RELEASE TOUR: Whisper Woods by Ali Woods (Excerpt)

RELEASE TOUR – Whisper Woods by Ali Woods

All we have are stolen moments, kept in secret. Until the threads of fate pull us together, and nothing will be the same again.

Length: 385 pages

Series: Legends of the Whisper Woods book three

Prior Reading: recommended, but not essential

Genre: fantasy

Tropes: Fated mates, Found family, Strangers-to-lovers, Wolf Shifter x Dragonkin, Secret stolen moments, Neurodiversity rep, in the Woods

Trigger/Content Warnings: Homophobia, Religious/ political extremism in a fantasy setting, Violence (on page, involving MCs), Kidnapping, Depiction of anxiety, depression and neurodivergency, Complicated family and pack dynamics, Racism in a fantasy setting, Non human genitalia (cock pocket & knots)

BLURB:

For seven hundred years the city of Tathys has remained hidden from the world. But now the ancient magic is failing, and it is up to Rafe Miyares to find out why. All roads lead back to wolf shifter Seff Harroway—the man who’s haunted him like a dream for the last five years.

For five years they’ve met in the Whisper Woods. Destined to find each other again and again—but only for a single night. Secret moments in time, stolen from reality. Until worlds collide and the Gods decree nothing will be the same again.

I can’t believe it when his hand reaches out, reaches up, to cup my cheek. Strong fingers stroke the dusting of stubble there, soothing, questioning. And all of a sudden I’m back under that spell again.

When his hand moves to cup the back of my neck to pull me closer, there is no resistance in me. I am helpless for him, my feet taking the last steps until I’m close enough that I can feel the roughness of the cloth of his shirt against my skin. 

Those long fingers of his thread their way through my hair, tangling themselves the way I’d fantasised doing to him only moments ago. He searches my face, looking for something. Permission? I don’t trust myself to open my mouth to give it to him. Instead, I lick my lips, a shuddering, shaky breath escaping me as I try to lurch closer.

His hand is tight in my hair, though, stopping me from moving far. He’s stronger than he appears, and the knowledge sends another white-hot flare of lust straight to my balls. 

As if he can sense his victory over me, a smile creeps over his face. Confident, like a hunter who’s successfully snared their prey.

I should probably be worried. An unknown being appearing out of the shadows in the middle of the Woods like a dream should only spell danger. But when he finally drags my face down to his, all I can think about is what that closely cropped beard will feel like against me. If he tastes as good as he smells.

Wolf howls in satisfaction at the first gentle pressure of his lips. They move against mine, tasting, testing, until I whimper a desperate whining sound that would have been embarrassing if it didn’t seem to snap the last threads of his control. 

His mouth opens and I sweep my tongue inside, the kiss turning messy with need. My hands, no longer trapped at my side in an attempt at self restraint, cup the back of his head, to keep him in place. His other hand reaches around to grab a handful of my ass cheek, giving it an almost painful squeeze, then kneading the mound in harsh circles, and a whimper catches in my throat.

Using his grip on my ass, he tugs me closer, until we are pressed together, my naked body surrounding him. He feels incredible as I grind into him. Fitting perfectly in my arms so I don’t have to bend awkwardly, and while he’s leaner than me, he feels powerful. Strong. 

We kiss until the need to breathe overtakes us and release each other only to bite and kiss and lick along each other’s jaws and necks. It’s a fight of dominance, whose lips manage to make contact with skin. My hands, no longer tied in those long, dark locks, instead knead and palm every inch I can reach, pulling him closer as if I could somehow drag him into my very being and consume him.

Or be consumed by him.

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about the author:

Growing up, Ali Woods’ family always assumed she would end up working with books.

Writing sweet but kind of smutty romances probably wasn’t what they had in mind, however.

When not writing sweet but kind of smutty stories, she can often be found reading them and avoiding the general responsibilities of having a husband, a dog and children. Alternatively, she can usually be found collecting new hobbies she doesn’t have time for or at least, looking for them on the internet.

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