RELEASE BLITZ
Book Title: True North (Yule Lads #1)
Author: TA
Moore
Publisher: Rogue Firebird
Press
Cover Artist: TA
Moore
Release Date: December 15, 2023
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Tropes: Opposites attract, star-crossed, enemies to lovers, fish out of
water, work romance…sorta, betrayal, Christmas romance
Themes: Sins of the past, forgiveness, found family.
Heat Rating: 4
flames
Length: 40 500
words
It is the first book in the Yule Lads series.
It does not end on a
cliffhanger.
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Santa’s missing. Presumed
Dead.
Blurb
Despite what his co-workers say Belling, Montana
paramedic Dylan Holly does not hate Christmas.
It’s just that as an ex-foster kid he learned early on
that Christmas just didn’t have much relevance to his life. He’s seen no evidence since then
that he’s wrong.
That said, if Santa ever delivered a six-foot plus wall
of hot muscle under his tree he’d be willing to reconsider. He’s even sourced an available
one locally in the taciturn Somerset North and his impossibly blue eyes.
So really, at this point the ball is in Santa’s
court.
There’s just one problem. Well, just one to start
with anyhow. The battered, dying man someone dumped from a height onto Dylan’s car
outside the Just-as-High, Somerset’s bar. He gave Dylan an old, well-worn watch and begged
him to keep it safe.
Now Christmas is relevant to Dylan’s life in the
worst way. The Winter Court has loosed their Wolves on the world and Dylan is on the run
with Somerset North. A man who seems to know a lot more about what is going on than a
Montana bar owner with exceptional shoulders should.
It turns out that Santa is missing, presumed dead.
And the key to the hotly disputed succession crisis is a foster kid who never celebrated the
season.
Excerpt
TWENTY YEARS SINCE Somerset had tried to tap the power of
his old position. Now he had done it twice in one night. He would never admit it, but as the
wind blew up into his armpits, he wasn’t sure the magic he’d set aside would answer.
Apparently though, there were no hard feelings.
Cold filled his chest and soaked out into his body. It spilled out
of his mouth on white fog and turned his marrow into frost. The only heat in him came from
the prickle of pain as a dozen tiny fractures crazed along the bones of his arms and legs. The
threads of the North Wind surged up around him and thickened under his feet. His boots
skidded on the slick, snow-vapor surface at first. It was solid, but not still. The wind blew and
eddied under his weight. It made for unsteady footing.
The weight of Dylan as he swung awkwardly from Somerset’s
grip didn’t help. Somerset briefly indulged the thought of letting him drop. He was not a
sentimental man at the best of times, that wasn’t what his kind had been made to be, and
the chill of Winter magic in his bones reduced the idea of logic and odds.
Mostly.
Dylan didn’t scream or thrash. He gripped Somerset’s wrist
with white-knuckled fingers and kept his eyes closed so he didn’t give in and look down.
Somerset had always liked that quality about the wiry paramedic. No matter what happened
around him, Dylan was always the calm at the heart of the storm. It made him… pleasant…
to be around.
Something in Somerset’s chest, buried down deep under
permafrosted meat and organs, felt warm. The rest of him was too Winter-numb to put his
finger on what the feeling was. Guilt maybe. Or something stupider.
Either way, as he remembered the knack to riding the storm,
he dragged Dylan into his arms. The other man resisted at first—Somerset didn’t take it
personally—but the only other option was to fall. It wasn’t a hard choice to make. Dylan
pressed against Somerset’s chest, arms wrapped around him so tightly that Somerset could
feel knuckly fists dug into the small of his back.
Somerset enjoyed the feeling of the warm, lean body pressed
against him for a moment, then he had to focus on what he was doing.
“You can fly?” Dylan asked, his voice ragged and his breath
warm against Somerset as it seeped through the cotton T-shirt. When Dylan laughed, it was
a thin, nervous sound. “Explains what happened to my car.”
Somerset hesitated as he narrowed his eyes. He could see the
snow caught in his lashes. Dylan was right; that probably had been what happened.
As many questions as that answered, though, it raised more.
Wolves couldn’t walk the storm, so who’d brought Gull down? Had he already been
injured?
The wind took advantage of Somerset’s distraction and tried to
drop from under him. He stumbled, caught himself, and did his best to ignore the way
Dylan’s arms tightened around him.
About the Author
TA Moore is a Northern Irish
writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood
in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of
black humour a mile wide.
Coffee, Doc Marten boots,
and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be
avoided.
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