Blood Moon Rising
Genre: Werewolf PNR
Publisher: Indigo Dreamer Press
Date of Publication: February, 2014 (Fourth Edition, October, 2016)
Number of pages: 114
Word Count: 33k
When the Blood Moon rises, the wolves come out to playâ¦ and find their mates.
Danica has about given up on love. In a last-ditch attempt at finding âthe one,â she agrees to a blind date through an online dating service. But instead of finding roses and romance, she finds someone intent on killing her. That is, until the mysterious, brooding Gage shows up to save herâ¦.
Gage is running out of time to find a mate. If the Blood Moon sets before he can find her, heâll lose the rank of packmasterâand the peace within the pack heâs worked so hard to obtain. When he saves a luscious blonde in the parking lot of a bar, he has no idea she is his mateâuntil he Marks her with his touch.
Determined to keep her safe at any cost, Gage whisks Danica away into a hidden world full of lust, unlikely love, and treachery. Someoneâs put a hit on his mate, and heâs hell-bent on finding out who, all while the Blood Moon looms closer, threatening to destroy his chances at true love forever. That is, if somethingâor someoneâdoesnât kill the woman heâs falling for first.
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âMates and Mistletoeâ
A Blood Moon Rising story
When Blake reluctantly agrees to go to a pack Christmas party, the last thing on his mind is finding his mate. But fateâand possibly Santaâhas other plansâ¦
Blake observed the party with a look of supreme distaste. Crescent Manor had been decked out in blue and white twinkle lights, silver garland, and sparkly tinsel. Just looking at it made his eyes hurt. Not to mention the smell. Oh, God, if he ever had to smell pine, cinnamon, or pumpkin spice whatever-the-hell-it-was-called again, it would be too soon. Being a werewolf royally sucked sometimes, mainly the enhanced sense of smell. And this placeâhis damn home for the past fifteen yearsâwas doing nothing but reminding him why he hated the holidays.
Everybody here seemed to have found a date or had brought their mates. All but him.
It wasnât his fault he couldnât find a mate. Hell, heâd tried dating. And rutting. That part he especially enjoyed. But the Mating Mark, the mystical symbol that designated his soul mate, had yet to appear on anyone. Which was supremely frustrating.
Damn, did the universe hate him that much? He was thirty-five, for shitâs sake. And he was beginning to wonder if, maybe, he was destined to be alone for the rest of his life.
His best friend and fellow Moonstruck Pack member, Ryan, walked up to him, interrupting his scowling. Ryan had gotten a little more into the Christmas spirit, wearing a red button down and black slacks. Blake, on the other hand, had gone with a Metallica T-shirt that should have been thrown away ten years ago, a pair of rugged jeans, and his shit-kickers. Like hell he was dressing up for a party he didnât want to attend in the first place. These people had been lucky heâd shown up to this damn circus. If it were up to him, he wouldâve stayed up in his room, reading. Yeah, yeah, despite appearances and general âdonât give a shitâ demeanor, he loved a good Brandon Sanderson novel.
Ryan surveyed him with a knowing twinkle in his eye and nudged him. âSomeone piss in your champagne?â
âThis ainât champagne. I hate that bubbly shit. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a Guinness. Poured it in this fancy glass so Alara doesnât yell at me.â Alara, the queen of the Moonstruck Pack and one of the newest additions to their ever-expanding family, was the only reason heâd deigned to show up to this shit show. One, because she was a hell of a leader and business woman. In the past few months since sheâd been here, sheâd increased profits from the packâs real estate business by fifty percent. Blake, loving the shit out of math and money, could appreciate that. Especially since he was the packâs accountant.
Two, he downright respected Alara. Not only was she smart, level-headed, and beautiful, she was into epic fantasy. After her mate, Nik, convinced her to binge-watch the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy and all six seasons of Game of Thrones, she was hooked to the genre. Knowing he was a big fan himself, sheâd asked to borrow his wide collection of fantasy books. Heâd happily obliged, and the two of them had become fast friends.
Friends or not, however, this was downright torture. But it wouldnât be right, for political or friendshipsâ sakes, for him not to attend. Alara was one of the few people he considered a true friend. Plus, he was the packâs accountant, and he loved his job. He wasnât about to spit in their faces by not spending Christmas Eve in hell, er, at a party.
Ryan was quiet a moment. âYouâve been holding that wall up all night. Gonna come talk to some of us?â
âNah. People seem too busy sharing pup pictures and dancing with their mates.â
Ryan tried not to look ashamed. Heâd found his own mate, Stephanie, about a month back. Blake had been both thrilled for his bud and disgruntled their bachelor evenings were coming to an end.
Blake rolled his eyes, giving Ryan a dry smile. âYou donât have to hide your happinessâor your mateâfrom me, man. Iâm glad you found Steph.â
Ryanâs shoulders seemed to relax, and he looked out at the dancing crowd. They were in the parlor. The furniture had been pushed aside to make room for a dance floor. A gorgeous brunette danced with a group of friends. Her face lit up when she saw Ryan, and she smiled and waved.
A stupid-happy grin, one that Blake couldnât help feeling jealous of, lit up Ryanâs face as he waved back.
He and Blake made small talk after that, with Blake checking the clock every couple of minutes. God, had time stopped? Shit, he loved his best friend, but he couldnât take much more of this. Every second here reminded him of how alone he felt, and exacerbated his fear that he would never find someone to share his life with.
After a conversation about hockey, another of Blakeâs true loves, Blake said, âHey, man, Iâm gonna grab another beer and get some air. Care to join?â
A slow song started, and people went for their dates or mates. Stephanie started to approach. âNah, man. I owe Steph a dance. Promised her before we came down. Iâll catch up with you later for that beer.â
âHolding you to that.â He said âhelloâ to Stephanie before slipping from the room.
After snagging another beer from the kitchen, he let himself outside, onto the back patio. Nobody was out there. One, because it was freaking freezing, even for a werewolf. Their body temperatures ran hotter than that of a normal human, but cold was cold. And the air was practically subzero.
His breath fogged as he looked up at the stars, at the open sky, full moon, and silvery tips of trees in the forest surrounding the property. This place was beautiful. Always had been, even when it had sometimes felt like a prison during Malachiteâs reign.
Blake shivered, banishing thoughts about that psychopath to the recesses of his mind. After filing those bloody, dark memories away in the archive of âShit Heâd Rather Not Think About,â he took another swig of his beer about the same time a husky voice said, âTaking a break from the glitter festival, too?â
Blake nearly choked on his beer as he struggled to swallow and inhale at the same time. Whirling, he could barely make out the curvy figure standing in the shadows. Then she stepped into a pool of moonlight, and he forgot how to breathe.
She was gorgeous, like something from a dream. With curves that would make Marilyn Monroe jealous and long, satiny blond hair that tumbled over her shoulders in waves, she looked like a siren come to steal him away into the night. Her dress was black, shimmery, and skin-tight, clinging to her like a second skin. Her four-inch crimson pumps made her nearly as tall as his six foot five.
A wave of desire made his skin hot, and an assortment of lustful thoughts filled his mind.
Clearing his throat, he shifted his weight and angled his body in such a way he hoped it would mask any obvious signs of his growing desire.
Could it be a mating fever, the time when all a werewolf could think about was sex? Possibly. Then again, sex was usually at the back of his thoughts, especially since he hadnât had any in the past two months. Work had simply kept him too busy.
But now, in the presence of this dream girl, he found he couldnât stop thinking about how soft her skin would feel or what her full, cherry-red lips would taste like.
As if sensing what he was thinking, she slowly smiled, and his heart skipped a beat.
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âLola Taylorâ is a pen name created for the romances I canât show my grandma without blushing. My favorite genre to write is romantic suspense, usually involving hot werewolves, warlocks, or any other type of paranormal creature. Keep the action hot and the romance hotterâthatâs my motto! Iâm a horror film junkie, I still love Halloween as an adult (seriously, I think I get more excited for it than some kids do), and what precious spare time I have is spent with my family, reading (everything from sci fi to middle grade), playing the flute, painting pretty pictures, or screwing around on Pinterest or Etsy. Hailing from the South, I currently live in the Midwest with five fur babies and my hubby.
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