{Blog Tour & Giveaway} Wild and Free (The Three #3) by Kristen Ashley (@KristenAshley68)

Abel Jin and Delilah Johnson have lived their lives with a hole in their soul, yearning for something they don’t understand. 

Until one night Delilah is in mortal danger and a man who’s otherworldly strong and supernaturally fast saves her. Delilah is then cast into a world where fiction comes to life in the form of Abel, her destined mate, a vampire/werewolf hybrid who claims her at first breath as his. 

But Abel knows the danger isn’t done. He’s dreamed for centuries that his mate will perish and he will stop at nothing to keep her safe. 

For Delilah, she’s not only coping with fantasy come to life, but a mingling of very different families. Not to mention, she has on her hands a man who doesn’t understand his true nature and has lived his long life thinking he’s a monster. 

Abel and Delilah together fills the hole that has been clawing at them for decades. But finally finding each other, it also tips their destinies as the last of The Three. They must unite with the other destined lovers, who with Abel and Delilah, are fated to save the world. 

Or die trying.

Delilah Johnson always knew that she was looking for something.  As the daughter of a biker, she grew up embracing that never-ending search.  But her whole world changes the night that she meets Abel Jin.

He’s unlike any man that she’s ever met before – he is two hundred and five years old with eyes of different colors, beyond physically powerful and needs to drink human blood on a regular basis.  He also is completely convinced that they are fated to be together and fully intends on keeping her close to his side.

But there are creatures out there that want to harm Delilah and help comes in the unexpected form of a band of vampires and werewolves.  They claim that he the third of “The Three” and can help him develop his powers to fight - fight to save his mate and ultimately the whole world.

Abel never really understood what being a werewolf vampire meant until he joined with Callum and Lucien. But even winning The Noble War will mean nothing unless he can keep his precious Delilah safe.  Is he truly destined to lose her forever or can The Three somehow save them all?

“Is there more about the world I don’t know? Like, does Superman exist?” I asked.

“Vampires and werewolves roam the earth. It’s a possibility,” he answered.

 I smiled as I asked, “Could you kick his ass?”

“Absolutely,” he replied.

 “Cocky,” I muttered.

He tipped his head to the side.

“You want bacon and eggs?”

“Do I have to drink the eggs raw?”

His brows shot together. “Fuck no.”

“Then yes.”

I am such a sucker for a good “fated mate” story, but when you combine that with everything that is Kristen Ashley – it’s no longer just a book, but an epic event!

Wild and Free is my favourite of The Three Series all because of Abel Jin.  He is all of the skill of a vampire and all of the raw sexuality of a werewolf wrapped up in one delicious package. And Delilah is his perfect compliment of strength and unbridled freedom.

Their story is more passionate and more poignant than ever before and it made for breathtaking ride to the very end.  This is everything that I love about paranormal romance between two covers.  I swooned, I cried and I even laughed.  What more could I ask for?

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“I’m a monster, Lilah.”

“What?” I whispered.

“I’m a werewolf vampire. I exist on human blood. I can tear a man’s head off and I have. I’m a monster.”

“You—”

“I am,” he stated flatly. “And the first chance I’ve had in all my years to understand why I am as I am is to go to that fuckin’ hotel.”

I stared at him, then straightened my body so I was fully facing him. This caused his jaw to get hard again, but I ignored that and stated, “Okay, let’s break this down.”

“Nothin’ to break down.”

“Humor me,” I snapped, his head jerked, and his lips curved up.

“Carry on,” he muttered.

“Thanks,” I bit out. “First, how many men’s heads have you torn off?”

“Four, and two wolves.”

“That’s it?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“These being the night we met,” I stated.

“Yeah,” he repeated.

“The night some of them were trying to kill me and the others were trying to kill you.”

To that he said nothing.

I kept going, “So you haven’t torn off unsuspecting citizens’ heads willy-nilly, for the fuck of it, or on a psychotic rampage?”

He pressed his lips together and I knew it was to hide his humor because his eyes lit with it before he unpressed them to say, “No.”

“Right,” I said sharply. “Have you ever had a psychotic rampage?”

He shook his head.

“So let’s get to the human blood part,” I suggested. “When you were,” I paused, “drawing from one of your ex-bitches, did you ever kill one of them?”

“Fuck no.”

“Take too much and make them sick?”

“No.”

“Do it against anyone’s will?”

His eyes went guarded, but he said, “No.”

I threw up a hand. “Okay, so what’s the problem?”

He blinked, straightening in his chair, but again said nothing.

“I mean, seriously,” I went on, “I’ve seen lots of vampire movies and TV shows and even the good vamps screw up and overindulge. Hell, Jessica killed three fairies in a ravenous attack. She might have had her issues as a young vampire, but by that time, she was full-on good.”

His brows shot together. “Fairies?”

“Fairies.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

I threw up both hands and cried in exasperation, “True Blood!”

“Jesus, Lilah,” he muttered.

“No, seriously, Jessica is very sweet.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he growled, sounding like he was losing patience, which I didn’t figure was a good thing.

“Okay, back on track,” I began. “Tell me. Tell me one instance in your life where you actually behaved like a monster.”

“I wanna fuck you,” he snarled.

I stared.

“Yeah,” he ground out. “I wanna fuck you, Delilah. Consumed with the need and I have no idea why, but I can guess, seein’ as it’s like you’re a bitch in heat, I’m a dog that catches the scent and his mind is wiped…wiped of anything…but the need to mount you and”—he leaned forward—“rut.”

“Holy fuck,” I breathed.

“Yeah,” he said again. “That make you feel safe?”

“Abel—”

“I can smell your fear.”

I swallowed.

“It turns me on,” he kept going. “Makes me wanna tear into your throat and fuck you and feed from you. Now, does that make you feel safe?”

“No,” I whispered, because it really fucking didn’t.

“Right. No,” he bit off. “So I’m not a monster?”

About The Author - 

Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up.  And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.

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