***RELEASE DAY BLITZ*** "Four Days" Dannika Dark

Four Days
(Seven Series, Book #4)

By Dannika Dark

Ivy believes every life must have balance, and during the past year, she’s found harmony living with the Weston pack. When an evil spirit from her past threatens her wolf, it sets off a chain reaction of events that alters the course of her destiny.

Lorenzo Church is a powerful, wealthy Packmaster who rules his pack through intimidation and order. He has vowed to never love a woman because love can destroy an empire. But chaos is fast approaching in the form of a Shifter named Ivy—a Native American, like him, who has invaded his dreams since the moment they met. She is spirited, wise, and unattainable.

In an unexpected turn of events, Ivy must choose whether or not to let go of the one person she has always loved. Lorenzo discovers the root of her courage but will never win her as his mate unless he learns to listen to his heart.

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reached out and stroked my cheek. “When we first met, you were but a flowering
vine swinging from the tree I found you in, trying to cling to anyone who would
hold you.”
I brushed
his hand away and drew back. “You are no better than my father, comparing me to
a poisonous vine. I am not the desperate woman you make me out to be, and I
have no need to cling to anyone but those who love me. I will not hold on to a
great oak, because as magnificent as it may be, it will never hold me back. My
family holds me with their kind words and love, and that is all a Shifter can
ask for. What is it you want, Lorenzo? To question the integrity of my
Packmaster? We’re better off within the city. There are places to take refuge,
those who might help us, and…”

Through my
powerful speech, Lorenzo cracked a smile. It was slight at first, but it became
wide and he flashed his teeth at me.

I had
begun to turn away when Lorenzo captured my wrist and tugged me against him.
His arm slid around my lower back in a claiming gesture. He cupped the nape of
my neck with his other hand, and before I could protest, Lorenzo rubbed noses
with me.

In the
middle of a crowded club.

“Such a
spirited wolf you have,” he growled.

 “What do you want of me?”

He drew in
a breath, as if taking in my scent. “Don’t you want to be my friend?”

“A man
like you doesn’t make friends—he makes enemies.”

kissed me hard, his tongue slipping so deep that my legs quivered. Then he drew
back and rubbed noses again. “I can do friendship. Sunday night. Checkers. My
place.” He pressed his lips to my ear and seduced me with whispers. “I can’t
get you out of my head. These men leer at you in a way that makes me want to
lose control. You need protection.”

“My pack
protects me,” I said, forgetting the crowd around us as we held each other

“Will they
protect you with their bodies as I will with mine?”

I tried to
create distance between us. “Actions speak louder than words, and nothing but
honey drips from your mouth.”

chuckled darkly. “Your sharp tongue and wise words make my wolf sing.”

The Seven Series

About the Author

This is the segment where you learn a little more about who I am, so here's what I can tell you:  I drink copious amounts of vitamin water placed precariously close to my laptop while writing. These are two healthy habits I have no intention of breaking. I'm a transplant living in the south, but I was born in the 70's to a military dad who moved us around the world.

When I'm not writing (which is all the time), I'm hunting down Indie music, watching movies, reading, eating Tex-Mex, discovering new ways to humiliate myself bowling, and burning up my laptop battery on the Internet. I have a relaxed, easy-going personality and don't like drama. I live with a cat who thinks she is a dog, or a goat (she eats plastic, so I'm not sure which).

Throughout my life, I've had insomnia. Counting sheep never worked and eventually I would imagine those sheep were the sole source of food after an apocalyptic battle where only thousands survived. I made up stories in a futile attempt to bore myself to sleep. The problem was, I got so wrapped up in my "head stories" that I would continue them through the following nights, changing it up each time to make it more exciting. Eventually, I started writing my ideas down - creating short stories, and then I discovered my love for poetry.

It's almost embarrassing how many spiral notebooks and stacks of paper I have of poetry and lyrics.

Another passion: digital art. I design all my book covers, marketing, and series art. I'm a very visual person and pursued photography as an avid hobby for many years.

I am not a YA author (I feel like I have to state this only because I've had a few people ask), but I think it's wonderful there are so many books available to teens in Urban Fantasy and Paranormal.

I am finally doing what I have always wanted to do: giving my characters a pulse through writing full time. I focus on adult urban fantasy romance, but I don't like labels and I enjoy blending genres to break out of the confines of predictability.

But it's what I love to do.


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