Title: Red the Were Hunter
Author: Rebekah Ganiere
Genre: Fantasy Romance - A Fairytale Retelling
Publication Date: May 1, 2014
Tour Host: Dreams Come True Promotions
Red The Were Hunter is being published on May 1, 2014. Red is a Fantasy Romance which took 2nd place in the Hook, Line and Sinker contest and is a current finalist in the Great Beginning Contest. It is the first novel in the Farielle book series.
What if you were the key to an ancient prophecy that would begin to heal your lands, but fulfilling your destiny meant you had to turn your back on everything you'd been taught to believe in?
Redlynn of Volkzene, member of the Sisterhood of Red, is heartbroken to discover another girl kidnapped and her best friend slain by werewolves. Defying the head of her order, she sets out to kill the beast she believes responsible. The King of the Weres-- But there are worse things inWolvenglen Forest than the wolves.
Adrian, reluctant heir to the throne of Wolvenglen, and his band of wolf brothers are bound to protect the humans; especially the Sisterhood. Finding Redlynn unconscious in his woods, awakens in him a passion he's never before experienced and a protective instinct that has him ready to turn on his own men. Problem is, a female is the last thing Adrian needs complicating his life.
But all is not as it seems in Wolvenglen Forest and to save the missing girls before time runs out, Redlynn and Adrian must move past their inner demons and learn to trust each other. Perhaps finding the happiness they both so desperately desire.
Another girl had been taken. One moment the small village of Volkzenewas silent, with Redlynn drifting off to sleep to the rhythmical sounds of her clock ticking, the next a scream pierced the night.
Redlynn leapt from her bed, grabbed her sword, and tore out to the street. People in their nightclothes, brandishing torches and lanterns, filled the village center.
"Where are they?" she called at the nearest neighbor.
"Cantrel's." The woman ran for the safety of her home.
Anya! Redlynn sprinted toward the south edge of the village. Her best friend was on guard alone at the Cantrel's hut. Breathing hard, the cold night wind whipped her wavy, red hair into her face and raised goosebumps on her skin. The sound of her blood pumping in her ears drowned out the buzz of the village folk.
"Anya," she screamed. "Anya, where are you?"
Redlynn charged through the crowd gathered outside the hut. "Move," she yelled. The other members of the Sisterhood and villagers backed away at the sight of her.
The smell of blood hit her. She stepped over the threshold, the horror slapping her with force. Her heart faltered and a cry escaped her lips.
"Noooooooo!" she screamed. "Anya!"
Anya's mangled body lay sprawled on the floor, her bow still clutched in her fingers. Redlynn's mind numbed, unable to process the scene. She spun slowly on the spot. An arrow stuck in the wall next to the door. Bits of wood were strewn about from the smashed kitchen table. Coals tumbled from the fire, and little more than charred cinders remained of the curtains. A pail of water lay discarded nearby. The Cantrel's huddled on their bed in the adjoining room, Mrs. Cantrel sobbed into her husband's chest.
"Sasha, my Sasha," Mrs. Cantrel moaned.
Anger and despair ripped through Redlynn's gut. Her sword hit the floor with a clatter and she collapsed to her knees gathering her best friend's bloody body in her arms. She sucked in large gasps of air, tears streaming down her cheeks. The very last of my loved ones.
Anya stared blankly into the night, her eyes transfixed and cloudy. Redlynn stroked her hair and tried in vain to piece the skin together on Anya's neck and torso. At just nineteen, Anya had been through so much in her short life; too much, and now it was over. Sadness gave way to anger and bile scorched her throat.
"This is your fault," Mrs. Cantrel screeched pointing at Redlynn. "Where were you? You were supposed to stand guard with Anya."
Redlynn swallowed the angry words she wanted to say. "I'll find Sasha," she promised the teary eyed mother.
"Find her? Those beasts have probably already torn her to bits. You're the protector and where were you? Asleep. To let my Sasha be taken and poor Anya to be murdered. If you can’t even do the one thing we've kept you around for, what good are you?"
The words slapped Redlynn in the face. Her throat went dry. She searched for something to say. Something to soothe the mother, to soothe herself. "I'll find her."
"Get out of my house, Cursed!" Mrs. Cantrel screamed.
Redlynn's heart thundered in her chest. She laid Anya down, grabbed her sword and pushed out the door, past the crowd of Sisters and villagers. Running flat out she made for the village gate.
Rebekah R. Ganiere is an award winning author and member of the Romance Writers of America, her local LARA and OCC Chapters, as well as the VP of Communications for the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Chapter. Rebekah is a moderator for the SCV Writers Group and on Savvy Authors. Her debut novel Dead Awakenings hit Amazon's Top 100 list in its genre right out of the gate and has received top review pick on several sites.
Rebekah's love for stories began as a child with Shel Silverstein. She began writing her own poetry and short stories in junior high and high school and then went on to study theater in college. Ultimately she ended up going back to writing so she could stay at home with her kids. Rebekah is a member of Romance Writers of America as well as member of the board for her Fantasy, Futuristic, & Paranormal and local Los Angeles Chapters. She is also a member of the Orange County, and Young Adult RWA Chapters.
When she isn't spending time telling the stories of the characters constantly chattering inside her head, you can find her hanging out with her husband, four children and menagerie of pets. A dog, a rabbit, 2 bearded dragons, 1 Russian Tortoise and 2 Leopard Tortoises. The escaped snake has yet to be located.
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