Release Blitz: Blackbird Anthology by Dahlia Donovan

- October 03, 2015

When a group of lonely shifters came together during their service with the Royal marines, they

never imagined the strong pack that would develop between them. Channeling their special

operative training, they built a security firm with two alpha wolves at the head of a motley crew

of shifters not known for playing well-together.

They’ve lived their lives as outcasts from their own individual species of shifters choosing to

form a family with each other instead. Until Now. Follow the Blackbird pack as they fall

victim to love one by one.

Can they guard their own hearts?

The Blackbird Anthology is the complete Blackbird series story containing: Ivy, Natasha,

Masquerade, Twelve Days and Under Fire. It also contains the Lorcan which will also be

available as a free read for subscribers to Dahlia's newsletter.

Buy Link:

Find the Blackbird Anthology exclusively on sale Amazon: http://dld.bz/dTChs for $2.99.

‘No!’

Shooting off the bed with a shuddering gasp, Ronan ran a shaking hand across his sweaty brow. He glanced to his left to find Lorcan still soundly sleeping—thankfully. Ruddy nightmares. After all these years, it seemed the horrors of the last incident in

Afghanistan might never completely fade away.

He reached down to rub the scarred tissue at the end of what remained of his leg. Lorcan

grumbled incoherently at the jostling and rolled over on his side. The hare shifter would be

angry in the morning if he discovered his mate had suffered in the night without waking him.

Too bleeding bad.

Nothing angered Ronan more than being treated like he was broken. The damn blast had

done nothing more than temporarily steal his ability to function. With his state-of-the-art prosthetic, he’d believed himself to be as close to what he’d been in the past as ever.

Everyone else in his life didn’t seem as convinced, Lorcan being the rare exception.

“Leg bothering you?” Lorcan leaned up on his elbow with a mixture of weariness and concern

mingling in his eyes. “Another nightmare?”

They both suffered them after the living hell Afghanistan had been. The dreams had lessened

over the years. Ronan wondered if they’d ever completely rid themselves of the lingering memories.

Lorcan’s warm hand moved over to cover Ronan’s. Twisting around on the bed, Ronan

leaned over his shifter until their lips met. He’d always found his mate’s lips to be remarkably

full and soft, given nothing else about the man could even be considered soft.

Lorcan traced Ronan’s bottom lip with his tongue and reached up to catch him by the back of the neck to hold him close. “I’m on top this time.”

“No, you’re not.” Ronan’s brogue tended to deepen and roll seductively when he was half-asleep and in the mood. He blocked Lorcan’s attempt to roll them over and caught the shifter’s

arms in strong, calloused hands. “Easy there, fuzzy britches, you’re not going anywhere,

got that straight?”