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~ 3 Wolf’s Song Stars ~ 

Wolf’s Song is book four in the Black Hills Wolves by Taryn Kincaid. I have been reading this series out of order. Each book can stand-a-lone and gives a little tast of the authors writing and the wolves of Black Hills.

Wolf’s Song is an insta-love, so the story is quick with very little substances or conflict, but that is what we get with insta-loves. I enjoyed this novella. It was a nice, sweet, and quick romance. The story is endearing and I like that Summer and Brick found each other. They became friends and then mates. I did notice that the turmoil between the cats and wolves was glossed over. I would have liked more on this issue. 

Wolf’s Song was a good read. If you are looking for a PNR fix that is quick and sweet, then this is for you. 

* Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy free of charge from Taryn Kincaid with the sole purpose of an honest review. All thoughts, comments and ratings are my own.

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  Summer McCoy perched in the uppermost branches of her special Ponderosa pine, in raven guise, engaging in her favorite pastime, spying on the lone wolf chopping wood below. Two days’ worth of whiskers shadowed his rigid jaw. She loved when he forgot—or didn’t bother—to shave. Scruffy stubble suited him.

       The sun beat down on the back of his bronzed neck and shone on his hair, the color of roasted coffee, a shade lighter than the dark shadow that charcoaled his face.

She fluffed her feathers in anticipation. Take your shirt off, Brick. She’d heard the giant werebear, Gee, call him that name a decade ago. He’d made some joke about a wall and the hardness of the male’s head. But Brick hadn’t laughed back then. Not ever.

He’d fascinated her from the moment he’d arrived in the glade, bruised and battered. Once she’d learned his name, she’d treasured it, taking pleasure from repeating it often. Secretly, of course. Unwrapping the syllable frequently to admire its radiance in the privacy of her tree house, the way a woman wearing pearls against her warm skin enhanced their luminosity and iridescence.

Now, as if he’d heard her silent urging, he complied with her plea, shrugging out of the plaid flannel and flinging it onto a tree stump. Her beak opened as she sucked in breath. Sweat glistened on his torso, glazing rippling pecs and abs, shoulders broad enough to span the Badlands. A huge, incredible specimen of masculinity. Thick biceps flexed as he wielded the ax. Her heart beat faster than a hummingbird’s wings. Heat licked her.

Taryn Kincaid reads the back of cereal boxes and everything else that stands in her way. She writes HOT and sweet paranormal, historical romance and contemporary romance, sometimes spiced with a little humor or a lot of snark. Her latest, IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, a contemporary foodie romance is out now. Coming in May…RAIN, a Beyond Fairytales story for Decadent Publishing; and in December, 2015…HER CAPTAIN, a Tempting Signs story.  

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