Moonlight Haunting (Ashton Grove Werewolves)

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One hot werewolf. One determined ghost. And a woman with a choice…

Cole is secretly a werewolf… will Cassie be able to handle the truth? Or will the fact that he turns furry turn her off…

More importantly, will Cole be able to handle Cassie’s psychic abilities? With ghosts popping up here and there, will they have a shot at a real romance?

Cassie has a choice to make. Will she choose the hottest werewolf of all, or the ghost of her dreams?

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Prologue

Cassie woke up in a cold sweat, heart pounding and gasping for breath.  The sheets were tangled around her legs and twisted in her sweat slicked palms. She’d been gifted with the sight—able to see ghosts, and occasionally she would get premonitions through her dreams.  This one had scared her more than most. She blinked the moisture out of her eyes as her vision adjusted to the darkness of the room around her.

“Shhh, it’s okay.  You just had a bad dream,” a deep masculine voice soothed, strong arms wrapping around her body.

Cassie looked up into Matt’s ruggedly handsome face.  How many nights had he helped her through horrifying dreams?  How many times had he been there for her when no one else was? Matt had been her rock ever since they met, and his presence always soothed her. He was her best friend and she wasn’t sure what she would have done without him.

“It seemed so real,” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder, enjoying the comfort his strength lent her. It wasn’t often he held her like this, but when it happened she melted into his embrace.

“I’m sure it did, but you’re safe and sound in your bed at home.  Nothing is going to harm you,” he assured her, stroking her hair softly.

Cassie nodded her head, but wasn’t quite ready to go back to sleep, worried the dream would return.  Flickers of the gruesome scenes tormented her. A crime not yet committed, and one she wouldn’t be able to stop, just like all the others. Why was she plagued with the horrific visions if she couldn’t help? The people involved were often faceless entities. Sometimes she felt the helplessness of the victims and other times the surge of anger or lust from the perpetrator.

“Thank you for being here,” she murmured.

Matt chuckled softly in her ear. “Where else would I go?  I can think of no one else I’d rather haunt.”

Closing her eyes, Cassie laid back down with a slight smile on her face.  She was never quite sure if Matt preferred to haunt her over anyone else because she could see him, or if he truly enjoyed her company. Opening her eyes, she realized Matt had disappeared.  Sighing, she rolled to her side and tried to go back to sleep, ignoring the ache she felt inside whenever he was near.

Being in love with a ghost sucked.

Chapter One

Cassie woke the next morning to sunlight streaming through the window, the warm rays caressing her face.  It looked like it was going to be a beautiful autumn day, the orange and red leaves outside rustling in the breeze.  She stretched and glanced at the clock, a gasp escaping her lips as she noticed the time.  She’d overslept and was going to be late.  Jumping out of the bed, she ran into the bathroom, flicking the light on as she shut the door.

Cassie turned on the shower, letting the water warm while she brushed her teeth and untangled her hair. When she stepped into the watery paradise, she shut the shower curtain and just stood under the stream for a few minutes, letting the heat soak into her. She picked up her strawberry shampoo, squeezing a generous amount into her palm before working it through her long locks. As the suds washed down the drain, she thought about the day ahead.

Today was the beginning of an adventure.  She was going out of town with two of her best friends.  Whispering Lake, North Carolina seemed like the perfect get away vacation.  A girls’ only trip that Cassie hoped would include a hot guy or two. Preferably of the living variety. She might love Matt, but there could never be anything between them, nothing more than friendship.

Snatching her loofah off the hook on the wall, she poured her favorite body wash on it and began scrubbing herself from head to toe. When she was finished, she took a moment to shave before shutting off the water and getting out. The air was cool and goose bumps erupted across her skin as she wrapped her towel around her body. She grabbed another towel out from under the sink and wrapped it around her hair, squeezing the moisture from the tresses.

The mirror had fogged over and she swiped her hand across the surface, clearing a swatch of glass so that she could see herself. She smoothed moisturizer on her face, then picked up her body lotion and slathered the cream on her arms and legs. When she opened the bathroom door, a puff of steam billowed out into her bedroom. She dried off in a hurry and pulled on her favorite blue sweater and most comfortable pair of low-rise jeans. Slipping on a pair of low-heeled boots, she pulled her suitcase out from under the bed, tossing clothes in as she pulled them out of drawers and off of hangers.

Grabbing a small bag out of her closet, she gathered her bathroom essentials, cramming them in the case.  With her hands on her hips, she surveyed the room. Had she forgotten anything? Toothbrush? Check. Socks and undies? Check. Cassie nibbled her lower lip as she looked around, feeling as if something was missing, yet not able to find anything amiss.

Cassie caught her reflection in the mirror across the room and walked over to it.  Her hair was still soaked and she groaned as she realized she was going to be even later. Hurrying into the bathroom, she clicked on the hairdryer and began drying the long, chestnut tresses that hung nearly to her waist. With her green gaze fastened on her reflection, she made quick work of taming her wild hair. She turned off the hairdryer and ran a brush through the length, untangling the mass. When she was finished, she tossed her hairbrush into the small case on the bed and zipped it up.

Picking up both cases, she turned around and headed toward the bedroom door, pausing when she felt a chill in the air. She turned and smiled when she saw Matt sitting on the edge of her bed, gorgeous as always. Frozen forever at the age of twenty-seven, he would always look youthful and far too sexy for his own good. Or hers. It had been fifty years since he’d been murdered, but his arms still bulged with muscles, his waist was just as tapered as it had been the day he’d breathed his last. His sandy hair fell over his forehead, his blue eyes looked troubled.

“Leaving without saying goodbye?”

Cassie smiled. “It’s easier to say goodbye when you’re here.  I thought you had forgotten that I was leaving today.”

She put her bags down and walked over to Matt.  Sitting on his lap, she threw her arms around him in a big bear hug.  This was one of the times Cassie didn’t mind her gift so much.  While she had trouble speaking with most living guys, she was able to be herself with Matt and could talk to him about anything.  They had been best friends since the day they met six years before.

“I didn’t forget, but I had hoped you would change your mind.  I don’t like the idea of you being gone for a week,” Matt told her with a worried expression. “Anything could happen to you and I wouldn’t be able to stop it.”

“You’re just afraid that you’ll miss me and be lonely.” Cassie looked at him and grinned.

“I already know that I’ll miss you, but that isn’t why I wish you would stay here.  I just have a bad feeling about this trip of yours.” Matt sighed and buried his face in her neck.  “I wish that I could go with you, watch over you. Something feels off, like something bad is coming.”

Cassie sighed and snuggled closer to him. She would love nothing more than to have Matt with her over the next week, but they had both researched the matter extensively and hadn’t found a way for him to leave Ashton Grove.  Well, that wasn’t entirely true.  Cassie knew that she could bind Matt to her with magick, but she didn’t want to take away his free will.  What Cassie couldn’t figure out was what kept Matt in Ashton Grove.  He had told her on more than one occasion that he wasn’t from Ashton Grove and he hadn’t died in her small hometown.  If he had been able to leave the place of his death, why was he stuck in Ashton Grove now?  It didn’t make any sense.

“I wish you could come with me too, but we haven’t been able to find anything on the subject of ghosts traveling from one place to another.  I know there has to be a way, but we’re out of time.  My friends are leaving in less than two hours.”  Cassie kissed Matt on the cheek and stood up.  “I have to go.  I’ll miss you!”

“I’ll miss you, too.  If I find a way out of Ashton Grove, I’ll come and find you.”

 

 

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— From Between Two Wolves —

Brandt and his meeting were completely forgotten as Nolen strode toward her. He leaned over her and she placed her hands on his bare chest. She felt the thud of his heart against her palms, but more than that, she felt his strength. She needed that strength right now. She needed him.

Nolen cupped her cheek and lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her slowly, tenderly. Falan felt herself warming from the inside out. Nolen’s kisses made her melt.

from Between Two Wolves

— A discussion between Brandt and Falan (Between Two Wolves) —

“The moment I saw you across the club last night I knew I wanted to dance with you. There was something about you that called to me; I just didn’t know what it was. And once I found out you were my mate, you owned me completely. There will never be a woman out there who could ever compare to you.”

He saw the sheen of tears in her eyes as he caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Do you not realize how precious you are to us?” He lowered his head and kissed her gently. “You mean everything to us, baby.”

“Make love to me. Both of you. I want you to show me what I’ve been missing.”

 

Between Two Wolves

Available at Changeling Press and Amazon

Belonging to Hayden

Belonging to Hayden, the first book in the Tales of Moonspell series, is now available from Changeling Press!

Daniela Gillespie has been captured by the local vampire nest in her small hometown. But the last thing she expected to find at the mansion was the man of her dreams.

Alpha werewolf Hayden Collins has traded himself for the safety of his pack, but there’s a loophole. If he finds his mate, both of them will go free. The moment Daniela’s scent wraps around him, he knows she’s the one.

There’s just one problem. One of the nest leaders, Julian Madix, has given them one week to prove they’re mated. If it can’t be done, the vampires will keep Daniela forever.

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EXCERPT

This man, this strong, powerful man, was hers. A tingle of awareness slid down her spine, and she realized that what she wanted more than anything was to feel his lips against hers. She wanted a kiss, and not just any kiss. She wanted a kiss from the man she was destined to love. It was too soon for those feelings just yet, but if what he said was true, if she was his mate, then she knew it would come to pass. Knowing she belonged with someone, that there was a man who would care for her and love her, a man who would treat her right, made her warm inside.

She lifted her palm and placed it on his clean-shaven cheek. His skin was smooth and warm beneath her fingers. Looking up into his chocolate eyes, she rose on tiptoe and pressed her mouth to his. His hand slid through her hair and cradled the back of her head as his lips moved against hers. Daniela gave herself up to the kiss, surrendering to him completely.

Hayden’s teeth grazed her lip, nipping her. She opened, and his tongue slipped inside. The taste of him had her clinging to his shoulders, wanting more. As he plundered her mouth, his arm wrapped around her waist, bringing her even closer.

Daniela could feel how much he wanted her, the proof of his desire straining against the front of his jeans. If he desired her half as much as she wanted him, she knew he wanted nothing more than to lay her down on the bed and make love to her. And with his lips coaxing her in a sensual dance, she was almost ready for that same thing.

His hands stay in respectable places, but his touch lit her on fire. Flames of desire swept over her with every caress. She found herself leaning into his touch, wanting more of it, needing the feel of his hands on her skin.

Her nipples peaked, and she felt her pussy weep. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, more than six months since her last boyfriend, and she’d never been with a man like Hayden. She could only imagine what it would be like to make love with him. To feel those incredible lips and hands on her body, caressing her everywhere, would be amazing.

Moonlight Savior, an Ashton Grove Werewolves novel

Ramsey has returned to Ashton Grove with Luna. They’re only friends, but she wants to be much more, and she isn’t shy about letting people know. Knowing that Ramsey doesn’t want her, Luna will stop at nothing to make him her own.

But Ramsey has someone else in mind as his mate. When he meets his best friend’s sister, he can’t take his eyes off her. While having Harper by his side is wonderful, they have a bumpy road ahead of them. Especially when a werewolf from her past moves to Ashton Grove.

Moonlight Savior is book 5 in the Ashton Grove Werewolves series and will release mid-December 2011 in e-book. Look for it at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon Kindle.

And the words continue flowing …

Last Thursday my current novel was progressing, but not as quickly as I had hoped.  It was hanging at 58,000 words or so.  I had hoped to finish it by October and here it is, close to Thanksgiving, and I’m still plugging away on it.  I’m happy to say that I’m now at a little over 70,000 words and counting!

I don’t know if it’s the weather or the time of year… I’ve noticed that around Thanksgiving and Christmas there seems to be a different spirit in the air.  The spirit of giving, of hope, and apparently, creativity.  It seems that the muses favor this time of year, or at least mine does!

Maybe my next blog will be one of excellent news —  the completion of Book 1 in the Ashton Grove Werewolves saga!