More information below, as well as an excerpt. Search for bloggers on the net and Facebook who are involved in my cover reveal, because they have a different excerpt. :)
Four Days (Seven Series #4)
Ivy believes every life must have balance, and during the past year, she’s found harmony living with the Weston pack. When an evil spirit from her past threatens her wolf, it sets off a chain reaction of events that alters the course of her destiny.
Lorenzo Church is a powerful, wealthy Packmaster who rules his pack through intimidation and order. He has vowed to never love a woman because love can destroy an empire. But chaos is fast approaching in the form of a Shifter named Ivy—a Native American, like him, who has invaded his dreams since the moment they met. She is spirited, wise, and unattainable.
In an unexpected turn of events, Ivy must choose whether or not to let go of the one person she has always loved. Lorenzo discovers the root of her courage but will never win her as his mate unless he learns to listen to his heart.
Destiny will find you
INFO ON THE COVER
So the most glaring difference is that we finally have a woman on the cover (woot!). I'm not writing a conventional paranormal romance, so it makes sense that the covers embody the character. Actually, the one who gets the cover is a Weston pack member, since this family is who the story centers around. I've been doing my best to locate models who best represent my characters, but still encourage readers to let their imaginations run wild. ;-)
THE SEVEN SERIES takes place in the same world as the Mageri series (I call it all the "mageri universe"), and is an expansion of it. I'm getting frequent messages and emails from readers who were reluctant to read the Seven series, but quickly fell into the stories. It's a different sub genre than urban fantasy, but what drew readers to my writing will still be found with this new series.
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WHAT DID THE BETAS/EDITOR THINK?
Due to spoilers, I've had to snip a lot out.
"It tackles the duality in people. Two sides of us that conflict, or where one is hidden."
"If you want to torture your readers, you can tell them you made your editor cry and have to take a break."
"Another woah moment mixed with a Squeeee!!!!
"I was blown away, but so happy at the same time. That could not have been a better situation. I'm still getting chills."
"She has been the most relatable protagonist yet in this series. She has quiet strength with a pragmatic approach. I can't commend you enough for giving her life and personality..."
"Holy. Shit. I love you, Dannika Dark. You are a goddess of paranormal romance! I literally shouted at the computer screen."
"And the ending, damn it moved me."
Lorenzo reached out and stroked my cheek. “When we first met, you were but a flowering vine swinging from the tree I found you in, trying to cling to anyone who would hold you.”
I brushed his hand away and drew back. “You are no better than my father, comparing me to a poisonous vine. I am not the desperate woman you make me out to be, and I have no need to cling to anyone but those who love me. I will not hold on to a great oak, because as magnificent as it may be, it will never hold me back. My family holds me with their kind words and love, and that is all a Shifter can ask for. What is it you want, Lorenzo? To question the integrity of my Packmaster? We’re better off within the city. There are places to take refuge, those who might help us, and…”
Through my powerful speech, Lorenzo cracked a smile. It was slight at first, but it became wide and he flashed his teeth at me.
I had begun to turn away when Lorenzo captured my wrist and tugged me against him. His arm slid around my lower back in a claiming gesture. He cupped the nape of my neck with his other hand, and before I could protest, Lorenzo rubbed noses with me.
In the middle of a crowded club.
“Such a spirited wolf you have,” he growled.
“What do you want of me?”
He drew in a breath, as if taking in my scent. “Don’t you want to be my friend?”
“A man like you doesn’t make friends—he makes enemies.”
Lorenzo kissed me hard, his tongue slipping so deep that my legs quivered. Then he drew back and rubbed noses again. “I can do friendship. Sunday night. Checkers. My place.” He pressed his lips to my ear and seduced me with whispers. “I can’t get you out of my head. These men leer at you in a way that makes me want to lose control. You need protection.”
“My pack protects me,” I said, forgetting the crowd around us as we held each other close.
“Will they protect you with their bodies as I will with mine?”
I tried to create distance between us. “Actions speak louder than words, and nothing but honey drips from your mouth.”
He chuckled darkly. “Your sharp tongue and wise words make my wolf sing.”