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Hunter's Moon, Book Three of the Moon Series, Available Now

It’s here! Hunter’s Moon is finally available in e-book from Samhain Publishing.

This is the third book in the Moon Series and further chronicles Jason and Rose’s journey. It’s been three years since the events in Blood Moon and things have gotten a lot hairier (pun intended) for the werewolf heroes. Jason has been having strange dreams and Rose, distraught by his obsession with the past, struggles to keep their relationship strong—which is soon becoming a losing battle.

Hunter’s Moon was the most difficult for me to write because it went through so many stages and changes. The book in its finished format is nothing like its original inception. The story line changed so many times, I was afraid it would never get written at all. I couldn’t seem to settle on one idea, or I couldn’t quite come up with how I wanted to work certain situations into the book.

But thanks to a wonderful friend, who’s ideas were invaluable, I was able to finish the book, incorporate some new plot twists and even continue with another (uncontracted as of yet) Moon Series novel.

It’s been a wonderful ride so far.
You can find purchasing information for Hunter’s Moon at:

http://www.samhainpublishing.com/

or

visit my author website at http://www.rosemariewolf.com

Here is an excerpt from Hunter’s Moon, Book Three of the Moon Series:

“Rose.” He was shocked to see her standing in the PRDI kitchen. Her hair was tied back into a severe ponytail, her high forehead shiny with a faint sheen of sweat. He recognized her thin-lipped smile as one of sarcasm and anger. Her scent was strong, musky, but slightly different. He didn’t get much of a chance to breathe it in before she strolled forward and slapped him.

“You,” she spat. He recognized the anger in her eyes. It was almost such that it could’ve been his reflection. “How could you do that?”

“Do what? Shit, Rose, that hurt.” He rubbed his cheek and stared sternly at her.

“You deserved it. You know what the fuck I mean,” she said and she sounded angry.

“You left. You didn’t come back for the gathering—”

“Oh, dear God, Rose, don’t start this.”

“Start what, Jason? You’re the one who started this. You should’ve been there. It’s your duty—”

Jason rubbed his jaw where the pain throbbed. He stared at Rose. She trembled, standing there in her leather jacket, a few feet away from him. He interrupted her.

“You sound a lot like your cousin, you know that?”

Rose let out a deep breath. “Well, it’s the only way I can get you to talk to me any more.” She continued, “It’s your duty to be there for your pack. You’re the alpha male. They are your family. We were expecting you to be there.”

“Well, things come up, Rose,” he shouted back at her. He could no longer hold in his anger. He took one step toward her and towered over her short form. “I had something to do.”

“Yeah, I know, find Simon. Simon, Simon, Simon—that’s all I hear from you any more.” If Rose was intimidated by him, she didn’t show it. He couldn’t even detect a fear-scent from her, though there was something else…

“Simon is dead, Jason. Why can’t you understand that?” Her voice was softer. Jason avoided looking at her. He expected her warm hand to touch his arm, but she didn’t move. “He’s not coming back.”

“No, that’s not true.” He shook his head and finally forced himself to look at her. He saw the hurt in her eyes, the pain, but he shut it out. “Simon is alive, Rose. I can feel it.”

“How, Jason?”

“I don’t know, Rose.” He sighed and once more looked away. “You know how it is with my biological mother.”

“She was psychic. You’ve told me that,” she said, in a slightly annoyed tone. “I know that you have some inclination to those abilities, but—”

“And they are getting stronger,” he broke in. “I can’t explain it, Rose, but it’s like with that kid, Aidan.” He saw her flinch at his name. The boy’s death was still a harsh reminder of Simon’s cruelty. “It’s like what he could do, see the future, but not quite.”

“You are not a precog, love. We’ve talked about this—”

“No, but I’m something. Ever since Simon…” He trailed off and faintly shook his head.

“I don’t want to hear about Simon any more. That’s behind us, love. Even if there’s some slim chance he is alive.” Jason shot her a look but she didn’t stop. “I don’t think he would come after us again. I mean, we completely ruined him.”

“Rose, I know what it is I feel, and I know Simon is out there. I can’t rest until I find him.”

Rose took a deep breath and finally looked up at him. Her blue eyes were wide, almost fearful, but there was a touch of anger there.

“You are letting Simon continue to destroy us,” she said in a whisper. “I’m scared, love. I’m afraid that, if you go on like this, he will tear us apart.”

Instead of reaching out to comfort her as he might’ve done in the past, he turned from her and looked toward the window. The sun was up and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

“You have to listen to me, Jason. I’m sorry I hit you.” She touched his face and her hand was warm, as he expected. His cheek no longer throbbed, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if her hand had left a large red print. “I was just so angry with you.”

“I know. I don’t blame you.” He drew away from her and walked across the floor. He began to work the coffee maker, putting in a new filter and filling it with coffee. He poured the water in, switched it on. Rose still stood where she was.

“Can’t you just forget about him and move on with your life, our lives?”

“Is that why you came here, to change my mind?” He reached for a mug in the cabinet. When Rose didn’t say anything, he turned to look at her.

Her cheeks were red and wet from tears freshly fallen. He made a move forward, but Rose signaled for him to stop and he came no closer.

She wiped at her eyes with the palm of her hand. “I want you to come home and forget about Simon. Put the past behind you and focus on our future, our family, our pack. We all need you. Please come home.”

Jason could only stare at her. He breathed in deeply, caught a whiff of that strong scent once more. This time he recognized it. It was the scent of female arousal, musky and strong. It was maddening, this scent, now that he was aware of it. She was in heat.

He took a deep breath before he could say anything. “Rose,” he said softly. Once he recognized her scent for what it was, it was overwhelming. He had to look away, as if that would help. “Rose, I can’t do that.”