Reader's Edyn: Blitz: The Longing of Lone Wolves (Fae Guardians #1) by Lana Pecherczyk + GIVEAWAY

**The Longing of Lone Wolves by Lana Pecherczyk**

Good Morning, Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! Today I have another new-to-me author to feature. She is here letting us all know about her latest release, THE LONGING OF LONE WOLVES. I am excited to find out more, so let’s get to it! Please allow me to feature on the blog Lana Pecherczyk … Plus, a GIVEAWAY!

**LANA PECHERCZYK**

**BIO**

Lana Pecherczyk is an author from Western Australia. She makes a mean chocolate cake and is a fan of 'pro-caffeinating.' She writes kick-ass, action-packed, sometimes funny romance in all sorts of sub-genres - Paranormal, Fantasy, Superhero, Sci-fi and a dash of Contemporary. Basically, if it's got swoony men, strong women and page turning action, then she'll write it. She also wins love by daylight, fights evil by moonlight.

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**THE LONGING OF LONE WOLVES**

Publication date: June 8, 2020

Series: Fae Guardians #1

Genres: Adult, Romance, Fantasy

**BLURB**

He bargained with her to break his curse. She stole his heart instead.

Rush is a Fae Guardian, a wolf-shifter whose enhanced abilities have made him a ruthless protector of Elphyne. His job is to protect the realm from the human enemy, and to ensure the sins of the past never come to pass again lest magic die forever. But one night of weakness resulted in a curse worse than death – exile. He now spends his lonely time longing to be part of the living, once again protecting them from monsters… until one washes up on the shores of his lake.

Clarke is human. She’s beautiful, feisty, and fierce. She’s also the only person who can see him, speak to him, and touch him.

If he hands her over to the Order, she’s his ticket to having his curse removed. The more he learns about this human enemy, the more he realizes she’s not the monster he’s been trained to believe. In fact, she’s capable of inciting passion he’d never dreamed possible again, but Clarke has a message from the past… sins are already repeating. This time, if they don’t stop the coming evil, it won’t just be magic that dies. It will be everything.

The Witcher meets Beauty and the Beast in this gripping, epic fantasy featuring steamy romance, a dash of time travel, a band of brothers, shifters, fae protectors and their strong willed women from our time. If you love your books full of page turning action, intrigue, and romantic tension then this book is for you. For fans of Kristen Ashley’s Fantastical series or Sarah J Maas’s adult fantasy romance.

**EXCERPT**

As Clarke wended down rocky terrain, the snow melted and revealed fresh dirt and abundant nature. The more they descended, the grumpier she got. Something shifted inside when she saw how the world had changed because of the way she’d lived her old life. Death had been on one side of the mountain and life on the other. Even though she’d had a part, she didn’t want to be lumped in with humans who’d intentionally destroyed the world.

The fae’s words came back to her. “We don’t choose the rules of life, but if we don’t follow them, we’re destined for nothing.”

“You know,” she said as she dodged a divot in the path. “We’ve been walking for hours and you still haven’t told me your name.”

She was also tired, itchy, and hungry.

The fae nudged her between the shoulder blades. She almost lost her footing.

He may have a giant sword, scary mother-fucking teeth, and a powerful body she was sure could snap her in two, but her instinct just wasn’t feeling the fear. He had the ability to control her words and her actions, yet he’d only just used the power. She rounded on him.

“Take these off me,” she demanded. “Free me.”

He looked down his nose and flicked his gaze to the restraints. Her breath stuck in her throat and, for a moment, she thought her instincts needed a serious talking to. But then he moved toward her. Fast.

With a speed that left her breathless, and a flick of his powerful hand, his bone knife sliced through her restraints. Clarke’s fists dropped to her sides.

He leaned forward, his menacing presence only inches from her face. And then he sniffed, nostrils flaring as he trailed his nose along her cheek, jaw and neck. Where he stayed. Hot air puffed out as he exhaled, and goosebumps erupted over her flesh. The tattoo under his eye flared, casting an eerie blue glow as he bared sharp teeth and bit the air, snapping with an audible click.

Clarke squeaked. A tremble of fear skated up her spine.

He raised a brow. “It matters not if you are free. You will not run.”

“And why not? Because you’ll compel me to stay?”

“Because, woman,” he growled, mouth curving into a wild, wicked grin, “I am the reason for those goosebumps on your skin. I am the reason children have nightmares, and in there”—he pointed into the shadowed woods only a few hundred feet away—“there are far worse things than nightmares. I am the reason you will live to breathe another day.”

“So I need a monster to fight a monster, is that it?”

Stupid woman. Stop provoking the beast.

His eyes narrowed and held her gaze.

An unearthly howl came from deep within the woods. At least, Clarke thought it was a howl. It could be any manner of creature in this foreign place. His pet wolf stiffened and raised his hackles.

Watching the woods, the fae stilled in a way that was wholly inhuman. He reached for his sword. Fingers locked tight around the hilt. Knuckles whitened. His ears pricked up straight.

Leaves rustled and trees whispered that night was falling. Then the tension left his shoulders and he let go of the sword. He tossed a self-righteous look at her, and then swaggered away, continuing toward the very forest that had caused him concern only moments before.

Goddamn it. She wanted to stomp her feet.

Smug, smug bastard.

She should leave just to spite him. But where would she go? To the human city that brutalized fae and animals through a barbed wire ceiling? The one the source of her dread came from? No thanks. She had to face facts. She was in a strange place and on her own. There were dangers out there in the night, and her gut said to go with the fae. He had the upper hand.

She hurried to catch up, for she knew something he didn’t. She could make friends with nightmares. She’d had practice.

He stared as though a tempest raged in his mind, as though he wanted to devour her and fought hard not to. As though he hated himself for wanting her. He ran trembling fingers through his silver hair, downcast eyes on her.

God, moving like that, lifting his arms and popping biceps… he made it worse. Clarke shivered. Her cool hands flew to pat her hot cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me.”

It was a desire like she’d never felt before. It wracked her body and hummed along her skin. His hot gaze dipped to her lips, lowered to her bra, and then went to where the need was strongest. Nostrils flared as though he could scent her arousal. His attention caressed her body, lighting her up.

In two quick strides, he was in her space, bringing her lips to his. But then he paused. Hesitated. Their breaths mingled. Was that her heart beating, or his… or…

She didn’t care. She needed it. Wanted it. Expected it.

Mine, her mind growled possessively. But he didn’t ravage her like she wanted, like he’d promised. He lowered his lips and touched hers with tenderness. The softness of pillowed skin. The scratch of his beard. Then the gentle, shy push of his tongue requesting access. He nibbled her bottom lip, savoring a moment before thrusting through her parted lips and devouring with a guttural growl of need.

Heady. Salty. His taste smashed right through her restraint. She gripped his neck and pulled him flush against her body. The feel of his long drawn-out moan against her chest turned her liquid. They kissed and licked and tongued. God, she needed him.

It was only when her spine hit the spindly trunk of a tree did she realize he’d pushed her backward. Pressed hard against the bark, he took her mouth as though she was his. Lost in his arms, his taste, and his complete devotion, Clarke sank into the moment. No inner alarm screamed for her to run the other way. It was all him. His hard body, his warmth, his roving mouth.

She pushed his hand down to her breast and arched into him. “Rush, touch me.”

He jumped back, chest heaving with ragged breath.

“Clarke.” He shook his head, a pained look in his eyes. “I can’t.”

She blinked and hugged herself. What just happened?

“You sure look like you can.” Was it really this human versus fae thing? “Never mind. I get it.”

His brows lifted in the middle. “I let desire cloud my judgement once, and someone died for it. I can’t…”

Someone had died?

“I understand.”

She removed the torn tunic and replaced it with his shirt. The muddy and wet thing came down to her thighs, but it was whole.

He put on his jacket and left it unbuttoned as if he were too hot to close it. A flush had ruddied his complexion too. He retrieved his rucksack and then finally buttoned the jacket before putting the baldric and sword back on.

Everything had shifted between them, and yet nothing had. He’d not reneged on his bargain. He wasn’t ready to let go of his prejudices, but his perception was changing. For the first time since waking in this strange version of her world, she was on the right track.

That kiss had felt good, damn it. She wanted him. Not because her powers told her to, or this mystical Well, but because he was hot, sexy, desirable. He made her want. And he made her feel safe. Knowing it, and taking ownership of it made her feel good.

Clearing her throat, she gave him a smile that said they weren’t done yet and moved, but he got in her way. A solid wall of fae blocked her. She met his gaze and saw something different. No more hate. No. This darkness was more like the need she felt. Like the want. Her chest warmed with hope.

“Clarke.” His velvet-storm voice slid over her in a wave. She held her breath, waiting, wishing. But he only tugged her muddy hair over her ears. “Keep your ears hidden.”

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