A psychic vet, a secretive werewolf, a menace stalking the shifters. Welcome to Nocturne.
Dylan is a werewolf with a problem. He shifts at the new moon as well as at the full moon. He was born a werewolf, not made like most shape-changers and due to these unique traits he's avoided joining a pack and has given up hope of having a normal life. Morgan is a veterinarian, ready to be on her own for a good long time after leaving a cheating, spineless husband. She has a plan for her life that doesn't include a bossy, furry man.
Both are drawn to Nocturne, a town filled with magic due to a strong convergence of ley lines in the area. Morgan and Dylan recognize a connection when they meet, but neither one is looking for romance. After a harrowing encounter with a panther shape-shifter, they must combine forces and work together to uncover a menace that threatens the town. If they can learn to trust each other and let their guard down, they have a chance to solve the mystery and open the door to love.
Metadata tags: Paranormal, Shifters, Wolves, Suspense, Magic
“You really should get that lock on your door fixed.”
Morgan stood in the kitchen, leaning casually against the counter, not looking overly concerned to have a shotgun pointed at her.
“You really should knock and not sneak up on people.”
“I did knock. No one answered. I came in.”
He lowered the weapon. “I leave the door unlocked a lot. Most people around here do. It’s not an invitation to enter my home.” Dylan’s heart pounded. She looked unbelievably hot. The air in the room danced with electricity and a shiver of wanting ran through him.
“How about that bulge in your pants? Is that an invitation?”
Aware that his cock was standing at attention, Dylan called up every ounce of self-control he possessed. The very worst thing in the world that could happen right now was for him to be close to this woman.
“Morgan, you need to leave. Now. It’s not safe for you to be here.”
Smiling seductively, she walked toward him. He backed up until they were both in the dining room. Her eyes sparked as she undid the tie on her coat and dropped it to the floor. He moaned. The reality of her naked body was better than his imagination. Full breasts, with brown jutting nipples, a little roundness to her belly and hips that begged for his hands to hold them. She didn’t shave herself bald, revealing the hair on her head to be her true color.
“Look, I know you think this is a bad idea, but I’d really like a chance to prove it’s not. I know you want me. There was enough fire in that kiss to ignite a volcano. Come on, let’s give this a whirl and see what happens.”
Smiling, she walked to him and brushed her breasts against his chest then leaned her pelvis close, rubbing against his pants. The silk material was so thin, he could feel her coarse pubic hair on his stiff cock. Dylan closed his eyes. He knew he needed to get the hell out of that room but he couldn’t move. His body ached with desire.
“Please, Morgan, don’t do this.”
“How about I do this, then?”
Reaching through the opening of his pants, she grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it with her fingertips.
“Damn, you feel good. I’m so ready for you.” She put his hand between her legs.
He could feel her heat and almost taste her wet juice in his mouth. Saliva formed and a powerful rush of energy roared through his body. Don’t, don’t, don’t! His mind told him to push her away and run like hell, while every cell in his body longed to take her.
Just a little, I can have just a little. I can control it.
Calling up every ounce of strength he possessed, he pushed the animal back and wrapped his arms around her, buying his nose in her hair. That smell! It was more intoxicating than his whiskey. As his body made contact with hers, heat seared through him in a path right to his soul. She fit perfectly, as though she were designed for him. His heart leapt, and for just a moment, he thought it was going to work. He was going to make love to this enchanting woman. He was going to see his hunger reflected in her eyes, was going to feel her move with him in that ancient dance of desire. He was going to wake up to her smile in the morning.
Then he brushed his hand across her bare back and his nail dug into her skin.
Morgan yelped and pulled away from him.
“Ow! That hurt!”
Shit. It was not going to work. He couldn’t hold it back, he was going to change.
“Get out of my house, now!” he ordered
Morgan backed away slowly. “Why? What’s going on?”
“Get out!” He turned his back to her.
He stood, panting, trying desperately to stop the shift but it was no use. In a few moments the beast would be in control.
Naomi lives in sunny Florida with the love of her life and a magical calico cat.She writes for various fiction and non-fiction markets but is drawn to romance because her characters insist on canoodling and falling in love. So she lets them. Her interests include dancing, motorcycle riding, drumming and creating healthy meals. She takes the opportunity to play whenever possible. Her motto: Never pass up the opportunity to have an adventure!
Guest Post with Naomi BellinaWhen designing the town of Nocturne, I had to come up with a reason that werewolves, witches and other folks with magical abilities would congregate there. I've always been fascinated with ley lines so I did some research and found they could very well be running through my fictitious Midwestern United States area. Check out this Google page for some great maps of ley lines in North America. They're everywhere!
According to Wikipedia, ley lines are "...supposed alignments of numerous places of geographical and historical interest, such as ancient monuments and megaliths, natural ridge-tops and water-fords." Other definitions include the possibility that these are paths of energy or special powers. It makes perfect sense then, that areas along these lines would be magic. Stonehenge and other ancient places are believed to sit on these energy vortex spots.
People coming to Nocturne feel the pull of the area and that's why Morgan the psychic, Dylan the werewolf, Genevieve the witch and others make their home here. Vincent, the leader of the Howler pack, finds Nocturne disturbing, but he lives just outside the town. The influence of the ley lines reaches him, but not so overwhelmingly.
I would love to visit some of the ancient power areas in Europe. Have you ever been to one? Did you feel the magic? Thanks for reading!
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