Sunday Spotlight - M.M. Wilde (Morticia Knight) and A Hatchling for Valentine's

Welcome Morticia Knight back to Sunday Spotlight! I'm super excited about this story and can't wait to read it myself. She's sharing a bit about her new release writing as M.M. Wilde -- A Hatching for Valentine's...

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What surprises await Vic and Kellan when their egg finally hatches?

Kellan’s new life in the magical town of Vale Valley is filled with more love and joy than he’d ever dared dream of. Even more thrilling is the new life growing inside the egg he and his Alpha wolf mate watch over night and day. When their hatchling still fails to appear after several weeks, Kellan fights his growing fears about the uncertainty of a swan mating with a wolf.

All Vic wants is to keep his beautiful swan omega and their egg safe. He’d despaired of ever finding the one who was meant for him, and he’ll do everything within his power to protect his true love and their baby. Vic might still be bewildered by nesting and swan cuisine, but whatever his omega wants, Vic makes sure he gets.

As Valentine’s Day draws near, Vic’s plan to do something special for their first celebration of the holiday doesn’t seem possible. The egg isn’t showing any signs of hatching and no one—not even the avian fertility specialist—knows why. Then, the last person they want to see makes an unexpected appearance.

Vic is about to discover how tough his sweet little swan truly is…

Note: A Hatchling for Valentine’s is the 8th book in Season Two of the multi-author series about Vale Valley, a small magical town open to everyone in need of love and a home. Each installment in the series can be read as a standalone, however, Kellan and Vic’s story is a continuation from Season One’s A Swan for Christmas. This mpreg romance novella features a swan and wolf who are fated mates and are anxiously awaiting the birth of their first tiny hatchling. So grab a box of chocolates, a glass of champagne and put your feet up and enjoy a sweet dose of smexy mpreg.

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Excerpt

Kellan checked the ingredients for the elderberry cobbler he was making for Vic. The confection would go along with the brisket he already had in the oven and the green bean casserole that Skip, the restaurant’s chef, had shown him how to make. He wasn’t so sure about the goopy mushroom soup that came from a can, but Skip swore by it. Vic had eaten a pile of it at Thanksgiving. Kellan hadn’t felt as adventurous, so he’d downed two large bowls of cranberry sauce instead.

After setting everything he needed for the dessert to one side, he double-checked the temperature in the cabin.

Ninety degrees. Perfect.

Despite wanting to spend every waking minute on his nest, it wasn’t necessary—especially now that the soft patches allowing for growth were almost all hardened. He and Vic would have six hours to be together, as long as the cabin remained hot and the egg was covered with blankets. One important thing he hadlearned from Jonas, the swan shifter Dr. Arthur had put him in touch with, was that nesting wasn’t only about keeping the egg warm—it was about bonding with their unborn child. 

Kellan smiled to himself. He could tell it had made a difference in Vic. He’d never let on, but he would peek at Vic and their egg when his mate would take over the nesting duties, would watch him with their egg. Kellan still needed to learn more about Alpha wolves and what their behavior was like toward their young, but Vic was so sweet and loving with the egg, talking to their unborn child through the shell when he thought he was alone. If he’d thought his heart was full of love for his mate before, the sight of him with their hatchling-to-be had cemented his feelings.

The door swung wide and a cold blast of air followed Vic inside. He shook snowflakes out of his hair and beard, stamping his boots on the mat in the entryway to get rid of the powdery residue that still clung to his footwear. Kellan rushed over to greet him.

“Oh no, did the snow cut your run short?” 

The storm hadn’t been expected until much later. Kellan took Vic’s jacket from him to hang on the coat rack while Vic bent down to unlace his boots. He straightened, then toed them off, holding an arm out in invitation to Kellan.

“Nah. Skip had a date with a bear shifter and I wanted to get home to you.” He gave Kellan a kiss on the head as he embraced him. “And a little snow won’t stop wolves from running, trust me. It’s when it turns into a blizzard that it gets a bit dicey.” He gave Kellan a squeeze. “The night I found you lost in the woods I hadn’t planned to stay out very long. I knew it was gonna be a doozy.” Vic angled back to frame Kellan’s face with his palms. “I’m so grateful I didn’t change my mind about going out that night.”

Vic descended on Kellan’s lips, moving his mouth over them in a soft affirmation of his words. Kellan was grateful too. He would’ve been a goner if Vic hadn’t found him when he had.

More confirmation that fate was on our side.

Vic released him then stuck his nose in the air, sniffing. “That smells amazing.” He regarded Kellan. “Red meat. Did you need me to get you any fish? Or…” He pursed his lips in what seemed to be an unsuccessful attempt at hiding his disgust. “A frog… or other pond creature? I didn’t see any in the fridge.”

Kellan giggled at Vic’s expression. “No, I’m fine for tonight. I’m having yams and green beans. Plus, I’m making an elderberry cobbler for dessert, so I’ll have lots of that.” He’d set aside some extra beans for himself so he could eat them sans goop.

Kellan wrapped his fingers around Vic’s hand and led him across the living room toward the open kitchen of their small, pine wood cabin. “Will you tell me about your run while I cook? I want to hear some wolfy things.” 

Vic snorted as he followed behind Kellan. “Wolfy things?”

“Yeah.” Kellan dropped Vic’s hand to go back to his task. “I want to know more about you, about wolf packs and how all that works.” He glanced over his shoulder as he opened the bag of flour. “Plus, our baby will be half wolf, and I should be aware of what they need, what they’re like.”

Vic tugged at his beard. “Hmm. I guess I hadn’t thought too much about that. I mean, I know the baby will be part of me, but…” His eyes darted to the bedroom where their egg rested in the nest. “I guess I always think of them being mostly swan because of the egg and all.”

Kellan chewed his lower lip, setting the measuring cup down so he could face Vic. “Does it bother you? I mean, if that happened?”

Vic shook his head. “Gods, no. Even if the baby was all swan, I would still be over the moon.” His expression softened as he smiled. “I love you with all my heart, love your swan. How could it ever bother me to have a beautiful child just like his beautiful father?”

A sense of peace washed over Kellan. He might not have had love growing up, but he now had more than he’d ever hoped for. For the rest of his life, he’d be part of a realfamily.

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Sunday Spotlight - M.M. Wilde and Rescued by the Alpha

Welcome M.M. Wilde to Sunday Spotlight! They're here to share a bit from the new release, Rescued by the Alpha (Alaskan Wolf Alliance, 1). 

M.M. Wilde is the knotty mpreg romance alter-ego of Morticia Knight who loves all things strange and unusual.


When wishing for a new life, Elam finds out the hard way he should’ve been more specific.

A year in the Alaskan wilderness was supposed to help nature photographer Elam determine his next move. However, hitting his head and being rescued by one of the hottest men he’s laid eyes on in a while is not getting him off to a great start. Elam is starting over and staying away from sexy guys is part of his new regime. He has a career to nurture in addition to repairing his bruised ego after his rat of an ex cheated on him multiple times.

Nicolai is a rare, blue-eyed white wolf shifter. He’s also an Alpha and the expected heir to his pack in the Alaskan Wolf Alliance. Much to his father’s dismay, Nic has stepped aside as ruler and ceded his spot as future head of the pack to his younger brother. As a gay shifter, he’ll never be able to provide a biological heir and has no intention of claiming a female mate for the sole purpose of giving him a pup. Instead, he’s made a life for himself miles away from the pack in his own section of woods.

However, fate intervenes and puts Nic on a collision course with a human mate. While Nic’s wolf might be on board with the idea, Nic wants no part of it. Why would he want to get tangled up with the stunning Elam only to have his cold heart ripped away once Elam decides it’s time to leave Alaska for good? There’s also the small detail that humans know nothing of the existence of shifters.

When chemistry, love and the truth of what the growly Nic is blindsides Elam, he has some tough decisions to make. Does he let Nic turn him? Never go back to his old home? But the biggest surprise is yet to be revealed when Nic and Elam discover the new life Elam had hoped for is more than just his own—and that there are wolves who are frothing at the mouth to destroy it. 

Author’s Note:Rescued by the Alpha is Book One in the Alaskan Wolf Alliance series and features an Alpha and omega who are fated to have lots of steamy, knotty fun and to make beautiful babies together. This romantic tale with a dose of action and suspense does include some peril to Dad and baby. But, there’s a fluffy, feel-good HEA and we all know wolves don’t cheat, so no worries there!

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Excerpt:

Nicolai tore his gaze from the stranger on his couch, ignoring the blizzard that continued to rage outside, then returned his attention to the piece of red alder he’d been carving all morning. As he whittled away, the shape of a bear beginning to form out of the tawny, pliant wood, he found his eyes being drawn yet again to his unexpected guest. He frowned, muttering to himself—which had become an unfortunate result from living alone for so long—and pondered why the young man left him so unsettled. At least the enticing aroma that had drawn him to the man in the first place no longer made him loopy. It had become manageable, as though it was merely a part of him now. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

Ever since the night before when he’d scented the gorgeous creature who had yet to awaken, he’d continued to be plagued by the fact that all was not as it should be in his quiet, shifter world. Even if his wolf had become almost giddy over the interruption to their peaceful life, Nicolai didn’t appreciate the disruption to his ordered existence, the unwelcome lure of something that went beyond the physical. Something dangerous.

And human.

The knife slipped, nicking the side of his thumb. Nicolai held in an aggravated growl as he slid off the table of rough-hewn pine where he’d been perched while he carved. He quickly set down the almost-bear to keep it from being stained by the blood seeping from his small cut. He doubted his sister would appreciate the gift of a bloody toy for his three-year-old nephew’s birthday. 

He traveled the few steps to the kitchen area, padding there in his bare feet so he could wash and dress his wound. Stupid. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d made such a blunder. Living a solitary existence in the Alaskan wilderness would be more dangerous if it wasn’t for his accelerated healing abilities. Still, he tended to be careful. He was hardly immortal, and he maintained a distance from his pack. Only his immediate family could convince him—on occasion—to leave the sanctuary he’d built for himself in his beloved woods.

Once he’d cleaned the cut then wrapped a small bandage around it, he returned to his perch. However, he didn’t continue his project. Nicolai rubbed the white scruff that decorated his chin, the color an acknowledgment to his genes rather than age. He was part of a line of rare Russian white wolves and in their pack, only he and his father sported the distinctive blue eyes not found in non-shifter wolves. 

The white strands of his hair had also confused many a lover over the years. It wasn’t as bad now that he’d crossed over the midway point of his thirties, but in his early twenties at the University of Alaska? It had been an ongoing conversation-starter. Since rare, white wolf hadn’t seemed like a wise explanation to give to humans—who were clueless about the existence of shifters—he’d played it off as a deliberate bid to convey an edgier look. 

I’d say this guy is about ten years younger than me.

Nicolai scrubbed his face at the realization he was staring again, aggravation gnawing at him as he again had the compulsion to wrap himself around the human, to keep him warm by holding him close, their limbs entwined, no barriers to prevent their naked skin from touching—

“Stop it!”

The angry words burst from Nicolai before he could prevent them from being spat out. He sucked in a sharp breath and held it as the man on the couch stirred beneath the pile of wool blankets Nicolai had re-tucked around him that morning. He rose to his feet again then moved toward the sleeping figure, his footsteps soft across the wood floor. When Nicolai reached him, he furrowed his brow, gazing at him carefully to see if his color had improved. The man’s eyes flew open, connecting with his.

Nicolai gasped, straightening as if he’d been prodded. So beautiful. The most amazing pair of amber-colored eyes stared up at him, then blinked a few times before the man’s forehead creased.

“W-what happened? Where am I?”

Even his damn voice is enticing. “Uh, I found you in the blizzard last night. You must have fallen because there’s a sizable lump on the back of your head.”

The man lifted himself on one elbow before groaning then falling against the sofa again. Nicolai’s gut clenched, and he reached for him, but snatched his hand back before he made contact. 

What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

His sister teased him for having a heart made of stone, but his bizarre behavior from the moment he’d first detected the scent of this strange human had him questioning his sanity—as well as pissing him off.

Nicolai cleared his throat. “Look, you probably have a concussion. I’ve been keeping an eye on you because we’re stuck here until this storm eases up, but you need to be careful. Rest. No sudden movements.”

The man had covered his eyes with one hand after his failed attempt at rising. “Yeah. I’m thinking that’s excellent advice.” He peeked through his fingers before pulling his hand away. “Thank you, by the way.” He took a seemingly cautious glance at his surroundings. “Is this…is this your place? You brought me here on your own?”

“Yeah.” Nicolai shrugged. “You’re lucky I happened on you when I did.” Smelled you from a mile away in a raging blizzard. Still can’t believe it.“This is one of the worst storms I’ve seen in a while. You never would’ve lasted.”

The man visibly swallowed. “Damn. Thank you again.” He quirked a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Helluva way for me to begin my sabbatical.”

The need to know everything about this man gripped Nicolai but he tamped it down. Whatever was churning inside him, whatever it was that had his wolf so worked up, could wait until the man was feeling better and he himself had better control. 

“So, uh, let me get you an ice pack for your head. I think you’ve warmed up enough by now that it’ll be okay.”

His unexpected guest’s features softened. “I appreciate it. I’m Elam, by the way. Elam Goldberg.” 

Elam extended his hand and without thinking, Nicolai accepted.

His wolf howled inside, loud and feral as an electric jolt of arousal shot through him from Elam’s touch, from the way his slender fingers curled around Nicolai’s palm, connecting them.

He gripped Elam’s fingers tighter. “Hello, Elam. I’m Nicolai Petrov. But you can call me Nic.” If he shifted at that exact moment, his eyes would be blazing with the inner flame he feared would consume them both. The certainty of what Elam’s presence in his life meant could no longer be denied. It might be crazy—was certainly impossible—but true nonetheless.

 I’m your Alpha, Elam. And you’re my mate. 

The wolf managed to sneak out a low, rumbling growl, Elam’s eyes widening at what had to be a puzzling sound coming from his rescuer.  

And you’re all mine.

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