TITLE: Blue Moon
SERIES: The Holloway Pack
AUTHOR: J.A. Belfield
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
RELEASE DATE: 9:27:2016
BLURB
Someone
is watching the Holloway Pack ... and this time, the female isn't the target.
Life
with a group of seven male werewolves worries Jem Stonehouse not one bit. She
is engaged to the Alpha's son, Sean Holloway, after all. So, what has Jem's
territorial instincts on high alert?
The
pack's latest addition. Both of them.
None
of the men think there's a problem with the new girlfriends. Jem's intuition
tells her otherwise - that and a nagging suspicion that the new females aren't
there to partake.
Jem
believes their goal is to take. The question is ... What?
As
the eve of the blue moon draws ever closer, Jem's running out of time to find
the answer and outwit a thief of the worst possible kind.
A
woman who believes she can't lose.
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EXCERPT
A
backward kick of my foot sent the bathroom door swinging, and I’d lifted the
hem of my soiled T-shirt before it even slammed shut. Next, off came my
jeans—underwear, too. I carried them all like something diseased, opened the
bathroom window, and dropped them outside for later disposal.
At
feet hitting the stairs, my head tilted.
The
steps reached the landing.
I
really hoped whoever had come up would head into one of the bedrooms.
One
long stride became two. Three.
I
spun.
According
to Sean, there hadn’t been a lock on the door in years. Four more strides, and
I’d be too late.
A
fourth step.
“Shit!”
Two
left.
I
dived for the door. As my hand grasped the inner handle, a downward tug from
the other side dragged it farther.
As
the door burst open, I stumbled back.
Sean
barged his way in. An echoing thunk filled the space on the door’s collision
with the wall. One final step, and Sean’s fingers folded around my wrist.
His
arm snatched back, hauling me upright. I expected him to check me over, ensure
he hadn’t hurt me. Instead, his hands gripped my hips.
My
body flew through the air, too fast for my mind to register, and my back
smacked against the tiled wall.
A
small grunt burst out, as Sean’s body crushed mine. He ducked his head to my
neck, attached his nose to where my increased pulse pumped the erotic scent to
him in waves.
“What
the hell did you do?” The nearness of my flesh to his mouth distorted his
mumbled words.
“It’s
just a perfume. All I need to do is wash it off, and this will stop.”
His
eyes bordered on black as he lifted his face and emitted a low growl. “No.”
With his hips pinning me, he leaned his shoulders far enough back to tug off
his T-shirt.
When
he pressed back against my nakedness, my pulse soared. “What you’re feeling
right now isn’t real.” I took his face in my hands, lifting it to mine. “It’s a
spell, Sean.”
His
eyes closed. He swayed. His lids lifted as though in slow motion, and as a
smile spread across his lips, my breath caught.
He
could not have looked hornier. The steady drum of my heart missed a few beats.
With a whispered, “Jem,” his mouth melded to mine.
I
shouldn’t have responded, knew I shouldn’t, but couldn’t help myself. Sean’s
lazy busses were excellent—his snogs awesome. Notch those up to his
lust-induced, frantic, tongue-teasing kisses, and they rocketed way out into
orbit. Not to mention his air of frustration with his mussed up hair, his
glistening eyes, and I was his.
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