(AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT) Kaylie Newell

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About the Author:
For Kaylie Newell, writing ranks right up there with the things she loves most in life- falling somewhere behind her family, but ahead of Bradley Cooper (which says a lot).  She fell in lust with the romance genre when she was about thirteen and began sneaking her mother’s paperbacks from the bedside table.  After acne, college, marriage and kids, she decided to take a crack at writing one herself.  Turned out to be the best adventure she’s ever taken.  When she’s not dreaming up her next book, she’s usually eating chocolate or walking the family mutt.  In that order.
Author Website/Blog: www.kaylienewell.com
Author Twitter: @KaylieNewell
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Hunter of Her Heart - Kaylie Newell
Release Date: 6/23/15
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: Entangled
Tagline: To love a bad boy is to love the beast inside him…
About the Book:
Bad boy Zane Wolfe has always been wild and reckless. Even though he’s hot for his high school sweetheart, Candi Brooks, settling down has never been in his plans. Beyond that, he’s changing in strange ways—and begins to wonder if there's truth to the local folklore that claims his family is cursed to be werewolves...

There's never been a time when waitress Candi didn't have a serious weakness for Zane and his intense, dark sex appeal. She craves him. But after her life changes dramatically, and Zane won’t commit, Candi’s reached her limit. She can't wait forever...so she's taking her heart off the table before it gets good and broken.

Something mysterious is going on in Wolfe Creek, and danger stalks Candi. Zane will do anything he can to protect her. But the one person she needs protection from might just be him…

EXCERPT:

Candi turned to see a single headlight blazing toward her on the street. Scowling, she shoved her hands in her pockets and turned back around, picking up her pace.

The bike pulled up alongside her, its rider dragging one boot along the pavement.

“Hey, baby.”

“Don’t hey baby me, you son of a bitch.”

“I take it you’re mad."

Candi glared at the sidewalk ahead, refusing to look over. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you only call me names when we’re fighting or having sex. And we’re not having sex.”

“Go to hell, Zane.”

“Hey!” He pulled the bike up to the curb and cut the engine. She walked faster, her purse slapping her butt as she went.

“Hey!”

Trotting up behind her, he grabbed her arm.

“Let me go.”

She might as well have been talking to a brick wall. Communication with Zane wasn’t easy when there was something he was set on. And right now he was set on her.

That was usually enough to make her want to step out of her panties and right into his bed. But not tonight. Tonight she

was ticked, wanting to level him with one well-placed punch.

“Not until you talk to me,” he said evenly. He’d brought her to a standstill on the sidewalk, but she still wouldn’t look at him. He smelled fantastic, but she wasn’t going to let that sway her either.

Putting two fingers on her chin, he tried to move her head, but she wasn’t having it. What she really wanted to do was kick him square in the balls.

“You think you can just turn on that charm whenever you want, and it’ll get you off the hook? Is that what you think?”

His fingers trailed lightly down her throat in response. She trembled, unable to help it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Save it,” she said, batting his hand away. Then she did look at him. A huge mistake. He was absolutely gorgeous. His long black hair hung loose next to his face. His dark

eyes glittered in the light of the street lamp overhead. There was a slight bruising along one pronounced cheekbone, something she’d normally stand on her tiptoes to kiss. He wore a faded leather bomber jacket, her favorite. It made him look dangerous. And she’d always liked that. Until now.

Wrapping her arms around herself as if to provide some kind of protection, she regarded him sadly. “How long do

you expect me to wait for you, Zane? How long is it going to take for you to change?”

His jaw muscles bunched. The Native American ancestry he shared with his brother Koda had never been more marked. He looked dark and sexy, and more than a little angry.