Blog Tour & Exclusive Guest Post:
Mystic Guardian by Mary Rundle
Mary Rundle has a new MM paranormal erotic romance out, book nine in the Blackwood Pack series: Mystic Guardian. And there’s a giveaway!
The Blackwood Pack saga continues…
This is part of an on-going series by Amazon International Bestselling Author, Mary Rundle – catching up on previous titles is advised. Readers of previous books will enjoy meeting old friends once more as the pack does what it does best ̶ caring for one another and helping shifters everywhere.
Carson never dreamed his six bothers would get their fated mates before he did and now, hanging on with the barest of hope he’d be next, he ends up devastated when it doesn’t happen. Unable to cope with seeing so many happy couples around him at the pack house in California, he accepts a job offer in France, intent on building a new life—only to discover the Fates have not forgotten him at all.
After graduating from university, Remy, a low-level warlock leaves the world of magic behind, believing there’s no place in it for him. Encouraged by his parents, to accept a job offer at the Chateau des Flammes winery, he begins working for Arthur MacDùghlas, the dragon shifter owner, finally finding a place for himself in the world.
Happy with his new position, Remy’s life abruptly changes when his parents unexpectedly die and he becomes the guardian of his three younger brothers. Muddling through the unexpected role of fatherhood, he finally finds his footing until…his life is upended once again when Carson, his fated mate arrives on his doorstep.
Shocking surprises, treacherous plots, an action-packed rescue, and many unexpected twists and turns make this passionate love story by Mary Rundle impossible to put down once you’ve read the first page.
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Special Guest Post from
MYSTIC GUARDIAN by Mary Rundle
I’m Mary Rundle and thank you so much for hosting my blog tour for Mystic Guardian, Book 9 in the Blackwood Pack series. Today I have an exclusive excerpt from the book which is full of startling twists, turns, and adventures that Remy and Carson have to overcome to eventually find their HEA. Enjoy!
“Hey, Carson, wake up!” Hunter said.
“Leave me alone,” Carson mumbled, pushing at the hand shaking him. Rolling over on his back, he threw his arm over his eyes, trying to block out the bright light on the other side of his eyelids.
“Why is he sleeping out here?” asked Fionn, looking at Carson. “Why isn’t he in his bedroom?”
“I don’t know, pet,” Hunter replied, “but from the looks of it, I’d say he was working late.”
“Maybe you should let him sleep.”
“No can do. Paul says breakfast is ready…besides, we’ll be landing in Paris in less than an hour. By the looks of my cousin, he needs a shower and shave before he meets anyone.”
As the voices intruded on Carson’s attempt to snooze, he realized his cousin had a point. No matter how much his body craved sleep, he knew it wasn’t going to happen—at least not then. Sitting up, he groaned at the stiffness in his neck before turning his head from side to side. Then, opening his eyes, he stared crossly at his cousin and Fionn. “To answer your question, I fell asleep out here because I couldn’t fall asleep in my bedroom.”
“That’s too bad,” Fionn said. “Did the movement of the plane get to you?”
Carson opened his mouth to snap back a sharp retort but abruptly closed it when he caught Hunter’s eye. Shaking his head, he closed his laptop, slipped it into his bag, and turned to Paul who’d just arrived with their breakfast. “I’ve got to take a quick shower.”
“No problem, sir,” replied Paul. “I’ll keep it hot for you.”
“Thanks,” Carson said, giving him a smile before standing. Then, brushing past Hunter and Fionn, he made his way to the bedroom he’d been forced to abandon early that morning. Setting his bag down on the bed, he grabbed his toiletry bag and headed for the bathroom. Turning on the hot water, he hoped it would help get the kinks out of his body, put there by a too-short love seat. A sigh of pleasure escaped from his lips as the pulsating water went to work on his muscles. Placing his hands on the shower wall, Carson leaned forward, letting his head hang down as he closed his eyes. Exhaustion filled his body; the need to sleep was overwhelming. This must be what Colton was talking about…I bet I’m suffering from jet lag.
Trying to remember what he was supposed to do to get rid of it was more than his mind could handle and he dozed off only to be jerked awake when his head thumped against the shower wall. Shit! Quickly righting himself, Carson squeezed some shower gel into his hand before soaping up his body. Looking down at his groin, he snorted. No signs of life there. Grasping his cock, he slid his soapy hand down it, giving it a tug and twist before sliding it back up. A dead duck. Grimacing, he gave up, rinsing off before climbing out and drying off.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Carson stepped over to the sink and, when he got a good look at himself in the mirror—bleary eyes, unshaven face, tiredness clearly reflected in his face—it had him hustling to the bedroom for his phone. There was no way he could meet with anyone today, especially the man who was his contact. Sending a text to Colton back at the pack house, he hoped his brother was on the night shift at the hospital. Staring at the screen, Carson waited for a reply, biting his lower lip. When it came back, he cursed. His brother advised him to do the one thing he couldn’t do today—get some sleep.
“Carson,” Hunter called through the door. “Paul said we’ll be landing in thirty minutes. Are you gonna eat breakfast?”
Fuck! “I’ll be right out,” Carson answered. Rushing back to the bathroom, he gave up on shaving and quickly brushed his teeth before stowing everything back in his toiletry bag and carrying it to the bedroom. After slipping on the clothes he’d picked out the night before, he repacked his bag before heading back to the main cabin. The jet was descending and it was now too late to eat anything. Inwardly sighing at the mess his morning was becoming, he could feel his anxiety rising. It was a holdover from his childhood and the only way to manage it was to make sure there were no surprises—which is why he spent so much time planning out his days.
Frowning, Carson knew others tagged him as boring, or worse, a stick-in-the-mud and, if he was honest with himself, they were probably right. The only time he could let loose was when he was with Cody and Colton. Then he could hand the reins over to his brothers, knowing he was safe, but even that had risks, as he found out. In the end, Carson chose paths that minimized surprises, content to let his brothers take the more unpredictable ones.
“Hey, do you want to stop to eat before we head to the chateau?” Hunter asked him.
“You don’t mind?” Maybe if he had some food, it would help him stay awake.
“Nope,” Hunter replied. “Frankly, we have no idea if there’s food where we’re going. We might have to do some shopping.”
“Did you ask Mr. Marchant…Remy?”
“According to Penn, this Marchant guy only manages the businesses. Before we left, Fionn called the chateau but no one answered,” answered Hunter.
“I’d be glad to stop for breakfast. Maybe you can find out what’s going on at the chateau when Remy picks us up.”
“It’s worth a shot,” Hunter agreed. “At least he might be able to tell us a good place to eat in Paris.”
Carson’s stomach growled just then. Smiling at his cousin, he said, “Yeah, but from what Dakota told me, there isn’t any bad place to eat there.”
Remy was surrounded by chaos—the new normal since he became his brothers’ guardian when he was twenty-four. Looking over his shoulder as he was preparing Rune’s bowl of oatmeal, he saw Galen and Eamon chasing each other through the kitchen, waving plastic swords. “Hey, stop, you two! Go wash your hands before sitting down at the table.”
Turning back to the task at hand, Remy poured the hot oatmeal into a small bowl, setting it aside to cool before giving it to Rune. The last thing he needed was for his youngest brother to burn himself again. It’d been a steep learning curve after taking custody of his three brothers; sometimes he questioned if he’d made the right decision, especially when one of them got hurt. The guilt he felt when it happened always triggered his memories of sitting in the lawyer’s office faced with a life-changing choice. It would all come rushing back—the numbness of his grief, how cold he felt while listening to his parents’ will being read—his world being turned upside down.
“Mr. Marchant? What do you want to do?”
When the lawyer’s voice finally penetrated through the thick fog of his mind, Remy lifted his face and stared at the lawyer. “What do I want to do about what?”
“Your brothers. As far as I can determine you are their only living relative.”
“That’s right,” Remy murmured, fresh grief washing over him about his young brothers growing up without the love of their parents to shelter them from the hate in the world.
“You do have the option of sending the boys to an orphanage that will accept boys like them.”
Shaking his head, Remy would—could never do that. He didn’t know what went on in those places, but he’d heard enough about them to know it wasn’t good. Frankly, he didn’t even know why they were allowed to exist. “No, they belong with me,” he replied.
“Are you sure? It’s a lot of responsibility for someone as young as you.”
Ignoring the comment, Remy asked, “What do I have to do to legally become my brothers’ guardian?”
“I’ll have the papers drawn up, ready for your signature tomorrow.”
Nodding, Remy stood, extending his hand. “That will be fine. Thanks.” Then he headed out to the waiting room where his brothers rushed him as soon as he entered. Taking Rune from Galen’s grasp and settling him on his hip, he said, “C’mon boys, let’s go.”
After signing the papers the next day and attending his parents’ funeral, Remy packed up his brothers’ few belongings and brought them back to France, where he began to build a new life for them…and himself.
Giving Rune a few apple slices in an effort to keep him quiet, Remy headed over to the doorway, scooping up Eamon who was running through it. Taking the sword from his hand, he set it down on the butcher-block counter, then, tickling his brother’s belly, he smiled at the sound of childish laughter filling the room
“Noooo, Remeee.” Eamon made futile attempts to escape Remy’s hold, laughing as he protested being captured.
“Didn’t I tell you to wash your hands?” Remy said, giving a fake growl.
“I wuz fightin’ Gally.”
“Who was winning?” Remy asked, carrying his brother over to the kitchen sink.
“I wuz!” shouted Galen, standing in the middle of the kitchen, brandishing his sword.
“Uh, uh! I wuz!” Eamon yelled, squirming in Remy’s arms as he tried to get down.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Remy said, turning on the faucet, while lowering his brother so he could wash his hands. “Hey, use soap,” he admonished, handing a bar to his brother.
“Aww, why? Gally never does.”
“I do, too,” Galan yelled.
“Stop yelling,” Remy said automatically as he dried Eamon’s hands and swiveled around, setting him on his chair. Turning to Galen, he growled, “C’mon, you, too. And put your sword next to Eamon’s.”
“Dang it. Why do I have to?” Galen pouted, slapping his sword down on the counter. “What if someone attacks me when I’m eating?”
“No one’s going to attack you,” Remy said, helping Galen up on the stool so he could reach the water.
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do. Now go sit down.” Once Remy made sure Galen had obeyed him, he turned back to the three bowls of oatmeal, sticking his pinky in each of them to check the temperature. Finding them cool enough, he poured maple syrup and cream in them before setting bowls in front of Eamon and Galen—and then placed Rune’s on his high chair table.
Sitting down next to his youngest brother, Remy couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful child he was. Even though Rune was all-boy, he had an angelic air about him that reminded Remy of cherubs painted on the ceilings of French cathedrals. His big, deep blue eyes pierced Remy’s soul while his beautiful white, curly blond hair was so fine, you had to be really up close to see it. Dipping a spoon into the oatmeal, Remy brought it up to Rune’s mouth, slipping it in when his brother smiled.
Suddenly, the kitchen door swung open as Mrs. Beasley swooped in. “Oh, my goodness,” she exclaimed, “you are running late this morning.”
Glancing over at her, Remy grinned. “And how is that different from any other morning?”
“Ahh, true,” agreed Mrs. Beasley, removing her jacket and setting it down next to her big bag she’d dropped on the rocking chair next to the stone fireplace. Hustling over, she took the spoon from Remy’s hand. “Shoo, go get ready. I can finish feeding our Rune.”
Rising quickly, Remy gave Mrs. Beasley a quick kiss on her plump cheek. “Thanks, Mrs. B. The new owner is arriving today and I promised to pick him up at the airport.” Glancing once more at Galen and Eamon, satisfied they were behaving, he rushed upstairs to shower and dress. Checking the time on the grandfather clock as he hustled past it, he muttered under his breath. “Sacré bleu!” He’d be cutting it close.
Hello, I’m Mary Rundle and welcome to my Amazon Author page. I write MM paranormal erotic romances. The first book I ever wrote was Dire Warning in 2017 and, much to my delight, it became an Amazon Best Seller. Readers loved it and I was on my way to chronicling the Blackwood Pack, seven brothers who are gay wolf shifters in search of their fated mates– stories about love at first sight with twists and turns, angst and humor, romance and adventure and, of course, happy endings.
Now, five books later, Shadow Voice, another Best Seller, has just been released to critical acclaim. I love the M/M paranormal genre because it gives my imagination a lot of territory in which to roam. My mind can really run wild and come up with some amazing stuff when it doesn’t have to stay inside the box.
My readers tell me they feel like they’re a member of the pack as the stories unfold. As if they’re right there in the middle of the action. Others tell me it’s like watching a fast-paced movie. My writing style pulls no punches– readers love it and are always clamoring for the next book.
Stories come to me as if they were being channeled by my characters, all of whom I love (except for a few villains). They are eager to recount their lives, loves and adventures and are not inhibited when it comes to revealing steamy details.
I currently live in the Northeast and love the beautiful change of seasons, my husband, and our quirky calico cat, though not necessarily in that order. I love to hear from my readers so feel free to get in touch with me via Facebook, Twitter, MeWe or my website http://www.maryrundle.com
I’m always happy to hear from my readers and can be reached through Facebook, Twitter, MeWe, or my website.
I never went to school to learn writing nor attended a writing workshop, but it didn’t stop me from entering a writing contest and from that came my first book, Dire Warning.
Readers loved it and I was on my way to chronicling the Blackwood Pack, seven brothers who are gay wolf shifters in search of their fated mates– stories about love at first sight with twists and turns, angst and humor, romance and adventure and, of course, happy endings.
My stories come to me as if they were being channeled by my characters, all of whom I love (except for a few villains). They are eager to recount their lives, loves and adventures and are not inhibited when it comes to revealing steamy details.
I love the M/M paranormal genre because it gives my imagination a lot of territory in which to roam. My mind can really run wild and come up with some amazing stuff when it doesn’t have to stay inside the box.
Although my writing is sometimes raw—that’s the way I like to tell my stories—readers love it and are clamoring for more.
I currently live in the Northeast and love the beautiful change of seasons, my husband, and our quirky calico cat, though not necessarily in that order.
Please join me as we travel through my wonderful fantasy world of shifters who are Fated Mates and all have HEAs. I love to hear from my readers so feel free to get in touch with me via Facebook, Twitter, or my website www.maryrundle.com
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