Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Excerpt From Full Moon Rising: Tales Of The Werewolf Clan By Sabrina Luna

Here's a very special treat: a pair of excepts from Sabrina Luna's brilliant new book, Full Moon Rising: Tales Of The Werewolf Clan - out now from Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions!

A ferociously hot werewolf romance like no other - packed with sex ... and fur and teeth! Romance can be complicated - but thrilling - when you are a member of a lyanthrope clan. Full Moon Rising is the first installment of an enthralling new series that chronicles turning points in the lives and loves of two of the McShaw's of Heather Grove. Megan McShaw falls for another lycanthrope, Derek Lee. Soon the two are hiding in a cabin in the woods from a rogue werewolf who is out to get Derek after a bar fight reveals he is a lycanthrope but not from the local pack. Meanwhile, woman reporter, Jac Hamilton, comes to Heather Grove to investigate a 'werewolf' story. She meets Ray McShaw and can sense the energy between them. She doesn't dream he is a werewolf, and as the local pack leader is responsible for concealing the truth from her. But Ray winds up trying to protect Jac when a female pack member goes rogue and attacks her. Ray realizes that he has feelings for her - and that even though Jac is human she is also his mate.
Excerpt of "Full Moon Fever"
From Full Moon Rising

Within the warm cab, Ray switched off the radio and glanced to the diner door. Any minute Jac would be heading out to the truck. He drew a breath, attempting to calm his nerves.

He’d felt foolish reaching out and taking her hand. But the heat of their touch and the silkiness of her hand in his had struck a chord deep within him. A chord that resonated through his entire being. He wanted her…bad. The moon fever was escalating, too. The heightened lunar energy would only complicate things. And, also, it was only one night away from full zenith. “I’ll just have to keep my distance,” he vowed.

Jac would never understand. Not only was she a stranger, but she was also human.

Ray cringed. Usually the sithech and full-blooded humans didn’t mix. “It’d be like oil and vinegar,” he muttered under his breath. “It just won’t work. I got a bad feeling about this.” He sighed.

She also wrote for a magazine. That could spell trouble for him in a different way. Ray’s wolf sensibilities were on alert. Damn. I’d better watch what I say around her. He couldn’t win for losing.

With a loud squeak, the passenger door swung open. Jac climbed up into the truck cab. Just looking at her made his resistance weaken. She looked like an angel in blue jeans. The heady scent of vanilla and musk filled his senses as she grinned over at him. Her lips were simply luscious beneath her dark sparkling eyes.

“I’m ready.” She gently placed her bag into the floor board and rubbed her hands together. “Let’s go.”

“Where’s your coat?” he frowned. She was only dressed in an oversized sweater and jeans. “You’re bound to catch a cold running around like that.”

Jac shrugged. “I was too preoccupied this morning. I forgot.”

“That’s no excuse.” He shook his head and reached behind the seat. Finding his wool-lined, denim jacket, he offered it to her with a smile. “Here. The temperature’s going to dip and you’ll be a bit warmer.”

She took the jacket and slid it on. “Well, it’s way too big,” she observed, pushing the sleeves up. “But it’s warm. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” He nodded.

“Are you always this nice to strangers?” She angled her head, gazing over at him perplexed.

“I’m always nice to strangers,” he replied softly. “As long as they’re not too strange.”

Jac gave an amused chuckle.

Leaning in a bit closer, Ray let her essence fill his senses. He wanted to kiss her…right then, right there. Jac didn’t back away. She smiled up at him. She was studying him with an intense gaze, then darted her tongue over her lips. The gesture was so tempting, so inviting. His cock thickened automatically in response.

Before he could blink, Jac placed a tender kiss on his cheek. Ray’s breath caught in his throat.

A horn blasted outside the cab, shattering the magical moment. As if the kiss had never happened, Jac turned her attention back to her seat belt. His heart sank a notch. Sharply, he glanced out the windshield and silently cursed the thoughtless driver, then cleared his throat.

“Well, we’d better be getting you to the garage.” He straightened in the seat, snapping his seatbelt into place. Putting the truck into gear, he pulled out of the diner parking lot.

Silence lingered between them as the truck headed down the road. Despite the briefness of the kiss, his cheek tingled from the warmth of her lips. It was a sensation that spread from his cheek straight to his groin. Attempting to banish the wayward thoughts from his mind, Ray switched on the radio.

“Me and Bobby McGee” filled the confines of the cab. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked over at Jac, who was quietly swaying to the music in the passenger seat. Ray exhaled a soft sigh and hoped the bluesy wailing of Janis Joplin would bring him back to his senses. The last thing in the world he wanted was to fall head-over-heels for her. She was not a sithech, she was human. And he would end up with a broken heart.

Jac didn’t know what had come over her. One second she’d been gazing into Ray’s indigo-blue eyes, the next second she’d kiss his cheek. It must be pheromones, she rationalized. She’d read recently online about the effect of male pheromones on the female species. It was nothing more than a simple, natural reaction. That has to be it.

Ray’s scent permeated the borrowed jacket. Heady musk and warm spice. The scent was making her libido go wild. No wonder she’d impulsively kissed his cheek. If it hadn’t been for the interruption, there was no telling what else might have happened. She winced at the thought. Business before pleasure, she reprimanded herself. However, the wayward kiss brought a smile to her lips.

Jac’s stomach tightened again as the garage appeared over the dashboard. It was going to be one of those days.

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Excerpt of "A Bad Moon Rising" 
From Full Moon Rising

A rustle in the bushes near the car caught Derek’s attention. He stilled, holding his breath. His heart lurched into his throat as he made out a pair of eyes staring at him from the darkened hedge.

The creature leapt out from its hiding place. A large, reddish-hued wolf with green eyes. It was Megan in her sithech form. Derek had never seen another of his kind until now. His heart softened, deep-seated emotions bubbling inside him. Joy and happiness mingled with awe and a dash of fear. “Megan, is that you?” he asked softly, holding his still, uncertain stance. “I was worried about you.”

The wolf let out a low whimper, slowly padding toward him on four paws. Within a few feet of him, she stopped and sniffed the air. Derek knew she sensed his fear. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ve never seen you like uh, this before.” He managed a thin smile. “But you’re beautiful. Really, really beautiful.”

He didn’t know how much of what he said she’d comprehend. In his own experience, he recalled that sometimes he felt human inside, other times not.

“Remember what I said earlier, Derek. Within us, there is a delicate balance between our human side and our sithech.” Derek heard her voice in his head as if she were speaking directly to him. The wolf blinked her big, green eyes, then slowly nodded. “Of course I can understand you.”

“Oh, good!” Derek exhaled a sigh of relief. “For a moment there, I thought I was the lunatic.”

Megan trotted over to the porch and laid a paw on a pile of clothing…her clothing, folded neatly on a wooden plank. She glanced back at him, a glimmer of moonlight in her eyes. “Wait here a moment,” she conveyed, then disappeared around the side of the house. Within a few minutes, a bare arm appeared around the edge of the cabin.

“My clothes, please?” she asked with a wave of her hand. “Sorry I took off like that, but I was feeling a bit edgy. I desperately needed a run in the woods.”

Derek grinned, scooping up the pile and handed them to her. “It’s okay. I understand. I just can’t get over seeing you like that, Meg. You’re a beautiful creature.”

“Gee, thanks!” Megan, now in her human form, rounded the corner, returning his grin. “Maybe I should pose for the cover of National Geographic, huh?” She winked.

He reached out, encircling his arm around her waist and drew her to him. “You’re a beautiful sithech and woman, too.”

In the glow of the moonlight, he saw her cheeks darken with color. She looked so lovely, so tempting—even if she had twigs stuck in her hair.

“Derek, you shouldn’t say such things.” There was a quiver in her voice as she attempted to pull from his grasp.

“Now, hold on, Meg,” he coaxed. “What’s wrong with me finding you attractive?”

“It’s just the moon having its effect on you. You’re not thinking clearly,” she protested.

“Well, I must confess, Ms. McShaw, I found you attractive even before the moon was near full. Does that make you feel any better?” Derek chuckled and leaned closer, catching a whiff of her dark musky scent.

Megan gazed up at him, speechless. He brought a hand up and tenderly brushed away a smug of dirt on her warm cheek with the pad of his thumb. A shiver went through his body like a ghost passing through a wall.

She drew a ragged breath. “Derek, now is not—”

Before she could finish her protest, he kissed her. Her lips were like warm honey, sweet and yielding against his hungry mouth. A low moan escaped from deep in her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, drawing their bodies together.

Every muscle in his body tightened, burning with an inner fire. His cock, buried in the crotch of the borrowed sweatpants, also responded, humming to life.

Involuntarily, his hips pushed forward, rubbing against her, seeking out her heat between the layers of clothing. His tongue darted over the warm seam of her lips, parting them gently and capturing her in a fuller, deeper kiss.

The sounds of the forest around them melted away. All of his senses were focused on Megan—sweet, delicious Megan. Sliding a hand beneath the hem of her shirt, he glided a hand over her hot, sweaty skin. Gliding upward, his hands grazed the cups of her bra, feeling the firm imprints of her nipples against the satiny material.

Oh, sweet Jesus! He loved the way she was responding to his touch, confirming that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. His heart thundered in his chest, his hips pressing against her body.

He peeled his lips from hers, planting soft kisses down her neck. The warm, musky scent was spurring him on, making him desperate, hungry and—

“No!” Megan’s voice broke the spell. “No, Derek, we can’t!” She pulled away from his grasp.

Dazed with desire, he blinked, confused. But he held his stance under the heavy gravity of her stare.

“Megan, don’t do this,” he softly pled. “I want you. Honestly, I do.”

“Now’s not the right time,” she protested. “Let’s wait until after the Samhain moon passes, then we’ll see if whatever we’re feeling is the real deal.”

“B-but, Meg, I’m real horny!” he stammered in frustration.

“I can tell.” She flashed him a smirk, her gaze dropping to the tented crotch of his sweatpants.

Derek felt his face warm with embarrassment as she turned, heading back to the cabin.

“I suggest you take another shower…a cold one,” she called over her shoulder.

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