Ever since her father was killed just over a year ago by the Arctic fighting force known as the Brotherhood of the Midnight Sun, Odessa Santin has been the leader of the Siberian werewolves. The Arctics and Siberians have been at war for centuries. So when Odessa has sex with an Arctic stranger, it is the craziest thing she has ever done.
Dan Lowell is a member of the Brotherhood of the Midnight Sun. Lowell is aghast when he realizes his mystery Siberian lover is Odessa Santin, particularly as he needs to confront her because he believes she has been poisoning the Arctic environment. The physical passion they feel for each other is equaled by their sizzling animosity as they argue over the allegations.
Lowell soon discovers that Odessa is being framed, and someone is trying to reignite hostilities between the two packs. For the first time ever, the Arctics and the Siberians agree to put aside their differences and unite against a common enemy. As they work together, Lowell and Odessa begin to realize that their feelings for each other run deeper than they thought.
About the Author
Jane Godman writes paranormal romance for Harlequin Nocturne, thrillers for Harlequin Romantic Suspense, and steamy historical romance for Samhain Publishing. Her paranormal series, The Arctic Brotherhood, is published by SMP Swerve. Jane lives in Cheshire, England, is married to a lovely man and is mum to two grown up children. When not writing, Jane loves to travel to European cities that are steeped in history.
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It was a beautiful night. The hotel grounds were perfectly lit so the undulating lawns and flower beds were highlighted to perfection. The scent of magnolia and jasmine mingled with the salty tang of the ocean. The distant thrum of party music and the ripple of fountains were the backdrop to her sighs, his harsh moans, and the sound of their bodies slamming together. As this man she didn't know pounded himself into her, driving her to the edge of madness, Odessa couldn't help the single thought that flashed through her mind.
I can't believe I'm doing this!
Sex with a stranger on the night before the most important business presentation of her life? In a public place? There was only a thin line of shrubs between them and discovery by a whole hotel full of conference delegates. This was so far beyond her usual behavior it was as if someone had given her a personality transplant.
She couldn't even blame alcohol. She had been at the function for precisely ten minutes and consumed less than half her glass of champagne when they began talking. If you could call it talking. He mentioned 3-D printing. Odessa responded with a comment about its use in fantasy gaming. Minutes later, they were out here in the garden and she hadn't been able to step out of her underwear fast enough.
Even though he was consumed by arousal, he had slipped on a condom before he thrust into her. In the hot intensity of him stretching her and searing her, she remembered wondering if he knew who she was. What she was.
That had been her final opportunity for rational thought. Her hips arched away from the wall, her thigh muscles quivering with tension as the need to climax grew too strong, overwhelming everything else. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, feeling his powerful muscles through the crisp cotton of his shirt. Wanting to call out his name was such a nightmare when she didn't know what it was.
"Please." Her voice was a gasp. "I need —"
"I know what you need." His teeth nipped a line of fire along her collarbone.
Moving his hand down between their bodies, his fingers found her clit. Alternately rubbing and flicking, he pushed her to the very edge of her limit. She whimpered as her knees nearly buckled. A breathy sound somewhere between a moan and a cry was torn from her. It was stripped away by the smooth thrust of his tongue as he kissed her. The pressure that had been building inside her reached its breaking point. Her whole body began to quake as lightning zipped through to her nerve endings. Radiating out from the point where his fingers were still working their magic, it pulsed wildly over her, making her blood sing and her heart race. The intensity of it left her hanging limp in her unknown lover's arms. As her internal muscles clenched around him, she felt him arch his back as his own climax hit. His cock swelled and jerked and he groaned against the curve of her neck before shuddering to a halt.
Odessa breathed deeply. What were the protocols in this situation? When a man was still inside you with his cock gradually shrinking? Did you move slowly away? Wait for him to move? Was a thank-you required? Oh, dear God, how did I get here? And, more importantly, why am I still turned on?
He lifted his head, apparently sensing her indecision. Although they were in the darkest corner of the garden, there was still some light from the ornamental lanterns. His smile was stunning. He was stunning. There were so many things wrong with this, but his looks were not one of them.
"I don't usually do this." He bent his knees as he eased out of her. She heard the sound of latex stretching and felt his movements as he wrapped the condom in a Kleenex and fixed his clothing. The intimacy of the actions made her close her eyes in embarrassment. "So I don't know whether it's acceptable to say that was amazing."
"I think it's probably better than saying it was mediocre." Her voice trembled on a nervous laugh.
He smoothed a strand of her long black hair off her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. After the intensity of the mind-blowing sex, the gesture was curiously tender.
"Are you okay with this?" She could feel his eyes probing her face in the dim light.
"It was wonderful." She smiled up at him. Whatever she was feeling — And what the hell am I feeling, by the way? — it wasn't about him, after all. This had been her idea as much as his. She had been the one with her hands down the front of his pants and her tongue in his mouth as soon as they got outside. The thought sent a fresh shot of heat zinging straight to her still throbbing clit. "Unexpected, but wonderful."
He nodded. She sensed he wanted to say something more, but she could feel his hesitation. Maybe he did know who she was. Maybe the condom had been a reflex action rather than something he felt was necessary. Werewolves were only fertile in the mating season and were unlikely to carry any human diseases. Odessa was a werewolf and so was he. That was the problem. He was the wrong werewolf. He was so wrong it was untrue.
"Look, I have to ..." He tilted a thumb over his shoulder toward the room where the party now seemed to be in full swing.
Odessa nodded. He wasn't being a jerk. This wasn't his version of fucking and running. He was telling her he knew what she was thinking. As fantastic as the sex had been, it should never have happened.
"Me, too. My friends will be wondering what happened to me." Friends? Her employees would be having a great time without the boss breathing down their necks. Her friends — all two of them — were still upstairs preparing tomorrow's presentation.
He leaned closer and pressed a feather-light kiss onto the corner of her mouth before turning and walking away. Odessa stayed where she was, leaning against the wall, watching him until he was out of sight. Watching how the broad width of his shoulders tapered to his narrow waist and slim hips. Those long, long legs and the way his pants fit perfectly to the tight muscles of his sculpted ass. His white-blond hair glinted silver in the garden lights and she remembered the amber lights in his golden eyes.
Even though she had allowed her feelings to overcome her, this man, whoever he was, was an Arctic. And Odessa was a Siberian. Not just any Siberian. Since the Arctic brotherhood had killed her father, Santin, twelve months ago, Odessa had been the Siberian leader. Arctic werewolves were her sworn enemies.
You knew he was an Arctic when you fucked him! Her anonymous lover's coloring was the giveaway. As he had approached her at the party, she had sized him up, wanting to hate him. Savage, uncontrollable desire had seized her instead. Even though she knew what he was, she had been unable to resist him. The sex had been mind-blowing, but it was just as well it was a one-off. She could never betray her heritage by getting involved with a member of the pack who had killed her father. This wild impulse that had come over her must never be allowed to happen again.
Dan Lowell didn't go back to the party. Skirting the hotel building, he made his way onto the beach and sat on a rock, gazing out at the darkened ocean with unseeing eyes. He sensed a storm brewing that had nothing to do with the weather.
What the fuck just happened?
He shook his head. You just succumbed to the craziest instinct of your life, that's what. Lowell didn't do crazy. Of all the members of the elite Arctic werewolf fighting force known as the Brotherhood of the Midnight Sun, he was the sensible one, the intellectual. Lowell was the one who could be counted on to do the right thing, urge caution, to say "Let's think about this." Having sex with a stranger — a Siberian stranger — could hardly be considered the right thing. This overwhelming urge he was experiencing to run back to the hotel, find her in the crowded room, drag her out and do it all again? That meant he'd probably lost his mind.
He had no idea who his mystery partner was, but, since she was a Siberian, he guessed she must be with the Santin Creative contingent. The CEO of the company, Odessa Santin, was scheduled to deliver a big presentation tomorrow afternoon and that was why Lowell was here. His lips thinned. He had no interest in the gaming industry. Santin Creative, one of the new, up-and-coming forces in the online gaming world, hadn't figured on his radar until recently. Lowell's passion was the protection of the Arctic environment, and Odessa Santin, following in her father's footsteps, seemed to be hell-bent on screwing that fragile ecosystem all to hell. His attempts to contact her at her New York headquarters had proved futile, so he had followed her here to Florida.
The girl he had met in the party had been sitting at the bar alone, sipping champagne and gazing around her with wide, interested eyes. He couldn't kid himself that he didn't know she was a Siberian. It was obvious as soon as he set eyes on her. She had the classic coloring of the Siberian werewolf. Long, jet-black hair with an inch-wide streak of white in the center and those mesmerizing ice chip–blue eyes. She was petite. Tiny, yet with a coiled strength in her limbs and a softness to her curves that made his mouth water and his dick ache. And that was the problem. As soon as he saw her, his dick had taken over the thinking. With spectacular results.
Lowell's rare sexual encounters had, until now, been with humans, which meant he used condoms. Instinctively, he had reached for one this time, even in the blaze of passion that had consumed him, even though he knew she was a fellow werewolf. And it meant they didn't have to have that conversation there and then. About why what they were about to do was so wonderfully, magically wrong.
Lowell assumed there must have been instances in the past of instant attraction between an Arctic and a Siberian. Attraction? He almost laughed out loud. That had been less like attraction and more like pouring themselves into each other with such fury they would be forever branded into each other's DNA. He shook the thought aside. If there were examples of inter-pack relationships, Lowell — one of the world's leading experts on werewolf history — didn't know of it. Arctics and Siberians were enemies. Always had been, always would be.
Florida, with its heat and humidity, would not have been Lowell's chosen place for the coming confrontation with Odessa Santin. Having been here for two days, he was struck by the beauty of the scenery, but his longing for the cold of his Alaskan home was kicking in. He was an Arctic werewolf. The midnight sun called him the way the full moon called to other werewolves. The goddess Angrboda, Mother of All Wolves, had granted the members of the Brotherhood of the Midnight Sun a remarkable gift just over a year ago. She had given them the power to shift into their wolf form away from the midnight sun. With that new talent had come the ability to survive away from its unique light. That was how Lowell was able to cope in this environment. He might be coping, but he wasn't enjoying it. Or he hadn't been until tonight.
He knew nothing about the woman he had come to confront. He'd never met her, never seen her. He only knew that the CEO of Santin Creative was Santin's daughter. Santin. Where did he start when it came to a story of such profound evil? Even now it was hard to believe Santin was dead and the centuries-old nightmare he had inflicted on the Arctics was finally over. The Siberian leader's territorial ambitions had led him to commit appalling atrocities against innocent Arctic werewolves and his final act had almost led to the destruction of humankind. The brotherhood had destroyed Santin, but now, based on the evidence Lowell had seen, it seemed his daughter was determined to take over where he had left off.
Not if I have my way.
Odessa Santin might have ignored his calls and emails, but she wouldn't be unable to ignore him in person when he confronted her at her presentation tomorrow afternoon.
Meeting the unknown Arctic had been one of those strange quirks of fate. Odessa had not intended to go to the party. Parties were really not her thing, and her plan for the last night of the conference had been to work alongside Alexei, her personal assistant, and Serena, Santin Creative's art director, making sure the finishing touches were in place for the following day's presentation.
At the last minute, she had made her way downstairs to the crowded ballroom to buy drinks for the Santin Creative staff who had worked so hard throughout the conference. They had determinedly manned the booths, distributed the pins, leaflets, and pen drives and demonstrated the games. Showing them how much she appreciated their hard work was the least she could do. She had taken a seat at the bar and explained to the bar tender that she wanted her staff to have free drinks for the remainder of the night. He had given her a complimentary glass of champagne ... the rest was history.
Now, as she stood beside the hotel elevators, Odessa felt as though invisible hands were pulling her in different directions. She should get back to Alexei and Serena. She needed to go to her room, splash cold water on her face and take some time to reflect on what had just happened. But what she longed to do was go back into that heaving, thrumming ballroom, find her Arctic lover and kiss him until he begged her for mercy.
"Odessa?" Serena's voice from behind her startled Odessa so much she jumped. "I'm sorry. It was just, you took so long, I thought I'd come and find you to see if everything was okay."
Odessa released the breath that seemed to have become trapped in her throat. A blush heated her face. She didn't do blushing, and Serena's gaze told her the other woman had noticed that her demeanor was unusual. Serena's usually cold blue eyes blazed with an emotion Odessa didn't recognize. It might have been concern. Possibly it was something deeper and warmer. Over the years she had become close to Serena, maybe closer than she was to any other person — although that wasn't saying much. Even so, she could hardly blurt out the truth. Oh, hey. Sorry about that. I got sidetracked and just had the most amazing sex with an Arctic werewolf out in the hotel gardens. Give me five minutes to freshen up and I'll be right back with you.
Aware that the silence was lengthening and deepening to the point where it was becoming embarrassing, she gave a little laugh. An obviously fake one. "It took longer than I expected."
"Can I speak with you?" Serena's face and voice both expressed concern. Unlike Odessa, she disguised her Siberian heritage by dyeing her hair to hide the white streak in the center. It was short and spiky and coupled with her slender build and height, it gave her an edgy, androgynous appearance that was at odds with the sharp prettiness of her face.
"Oh, God. Has something gone wrong with the game?" Don't tell me my life's work was going to hell while I was busy screwing a stranger.
"Nothing like that." Serena's tight smile wasn't exactly reassuring as they stepped into the empty elevator and rode in silence up to the tenth floor.
When they stepped out, Odessa led the way to her room. Once they were inside, she gestured for Serena to sit on one of the sofas near the window but the other woman shook her head. "You can tell me to mind my own business if you want to" — she took a deep breath — "but I saw you, Odessa. With that man."
The strength left Odessa's knees and she sat abruptly. "What did you see?" The words came out as a hoarse whisper.
Serena hung her head, clearly distressed. "I'm sorry. I don't want this to sound like I was prying."
"What did you see?" Even though her teeth were gritted, the words came out stronger this time.
"When I couldn't find you in the ballroom, I came outside. I saw him kiss you, then he walked away." Odessa exhaled. It could have been so much worse. "Then I ... uh, I saw you pick up your underwear." Oh, dear God. "Odessa, I wouldn't normally have mentioned this. What you do is your business, but" — Serena raised anguished eyes to hers — "he's one of them." In case the message hadn't gotten through, she added, in horrified tones, "He's an Arctic."
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Storm Wolf is the third book in the Arctic Brotherhood series, and this one features my favourite of the bunch - Dan Lowell. He is the environmental geek, the one who everyone goes to when they want some historical knowledge. In short, he's HOT!!! He finds out that Odessa Santin is poisoning the Arctic Circle, and she just happens to be the daughter of their old enemy. He goes to confront her, but things don't go according to plan ;) Instead, he finds out that both the Arctic Brotherhood and Odessa are being played, but they not sure by who. Luckily, both Odessa and Lowell have alibis in each other even though there is video proof otherwise. Lowell calls together the Brotherhood, determined to figure out what's going on. With the return of an old enemy, the Brotherhood will have to work to defeat him this time. This instalment is just as well written as the previous books, and you do get to see old favourites too. There were no editing or grammatical errors that disrupted my reading flow, and I thoroughly enjoyed the interaction between the male Brotherhood, and Jenny, Violetta, and Odessa. Keeping my fingers crossed that Lowell doesn't disappear from the Brotherhood now. Definitely recommended by me. * A copy of this book was provided to me with no requirements for a review. I voluntarily read this book, and my comments here are my honest opinion. * Merissa Archaeolibrarian - I Dig Good Books!
Title: Storm Wolf - Arctic Brotherhood, Book 3 Author: Jane Godman Publisher: St. Martin's Press Published: 7-11-2017 Pages: 176 Genre: Paranormal Romance Sub-Genre: Sci Fi & Fantasy; Shifters; Werewolves ISBN: 97812501199988 ASIN: B072LLLSWQ Reviewed For NetGalley and St. Martin's Press Reviewer: DelAnne Rating: 4.75 Stars WARNING: Due to content this book is not suitable for readers under the age of Majority. For all those who are be prepared for a story that will your heart rate and temperature rising. They are the Arctic Brotherhood. They are deadly fighters, fierce protectors and loyal mates. Ever since her father was killed just over a year ago by the Arctic fighting force known as the Brotherhood of the Midnight Sun, Odessa Santin has been the leader of the Siberian werewolves. The Arctics and Siberians have been at war for centuries. So when Odessa has sex with an Arctic stranger, it is the craziest thing she has ever done. Dan Lowell is a member of the Brotherhood of the Midnight Sun. Lowell is aghast when he realizes his mystery Siberian lover is Odessa Santin, particularly as he needs to confront her because he believes she has been poisoning the Arctic environment. The physical passion they feel for each other is equaled by their sizzling animosity as they argue over the allegations. Lowell soon discovers that Odessa is being framed, and someone is trying to reignite hostilities between the two packs. For the first time ever, the Arctics and the Siberians agree to put aside their differences and unite against a common enemy. As they work together, Lowell and Odessa begin to realize that their feelings for each other run deeper than they thought. One can not go through life totally alone. From the time of conception to the time of our death and even beyond we touch the lives of others. Changing them and ourselves in ways both great and small. This is something some of us never realize, but Lowell and Odessa are about to learn. These two strong lead characters must learn to temper the steel of their fierceness toward each other or Siberian and Artic packs will loose the war to the enemy set on destroying them both. This series to improve with each offering by Jane Godman. I can hardly wait to finish reading the fourth installment "Wolf Slayer to see where she will go next. My rating of "Storm Wolf - Arctic Brotherhood, Book 3" is 4.5 out of 5 stars.
Rating 4.5/5 WOW! Two books from a paranormal series I’m already enjoying, both being published together - so there’s no need to wait to read the next phenomenal instalment - brilliant news for book addicts like me! I usually review books individually, but as both are released on the same date and I read them straight after each other, I decided to do a joint review for them . . . . I had previously read the first two books in this series - Ice Wolf and Shadow Wolf - and found them both to be great reads and ones where I was looking forward to seeing how the series progressed so I had no hesitation when I realised these were available - I couldn’t wait to read them! I wasn't disappointed. In my opinion this series just keeps getting better! They contain many of the same characters and the series is chronologically sequential, so IMHO it really does help if you read them in the correct order. The Brotherhood of the Midnight Sun are a group of god-appointed Arctic wolf shifters who have a role as protectors. They may not see each other for decades (or even longer) but when they come back together they just gel and are a real force for good to be reckoned with.Don't expect these strong alpha males to be the only strong characters. There are also some really feisty, powerful females around, too, who also have major roles in helping combat evil and saving the day as well as providing severe distractions for the men in their lives. Now, I’m trying to review without giving any spoilers away, so I won’t discuss the stories in detail - I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone who hasn’t read the earlier books! In both these stories there are great characters and dramatic events which are brought to life by the author’s skilled use of words to create moving images of events in the imagination of her readers. There are enemies to overcome, hearts to be won and an enemy to thwart. Just how everything unfolds make these enthralling reads, real page turners with a great mix of mystery, suspense and romance creating great additions to this fast paced adventure taking place in a wide variety of settings. As the series progresses, the reader learns more about the perpetrators working behind the scenes and their possible motivations. These are both great reads which I highly recommend to anyone who enjoys suspense along with their paranormal romance reading - this series is a great example of this combination of genre and one I have enjoyed reading! I requested and was given a copy of both these books via NetGalley and this is my honest opinion after choosing to read them.
My Thoughts - 5 out of 5 Unicorns - I loved it!!! ***I choose what I read and review based on what intrigues me!! Yes, I received a review copy of this book, but no one tells me what to think, feel, or write about any book! This is the 3rd book in the series! It is for adults only due to the steamy content and violence. While you can read the books as standalone, I think you will enjoy them more reading them in order because you get to know all the brotherhood and their personalities better. This is Lowell’s story, and he is an intelligent and fights for the environment. His fight takes him to Santin’s daughter’s door. Odessa has had to deal with the wreckage that is her father and mother. She likes running her company and being a hands-off leader for the Siberians. Lowell and Odessa get wrapped up in treachery and with no idea where it is coming from. This is my favorite story so far! I really like both of these nerds. This book was action packed, and yes the gods came out to play in this book too! Jane has created a unique world based on Norse mythology that I find fascinating. She makes the story come alive! I couldn’t put it down. I highly recommend to all wolf shifter fans who love that it is mixed with Norse mythology! I can’t wait to see who is up next to find their mate and what kind of trouble they get into to save the world!
Storm Wolf by Jane Godman is the 3rd book in her Arctic Brotherhood series. This is a fun fantasy that is a fast and exciting read. Just a refresher: Arctic Brotherhood is a shifter series, with a new ancient species of Arctic werewolves, who are part of the 7 members of the Brotherhood of the Midnight Sun. In Storm Wolf, Odessa Santin is our heroine; she is a Siberian Werewolf, who are enemies of the Arctic wolves. Odessa is the leader of her Siberian werewolf pack, since the death of her father, who was killed by the Arctic wolves. Odessa runs a successful gaming business, and leaves the running of the pack to one of her leaders. On the night of conference for her new game, Odessa meets a stranger and much to her dismay, she ends up having sex. Dan Lowell, our hero, is one of the Arctic Brotherhood, whom we met in previous books. Dan is a scholar who specializes in werewolf history. Dan had attended the conference, since he was desperate to talk to Odessa Santin about the poisoning of the environment that her pack is doing. To Dan’s surprise when he meets Odessa, he realizes she is the woman who he had wild sex the night before. Odessa is also shocked, but maintains her composure, as she is extremely cold to the man who is part of the pack that killed her father. When Dan shows her a video showing her and her team dumping the poison; she is appalled, claiming she did not do this. In a short period, Dan and Odessa will join together to find out who is framing both of their packs and what is the magic being used to superimpose their images. What follows is an exciting adventure that will bring both Dan and Odessa even closer together. Godman does tend to do a lot of hot sexy scenes, but at least the story still remains in the forefront. When Odessa finds her pack all but destroyed, she knows there is someone very powerful trying to start a war between the Arctic and Siberian wolves. The members of the Arctic Brotherhood we have come to love join with them to try to stop this war. In the previous book, Chastel was killed, but the magic being used proves that he is still alive. This is an exciting adventure using Norse mythology, with nonstop action, edge of your seat suspense, and a sizzling couple. There are also, gods, goddesses, shifters, magic in this fantasy world that Godman has given us. I look forward to the next book