all mixed together to dull his preternatural sense of smell. Shrugging it off, he stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind him.
Several men glanced up from their meals and stared, but most ignored him, too intent on finishing their food and getting back on the road. To a trucker, time was money.
James scanned the room and sauntered over to a vacant booth in the far corner. He slid onto the vinyl bench seat and leaned back, trying to fit his large body comfortably into the space.
From his position, he had an unobstructed view of the room and the front door. There was also a window right beside him, which would allow for a quick escape if necessary.
The diner was surprisingly clean but dull. The paint on the walls was chipped, the linoleum on the floor scarred. And the seat cushions had seen better days. But the table gleamed and the condiment bottles were full. He plucked the menu from behind the shiny napkin dispenser and scanned it.
At the far end of the room, which James assumed led to the kitchen, a swinging door popped open. A woman backed into the room carrying a tray laden with plates. She looked like any waitress anywhere--harried and overworked. He went back to studying the menu, but his gaze was drawn again and again to the woman.
Giving up on the menu, he tossed it down on the table and studied her. She appeared to be in her early thirties, but it was hard to tell. She had the look of someone who'd had a hard life. Her hair had been pulled back into a tight bun, giving her face a pinched appearance.
As he watched, she competently served up the food from her tray, distributing plates to various tables, while nimbly sidestepping the roving hands of one of the truckers. His eyes narrowed as a burly driver patted her butt as she passed by. She jerked, but didn't stop. Head ducked down, she kept going.
Anger began to burn low in his gut. It was none of his business, he told himself. He couldn't afford to get involved. Not with paranormal bounty hunters searching for him and his daughter. The last thing he wanted to do was bring attention to himself and, through him, to his pack.
Still, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
She was dressed in a tacky pink polyester uniform that hung on her slender frame. It was hard to tell her shape. It was mostly hidden by the bulky dress, which was zipped up tight to her neck and fell all the way to her knees. Her legs were bare from her knees to her ankles and she wore white socks inside her battered canvas sneakers.
The woman was continually in motion, pouring coffee and serving food. Even though she worked without stopping, there was almost a fragile air about her, as if she'd been ill recently.
He wasn't sure that she'd even seen him, but as soon as her tray was empty, she tucked it under her arm and hurried over to his table. "What can I get you?" She pulled an order pad and pen out of her pocket.
James froze in place. All his senses went on full alert. Her scent was ever so faint, almost as if she were masking it somehow. But it was there. "You're a werewolf," he whispered. He was so shocked he spoke before he could check his words.
The woman paled and swayed. His hand shot out to steady her, but she quickly pulled away, taking a step backward. "What? What did you say?" Her voice grew steadier with each word she spoke.
The soft tones of her voice skimmed over James like a caress. He was struck with the urge to draw her close to him, lay his head against her stomach and just listen to her talk. But fright still lingered in her dark chocolate-brown eyes in spite of her bravado. Her fingers clenched around the pen she was holding and she took another half-step backward.
"Nothing." He kept his voice low and as unthreatening as possible. "I didn't say anything important."
She relaxed immediately, offering him a tiny smile that brightened her entire face. Up close, he could see that beneath her weariness, there was a beautiful woman. The skin on her heart-shaped face was as fine as a baby's and appeared to be incredibly smooth. Her chin was slightly pointed, her cheekbones high. And her small nose turned up at the tip. Her eyebrows curved slightly and were the same light brown color as her hair.
He sat up straighter, every muscle in his body pulling tight. Deep within him, he could feel his wolf pacing restlessly.
Book 4: Legacy
by N.J. Walters
Bethany escapes a crazy doctor's laboratory, but she's unable to help Chrissten, the other woman kept captive there. How can she explain to the authorities that during the escape Chrissten shifted into a wolf, and she was kidnapped by the doctor in the first place because she might be part werewolf? Desperate for help and guilt-ridden for leaving Chrissten, her only hope is to find the woman's twin brother.
Quinn has been searching for his missing sister without a single clue, until a phone call from a stranger rekindles his hope. Something sparks between Quinn and Bethany when they meet, but he doesn't think he'll be a good mate for anyone, let alone someone as gentle as Bethany. He'll help her through the heat cycle she's going into, but he can't offer her a future. Of course, fate and biology might have other ideas...
"This novel features emotionally intense writing, characters you care about and enough sensual eroticism to make you want to keep a fire extinguisher on stand-by. These are all trademarks of this author's writing and long may it continue!"
5 Blue Ribbons--Claudette, Romance Junkies
"Quinn is irresistible, he is torn between keeping his twin as his only focus but his wolf is telling him he has found his mate. This series continues to get better and better, of course having one of my favorite vampires make an appearance is like frosting on the cake."
4.5 Stars--Emily, Sensual Reads
"It is a page-turner that takes you on one heck of a ride. QUINN'S QUEST is packed with action, contains a hint of mystery and a whole lot of heated scenes. It was everything I hoped for and more in a paranormal romance."
4 Blue Ribbons--Pamelalynne, Romance Junkies
"Walters' latest Legacy tale is fiery. The story is compelling as the charcters try to deny the passion between them."
4 Stars--Sabrina Cooper, RT Book Reviews
"Quinn's Quest was a really good read. I enjoyed it and the characters."
4.25 Stars--Tigger9, Night Owl Reviews
Excerpt from Quinn's Quest
©2012 and 2017 N.J. Walters
The phone rang twice before it occurred to Bethany that the middle of the night might not be the best time to call anyone asking for help, especially not with the crazy story she had to tell. "Damn." She thought about hanging up but she was committed now. She tightened her hand around the receiver.
"Yeah." The voice was male and hoarse with sleep.
She cleared her throat. "Is this Quinn Lawton?" She prayed she'd remembered the number right. She didn't know what she'd do next if this wasn't Chrissten's brother.
There was some rustling in the background and the voice was more alert this time. "No." Bethany's heart sunk. Maybe she'd dialed the number wrong. Before she could apologize and hang up, the man was speaking again. "Just give me a second and I'll get him."
Hope surged inside her. She hadn't failed. The phone number was the right one. Her knees threatened to buckle so she sank into the chair that Margaret had vacated. Her stomach felt queasy and she was still very weak. She could still hang up the phone and let the police handle this. All she'd have to do is tell them she was kidnapped. No need to tell them about the rest of it. Quinn Lawton would never be able to find her. There was no way to trace the call back to the shelter.
She clutched the receiver in her hand and took a deep breath, knowing she could never do that. She was committed now. No turning back. Footsteps sounded through the receiver and she knew the man who'd answered was taking the phone to Chrissten's brother, who was a half-breed werewolf just like Chrissten. Just like she was.
Bethany still couldn't quite wrap her head around that one, but she was trying to understand it. She hoped Quinn had answers for her.
"Yeah." The voice was low and gruff and masculine. Every cell in Bethany's body reacted to the sound. The fine hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Her nipples contracted. Her breath caught in her throat.
"Who is this?" The voice was more demanding now, all trace of sleepiness gone.
Bethany forced herself to speak. 'Is this Quinn Lawton?"
"Who wants to know?" She almost hung up on him. His impatience and arrogance bled through the phone line. But she'd promised her friend.
"Do you have a sister named Chrissten?"
"Where is she? Who are you? Where are you?"
Bethany was so startled by the angry outburst she dropped the receiver. She could hear Quinn yelling at her through the line. She grabbed the phone and hung up, panting hard for breath. He was one scary man.
She sat there for about thirty seconds before she grabbed the phone and punched in the number again.
"Hello. Are you there?" he demanded.
"I'm here." This was for Chrissten, she reminded herself. And for yourself, a little voice in the back of her head said. You want to know more about who you are. What you are.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you." His low tones made her shiver and she wasn't sure she believed him. Even his apology was short. A voice in the background was urging him to stay calm. She recognized it as the man who'd originally answered the phone. She was beginning to wish she'd talked to him instead.
"Umm, I need to talk to you about your sister." She had to do this face-to-face. This wasn't something you talked about over the phone. "Where are you?"
"I'm in Chicago. Where are you?"
Bethany was shocked to find out that help was close at hand. She hadn't expected that, but would take it as a good sign that maybe her luck was changing. "Where in Chicago? I want to meet you."
"Tell me about my sister." His frustration was palpable and she almost blurted out everything she knew. But she had to meet him in person. She'd promised Chrissten she'd get help and that meant more than simply making a phone call. Plus, she was curious about him, about what he was. What she was.
"Where shall I meet you?" Bethany could be just as stubborn as he was.
"There's a bar in Wicker Park. It's called Haven. Meet me there."
"When?" Bethany glanced at the clock over Margaret's desk. It was half past four in the morning.
"Now. I'll be waiting for you."
"I don't have any money to pay for a cab." It was demoralizing to admit she needed him to pay for her to get there. She couldn't walk, as she had no idea where she was going. Even if she wanted to take public transit she still had no idea where to find this particular bar.
"Just get here. I'll take care of the cab fare."
She sucked in a breath and said, "Okay," as she exhaled. The quicker she did this the better for her peace of mind.
"What's your name?" The urgency in his tone brought home just how desperate he was for news of his sister.
"Bethany. My name is Bethany. As of less than a day ago your sister was alive. I'll be there as soon as I can.'
Book 5: Legacy
by N.J. Walters
Held in captivity for eighteen terrible months, Chrissten Lawton has a long recovery ahead of her. Rescued by the Haven pack, there's one member in particular who refuses to leave her side, and who also awakens a part of her she thought she'd never get back.
From the moment Hank Brewer picks up Chrissten's scent, he knows they're true mates. No matter what is in their pasts, he's determined to help her and prove she can trust him. He's a half-breed, but he doesn't do anything halfway.
But the shifter who claimed Chrissten against her will is on the loose, and he and his rogue pack won't rest until they have Chrissten back in their clutches and have destroyed the Haven pack.
"I am not ashamed to confess that I have been devouring N.J. Walters' Legacy series with great relish. Ms. Walters has served up the perfect platter for romance lovers; gripping action packed plots, featuring beautifully emotive romances, fascinating subplots, taut tension, chilling realistic villains and characters I love to revisit. Did I forget to mention the scorching hot sex?"
5 Blue Ribbons--Claudette, Romance Junkies
"The storyline is amazing and will pull you in from the beginning and hold you there till the end. I wanted to find out what was going to happen next..."
4 Stars--Tigger9, Night Owl Reviews
"N.J. Walters has mined gold with her Legacy series of paranormal fantasies. FINDING CHRISSTEN was a page turner that this reader was unable to put down. Fans of a little werewolf loving are sure to enjoy FINDING CHRISSTEN."
4 Hearts--Tammy, Love Romances and More
"A sweet story about redemption, finding love, and survival, Finding Chrissten is a great addition to the Legacy series, but one that even new readers will enjoy. It's full to the brim with possessive werewolves (both half-breeds and full-blooded), more than one rescue, a mostly broken but feisty half-breed woman, and a man that is willing to go to any lengths to protect her."
"Finding Chrissten by N.J. Walters is an enjoyable paranormal read. Finding Chrissten was full of face paced action right from the beginning all the way to the end. It also features a tender love story that will warm the readers heart."
4 Hearts--Isis, Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
Excerpt from Finding Chrissten
©2012 and 2017 N.J. Walters
Hank loped toward the side of the building and hurried around to the back. The rest of them could take the front. He wasn't waiting. His heart started pumping faster when he saw a garage out back with a shiny new lock on it. He took a few precious seconds to glance inside the tiny window in the door. With his preternatural sight he could see a white van just like the one that had fled from the scene the last time they'd hunted for Chrissten.
This was it. Hank could feel it in his gut.
He raced to the house, senses flaring open. He forced himself to slow down and use stealth. No need to alert the bad guys to his presence. He ignored the secured back door and jimmied a basement window instead. The lock was old and rusty and gave easily under the steady pressure he put on it. He raised the glass slowly and listened.
All was quiet.
He grabbed the upper sill and slid his body through the small opening, landing sure-footed on the gravel floor. This part of the basement wasn't finished and the musty stench of mildew and mold assailed his nostrils. He ignored the pungent odor and took a deep breath. The smell of garbage, urine and sweat seeped upward from the ground and outward from the wooden structure.
He heard a squeak in the floorboard above him and knew the others were swiftly moving in. If there was a rogue werewolf in the building he would have heard the noise by now. Unless he was otherwise occupied.
Hank's lips pulled back from his teeth and a low snarl was torn from his throat. He was on the hunt. His body settled into battle mode, ready for anything. He reached out to his wolf, using every advantage at his disposal, heightening his senses.
He knew he was alone but still moved carefully over the hard-packed ground toward a doorway. He slowly turned the handle and eased the door open, cringing when it made a slight popping sound. Years of damp had warped the wood, making it stick to the frame.
A tiny sound caught his attention. A whimper. His head whipped around to the left and he noticed a door with two locks on it. Chrissten. It had to be her. The beat of his heart went from steady to a gallop in under a second as adrenaline surged through his veins.
Before he could take a step toward the locked door a large male appeared at the far end of the hallway. He was a big fucker with broad shoulders and long brown hair. His scent reached Hank, igniting a molten fury inside him. It was a scent he knew well from Chrissten's blanket, the one he'd taken from her last prison cell. Brian. The male who'd violated Chrissten.
Hank didn't think, didn't pause. He attacked.
But this was no human he was fighting. This was a pureblooded werewolf, and he was more than ready to fight. Hank knew the other male wanted it. Craved it as much as Hank did.
They ran at one another, fangs bared, hands tipped in claws as they both partially shifted into their wolf form.
Hank went in low and swiped at Brian's belly, but Brian turned at the last second and lashed out, catching Hank in the shoulder and raking away shirt and skin. The scent of blood, rich and coppery, mingled with the other pungent smells in the hallway. Hank could feel the warm liquid trickling down his arm.
He shook off the minor injury. Nothing else mattered but rescuing Chrissten. Not even his own life.
Hank allowed instinct to take over. He'd been a fighter all his life, long before he'd discovered his heritage. The other male might be a pureblood, but Hank fought mean and dirty, with no holds barred. He fought to win.
He lashed out at Brian with claw-tipped hands. The other male jumped back, hitting the wall so hard it caused little flecks of dust to rain down upon them like fine snow. Hank blinked to clear his vision. He needed to get Brian away from the door with the locks, away from Chrissten.
Hank roared his anger. No need to be quiet now. The others would have heard the beginnings of their fight. In the distance, Hank could hear the pounding of feet as the others hurried to join him.
Brian heard them coming too. He snarled, exposing brutally sharp fangs. "This isn't over." Warning given, Brian turned and ran. Hank started to give chase but a faint female voice stopped him.
"Is anyone there? Oh God, is there someone out there?"
Everything inside him came to a standstill. Something deep within Hank's soul shifted and realigned before locking into place. Chrissten.
Book 6: Legacy
by N.J. Walters
Sonia Agostino comes from a family of Keepers, humans charged with helping paranormal creatures in the modern world. Her research into myths and legends has led her to Inhibitions, a nightclub in Chicago. She suspects the reclusive and enigmatic owner could be the one paranormal creature she has never met--a vampire--only he won't agree to see her.
One look at Sonia, and Damek knows she's a serious threat to the disciplined routine that keeps his bloodlust in check. She's also unwittingly led vampire hunters far too close for comfort. But in spite of the dangers and the complications, Damek can't refuse her.
Sonia finds her loyalties tested, and they're both faced with choices that will change their lives forever.
"This story is filled with passion, danger, secrets and some visits with old friends...This has plenty of hot romance, layered with tender and sweet moments, and scorching hot bedroom scenes."
5 Stars--Foxglove, Long and Short Reviews
"Ms. Walters builds a true heroine with the feminine power to take a chance, despite the danger that emanates from Damek. I love the writing, the adventure and romance contents of an outstanding paranormal story."
5 Cups--Delane, Coffee Time Romance and More
"Since Damek entered the series, I've anxiously awaited his book and I'm happy to say I wasn't disappointed. He's a great character--powerful, arrogant, protective and not a guy to mess with."
4 Nymphs--Dragon Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews Only
"I liked the author's justification of the variation and growth of his powers because he's older and how it helps him, and ultimately, Sonia. I also like the idea that paranormals can't do it all by themselves. That was something different from most books in this genre."
4 Stars--Kathy F, The Romance Studio
Excerpt from Damek's Redemption
©2012 and 2017 N.J. Walters
Damek closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Her blood pumped through her veins, calling to him like a siren calls a sailor to his death. The whoosh echoed in his ears until it was all he could hear. He licked his lips, his fangs sharp in his mouth. He could almost taste her on his tongue. She would be so sweet.
He'd leaned forward without realizing it and swore under his breath. He was not a monster to take what was not freely given to him. His needs were met easily these days. Owning a blood bank gave him more than an ample supply of sustenance. But there was nothing quite like the taste of fresh blood, still hot, still pulsing from the vein.
He groaned and ignored the heavy throbbing of his cock. He'd thought the organ all but dead until a short time ago. Sonia had revived more than one hunger within him. He knew he should leave, but he didn't. Couldn't. Not yet. The night was long and he wanted to watch her sleep, watch over her and protect her.
Hunger beat at him, a result of using so much energy with the hunter when he already needed to feed. Damek was usually careful to ingest blood on a regular schedule, but he'd gotten busy today and had ignored the growing gnawing in his gut, assuming he'd have plenty of time to feed later.
It was always a drain when he was forced to enter the mind of another. Memories carried emotions, and the power of them often took their toll on him, which was why he didn't do it often. But it was a skill he'd honed to a sharp edge over the years and wouldn't hesitate to use it to defend himself or those under his protection.
Sonia rolled, ending up on her back once again. She kicked at the covers restlessly, shoving them down until they were at the foot of the bed. He smiled when he saw what she was wearing. No silk and satin nightgown for his Sonia. No, she wore a pair of cotton sleep pants in a pale shade of blue with wooly white sheep all over them.
She should have looked ridiculous in her getup, but Damek knew he'd never seen a sexier sight in his long life. He wanted to peel those amusing pajama bottoms down her long legs, revealing each luscious inch of her skin until she was totally exposed and open to him.
So many women today flaunted their bodies. While it was their right to do so and he freely admitted to admiring many of their delectable bodies, there was something about the temptation of discovering what was hidden beneath a woman's clothing that excited him. In this way, he knew he was a throwback to a much earlier time.
Damek sensed an underlying sensuality to Sonia, one she kept hidden beneath boring business suits and sheep-covered pajamas. She moaned in her sleep and he pulled his gaze back to her face. Was she having a nightmare?
What he was about to do went against every code he lived by. Damek never intruded into a human's mind unless he thought his safety or the well-being of those under his protection was in jeopardy. For the most part, he respected the rights of humans to keep their thoughts as their own. Her mind was not a playground for him to enjoy, but he couldn't bear the thought of her being afraid, even if it was only in her dreams.
Damek pushed gently, surprised by the natural resistance he hit. Sonia was dreaming and she should have been an open book for him, easy for him to slide in and out of. Most people were when they were in this altered state of mind. What would she be like when she was awake? There was no doubt she was a strong woman, especially on the psychic plane.
He tried again, careful not to push so hard that he would wake her. It was a delicate task, but he was eventually rewarded when her dream opened up to him. His cock swelled, threatening to explode when he caught his first glimpse of the vision. No, it wasn't a nightmare Sonia was experiencing. It was an erotic dream.
Fury whipped through him at the thought that some other man filled her dreams, some other man knew what she looked like naked and in the throes of her passion. He wanted to find the man and kill him for daring to touch such a treasure. His treasure.
Every muscle in his body tightened, ready for battle. His breathing became slower and deeper, his senses more acute. He knew his emotions were irrational, but he didn't care.
He looked harder at the fantasy unfolding in her head and frowned when he realized the man's face was in shadow, unsubstantial, not real.
Relief hit him hard and he knew he was in over his head with this woman, this stranger who'd invaded his life such a short time ago. No matter. He'd worry about the implications later. For now, he had access to her fantasies, her sensual desires, and he wasn't about to waste such a precious gift.
Damek shifted to try to find a more comfortable position in the chair. It wasn't happening. Not with his cock pushing against the zipper of his dress pants. He savored the sexual bite, reveled in the heavy weight of his balls. It had been so long since he'd felt much of anything but the never-ending craving for blood.
Maybe what he was about to do was questionable, but he couldn't stop himself. No, that wasn't quite right. He didn't want to stop himself. Maybe he was closer to going over the edge into bloodlust than he realized, but not even that thought could deter him from his goal.
Slowly and very carefully, he inserted himself into her dream, letting her dream man take on his features, sliding into her sensual fantasies until he was fully there with her. His clothing was gone and so was hers.
Book 7: Legacy
by N.J. Walters
Craig Lawton's best friend is an ancient vampire and his two siblings are half werewolf, so he's used to being the only human in the room. When he tries to help a new vampire in the throes of her transformation, he goes from "normal" to "paranormal".
Left in an alley to become a monster like the one that attacked her, Evie Pelowski is confused, alone, and unable to control the strange bloodlust surging through her veins. When a Good Samaritan tries to help her, she's does the unforgivable and turns him into a monster too.
They have a bond ignited by blood, but trust is hard won, even though Craig's still determined to help her. But the vampire who turned Evie is out there, and both she and Craig have a new reality and future to face.
"NJ Walters is a goddess of words. Her Legacy World is open and welcoming, complex, and protective."
5 Cups-Hollie, Coffee Time Romance
"This fast paced and smooth flowing plot keeps the reader on their toes with lots of suspense, action, drama and romance...The author has created a mesmerizing paranormal world that I thoroughly enjoyed."
4 1/2 Stars-Evampire, Night Owl Reviews
"CRAIG'S HEART starts you out on an amazing sexy adventure and doesn't let up until the final word...Author N.J. Walters has such a way with words that has the reader right there in the middle of the action, living among the people and feeling what they feel."
--Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction
"Another excellent read from this talented author."
Excerpt from Craig's Heart
©2014 and 2017 N.J. Walters
Foot traffic was getting lighter as the daytime crowd had all headed home and the evening patrons hadn't come out yet. Craig didn't mind. He enjoyed having the sidewalk almost all to himself. He could see the Haven sign in the distance and quickened his step. He was almost past the dark alleyway when he heard a whimper.
Craig stopped and went back a few steps, peering down the alley. The streetlights didn't penetrate very far, making it difficult to see anything. "Anyone there?" It was probably nothing more than a stray cat or dog searching for scraps. It was an unfortunate fact that every city had a problem with stray animals.
He squinted, wishing not for the first time that he had the enhanced senses of his siblings. They'd had the same mother but different fathers, and Craig was fully human while his brother and sister were part werewolf. "Hello."
He heard the whimpering sound again, but this time it sounded more human than animal. Cursing himself for a fool, he started down the alley. He really should go to Haven for help. Any one of the pack would come back with him to check this out. It was pure folly to go alone.
Still, he took another step into the darkness.
His eyes were adjusting a little better, but he couldn't see where the noise was coming from. "I won't hurt you," he promised.
A skittering sound caught his attention. It was coming from the far side of the dumpster on the left side. "Who's there?" He wished they'd say something.
Taking a deep breath, Craig inched carefully forward until he could see just beyond the dumpster. Curled up next to the nasty smelling metal was a small person. He couldn't tell if it was a woman or a kid. It was too dark to see what the person was wearing or to make out any details. He squinted again and took a step forward. "Hey."
A head came up and reddish-tinged eyes peered back at him. Crap. He was in big trouble. Whoever this person was, they were a paranormal creature of some kind. And if Craig was a betting man, he'd say she was a vampire, a young one, potentially unstable and very, very dangerous.
He backed up a step.
"Help me." It was a woman's voice and it stopped Craig in his tracks.
"What happened to you?" he asked.
She moaned and closed her eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me." She panted heavily and Craig could sense her distress.
He reached into his pocket for his phone. "I know someone who can help you."
"No." She came to her feet in one fluid motion and jumped at him.
Craig was thrown back several feet and smashed into the wall behind him. His head cracked against the brick and he saw stars. Something liquid trickled down his collar and he knew he was bleeding. Not good.
The creature came toward him. No, not a creature, a woman with long dark hair tangled around her face.
"Everything will be okay. I promise." But Craig was no longer sure. He should have gone to Haven for help. Dealing with a vampire on his own, especially a young, unstable one wouldn't be wise for a werewolf, let alone a human.
She licked her lips, grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him into the shadows by the dumpster. She was incredibly strong.
"Let me help you." Craig kept talking, trying to reach her human side before she was totally lost to the bloodlust. But it was too late.
Sharp fangs pierced his neck and strong arms held him. Not that he tried to pull away or struggle. That would only make her more determined to drain him dry, maybe even snap his neck. Physically, he was no match for her. Not yet. Maybe once she was drunk on his blood he could break away and make a run for it.
As she sucked his life's blood out of him, Craig prayed she wouldn't kill him. He wasn't ready to die.