Hey my kittens!
Remember the blogger The Irish Banana?
She totally wrote a book!
Today is its release day, so we’re doing a little celebration here on the Moonlight Library!
Sanctum (Blackwater Pack, #1) by Hannah McBride
Published on 21 August 2020
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A survivor on the run
Barely escaping with her life, Skye Markham and her mother flee their sadistic pack and seek sanctuary within Blackwater. Against all odds, Skye tries to create a new life for herself. A life she thought only existed in dreams is now within reach.
An alpha with a pack to protect
Remy Holt has spent years guarding his pack - his family - from threats as the next alpha in line. When the Blackwater pack decides to help the Markhams, Skye becomes one of his own … In more ways than one, if his wolf has anything to say about it.
A bond unlike any other
As Skye and Remy’s lives collide, the shifter world starts to implode. Missing shifters, a dying population, and pack wars are causing their sanctuary to crumble around them. Skye thought she was finally safe … but maybe there’s no such thing as a sanctuary.
*SANCTUM is the first book in the Blackwater Pack series. Possible trigger warnings: abuse, violence, language, and bullying.
About the Author
Hannah McBride has been many things in her life – a restaurant manager, a clinical research coordinator, a dreamer, a makeup brand ambassador, an event coordinator, a blogger, and more. But at heart, she’s always been a writer, and in 2020 she decided to make it official with her first release, SANCTUM.
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He shifted towards me. “This is all new to me, too, Skye.”
A sobering thought crossed my mind. The one that had been plaguing me since the woods. “Do you want this, Remy?”
The corner of his mouth hitched up for a second as he looked at me. Slowly, he raised a hand, tracing the curve of my jaw. I shivered, remembering the feel of his hands stroking when I was a wolf.
This was so much better.
He inched even closer. His breath, minty and warm, fanned over my face. His eyes tracked the movements of his fingers hungrily.
“Yeah,” he answered roughly, thickly. “I want this. I want you.” He dipped his head and covered my mouth with his.
As far as first kisses went, I was pretty sure this was one for the record books.
Fire ignited in me the second Remy’s lips touched mine, soft but demanding all at once. His hands settled on my hips, pulling me closer. The smell of him from earlier in the evening, pine and soap and something that was entirely Remy, filled my senses.
I was going to combust in the most exquisite ways.
His large hands almost spanned my waist, his fingers flexing against the soft material of my yoga pants. His tongue teased the seam of my lips until I opened my mouth on a gasp, letting him in.
I groaned as his tongue stroked mine, one hand sliding from my waist up my spine.
My hands had been clenched into fists on his chest, the fabric of his t-shirt bunched in my grip. I relaxed my hold now, letting my hands slide over the hard muscle and up around his neck, pressing my chest flush against his.
Now Remy groaned, changing the angle of his head to deepen the kiss.
Flames licked through my blood, and I was sure I was going to combust any second.
I was one hundred percent okay with death by kissing.