Marked By Odin by Coral Moore
If you love urban fantasy, paranormal romance and shapeshifters you’ll love Coral Moore’s Broods of Fenrir Series. Read the first book (Broods of Fenrir) then follow Gunni’s continued story in the second book, Marked By Odin. While the first book was m/f this one was m/m. If you know me, I have a soft spot for m/m romances. Both Gunni and Leo are flailworthy and you won’t want to miss this sequel.
Some scars are more than skin deep.
After killing his sadistic brother, Brand inherits the responsibility for his brother’s brood. Now, he must convince the brood that their barbaric way of life belongs in the past and demand change in order to secure their future.
Crushed by the death of his mate, Gunni believes it’s only a matter of time before he succumbs to the loneliness that plagues his life. He follows Brand out of loyalty, but he secretly craves the peace that death will bring—until he is confronted with the most infuriating human he’s ever met.
Leo is a throwback who has never quite fit in with human society. Drawn into the savage world of the werewolves, not entirely against his will, he discovers that the Broods of Fenrir don’t fear much… except him.
These three conflicting personalities unite in pursuit of an unscrupulous trapper who has taken a member of Brand’s brood captive. They must track him down before he uncovers what they are and their secret is revealed.
Warnings: Violence, Strong Language and Sexual Content
When the moon was twenty-four hours from full, Gunni awoke, right on schedule. Though the wolf was certainly prowling, it seemed more subdued than it had been in weeks. The light leaking under his door and the clock in his head both informed him it was just before midday. He turned as gently as he could to face Leo.
A part of him did wonder if perhaps Leo was influencing him through the link they shared without realizing it. Brand could certainly project emotions through brood bonds, and if Leo had a similar ability, didn’t it stand to reason that he might be able to as well?
Gunni studied the sleeping Leo with a critical eye. In the muted light, the scars seemed unreal, as if his face were merely cast in shadow. Leo’s face was broad, angular, and unmistakably handsome. Gunni followed the rugged jaw and muscular neck down to the almost invisible mark his teeth had left. The memory of the taste of Leo’s skin made his mouth water, and the wolf within clamored for another bite.
Sometime in the night, Leo had taken off his shirt. His lean torso rose and fell with each breath, creating a hypnotic display of musculature that was only marred by the bandage covering the wound on the right side of his chest.
With the tips of his fingers, Gunni traced the curve of one rib to the sternum and then let his hand drift down Leo’s stomach. He imagined following that same trail with his mouth. His heartbeat drummed in his ears and just as strongly between his legs. He flicked his gaze back up to Leo’s face, still relaxed in sleep. The desire was there, and Leo had nothing at all to do with it. The realization that the emotions were his without question eased a knot of doubt.
Leo jolted awake. When he met Gunni’s gaze, he smiled. “I was just having the nicest dream about you.”
“Was I naked?”
Chuckling, Leo shook his head. “No, although I like the way you think. You were in wolf form, running in the woods with another wolf.”
“How did you know it was me?”
“Don’t know. I just did.”
“What color was I?”
“Brown with black points.”
“You’ve never seen me in wolf form.” Though the coloration was common enough in wolves, a chill raised goose bumps on his skin. “What color was the other wolf?”
“White. She was about half your size.”
Gunni closed his eyes.
Leo hesitated a few seconds before asking, “It was Alice, wasn’t it?”
“I’m sure you’ve seen white wolves. Maybe I even mentioned what color she was at some point.”
“Maybe. There were two lines on her right side where the fur didn’t grow right.”
“I know I didn’t tell you that.” Suddenly uneasy, Gunni moved to the edge of the bed.
With some effort, Leo sat up. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I just don’t understand what’s going on.”
Leo shrugged. “I’m not sure it’s something we’ll ever figure out.”
“How did you know it was her?”
“I couldn’t imagine anyone else would have made you so happy.”
Sitting forward, Gunni leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “I wondered, before I met you, if I would ever smile again.”
“I’m glad I could bring that bit of light back into the world.” Leo put an arm around him and rested a cheek against Gunni’s shoulder. “We need a way to make Disa smile once we find her.”
“I’ve got an idea on that.”
“Do you?” Leo moved to the edge of the bed and placed one bare foot on the floor so their legs were nearly touching.
Heightened senses tuned by the nearly full moon made Leo’s casual closeness a tempting distraction. Gunni wanted to bask in the warmth of his skin. “She has a son. I met him when we first got here.”
Leo put a hand on the back of Gunni’s neck and stroked gently. “He must be frightened. Can we go see him?”
“Later.” Gunni pulled an unresisting Leo into his lap with a knee on either side of him and buried his face in the hollow of Leo’s throat. Leo started to say something, but the protest transformed into a breathy moan when Gunni’s open mouth touched his skin.
The intoxicating aroma that was uniquely Leo flooded Gunni’s head. “I’ve never in my life tasted anything as good as you.”
With a wordless murmur, Leo arched his neck, offering more.
Gunni growled with approval. He placed a few careful nips, enjoying the way Leo tensed at the touch of his teeth, before forcing himself to back away.
Concern clouded Leo’s face. “What’s wrong?”
Gunni stroked the side of Leo’s neck with his knuckles. “Too big a risk with the moon so close to full.”
Leo’s expressive mouth compressed into a thin line. “I don’t have any say in that?”
The urge to kiss him until he smiled again was nearly irresistible. “No, you’re not the one with impulse control issues.”
“What exactly is it you think you’re going to do?”
Gunni shook his head. “I’d rather not think about it.”
“That’s a copout.”
“Gods. For starters, I could rip your throat out.”
“You’ve had your teeth at my throat a couple of times now, Gun, and I’m still here. I refuse to believe you’re going to become a ravening beast just because of the moon.”
“You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“Bullshit. What’s really worrying you?”
Gunni gritted his teeth. Bringing his fears into the light of day was the right course, but it still stung. “I could overpower you, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
Leo considered, and then bared his teeth in a wicked grin. “That sounds like a good time to me.”
Gunni couldn’t help himself; he laughed.
“I know you’re worried because you care about me, and I’m flattered, but I’m also a little insulted. I’m not a child, and I’m certainly not afraid of you.”
“I can’t imagine there’s anything in the world you are afraid of.”
Leo frowned and after a moment seemed to steel himself. “I’m afraid you’re going to wake up tomorrow and realize being with me is a mistake.”
Coral Moore has always been the kind of girl who makes up stories. Fortunately, she never quite grew out of that. She writes because she loves to invent characters and the desire to find out what happens to her creations drives the tales she tells.
Prompted by a general interest in how life works, her undergraduate schooling was in biology. She follows science news and enjoys conversations about genetics and microbiology as much as those about vampires and werewolves. Coral writes speculative fiction and received a Master of Fine Arts in Writing at Albertus Magnus College.
Currently she lives in Connecticut with the love of her life, who offers both encouragement and kicks in the tail when necessary. Also in residence are two mammals of the families Canidae and Felidae.
She released her first novel, Broods of Fenrir, in November 2011.
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Coral-Moore/e/B006ARAWQO
Broods Series Website: http://www.broodsoffenrir.com/