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Friday, May 24, 2013

Book Spotlight: FORGIVENESS by. Carrie Ann Ryan


Redwood Pack Novella #4.7

by Carrie Ann Ryan

Release Day: May 21, 2013


Adam Jamenson's courtship of his mate wasn't the most conventional. In fact, it didn't exist. Though he knows Bay loves him with every ounce of her soul, he needs to prove to her that he's worth it. Not only for her, but for himself. While they move on and learn to be the Enforcer mated pair, Bay will find herself on a path that leads her to a history beyond just her and Adam's mating. When she finds a locket rich in history and memories, she'll do all in her power to see those involved found and remembered. With Adam by her side, they'll both find the true meaning of forgiveness.

Author’s Note: This is a novella set between books 4 and 5 to give you a taste of Bay and Adam It is best that you have already immersed yourselves in the Redwood Pack world, however even new readers will enjoy a glimpse of one of the Redwood’s favorite couples.

Chapter 1
She moved with grace, agility, and just that bit of sex appeal that had Adam Jamenson wishing they were alone, naked, sweaty, and doing every dirty thing that came to his mind. If one of the pups around his mate looked at her the way he was, Adam would have to beat the ever-loving crap out of him.
Bay Milton—no, Jamenson now, and, boy, did he like the sound of that—planted her feet in the cool grass and fisted her hands at her hips. Her wild, scarlet-red hair blew in the wind in a disarray of curls that reminded Adam of how she looked when she rode him long through the night, her hair bouncing along with those full breasts of hers.
He groaned and shifted his stance, careful not to wake a sleeping, snuggling Micah, who slept strapped into the harness on Adam’s chest. Adam knew he must have looked like a completely different person from before, what with his son in a baby harness, the cane he hated using by his side, and his position on the sidelines, rather than in the thick of it.
Things had changed.
He had changed.
At least, he knew he had. He wasn’t sure the rest of the Pack knew it yet. They still acted cautious around him, afraid to speak to him harshly or contradict him. That would change with time. He just had to show them that he had, in fact, changed.
“Okay, you guys, you’re here because you’re ready to find your positions in the Pack, but you don’t know how to efficiently control your wolf —yet.” Bay strode in front of the line of teens who had long since passed the age of their first change but still lacked the control and discipline needed to be an enforcer in the Redwood Pack.
Not the Enforcer. No, that was Adam’s job.
One-legged and all.
His mate and love of his life, Bay, had turned out to be one fine Enforcer’s mate, doing almost everything he had as the Enforcer, and because of their bond, she felt the same threats to the Pack that he did—just to a lesser extent.
It was as if the goddess knew the Redwoods—and Adam—needed another to step in when Adam was healing.
After all, having one’s leg ripped off by a demon wasn’t the easiest thing to get over.
If one ever did.
Nevertheless he would heal—he had to.
In fact, he’d already begun to because seeing his mate and child in the hands of the demon, Caym, had stolen any ounce of stubbornness and pride from him. He’d crawled, broken and bleeding, to the depths of any despair he’d thought he’d had and failed.
It had been Bay, his half-demon mate, who’d saved them all.
He watched her move gracefully again, this time showing the young wolves how to roll to duck a punch. Adam held back a groan as she stood up and wiggled her very sweet ass in snug yoga pants.
He didn’t miss the quick glances of some of the older teens either.
Just for fun—and because, hell, he was the Enforcer—he let out a growl, marking what was his.
The young men froze, ducked their heads, and bared their throats. Maybe if he hadn’t been sore as hell from standing on his new prosthetic leg for so long, he would have shown those boys exactly whom they were messing with, but he wasn’t in the mood.
Plus, he had Micah attached to his chest, and that little one was more important than a pissing contest.
“Adam Jamenson,” Bay scolded as she fisted her hands on her hips.
Adam smiled and watched her green eyes narrow and glow gold in annoyance. She was a feisty redhead—but his feisty redhead.
“What’s wrong, darling?” he said causally, a grin threatening to break out over his face—something that was sure to scare the pups.
He heard a snicker or two from some of the pups who hadn’t been watching his mate’s ass, but they shut up quickly at her glare.
Then his mate rolled her eyes and tossed her hair behind her shoulders. “I swear boys never grow up, no matter how hard they try.”
The girls in the group laughed at that, and Bay joined them.
Adam cleared his throat but didn’t tug Bay close like he’d like to. He had to show that they were strong on their own as well as together while they were training. “That’s a bit sexist, don’t you think?” he teased.
Bay narrowed her eyes a bit more then winked. “Don’t get me started on sexism in a werewolf Pack, oh mate of mine. I’ll let you off the hook because you happen to be holding the cutest baby in the world.”
Micah woke up at his mother’s words and gurgled his appreciation. Adam lifted Micah a bit, patted his little diapered butt, and watched as Bay’s face brightened. He knew his mate loved their child more than anything in the world, and he didn’t fault her for it. No, he loved Micah just as much.
He hadn’t always shown it.
He swallowed hard but didn’t show any other expression at the memory. God, he’d been such an ass.
A fucking ass.
He’d walked away from his mate when she needed him the most because he’d had to say goodbye to Anna, his first mate who’d died so many years before. He’d walked away emotionally from Bay long before that.
Fuck, he needed to kick his own ass more than Caym had.
Adam was still surprised Bay had even stayed with him. Frankly, he wouldn’t have blamed her for picking up Micah and walking away from him without a glance back.
Luckily for him, she’d stayed for Micah and the Pack.
He wasn’t sure she’d stayed for him though—not that he deserved it.
He still needed to prove he’d changed. Prove he was worthy of her.
Though he didn’t deserve it, he needed her forgiveness.


Carrie Ann Ryan is a bestselling paranormal and contemporary romance author. After spending too much time behind a lab bench, she decided to dive into the romance world and find her werewolf mate - even if it’s just in her books. Happy endings are always near - even if you have to get over the challenges of falling in love first.
Carrie Ann’s Redwood Pack series is a bestselling series that has made the shifter world even more real to her and has allowed the Dante’s Circle and Holiday, Montana series to be born. She's also an avid reader and lover of romance and fiction novels. She loves meeting new authors and new worlds. Any recommendations you have are appreciated. Carrie Ann lives in New England with her husband and two kittens.
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