Heart of the Wolf, Anniversary Edition by Terry Spear – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Celebrate Ten Years Of Paranormal Romance From Beloved Author Terry Spear

Bella, a female red werewolf, was adopted by a pack of gray wolves as a pup. Now grown up, the alpha of the pack tries to make her his mate against her will—Bella knows she has no choice but to run away.

She makes her way as a lone wolf until childhood friend, Devlyn, comes to bring her home. On their journey back, they get tangled in up in unimaginable danger and must apprehend a werewolf murderer while keeping their identity secret from humans. The chemistry between them sizzles like never before…but they both know if they mate, Devlyn will have to fight the pack’s wicked alpha…and it’s a fight to the death.

As a companion to Bella and Devlyn’s story, this edition includes an exclusive, brand new novella that brings the story of the lupus garou family full circle.

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But Devlyn had to make sure. She could have been any one of a number of lone red lupus garou females all across the States. Or not. Because such a shortage existed, he sure as hell hoped Argos was right—that she was their stubborn Bella.

When Devlyn saw her in the pen at the zoo, he knew. He couldn’t be angry with her for having run away—but for her to risk proving to the world that lupus garous existed? That was irresponsible and unforgivable. At least that’s what he told himself, though his heart ached to hold her close again, only this time to claim her for his own.

Devlyn stalked toward the door of his hotel suite. “All right. Let’s break our little red wolf out of jail.” The notion that she was theirs, though, struck a chord. She wasn’t theirs. She belonged to Volan. Fire burned in Devlyn’s veins with the thought. Ever since Devlyn had rescued her near the river, the wildfire in hot pursuit of her, Volan had wanted her, too.

For years Devlyn had pinned her to the ground in their wolf states, avoiding her retaliatory bites, playing with her as young wolves frolicked. He still wanted to tackle her to the ground, to force her reaction, to have her pay attention to him. But the burning desire to have her for his mate drove away any notion of having another female.

He hurried his four younger male cousins out to the SUV with Argos at his side in the freezing drizzle. The black-haired, amber-eyed quadruplets, twenty-two years of age, all itched for a fight as they clenched their fists and steeled their square jaws.

Devlyn slammed his door. “If we wait much longer, she’ll have changed and be half frozen in this weather.” He’d rescue her again. He had to. Not for Volan, but for his own greedy desires. But what to do with her afterwards? He knew what he wanted to do with her. Make her his…forever…his mate for life.

But with Volan still living, how could Devlyn hope to take her for his own? That question had plagued him every minute of the day since he’d learned she still lived.


Backed into the confines of the wolf den, Bella spread her arms out, slowly, in her crouched position, to make herself appear larger. “Back off, Big Red.”

He continued to snarl. She took a step forward, and shivered, but it wasn’t the chill in the air that made her tremble. The notion that the zoo staff would catch her in the wolves’ den in human form forced concern to worm its way into every pore.

Big Red held his ground.

She took another step in his direction. Her eyes remained locked onto his. He didn’t back down.

Wrinkling her nose, she bared her not-very-scary human teeth. Anything to show him she wasn’t intimidated by his posturing.
After what seemed like an eternity of an old western gunfight showdown, he turned, and trotted out of the den. She took a deep breath, then quickly followed him out. The icy drizzle coated her skin. Hoping to make her escape easily, she crossed the pen to the keeper’s door.


Her stomach muscles tightened with irritation. Heading for the water trough, she thought to use it as a step in the moat. But it was filled to the brim with water, and she couldn’t budge it. Her frustration level mounted, but her body temperature dropped rapidly with the chilly wet breeze swirling about her.

What she wouldn’t have given for her wolf’s thick undercoat—the dense second coat of fur virtually water¬proof, a thermal insulator so effective even snow falling on her back wouldn’t melt.

She hurried to the edge of the moat and considered the height of the wall across from the pen. Big Red watched her from a corner of the pen, but never made a menacing move toward her. She’d probably confused the hell out of him. She smelled like a wolf in heat, the same one he wanted to mate, but she didn’t look like one in the least bit now. Poor fellow.

She sat on the edge of the concrete, the substance icy and rough on her bare bottom. After twisting around, she clung to the edge with frigid fingers, then dropped into the moat. It was about a six-and-a-half-foot drop and, with her five-four height, easy to make. But when she turned to consider the other side her heart filled with alarm.

Whether the wall rose eight feet or ten…didn’t matter. She didn’t see any way to climb the rough concrete without foot or hand holds. She turned back to the other side. Her heart fell. She wouldn’t be able to climb out that way, either.

The cold had already affected her mind, slowing her ability to think. The shock at turning into her human form earlier than she’d planned had compelled her to panic.

Great. Just great. The next morning, the zookeepers would find a half-frozen, naked woman in the moat. She jumped at the shorter side, but couldn’t reach the top edge.

After several tries, she did what went against every instinct for survival—she gave up and yelled for help.

About the Author:USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear has written over sixty paranormal and medieval Highland historical romances. In 2008, Heart of the Wolf was named a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry also creates award-winning teddy bears that have found homes all over the world and is raising two Havanese puppies. She lives in Spring, Texas.

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A Sign You Might Be a Shifter by Terry Spear – Giveaway

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Terry Spear, whose latest book Between a Wolf and a Hard Place, the seventh book in her Silver Town Wolf series, was recently released. Enter the Rafflecopter below to win one of 10 copies of Alpha Wolf Need Not Apply.


If you can smell scents that you shouldn’t be able to smell as a human.

In Silver Town, the secrets run deep…

Alpha werewolf Brett Silver has an ulterior motive when he donates a prized family heirloom to the Silver Town hotel. Ellie MacTire owns the place with her sisters, and he’s out to get her attention.

Ellie is even more special than Brett knows. She’s a wolf-shifter with a unique ability to commune with the dead. Ellie has been ostracized, so she protects herself and those she loves by revealing nothing—not even when strange and dangerous things begin to happen in Silver Town. And especially not to the devastatingly handsome and generous wolf who’s determined to win her over…

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When Brett and CJ arrived at the inn, they got out to help guide the piano movers. Laurel met CJ outside, giving him a big hug and kiss. Brett sighed. He’d love it if he and Ellie got to that point in their relationship—and soon. They’d both been busy lately, she with the inn and he with reporting about Victorian Day festivities. So he hadn’t seen her as much as he would have liked.

As soon as they went inside, he saw Ellie showing the movers where she thought the piano should go, while Meghan insisted it should be more to the right of the stairs.

Then Ellie caught his eye and smiled, and he felt his whole outlook brighten. She was the darkest-haired redhead of the bunch, her long, curly hair auburn in color, and to him, sexier and more mysterious. He wanted to ask her out tonight. He could cook, though he’d do better grilling outside.

She turned her attention to the piano again, frowning. And Meghan was frowning too.

Poor movers. Brett thought the two ladies would have the men relocate the piano all over the lobby before settling on the perfect place for it. Instead, Ellie suddenly looked pale and said it was fine where it was. Meghan quickly nodded, looking just as ashen.

CJ and Eric readjusted the burgundy, brocade-covered bench in front of the piano, which made Brett remember he needed to box up all the sheet music and books and bring them over. He’d taken them out of the bench when he had its seat cushion reupholstered last year, and they were still sitting in a box in the spare bedroom.

Brett paid the movers and they cleared out.

“Got to get back to work,” Eric said, giving Brett a knowing look. “Late shift working as a park ranger tonight.”

“Yeah, I’ve got to get back to the business of sheriffing.” CJ smiled at Ellie. “Can you drop me off at the station, Eric?”

“Sure thing,” their eldest brother said.

Sarandon was admiring the piano, arms folded across his chest, when he realized his brothers were leaving and snapped out of his thoughts. “Yeah, I’ve got to get back to work too.”

Brett knew Sarandon didn’t have a guide job in the park tonight, so he was glad Sarandon was vacating the premises pronto, taking his brothers’ cues. Now if only Ellie’s sisters would leave the two of them alone.

Laurel took Meghan’s arm and hauled her toward the back door. “Let’s go fix supper, why don’t we?”

“For two, three, or four of us?” Meghan asked with a smile in her voice as they disappeared outside.

Brett didn’t hesitate before he moved toward Ellie, placed his hands on her shoulders, and leaned her gently against the piano, blocking her from escape if she thought to put on the brakes again. “Would you be up for dinner for two? You don’t have any guests for the next week, unless something has changed.” He rubbed his thumbs against her shoulders, loving the feel of her, the sweet, fresh fragrance of her. She looked beautiful in her soft teal sweater, rust-and-teal-plaid skirt, and high-heeled boots, her dark-red hair in silky curls around her shoulders.

She was soft in his arms and appeared receptive when he leaned down to kiss her. It seemed like the perfect time. No one was around. The piano had been the perfect gift. Now it was time to kiss her like he’d wanted to since they’d first started dating. As soon as their mouths touched, she responded by wrapping her arms around his back, but then Eric felt her jump a little and pulled his mouth away, wondering if he was going too fast. If he’d done something wrong.

She quickly moved against him, pushing him away from the piano, her heartbeat racing, her breathing unsteady, the color that had infused her cheeks instantly draining from her skin.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as Ellie moved him even farther from the piano. He thought maybe she had gotten static-electric shock from touching it.

“Let’s go have dinner,” she said, her Irish accent more pronounced as it was whenever she was overly worried. The sisters had been born in the United States, but their parents had been born in Ireland, and they’d picked up their parents’ accent. He loved it. “Any place is fine.”

Yet she was visibly upset, and he wasn’t sure what the difficulty was.

“Thanks for the piano. It’s beautiful.” Ellie glanced back at it, but not in an admiring way. She was looking off to the right of it, a frown marring her temple , which he thought was odd.

“Why don’t I take you to the Silver Town Tavern? If you like steak, they have great cuts there. And we can catch up on what’s been going on.”

“I hear you’re working on some interesting stories.”

“Yeah. My favorite? The last time the Silver Town Inn was part of the Victorian Days celebration. The idea seemed appropriate since this will be the first time the inn is open for business during the festivities since then.”

“I can’t wait to read it.” Ellie glanced back at the vicinity of the piano one last time before she shut and locked the front door to the inn.

“We can help you move the piano again if you don’t think it’s in the right place,” Brett offered, getting the car door for her.

“Uh, no, I think it’s fine.” But she didn’t sound like she thought so.

He was afraid he’d pushed her too fast on the kiss, yet she’d seemed so willing. He didn’t know what he had done wrong, but he had every intention of proving how much being with her meant to him, no matter what the difficulty might be.


Ellie couldn’t believe that not only had Chrissy shown up, looking interested in the piano, but so had some other woman. She was older, with white hair and dark eyes, and had appeared when Brett leaned Ellie against the piano and gave her the beginning of a spine-tingling kiss. It was so reminiscent of the start of the dreams she was having about him that Ellie could have screamed when seeing the ghost shook her up and ruined the in-the-flesh fantasy with Brett.

About the Author: USA Today bestselling author TERRY SPEAR has written over 35 paranormal romances featuring werewolf and jaguar shapeshifters. In 2008, Heart of the Wolf was named a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry also creates award-winning teddy bears that have found homes all over the world. She lives in Spring, Texas.

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Discover Your Perfect SEAL Wolf Hero – Guest Blog and Giveway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by the publisher to celebrate the release of Terry Spear’s newest book, SEAL Wolf In Too Deep, which releases February 2. Enter the Rafflecopter at the end of the post for a chance to win a bundle of the complete SEAL Wolf series.

1_29 terry spear book coverLove spells danger for an alpha SEAL wolf and the woman who steals his heart in this steamy shifter romance from USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear

His love is dangerous

As a Navy SEAL and police diver, alpha wolf shifter Allan Rappaport knows how to handle tough situations, but the arrival of a human diving partner—especially one as attractive as Debbie Renaud—is a whole new challenge. Getting involved is dangerous, but Debbie’s offers are hard to resist. As the heat between them rises and a murder plot thickens, Allan is on the brink of exposing his biggest secret.

But she’s diving in headfirst

For Debbie, working with another top-notch diver like Allan is too good to be true, and their mutual attraction is hotter than she could have dreamed. Debbie suspects he’s hiding something, though, and she’s set on figuring it out—one off-duty rendezvous at a time. But when Debbie gets between a werewolf hunter and his intended victim, suddenly she is plunged straight into the heart of Allan’s world—a world she never knew existed.

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He pulled out a couple of mugs while she warmed up the cocoa. He chuckled and she turned to see what was funny and nearly had a heart attack.

He was holding one hot pink and white mug while reading it, the other sitting on the counter: Men should be like my curtains, easy to pull and well hung.

Her lips parted, she had to have turned cherry red, and she turned away quickly before she burned the cocoa. Now what? Explain that a friend had given them to her when her last boyfriend and she had parted company? Or just ignore the fact that they were drinking out of those cups while she was having hot cocoa with him and pretend she wasn’t embarrassed to the tip of her toes?

He brought the mugs over. “Anything else?”

“There’s a can of whipped cream in the fridge, if you want some.”

“Real cream,” he said, eyeing the can. “Looks good.” He gave it to her, and he lifted the mugs.

She shook up the can and pointed it at the right mug, pushed the nozzle, and the cream dripped and fizzled. Not to be thwarted, she shook it again, hoping that it wasn’t defective. And then the whipped cream swirled around with perfect ridges in a twirl on top with a cute little pointy peak. Perfect.

Then she turned to the other mug, shook the can again, and pushed the nozzle. It was working great until halfway through her little mountain of whipped cream twirling to perfection, when the nozzle malfunctioned again and spewed whipped cream everywhere.

In horror, she stopped what she was doing and stared at the white cream splattered all over Allan’s chest and a few that had dotted his boxer briefs. Her mouth agape, she glanced up at him.

His eyes sparkled with mirth and he laughed.

“Oh, oh, let me get something to wipe it up,” she said, belatedly, and set the can of whipped cream on the counter.

She grabbed some paper towels and wetted them, then rushed back to wipe the mess up. He was still holding onto both hot pink mugs of cocoa. She had every intention of taking one of the mugs and letting him clean himself, but he just moved his arms apart as if to say she made the mess, she could wash it up.

She thought she was going to die. Yes, he was totally hot. And yes, she’d fantasized about making love to him—since they were both unattached, and she truly liked him. But in her wildest dreams she would never have imagined making him cocoa in the middle of the night in her duplex while he stood in sexy silk briefs, not baggy, but nice and form fitting, and then she proceeded to splatter him with whipped cream. All over his tanned chest and those black briefs.

About the Author: USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear has written over fifty paranormal and medieval Highland historical romances. In 2008 Heart of the Wolf was named a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry also creates award-winning teddy bears that have found homes all over the world and is raising two Havanese puppies. She lives in Crawford, Texas.

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Jaguar Pride by Terry Spear – Spotlight and Giveaway

This post is part of a spotlight tour for Jaguar Pride, part of the Heart of the Jaguar series, by Terry Spear. Enter the Rafflecopter for a chance to win a copy of the first book in the series, Savage Hunter.

2_5 image001An impossible mission…

JAG Special Forces agents Huntley Anderson and Melissa Overton are hot on the trail of poachers when they’re suddenly saddled with two jaguar shifter cubs. They have to locate the parents, pronto—but who’s going to babysit in the meantime?

A lifetime of possibilities…

Huntley is a rough, tough jaguar shifter and an all-business agent, but he’s not going to let two abandoned youngsters come to any harm on his watch. Seeing her super-manly partner try to get the playful cubs under control stirs up some unexpected desires in Melissa, and she begins to feel like Huntley’s not the only one who’s in over his head…

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Once inside the park, Melissa and Huntley trekked for miles, not seeing much of anyone or anything, not with the way the rains were coming down in torrents in the steamy rainforest. They hadn’t found any sign of Jackson. Just a few hikers, hardier than most, who endured the rains and mud to see glimpses of wildlife here and there. When Melissa and Huntley finally set up camp for the night, she felt wet and miserable. And she couldn’t believe how Huntley looked like he could go on for several more hours when she was totally beat.

She should have regretted not sleeping more last night. But making love to him was what she’d needed. Not that she thought anything permanent was likely to come out of the relationship.

Just the same, she’d needed to feel sexy and wanted and loved. Huntley gave that to her and more. So when he’d wanted more, she just couldn’t say no, despite knowing that she needed a good seven hours of sleep to feel normal the next day.

She was thinking of Jackson and how he had slipped away from them the first time. She hoped they’d find him soon. Then gunshots fired off in the distance.

Her heart skipped a couple of beats.

“We don’t have time to take down the tent. Do we go as humans or jaguars?” Huntley quickly asked her.

She loved that about him—how he always included her in the decision making. “If they’re rangers or police, I want to go as humans. Even if they’re poachers, I think we’ll be safer if we look like we are ‘tourists.’ We can always shift when we get there if we need to.”

“Sounds good.”

At least they were armed with tranquilizer guns this time.

About the Author: USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear has written over fifty paranormal and medieval Highland historical romances. In 2008 Heart of the Wolf was named a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry also creates award-winning teddy bears that have found homes all over the world. She lives in Crawford, Texas.

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Halloween Blogfest: Terry Spear

Scotland—the Land of Green and Ghosts

By Terry Spear

I’ve had a few ghostly encounters—and the oddest thing is most of them have been auditory, not visual.

I never expect to see ghosts, or hear them. My first instinct is that there’s a normal explanation for the paranormal happening. As in—it’s NOT attributed to ghosts.

Until I can find no earthly explanation.

We visited seven castles in Scotland—all purported to be haunted. And why not? They’re centuries old and people died at these places—often suffering violent deaths.

In one, the castle had gardens that had a room where they found the remains of a young woman and when they buried her elsewhere, she haunted the place until they put her back under the hearth, but I saw nothing, felt nothing.

I didn’t expect to. I never do.

Highland cow detailWe were driving along a narrow road—western side of Scotland—no homes for miles, no people, nothing. A river, trees, rolling green hills, and we spied Highland cows. So we stopped to take pictures.

As soon as we headed across the grass to reach the fence, I heard Celtic music. It faded in, then abruptly cut off as I drew closer to the fence. I felt it was like one of the Highland romances I’d read where the woman kept hearing the ghostly piper playing. Only this was of more than just a piper’s playing, no singing, just instrumental. It was beautiful and made the place even more special, as if the Highlanders were having a celebration in the wilds of Scotland in a green, green glen. I was so disappointed that the music ended so abruptly as it did, wanting to feel the heavenliness of the music while I photographed the cow.

Beyond the pasture, a river flowed. It was truly idyllic. My friends had walked toward the gate, but the cows weren’t there, so when the two ladies headed in my direction, I asked them, “Didn’t you love the music?”

They both looked at me like I was a wee bit daft. No, neither of them had heard a thing.

I didn’t hear music playing anywhere else in Scotland—just that one isolated place for the span of a very brief time, and yet I’d longed to hear more of it. It was like a welcome home from a clan long forgotten.

Have you ever had any ghostly experiences?

I’m giving away one ebook copy of Highland Rake—a ghostly tale of romance in medieval Scotland.  Just leave a comment and you’re entered to win!

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Dougald MacNeill takes Lady Alana Cameron to his laird brother James’s Craigly Castle when he finds her roaming the heather on the MacNeill lands. But who has sent her there and why? Her uncle, laird of the Cameron clan, and warring with the MacNeill for years, has made a marriage arrangement with another clan and now that is even at stake.

Having witnessed her father’s death, and even believing he had returned her home when all along he had been dead, Alana discovers she has the gift, or curse, of seeing the newly departed and sometimes those who should have long ago passed over. Her own deceased brother continues to plague her, the rake, and now another, who is very much of the flesh, Dougald MacNeill, has her thinking marrying a rake might just have its benefits. Dougald’s sister, who is one fiesty ghost, has offered to help Alana keep Dougald in line if he thinks of even straying.

But who sent Alana on a fool’s errand in the first place to remove her from the Cameron’s lands and set her squarely in Dougald’s care, and who really killed her father and her brother, and what has it all to do with Alana? Will she and Dougald learn the truth before it is too late?






USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear has written over fifty paranormal romance novels and medieval Highland historical romances. In 2008 Heart of the Wolf was named a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry also creates award-winning teddy bears that have found homes all over the world. She lives in Crawford, Texas. For more information, please visit www.TerrySpear.com, follow her on Twitter, @TerrySpear, and like her on Facebook, https://www.facebook.com/terry.spear. Join Terry’s Shifters at: http://terryspear.wordpress.com/

Publishing, Then and Now (w/giveaway) by Terry Spear

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I have written over fifty books. And omigosh, have things changed!!! When I first started, I was writing children’s stories and typing on a typewriter! What a pain. Make a mistake, start over again. No copy and pasting like on Word programs today. I actually cut up pieces of paper and taped them where I wanted to move them. And then had to retype them all over again.

When I began to write full length novels, you can imagine the nightmare. Submissions were easier though. Because of no Internet, I had to research who was taking submissions in books that were a year old already, phone calls, ensuring that agents were still with a particular agency, and making sure I had their names spelled correctly. Everything had to be sent by snail mail, though at the time, publishers and agents were taking full submissions. That’s why I said it was easier.

Then the Internet happened. Talk about the difference between walking everywhere, to riding in a high-speed jet. But then that meant everyone could send in manuscripts much more quickly. Agents and editors began taking email queries, though many didn’t at first. Many still required submissions by snail mail, but some would allow a query, and maybe five pages of the manuscript. Sourcebooks was always good about taking full submissions when most publishers would not. They’ve also been great about reading unagented manuscripts also.

For writers, most of the time it was a Catch-22—can’t submit without an agent/it’s easier to sell a mss than it is to get an agent.

One of the first books I wrote was in response to a short story contest about the importance of the book store. This was WAY before the advent of ebooks. So I wrote this fun, futuristic shapeshifter story (my very first shapeshifter book, only she’s a black panther and her brother is a dragon, so pretty far out compared to my shifter worlds now) about a bookstore on a faraway planet. The more I wrote on it, the more fun I had and turned it into a novel. Recently, I looked it over, and I realized how far we had come. Ebooks didn’t even exist when I wrote that story! And maybe book stores will go the way of the dinosaurs.

I hope not. I now have an e-reader, compliments of my daughter and son-in-law who wanted to move me into the next century and bought it for me for Christmas, but I still love my paperback books, too.

I was with a couple of ebook publishers in the early days when no one had e-readers! So as you can imagine, sales were glum. And then e-readers came into fashion. Now everywhere I look, young and old have them. So that’s caused a revolution in reading.

Now, print sales often aren’t as high as ebook sales—totally the reverse of a few years ago. Who knows what’s to come?

But one thing will never change. Readers love a good story—and Highlanders are well-loved no matter the century—even when they’re rather wolfish.

And the great thing of it is, you can get them in paperback or ebook or both! And four whole books this year. When I was typing away on a typewriter with my white-out handy, no way would I have ever been able to write that many stories in a year.

I love Word, the Internet, and emails. Oh, and did I mention research?

Yeah, I used to visit the library, and still do on occasion. But there’s nothing similar to learning what the jungle is like at the touch of the keyboard and a few searches, or learning the difference between kitty cats and jaguar cats. And what a Highlander eats in Scotland, though I visited, but still, it’s easy to discover what the temperature is for a particular month, or when it rains more frequently, what haggis tastes like. Okay, I admit I could have tried it while I was there, call me a chicken. But I did try the blood pudding and I’ve decided it’s an acquired taste. Which was some of the reason I didn’t try haggis, too. Next time.

I just realized my characters are all still reading paperbacks. They are from the old world, after all. But in a future book, look for an ebook reading werewolf or big cat.

So what do you think? Should a wolf or a jaguar shifter have the first ereader?

Thanks for having me here today!



5_2 AHighlandWerewolfWedding CoverOn The Run…

After werewolves Elaine Hawthorn and Cearnach MacNeill almost have a head-on collision on a foggy Highland road, they’re pretty well stuck with each other. It’ll be hours before anyone can get there to pull his car out of the ditch and they both have better places to be.

And Nowhere to Hide From Each Other…

The sexy little American brings out all of Cearnach’s big bag protective instincts. If she thought she was in trouble before, Elaine has no idea what kind of complications a hot Scot can cause…

Delightful, steamy, and devilishly funny, join the hundreds of thousands of readers who already discovered that USA Today bestseller Terry Spear delivers a sizzle worth howling about.


Praise for A Highland Werewolf Wedding:

“The two protagonists are well matched in intelligence, and their snappy dialogue will have readers chuckling from the first chapter on.” —Booklist

“The hills of Scotland make a dramatic backdrop for this novel, and the characters are pleasing and well written.” —RT Book Reviews

“A Highland Werewolf Wedding is another shining example of exactly why Terry Spear is the Queen of the shifter romance.”—Night Owl Reviews, 5 Stars, Reviewer Top Pick

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USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear has written over two dozen paranormal romance novels and medieval Highland historical romances. She has received incredible praise for her romances, including Heart of the Wolf named a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry also creates award-winning teddy bears that have found homes all over the world. She lives in Crawford, Texas, where she is working on her next paranormal romances! For more information, please visit www.TerrySpear.com.


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Halloween Blogfest: Terry Spear

Where the Horses Run Wild, a True Ghostly Tale by Terry Spear

When I was young, I devoured every ghost story I could, but I’d never come across any real ones. They were strictly fantasy. After the story I tell here, I’ve had a couple of more experiences, but today, I wanted to share my first!

Have you ever encountered a ghost in your wanderings? I have…but the first one wasn’t the usual human type spirit.

On a frigid night, I was sleeping with my Army ROTC cadets from West Texas A & M on the rocky ground in Palo Duro Canyon. But not really sleeping.

The lumpy, rocky ground, the cold, the sounds in the night, the breeze stirring over the cliffs, the thought that rattlesnakes, or tarantulas, or scorpions seeking heat would find their way into my sleeping bag—all kept me awake. I stared at the sky that stretched forever. The Texas sky does, you know. In other places, mountains and trees and buildings might break up the sky, but not out there. Not in the vast wilderness that was the Panhandle of Texas.

The stars sparkled across the dark sky like jewels twinkling in the night. And I was frustrated with myself for not being able to sleep, knowing we had to run up and down the hills in the morning to search for clues on an orienteering course.

Sometime during that night, I finally drifted off, but then heard the sound of horses running, stampeding in our direction. They snorted and whinnied and the sound was frightening.

I recalled deer running through our friends’ tent when we camped off an island in our boat in a lake in California when I was a kid. They don’t go around, I thought. The horses will run straight through us and trample us to death. I tried to wake my sister who was sleeping in a bag next to me. She grumbled at me to leave her alone, and I watched the others in the dark. No one heard the noise but me.

I lay back down, hoping that the horses would skirt around us. I realized the pounding of hooves didn’t shake the ground like it should have. Maybe they were too far away. And then, they moved off in the distance, fading until they were gone. I lay awake for a long time, unable to get over how close we could have been to being trampled, fearing their return. That they’d switch back and come this way again.

Finally, I was able to sleep and before I knew it, we were sitting at a campfire, cold, achy, eating breakfast. I asked about the wild horses. Our cadre said there could be. Sure. But no one had heard anything last night.

Years later, I wanted to write about the wild horses for a magazine, only when I began to research them, I learned others had heard the ghost ponies in the dead of the night. I sat slack-jawed reading the accounts. Ghost ponies? For years, I had believed they were real. The sound of their running, snorts, whinnies were real. It happened.

But they were whispers of the past–of soldiers running Indian ponies off the cliffs in an attempt to keep the gathered tribes from fighting back. Without their horses, the tribes could no longer be mobile. They could no longer mount any campaigns.

The horses were terrified and were driven to their deaths. And now, they live in the canyon forever, a memory of past deeds, a remembrance of their past life.

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About the Author

USA Today bestselling and an award-winning author of urban fantasy and medieval romantic suspense, Terry Spear also writes true stories for adult and young adult audiences. She’s a retired lieutenant colonel in the U.S. Army Reserves and has an MBA from Monmouth University. She also creates award-winning teddy bears, Wilde and Woolly Bears, that are personalized that have found homes all over the world. When she’s not writing or making bears, she’s teaching online writing courses or gardening. Her family has roots in the Highlands of Scotland where her love of all things Scottish came into being. Originally from California, she’s lived in eight states and now resides in the heart of Texas. She is the author of the Heart of the Wolf series and the Heart of the Jaguar series, plus numerous other paranormal romance and historical romance novels.

For more information, please visit www.terryspear.com, or follow her on Twitter, @TerrySpear. She is also on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/terry.spear and blog: http://terry-spear.blogspot.com


I LOVE Writing Paranormal Romance
Terry Spear


There’s something superhuman sexy about an alpha male who’s all wolf, or vampire, or has some other unusual ability that is other than normal, which is PARA normal. Anyone can meet the average Joe and be satisfied, but when he’s got some other talents, ooh la la!

Life can be just plain boring, don’t you agree? Work, school, life in general. Same old routine. But what if one day you were hiking through the lush green woods, the summer’s breeze tugging at your hair, the sound of water trickling over moss-covered stones in a creek somewhere nearby and found yourself eye to eye with a wolf? And he shifted and now you’re gazing at a hot and hunky naked guy?

Oh, sure, you might be terrified out of your skin, but wouldn’t you see him differently than if he just was a wolf…or a naked human, not a shifter?

The combination is intriguing, don’t you think? Either would liven up a hike in the woods. But the combination gives you much more pause, doesn’t it?

That the notion an urban fantasy legend could be real? That he might even be interested in…you?

Think of it this way. A wolf takes a mate for life. The man doesn’t, not necessarily. If he’s one of the good guys and you’re lucky, yes. But if not… But here comes a man who’s all wolf, and if you’re the one for him, it’s forever and ever! Can’t beat that!

Okay, so you’re not yet convinced? If you saw a wolf staring you down on a trek through the woods, that might be scary. They don’t often attack humans though. Wild cats are much more to do so. Yet still, the wolf’s a predator and doesn’t think like a human does—eat human, get in trouble with more humans. So coming across the path of a wolf on a hike could scare a few years off your life.

If a naked man crosses your path, you would probably figure he’s got serious issues. Unstable, really scary. He might not think like a normal man either. Not in a paranormal sense, but more of a dangerous sense—kill human, won’t get caught. But then we’re back to the shifter. He’s got the instincts of the wolf, but the thought processes of a man, and what you have to be wondering in this whole hiking-in-the-woods-and-stumble-across-a-wolf-shifter scenario is why he shifted in front of you.

You see, werewolves don’t reveal themselves to just anybody. If they did, they’d be found out and that wouldn’t be good for their kind. Which means he either has to kill you or turn you.

No werewolf in his right mind would purposefully shift in front of a female hiker unless…he’s intrigued. Now, this can be a good thing. If you’re intrigued back. If not…well, it’s time to be part of the PARA normal community, and get used to it. Because with a shifter mate, you get a pack, family, loyalty, protectiveness, and a really hot guy, of the paranormal variety. No more walks in the woods alone. You’ve got a mate for company. And he’s sticking with you for the very long run.

So what’s wrong with that?

And when the shifter looks like Finn Emerson and he’s a SEAL on top of that, well what could be more delicious than that?

I’m all ready to go hiking. What about you???

I LOVE writing paranormal romance.

Terry Spear


Her instincts tell her he’s dangerous…

While her overprotective brother’s away, Meara Greymere’s planning to play—and it wouldn’t hurt to find herself a mate in the process. The last thing she needs is one of his SEAL buddies spoiling her fun, even if the guy is the hottest one she’s ever seen…

His powers of persuasion are impossible to resist…

Finn Emerson is a battle-hardened Navy SEAL and alpha wolf. He’s a little overqualified for baby-sitting, but feisty Meara is attracting trouble like a magnet…

As the only responsible alpha male in the vicinity, Finn is going to have to protect this intriguing woman from a horde of questionable men, and definitely from himself…

Experience the sensual, action-packed, critically acclaimed world of Terry Spear, author of a Publisher’s Weekly Best Book of the Year…

About the Author:

Terry Spear has written a dozen paranormal romance novels and two medieval Highland historical romances. An award-winning author, Terry’s Heart of the Wolf was named a Publishers Weekly’s Best Book of the Year in 2008. A retired lieutenant colonel in the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry Spear is a librarian by day and spends every spare moment writing paranormal romance as well as historical and true life stories for both teen and adult audiences. Spear lives in Crawford, Texas, where she is working on new paranormal romances! For more information, please visit www.TerrySpear.com.

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The First Call Did Not Result in Publication

The first time I got THE CALL, I was ecstatic. I had sold two young adult books. Received a partial advance. In a year, my first book would be on the market. Two years later, the company closed its YA line and with it, all of the authors’ books that were scheduled to be published were canceled, including the first of my YA books that should have been released the year earlier.

When I got Deb Werksman’s call from Sourcebooks, first, I had been getting a ton of telemarketing calls, so I asked if she was trying to sell me something. No, she said. She said something to the effect that she might even be interested in buying something from me. I make award-winning teddy bears, sell them all over the world, so I’m thinking is this a bear order? But then she reintroduced herself, and when she said she was an editor for Sourcebooks, it finally sunk in that this was a call about Heart of the Wolf!

Of course I’m excited, but then there’s the caveat. She loves the book, the world I’ve created, but is it original? I felt like I was taking a psychology test. If I said it was too original, would she think it wouldn’t sell? If I said it fit in with the rest of the werewolf stories out there, would she think it was not different enough?

When I had first written Heart of the Wolf, I hadn’t read anyone else’s werewolf stories. I had seen a couple of werewolf horror movies. And I had read Jack London’s Call of the Wild and White Fang, which subconsciously had given me the idea of the werewolves being as real as wolves behaved, only they would still have their human thought processes as well. It also made me view them as not all bad, or good, just like with humans.

Later, I had read some other werewolf tales when judging published author contests and found that my book was truly different. Some were historical. Most of the contemporary ones had vampires and gargoyles, and so many other creatures in the story I couldn’t begin to list them all. Most also had beastly-like wolves, not based on real ones when the werewolf shifted. They were strictly fantasy. Unlike mine. 🙂

I have to share what happened here when I was working at my library. A volunteer was asking me if my werewolf books were shelved under fiction or nonfiction. You see, the wolves are so real, who knows if the one who opened the door for you at the mall was one or just a plain old human?

So yes, they’re original, and that’s what I told Deb, and why. But it still wasn’t THE CALL. I had to wait for her to finish reading the book. If she didn’t like the ending, that was it. But if she liked it, she’d present it to the marketing board. And then they’d have to decide.

She did love the ending. She did present Heart of the Wolf to the board. They did buy it. And I’m now celebrating the 8th book in the series’ release, Dreaming of the Wolf. In 2008, Publisher Weekly named Heart of the Wolf one of its Best Books of the Year, and only 5 mass market romance books picked that year! Thanks to Deb for making that call!

I’m now writing the 11th book in the werewolf series for Sourcebooks and starting on the 2nd book in the new jaguar shifter series. I still get THE CALL from Deb, only now I know she’s not a telemarketer! And sometimes the calls are about editing changes, which means the book is well on its way to being a new release, too! Terry Spear “Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy IS reality.”



A fierce hunter…

Alicia Greiston is a no-nonsense bounty hunter determined to bring a ring of mobsters to justice. Her dogged pursuit of the crime family has forced her to avoid relationships—any man would only become a target for retribution. Luckily, Jake Silver is more than a man, and his instincts are telling him to stop at nothing to protect her.

An animal passion…

However, the mob isn’t entirely human either, and soon Alicia must flee for her life. When Alicia and Jake’s passion begins to spill over into their dreams, Jake learns he will have to do more than defend her—he’ll have to show his mate the way of the wolf.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:Award-winning author Terry Spear has written a dozen paranormal romance novels, with over 60,000 copies sold. She received Publishers Weekly’s Best Book of the Year in 2008 for Heart of the Wolf. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry is a librarian by day. She lives in Crawford, Texas. For more information, please visit http://www.terryspear.com/.

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