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Blood Moon, book Two of the Moon Series, Finally Here!

Those of you who are chomping at the bit because of the cliff hanger ending to the first book, Sweet Moon Dreams, need not wait any longer. Now you can find out what happened to Jason and Rose and find out what the hunters are really up to. You may just be surprised…

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“Blood Moon” by Rose Marie Wolf
Genre: Paranormal

ISBN: 1-59998-527-6
Length: Novel
Price: 5.50
Publication Date: July 10, 2007
Purchase from Samhain Publishing and MBaM

Werewolf hunter Simon Conner is so close to achieving his goal—or so he thinks. Little does he know that the werewolf he left for dead has awakened to avenge himself and the disappearance of his mate.

This is Book Two of the Moon Series. Books are recommended to be read in order.

Here’s an excerpt:

They arrived at the storefront well after sunrise. Jason carried her inside while Davis lent a helping hand to Claire. Glen held the door open for them.

“I can walk fine, Jason,” Rose told him once he had carried her inside the door. He set her down reluctantly and she turned to face the room. Four unfamiliar faces peered at her.

“Who are these people?”

“Friends, fellow weres,” Glen answered as he walked past her. “They’ve helped us, and in some ways, we’ve helped them.”

The blonde woman stood from the couch, her face wide with a smile. Rose watched her apprehensively.

“I’m glad you found her, Jason,” she said as she strolled over. She hit Jason on the back in congratulations. She looked to Rose. “Don’t be threatened by me. My name is Cheyenne and I helped Jason procure that sweet set of wheels out there. It’s nice to meet you, finally. I’m glad you’re safe.”

Rose could only nod at her. She turned her attention to right where two teenage boys and a teenage girl stood. They were all weres. She could smell it.

“Jason, you didn’t tell me your mate was Rose Sullivan.” The teenage girl stared at Rose in awe, and Rose was uncomfortable with the attention. “I’ve read your books—”

“Not now, Aurora. Later. Rose has been through a lot,” Jason said.
“Take her to the bedroom,” Glen said. “She can rest there.”

“And maybe take a shower,” Rose said in a small voice. Water dripped from her clothes to the floor, leaving a water trail as Jason led her away from them all. Davis helped Claire to the couch.

“Who’s this?” Slater asked. He stared at her with scrutiny. “She’s human.”

“She helped me escape.” Rose turned from the doorway. “She’s all right.”

Slater stared at Rose and opened his mouth to say something in protest. Davis interrupted him.

“Claire’s fine. She’s on our side. We can trust her.” The tone in his voice suggested no more disagreement. Slater snorted and crossed his arms. He sat in a seat near Glen and glared. No one else said anything for a while. Everyone was brooding as if trying to decide on something. Rose and Jason waited in the doorway.

“I’m sure we are all just as tired as Rose is. Why don’t we all get some sleep?” It was Glen that broke the silence.

“Where? There’s only the couch and your cot for us to sleep on, and the floor is none to comfortable,” Cheyenne pointed out. The couch was being used by Claire, who had her leg stretched out and elevated on a cushion. Glen’s brow furrowed.

“You’re right.”

“No problem though,” Cheyenne continued. “I can make a quick run to some place open this early. I can get us some sleeping bags, food, and whatever else we need. I think Rose would appreciate some clean clothes.” She pointed a thumb in her direction.

“Yeah.” Rose leaned against Jason. “I would like that very much.”

“And I’m hungry.” Rebel spoke up the first time since Rose arrived. He glanced at his sister who was nodding vigorously. “We both are.”

A murmur of agreement went through the room and Glen nodded. “That’s settled. All right. Cheyenne will get some supplies.”

“I’ll go with her,” Aurora spoke up, stepping away from her brother. No one protested and Cheyenne smiled at her.

“Sure thing, hon. It’s always good to have an extra set of hands.”

“I want to help.” Claire sat up a bit, and reached for her pocket. She pulled out a wallet and opened it. She produced several bills of twenties and fifties. She held the wad of bills out for Cheyenne to take. She took it, lifting an eyebrow slightly as she thumbed through the bills.

“Get your coat,” she said. Aurora moved quickly to do so.

“I want to help,” Claire repeated as Cheyenne as reached for her coat draped over the back of the couch. “I want to do some good. I’m tired of all the bad. If I can, I want to help correct some of the wrongs Simon has done.”

“I know, hon. I’ll put it to good use. Don’t worry about that. It’s a pretty good amount. You rich?”

Claire hesitated then let out a breath. “My parents were. It’s what they left me. It’s only gotten me into trouble. I just want to help.”

Cheyenne nodded that she understood and turned her attention to Rose in the doorway.

“Sizes?”

Rose sighed tiredly. She could barely keep her eyes open. “I wear a size twelve.”

“Shoes.”

“Eight. I’m not picky about what you get. Anything will do.” She gave a weak smile. “Thanks.” She supported her weight against Jason, who pulled her close to him and held her upright.

“Not a problem. I’m glad to do it.” Cheyenne smiled and slipped on her jacket. “Let’s go, ‘Rora.” They left, Aurora closing the door behind them. A moment later, Cheyenne’s truck started and they pulled out of the lot.

“I’m tired, love.” Rose said, turning to face him. She smiled weakly again. “I want to get a shower, and some sleep.”
Jason only nodded and led her into the bedroom.

*

“I can’t believe they are all dead.” Rose’s words were barely intelligible amid her sobs. “The whole PRDI. Gavin, Mary, Anna…”
She let out a great sob and buried her face in Jason’s chest. She sat in his comforting arms. He could find very little words to soothe her, but he tried.

“It’s all right now, love,” he whispered into her hair. “You’re safe.”

“It’s all my fault,” she said, muffled against his chest. She pulled back. Her face and eyes were wet and red. He rubbed her shoulders gently. “They wanted me. Simon wanted me, and everyone else was killed because of me. It’s my fault.”

“Stop it, Rose. It’s over now.” He stroked her hair and back. Her tears slipped down her face, and he stopped the tears with a wipe of his thumb. “No more crying.”

She sniffled a little and pulled back from him to wipe her nose and face. “I can’t help it, Jason. I feel… I mean, if it hadn’t been for me…”

“It’s not your fault.” He was adamant. “Simon would’ve done the same thing to anyone else. It’s not because of you.”

Rose shook her head. “No, love, you don’t understand. He wanted me…wanted to use me…” She held her hands up helplessly and stared at him. Fresh tears started and quickly he drew her near. She collapsed into his arms in fresh sobs.

“I know, Rose…I know…”

But he didn’t know. He hadn’t known that was Simon’s true purpose, but somehow it made sense. He clenched his hands into a tight fist, not wanting to hurt Rose in his embrace. Simon was going to pay for everything he had done to Rose, for everything he had done to those close to her. He was going to pay for leaving Jason to die, when he should’ve finished the job.