Early Review of Wulfe Untamed (Feral Warriors #8) by Pamela Palmer

Title: Wulfe Untamed: A Feral Warriors Novel
Series: Feral Warriors
Classification: Adult Fiction
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Format: Paperback; 384 pages
Publisher: Avon (January 28, 2014)
ISBN-10: 0062107550
ISBN-13: 978-0062107558

Author's Website: http://www.pamelapalmer.net/index.php

Notes: Received an eARC loan from the publisher and am a member of Pamela's "street team". In other words, I love her books so much that I've volunteered to help her get out the word about upcoming releases. 

Six weeks ago a group of friends decided to take a day-trip to Harpers Ferry, a National Historical Park, and go hiking. Of the six who started out, only three survived, one of whom was declared missing. A week of Natalie Cash's life was lost and she remembers virtually nothing of that period in time except how it started out pleasantly enough and ended when she woke up a week later wondering what horrific event had caused three of her friends to lose their lives. Her brother, Xavier, who had accompanied her for the trip has not been seen or heard from since and is feared dead. Something Natalie refuses to believe or accept. 

Six weeks ago six humans unwittingly ended up in the middle of a battle between wraith Daemons and Feral Warriors. The Ferals managed to kill the Daemons but only after three of the humans had parished. Of the three who survived, two were held for a week and observed before having their memories erased and being released. The third, Xavier, was blind and his memories could not be taken as memories are stolen through the eyes. To keep their supernatural existence a secret they couldn't allow him to leave.

Wulfe appointed himself Natalie's protector and, in the weeks that followed, has periodically been checking up on her in his wolf form. When he observes an unnatural glow about her, he realizes she may not have escaped unscathed after all. When Inir, the Mage who is trying to free the rest of the wraith Daemons and their leader from their prison appears, Natalie will once again become the unwitting pawn in a game which, if lost, could unleash an evil not seen in five thousand years upon the earth.

Another great book in the Feral Warriors series. Unfortunately, it's also the eighth and final book. If you haven't read the previous books in the series, I encourage you to do so. Each book builds up to this final showdown and you won't want to miss a thing. 

Slowly, but surely, the Feral Warriors are losing their links to their animal spirits. The Curse that Inir cast upon the group is starting to take hold. When a Feral Warrior loses its connection to its animal spirit they can no longer shift; and their immortality, a gift attached to their animals spirit, is no more. They become as mortal as anyone else and begin to age normally once again. In a race against time, they must decide whether to strike immediately or wait till they are stronger, if that's even possible. 

Natalie is an optometrist and chose that field because of her brother Xavier's handicap. She's struggling to deal with the events that happened mere weeks ago and her relationship with her fiance is on shaky ground. She's having dreams that feel more like memories, but make no sense. What she dreams just isn't possible--men shifting into animal forms and a monster attacking her. While her fiance is supportive, he just can't seem to understand why she's not like the Natalie he'd come to know. He just doesn't get why she's changed.

Wulfe, even though he won't act upon it, is attracted to Natalie. She's a kind and loving individual and he grew fond of her during the week they'd kept her to make sure there were no ill affects from the Daeomon attack. His mate, Beatrice, died nine months ago and when one of a mated pair dies, the mating bond of the individual left behind becomes damaged occasionally killing them. Wulfe realizes a mating with another woman is probably impossible so he keeps his feelings to himself. Plus, he'd never come between her and her fiance. 

Overall, I gave this one 4 1/2 our or 5 roses. There is enough action, drama and twists to keep the reader glued to the book. Wulfe was a wonderful character with a lot of issues to work through, and I loved how Natalie helped him to deal with them. The attraction between Wulfe and Natalie was undeniable. It was fun to watch as Wulfe tried to deny his feelings thereby protecting Natalie. On the Lisarenee Romance Rating Scale, this one got a STEAM rating--too hot for a fan, but you still have a handle on things. You should use extreme caution when reading a book with this rating in public. People may inquire as to why you looked flustered and flushed.

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Wulfe Untamed Cover Reveal and Sneak Peek

Are you hungry like a wolf for the next Feral Warrior's Novel? If so, here's a little something you can sink your teeth into and devour while you bide your time. Wulfe Untamed is the next book in Pamela Palmer's series and we've got a sneak peek for you provided by the wonderful folks and Avon Romance. I've been told it's Wulfe-ishly good and is something to howl about.

Brief Synopsis:

Wulfe knows the end-game is approaching. The Mage are preparing to free the Daemon plague and Wulfe’s own small strain of Daemon heritage has been awakened. Worse yet, the beautiful human he once rescued needs saving again. Though Mage sentinels are the ones after Natalie Cash, Wulfe knows his heart is what she really should watch out for. He’ll do everything he can to protect her…and keep his distance. Running for her life while trying not to fall for this gentle, wounded warrior, Natalie’s world’s been turned upside down. But when the Mage begin to free the Daemons, it becomes clear that the Ferals’ only chance of defeating them is for Wulfe to use Natalie to harness the dark forces-and risk becoming evil in the process. The future of the world hangs in the balance, but can Wolfe endanger the woman he loves to save her?

Excerpt (keep reading below for second, steamier excerpt!!!):

“It’s me, boy. This might hurt, but I’ve got to staunch your wounds.”

Her fingers pressed gingerly, burrowing through Wolf’s fur, as she sought the site of the stab she’d seen him take to the shoulder. Warm blood coated her fingers and she knew she’d found it. As gently as possible, she pressed one of the shirts against the wound, then started searching for any others.

“Poor guy,” she whispered. “You chose the wrong night to come see me, but you probably saved my life.” She needed to get him to a vet. The beautiful animal made no sound, gave no indication of consciousness. He might be alive, but for how much longer?

Something skittered across the floor downstairs, stopping her heart for another moment. Why hadn’t they followed her upstairs? For that matter, how in the heck had she fallen asleep on the guest bed in the middle of an attack on her house? None of it made a bit of sense. The last thing she remembered was hitting one of the nasties with the lamp and the other one grabbing her. Had he hit her, then? She didn’t hurt anywhere. Somehow, she must have stumbled up here and passed out.

As she probed the dog’s side, she felt more warm blood and knew she’d discovered another wound. If only she could see them. If only she had a flashlight. Or…a camp lantern. Yes. Her camping supplies were stored in the closet in this room. Rising, she dug the lantern out of the bottom of the closet and turned it on only a little, bathing the injured animal in a soft glow.

He had blood everywhere. Her gut cramped. How was she supposed to know how much of the blood was his and how much belonged to the men? They’d been dressed so strangely, like some kind of foreign army, in matching blue tunics. And swords.

She pressed tee shirts against the two wounds she’d found so far, knowing she had to find the others, yet wondering what she was going to do with them if she did. She only had two hands. And no telephone or suturing supplies.

“Hang on, Wolf. Just hang on for me. Sooner or later, they’ll leave and I’ll be able to get you to a vet. What are they doing down there?” She heard something roll across the hardwood foyer. Roll. Suddenly she remembered the way they’d broken down her front door and relief left her on a hard exhale.

“It’s not them, it’s the wind. Of course, of course.” Leaping to her feet, she stroked Wolf’s head. “This is going to hurt, boy, but I have to move you if I’m going to get you help.”

She scooted around to his back end and, as gently as she could, lifted his hips and lowered them again a few inches out from the door. Moving to his head, she did the same, back and forth, a few inches at a time until she nearly had him far enough from the door to open it. Once more should be enough.

Sweat beading on her brow, she took a deep breath, squatted at his tail, and lifted his hips one more time.

Suddenly, her hands were empty, the dog just…gone…exploding in a spray of colored lights.

Natalie fell back, landing on her backside, then stared, jaw dropping, as a man appeared out of thin air…a huge, naked man lying on the floor right where the dog had been.

She crab-walked back, the bed catching her in the shoulder blades. This isn’t happening.

The man groaned and began to stir. Natalie tensed, her heart pounding violently in her chest as she pushed herself to her feet, then sank onto the bed when her legs refused to hold her.

Slowly, the man sat up and leaned back against the door, his muscular body marred by half a dozen stab wounds, one on the shoulder…right where the dog’s had been.

This isn’t happening. Dogs don’t turn into men. They don’t!

But even as the argument roared in her head, her gaze took in the sight in front of her. The man was built, his waist narrow, his abs ripped, his biceps as thick as tree trunks, one adorned with a thick golden armband with what appeared to be the head of a wolf. His shoulders were easily half the width of her sofa. Her gaze continued up, reaching his face, and her heart clenched. Scars crisscrossed the flesh every which way, tugging down one of his lips, cutting across one eye. His body might be prime, but his face was made for nightmares. Within that ruined face, eyelids lifted revealing dark eyes that turned to her, contracting on a sheen of pain, radiating a dismay so raw it almost made her ache.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Natalie.” His voice was low and urgent as he struggled to his feet, grimacing. Towering over her—he had to be a full seven feet tall—he watched her with eyes filled with the same intelligence, the same gentleness she’d seen in Wolf’s. “I would never hurt you.”

She was shaking, her pulse racing, her stomach cramping from shock. But not from fear. Because as she stared into those dark eyes, she saw only truth and honor and kindness. And, odd as it was, she recognized the essence of the dog in the man.

“I would never hurt you,” he said again, his voice throbbing with sincerity and desperation that she believe him.

“I know,” she told him.

And she did.


Second Excerpt (if you prefer some steam on a hot summer day!):

“Harder, Wulfe, harder.”

He ground his hips into hers until sweat slicked their bodies, until they were both grunting and groaning, racing to the top of the highest peak. And beyond. Far, far beyond. As they approached that far-flung precipice, their gazes met, locked, and Natalie smiled as her orgasm began to roll through her, an arrow straight to his heart.

With her body contracting around him, her low, sexy cries filling his ears, he came with a roar, the beauty of the moment, the perfection, beyond words, beyond imagining.

And then she began to laugh, that throaty laugh that shot straight to his groin, as he collapsed, spent, on top of her. Not wanting to crush her, he forced himself to roll, taking her with him, still buried to his balls inside of her. Her golden halo of hair flew around her face as he righted, and she laughed again, then covered his mouth with hers, kissing him as if he’d just given her the world.

His heart swelled until he thought it would burst from his chest.

With his hands tight on her sweet ass, he kept them fused below while their mouths joined above. Goddess, he didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to stay like this, just like this, forever. Or at the very least, for days and days and days.

As one hand gripped her soft, perfect rear, his other slid up and down her slender back, love barreling through him, hard and fast. A golden thread began to weave around his heart, a thread that flowed outward to hers. The beginning of a mating bond.

Please Note: The Sneak Peek Excerpts were provided courtesy of Avon Romance/Harper Collins and used with permission. Thank you Avon Romance. You Rock and so does Ms. Palmer.