Friday, May 13, 2016

Blogtour: How To Wish Upon A Star by Eli Easton

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How To Wish Upon A Star

Howl At The Moon #3 


Dr. Jason Kunik is working on the most earth-shattering genetics project ever, DNA mapping of a new species, the quickened—dogs who can shift into human form.  The problem is, no one knows the quickened exist and Jason can’t betray them by publishing his studies. When he moves to Mad Creek to continue his research in a town full of quickened, all he wants is peace, quiet, and to be allowed to bury himself in his work.  Perhaps if he figures how out the mutation is activated, he can silence his own inner dog forever.
Milo is a hospice comfort dog who has bonded with, and lost, many beloved patients in his life. He intuitively understands sickness and pain on a spiritual level most can’t see. When he gains the ability to become a man, he thinks he finally has everything he ever wanted. But being a man isn’t the same thing as being loved, and taking shelter in Mad Creek isn’t the same thing as finding a home.
When a mysterious illness hits Mad Creek and threatens all the quickened in town, it’s up to the scientist and the comfort dog to figure out what it is and how to stop it. Along the way they might discover that true love is possible—if you wish upon a star.
This is the third book in the “Howl at the Moon” series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.

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Exclusive Excerpt

"Third item—new pack members. We have a couple of people to introduce tonight. First is Dr. Jason Kunik. Some of you may remember Jason since he went to high school here. He moved away to college and became a scientist. Or something. Anyway, he just recently moved back to town."
Lance raised an eyebrow at Jason, and Jason, feeling like an idiot, waved his hand. He was not going to draw this out by correcting Lance—a geneticist, thank you very much. No, the attention on him needed to end instantly, thanks.
He glanced around the room. When his gaze met Penny’s, she burst into tears. Jason lowered his hand guiltily.
Lance cleared his throat. "All right. There's another new member. Milo." Lance looked around. "Is Milo here?"
"I'll get him," Lily said in a loud stage whisper. She did an exaggerated tiptoe over to the buffet table, lifted the tablecloth, and peeked under it. "Milo, honey, can you come out and say hello? Come on, it's all right."
Jason wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't the creature that came crawling out from under the table. He was young, first of all. His human form looked no more than mid-twenties. That was highly unusual for a first-gen. He'd probably been no more than two or three years old as a dog when he'd gotten the spark. Most dogs took years to bond with their owners sufficiently to get “activated.” And that made Jason remember what Minnie had said—that Milo was owned by the staff of a hospital. That didn't make any sense at all.
There was no doubt Milo was newly quickened, though. His shoulders were hunched up as if he wanted to hide, and his gaze was shyly downcast. He held himself stiffly, like he'd borrowed the body for the night and it was ill-fitting. He was also exceedingly attractive with wavy dark golden blond hair cut short, a tall thin physique, a delicate face, and a small, pointed chin. He was obviously uncomfortable, and Jason's gut twisted up with sympathetic nerves.
"Come on, Milo!" Lily tugged him forward until they were standing next to Lance. Milo kept his chin tilted down, but he looked up from under his lashes, his gaze moving around to peer at all the faces. He stared at Jason for a long moment before moving on. Milo’s eyes were hazel in color and so sad. Ugh. Jason's heart heaved a meaty galumph.
"Right. So this is Milo, everyone," Lance said.
"Hi, Milo!" said everyone. Several of the first-gens shimmied their butts, as if they were excited to see the newcomer.
Milo smiled, but it was wobbly. He clung to Lily's hand so tight she winced. She patted his arm reassuringly. "It's okay, Milo. I told you, we're all one big happy family here. We'll find you a place to stay, and I'll see you all the time. You've got nothing to worry about."
Milo's gaze dropped back down, and he seemed to curl in on himself a little more. Something in Jason's chest broke. It was the weirdest sensation. He wasn't a sentimental man. Far from it. But there was something about Milo made him... feel. Jason shifted uneasily on his feet, wishing Lily would just let Milo go back under the buffet table, if that's where he was comfortable. Why did they have to put him through this?
"We need a bed for Milo," Lily said loudly, still patting his arm. "I'd love to keep him here, but I already have three staying with me. And the cabins are all full, right, Minnie?"
"They're packed," Minnie agreed, fanning herself with a magazine. "And the new cabin won't be done for another two months. He's on the list for a room there, but we need someone to take him in between now and then."
"So that's just a few short weeks," Lily said, as if it were nothing. "And he's the nicest, sweetest boy!" Lily smiled at Milo encouragingly, even though his eyes were still downcast. "Really, he's not even an eensy weensy bit of trouble."
A tremor went through Milo. Sadness and shame reeked off him, and Jason got pissed. Why the hell were they discussing this with Milo standing right there? Couldn't they have discussed his housing arrangements privately?
"We've got a spare room," a deep voice spoke up. It was the big man with the buzz cut, Deputy Roman.
"Yeah, Ro. We can take him," agreed his male partner.
Milo peeked up at them from under his lashes.
"That's very generous of you, Roman," said Lily. "But you and Matt both work long hours. Right now Milo needs a place where there's someone around during the day."
Milo's eyes shifted back to the floor.
"I've got a spare couch for a week," someone said. "Then my aunt's visiting."
"What about Mable? She's home during the day," said someone else.
"We have eight in our cabin, but we can take one more if no one else wants Milo!" Simon spoke up.
Everyone started discussing what should be done with the new kid. It got loud. Like quickened conversations often did, it got sidetracked into an argument about the need to build more cabins. And all the while, Milo stood in the middle of the crowd, looking smaller and smaller.

Jason couldn't take his eyes off Milo. So he sensed, seconds before it happened, what was coming. Milo broke away from Lily and ran for the front door. Jason was three steps ahead of him. He reached the door just before Milo did, and when Milo crashed into him, it seemed like the only possible recourse was to gather Milo into his arms. Milo was stiff for a moment before he melted into Jason’s heavy chest, burying his face in the paisley tie.

The Howl at the Moon Series

About The Author

Having been, at various times and under different names, a minister’s daughter, a computer programmer, a game designer, the author of paranormal mysteries, a fan fiction writer, an organic farmer and a profound sleeper, Eli is happily embarking on yet another incarnation as a m/m romance author.

As an avid reader of such, she is tinkled pink when an author manages to combine literary merit, vast stores of humor, melting hotness and eye-dabbing sweetness into one story.  She promises to strive to achieve most of that most of the time.  She currently lives on a farm in Pennsylvania with her husband, three bulldogs, three cows and six chickens.  All of them (except for the husband) are female, hence explaining the naked men that have taken up residence in her latest fiction writing.

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