About the Book
Title: Cry Wolf
Author: Greta Stone
Genre: M/M Urban fantasy
Everything
you know is a lie.
Peter
is a kitsune. Chaos follows him
wherever he goes. Good intentions, bad intentions---it doesn’t matter. Even
mimicking the howl of a friend he hasn’t seen in over a decade turns out to
have disastrous consequences.
The
wolf doesn’t have a name. For now, he goes by Luca. He has no past, and as an
escaped slave, if he can’t stay hidden in the shadows, he’ll have no future.
When someone steals his howl, he’s drawn to investigate, and ends up saddled
with a mouthy fox who insists they used to be friends once upon a time.
Petty
problems and a dubious reunion are pushed aside the longer they're stranded
together. The Underwood is a dangerous place.
They
have two choices: work together or die.
Join
Greta Stone in a dark paranormal MM romance retelling of Aesop’s fable, The Boy
Who Cried Wolf, and David P. Mannix's classic novel, The Fox and the Hound.
Author Bio
Greta
is the unruly offspring of a tiger and a dragon. She spends most of her time
reading, stalking Goodreads, and harassing other authors with pranks. She loves
to hear from readers. (Hi, Mom.) Leave a message after the scream! (Seriously, Mom. You can just call
me.)
Links
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4561635.Greta_Stone (Author Profile)
https://www.facebook.com/GothamGremlins/ (World Fan Page)
Book Excerpts
Excerpt One
Peter
wheezed. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
Luca
rolled onto the square yard’s swept stone. His hipbone and elbow were bruised,
but he imagined it didn’t even compare to what Peter was feeling right now.
“I
told you it was a bad idea.”
Peter
rolled onto his back, a constant drizzle of steady rain mixed with the blood
pouring from his nostrils in dark greenish tracks. He touched the back of his
hand to the gore, nose scrunching in a wince. And then he yawned like the pain
was gone.
“Well
don’t rush to ask if I’m okay, Luca.”
“You
just had to try it. You just couldn’t let it go. I told you that flying takes
skill. I told you that you can’t just pretend your way through some things.
We’re lucky we didn’t drop clear out of the sky the second you took off.”
“You
know, I hear that you’re mad, and all I have to say is that no one told you to
go along with my idea. If you felt that strongly about it, you should’ve said
something.”
Luca
almost punched him. “You told me to
go along with your idea.”
“So
admit that you had a little bit of fun and I’ll take you for another spin.”
“I
didn’t have fun.” Luca rubbed the bleeding cut on his chin. “Actually, right
around now is when I start to hold you responsible.”
Peter
writhed in feigned agony. “Oh, the burden.”
Luca
told himself he found nothing intriguing about this impishness. “I hate you.”
Excerpt Two
“What
do you want to do to me?”
The
question seemed to shock Luca somehow, the top of his sharp cheeks taking on
the barest hint of cherry red. He seemed to give it some thought in the
darkness of the dripping tunnel, “This time, when we do whatever we’re going to
do, can you pretend…to love me.”
Peter
halted. “What?”
“Don’t
make it weird.”
Peter
latched on to Luca’s arm and halted his purposeful march through the main
chamber. “I’m not trying to make it weird. What did you say?”
“Pretend
to love me this time. Despite being a shitty liar, you’re good at pretending.
It shouldn’t be that hard for you to make me believe it.”
Peter
squeezed his shoulder and turned him around so he could see his face, his stark
features illuminated by the glowing blue pool of liquid. “You want to believe
that I love you?”
“I
want to know what it feels like…” His eyebrows knitted. “I keep thinking about
Avaline. How much she must’ve loved him to turn her afterlife into this forest.
A tree for every tear. I want to know what she was crying over.” Something
about Peter’s expression triggered Luca’s defenses, and he spun around. “Forget
it.”
“Stop,”
Peter snapped with a vehemence that left his voice echoing in surrounding
caverns.
Luca
halted, but didn’t face him, head tilted to the side. “What?”
“Didn’t
Lydia love you? Didn’t Chief love you?”
“I
don’t think that’s the right kind of love.”
“What
you asked for…” I don’t have to pretend. “Stay
here. I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?”
“To
get rope.”
Giveaway
Giveaway
How to Win a Free
e-Book Copy of Cry Wolf
The first 5 people to
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copy of Cry Wolf. Available formats include: mobi, pdf, epub, and prc.
Interested parties should email newgotham1@gmail.com with their e-book format
preference for their prizes. Greta will submit prizes at the end of each tour
day.
Get a book and cozy
up on the couch with a rude mug!
Nothing beats reading
with a warm cup of coffee or tea. This is precisely a horde of gremlins
ransacked Granny’s kitchen and stole all her mugs. Each one is inspired by a different character
in the book, and signed by the character.
Granny
Sole’s Mug:
“That’s
what I do. I drink and I know things.”
Peter’s
Mug:
“Oh, for
‘fox’ sake.”
Luca’s
Mug:
“Keep
calm and demand trial by combat.”
Elderstone Keys –
What’s the big deal?
There is a house in New
Gotham that is rumored to be haunted. No one has lived in it since the Great
Depression, and no one can recall what its last occupants looked like, what
they did for a living or where they went. Only one is fated to enter and learn
its secrets. Anytime I host a contest, I give away keys to Elderstone. The
person who collects ten of them is fated to own the house.
Image Credits
·
That’s What I Mug – Fred & Lavine
·
Fox Mug – Vivid Giftworks
·
Keep Calm Mug – Penny Lane Gifts
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