When the moon rises, desire follows.
Lunar Seductions
A Limited-Edition Collection of Paranormal and Fantasy
Romance Stories
Including stories by:
Stephanie Morris - USA Today bestselling author
Charmaine Louise Shelton
Nadine D. Price
Danika LaRue
Kiera Rose
Peyton Lawson
Celia Breslin
Ravyn Wilde
Ryan L Reeve
When the moon rises,
desire follows.
Some lovers are chosen.
Some are destined.
And some are the kind you should run from, but where would be the fun
in that?
Lunar Seductions brings together nine steamy tales of supernatural
desire, dangerous attraction, and romance that refuses to play by mortal rules.
Lose yourself among shifters, monsters, psychics, goddesses, and other
creatures of the night. Meet lovers bound by fate, trapped by circumstance,
divided by old grudges, or drawn together despite every reason to stay apart.
There are secrets to uncover, enemies to tempt, boundaries to cross,
and more than a few teeth and claws waiting in the dark.
Give in to temptation.
The moon won't tell.
Including stories by:
Stephanie Morris - USA Today bestselling author
Charmaine Louise Shelton
Nadine D. Price
Danika LaRue
Kiera Rose
Peyton Lawson
Celia Breslin
Ravyn Wilde
Ryan L Reeve
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Diamond Moon Rising
by Celia Breslin
(included in Lunar Seductions anthology)
Her wolf wants him. Her human side wants out.
After her last shift nearly kills her, human-wolf hybrid Darci has had
enough—it’s time to stop shifting once and for all. Armed with a cryptic note
from her dead shifter dad, she sets out in search of his mythical hometown in
the wilds of Rogue Valley, Oregon, hoping Dad is right, and the shifters there
might help.
As a dominant beta and pack protector, Ross is never taken by
surprise…until a half-wolf half-human pixie with the biggest green eyes he’s
ever seen lands on his doorstep. It’s rare for strangers to venture into their
world—rarer still for a fated mate to literally fall into your arms. But she
did, and he recognizes her immediately as his one and only.
Darci isn’t sure about the whole mate business. She just wants a normal
human life, free from shifting. Ross won’t give up on her wolf and tries to
help her accept her true nature and their mate bond. But the Full Moon is three
days away, threatening Darci with a potentially deadly shift, and certain pack
members would rather kill a human than help one. Darci might not survive long
enough to trust Ross with her heart.
A thump from outside on his deck,
heavier than the staccato taps of the hail, halted him in his foyer. More
offbeat thuds sounded near the front door.
Company
in this weather?
No
one would venture up his private road uninvited…
He
stalked to his door and released a bit of power in warning. If they were a
shifter, they would likely take the hint. And if they didn’t… Well, he was a
dominant wolf, a Beta, and one of the alpha’s enforcers.
They
don’t stand a chance.
The
feedback froze his fingers on the doorknob.
Female.
He
inhaled. Damn, she smells good.
Human.
Wolf.
Wait…both?
The
copper tang of blood hit his nose. She’s injured.
He
flung open the door and caught his visitor off guard, one small, white fist
raised to knock. The woman startled then fell forward. Ross caught her in his
arms then pulled her inside, kicking the door shut with one booted foot.
The
petite female sagged against him, a shivering bundle of sopping wet woman.
Underneath the dampness, her scent drop-kicked his gut.
Fresh
and sweet, like apples dipped in cinnamon and honey.
His
body perked up, taking extreme notice. A growl of possession threatened to tear
out of his throat, and an ancient, primal energy stirred to life inside him,
accelerating his pulse.
Holy
hell, she’s my potential mate.
The
scent of her blood spurred him into action. He lowered her gently to the floor.
“Are you okay?”
His
instincts urged him to check her for wounds everywhere, but he was a stranger
and didn’t want to spook her. But goddamn, he wanted to touch her. Peel off her
wet clothes. To see all of her and warm her with his body.
With
a jacket covering her torso, baggy jeans hiding her legs, and a ball cap pulled
low over her face, all he could see so far was her quivering pale chin, full
red lips, and delicate, trembling fingers peeking out from her coat sleeves.
“S-s-sorry,
d-dripping all ov-v-ver your f-f-floor,” she said, her teeth chattering.
Her
snow-white fingers curled into fists, her arms trembling with the effort to
keep herself upright. Blood droplets dotted the floor plank near her hip.
To
hell with propriety.
“You’re injured. Let me help you.” He pulled up her cap and damn near swallowed
his tongue.
Big
green eyes blinked up at him from a face so pale it made him think of
moonlight. Drenched, short black hair lay plastered to her head, the ends
framing features reminiscent of the fairies his sister loved to draw.
Ethereal
beauty. Want her to be my beauty.
She
flinched and batted his hand away. “Stop,” she rasped before listing to her
side, her body trembling.
With
the cold or fear?
He
desperately didn’t want her to be afraid. “Sorry. Please, let me help you. I’m
Ross. You’re safe here. I promise.”
Celia Breslin lives in San Francisco, California, USA, with
her family, including three feisty felines who like to stalk across her
keyboard while she’s hard at work crafting urban fantasy, sci-fi and paranormal
romances. When not glued to her laptop, Celia likes to work out, read books (of
course!), hang with her family, and binge-watch sci-fi and fantasy TV shows and
movies. Matcha lattes keep her fueled for All The Life Stuff!
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