Heart of a Rocky follows along by two members of the Order of Rockys. But what does being a Rocky even mean?
The Rockys are a tightly knit group of Lycans, who come from any of the six Lycan forms to train under the revered--and feared--leadership of Mikko Wayne.
Formed almost 300 years ago, the Order was among the first packs in North America. Since the presence of humans--and the Hunters by extension-- was more scarce, the founding members of the Order were mostly Talas, the wolf-form Lycans. As both humans and Hunters started to flood the shores of North America, the few Lycans banded together, training and becoming the lethal group Lycans known to decimate any who oppose them.
One of the most important facts about the Order of Rockys is that a Rocky is never alone. Like much of the Gardinian universe, they are bound together through ceremony and the worship to the Gardinian gods. Unlike many of the other residents of Earth, their faith has never wavered. As a unit their faith is one of the strongest things about them, but with a blessing from the God of Gods, their faith is never in question.
Becoming a Rocky is a task that no one undertakes lightly. Failure to complete the Withstanding, the Rocky trials, will result in death of the Lycan, which is why the selection process is almost as strenuous as the Withstanding itself.
However, once the Withstanding is complete, the successful Lycan joins a long tradition of powerful Lycans. He or she will recite the Rocky oath and join a family bound tighter than the one they were born into.
"I am Legendary."--Order of Rockys
Heart of a Rocky
The Gardinian World Series
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Booktrope Publishing
Date of Publication: October 15, 2014
Number of pages: 210
Cover Artist: Greg Simanson
Tor Omar James, King of the North African pride, needs one woman if he has any hope of keeping his sanity – Anise, his Soul’s Mate. There’s only one problem: she’s pregnant by Derrick, Tor of the United States pride. Anise is caught between the love that every Lycan covets and the motherly devotion to the son she would sacrifice so much for. Can Omar survive the takeover of the US pride and convince Anise that he is more man than lion?
Asim Tyson, the Defender of the Hafiz, is fighting off the insanity of his longing after losing his Soul’s Mate in battle. Unfortunately, his self-centered existence results in the gross neglect of his people when they need him the most. When Harmony appears in his life, he is forced to make a choice. Should he resist the lure of Harmony’s caustic melody or embrace his weakness in order to keep her safe?
Excerpt 2 The Defender:
TYSON STARED DOWN THE HALL where his office was to the door of his bedroom. It had been more than half an hour, and Isis still hadn’t exited the room. He took two steps before he became aware that someone else was in his house.
“You’re a dumbass.”
He turned to his left to see the last god he wanted occupying his personal space leaning against the bathroom door.
“Meaning?” he asked the God of Destruction. He didn’t really care about the answer, because Lykil would likely say something meant to piss him off.
“Who the hell declines sex?”
“Admit it, you’re scared.”
“What exactly am I scared of?”
“Intimacy. Poor you. Lost your Soul’s Mate, and now you can’t deal. Boo-fucking-hoo. Life is terrible if you let it be.”
Tyson watched Lykil for a few moments before he simply nodded. He walked down the hallway to his living room where he relaxed on the sofa. He hoped by turning on his TV he’d find a distraction and discourage the god from hanging around.
“Ignored by a mortal. Lykil, that’s a new one.”
Tyson turned to the sound of Ronan’s voice.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Forced compliance,” Ronan answered with a shrug.
Tyson froze, hoping Ronan wasn’t implying they would soon be joined by more Rockys. Ronan—an observant fucker from growing up surrounded by females—didn’t miss his facial twitch.
“Yeah, you’re readable as shit when you’re irritated,” Lykil said, obviously reading his thoughts. “And calm down. The Rockys aren’t here. They don’t really like you too much right now, remember?
You have the benefit of Ronan and a contingent of the Blue Ridge fighters on call if the need arises. Omar also has some local Alesers from Zareb Joey’s pride ready when we say the word.”
“Five Lycans showed up here looking for her. I killed them. I’m waiting until her Rut is over until I hunt down the ones who took her in the first place. Why in the hell would I need so many Lycans to help me do a one-person job?”
Lykil sat next to Tyson on the sofa, making him uncomfortably aware how much space an eternal being could occupy.
“I can make you more uncomfortable. We could cuddle and watch one of Ronan’s movies. There’s a lot of moaning and bodily fluids.”
Ronan and Tyson answered in unison. “I don’t watch porn, asshole.”
Lykil shrugged. “Your loss. That goes for both of you. I can cuddle like no one else, and porn is amazing. The things people do to get off inspires the worst parts of me.”
“There’s something worse than this conversation?” Tyson asked, shifting away from Lykil.
About the Author:
Kelsey Jordan is the author of The Gardinian World novels. Though she has a preference for all things paranormal and romantic, Kelsey admits she just writes what her muse demands of her. It’s less painful that way. When she isn’t enjoying the momentary benefits of playing god to the many characters that live in her head, she can usually be found curled up with a book, killing something in a video game, or spending time with her family. At some point in the day she is probably drinking more than her recommended dose of coffee, but don’t tell her that. She doesn’t care about recommended servings.
As a Texas native and self-described Air Force brat, Kelsey now lives in Georgia with her husband and their tutu-wearing minion.