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By Sam Burns & W.M. Fawkes
Wolf Moon Rising, Book 1
An apple a day won’t keep this doctor away.
Linden Grove has always known that he’s not destined to be the next pack alpha. That position belonged to his brother Aspen—but then Aspen left the pack to join the military. When the unthinkable happens and the pack is left rudderless, someone has to step up and take care of it. Can a doctor go from “do no harm” to defending his own with his teeth and claws?
Colt Doherty is used to a certain kind of life. Glittering, picturesque, and . . . empty. As the youngest child of the country’s only werewolf senator, Colt has grown up in the spotlight, and he’s all too used to knot-headed alphas taking credit for the work of others, especially omegas like himself. When his editor sends him to write a story on the Grove pack, though, he finds something completely unexpected: Linden Grove in his unpolished perfection, as shiny and unexpectedly sweet as the apples his pack are known for.
A Grove pack omega has been kidnapped, and someone has to step up. The pack needs Linden to fill his father’s shoes, but no wolf can stand on his own. To save the day, sheltered Colt has to drop the politics and become the action hero he never thought an omega could be.
Black Moon is an 90k word standalone novel featuring one fiery journalist, one doctor with an obsession for hand knit sweaters, and the sweetest apple pies on the whole eastern seaboard, all bundled up in a non-mpreg A/B/O universe.
Exclsuive Excerpt for Books, Tattoos and Tea:
I was almost bowled over suddenly, by the scent of . . . apples? I lived among apples, for goodness’ sake, the scent shouldn’t be a surprise. But this was something special. Something different. Apples, and all the spices Mom used to use to make her special Christmas cake. Cloves and cinnamon and nutmeg, and even a hint of anise. I hadn’t smelled that exact mix in twenty years. Not since she’d died.
I followed the smell with my nose, my wolf thrumming in my chest with the need to find its source. I wasn’t usually an alpha led by his wilder instincts, but my wolf wanted to hunt down the scent and take a bite. Even though wolves definitely did not eat cake. Turning, I came face to face with the most beautiful man I’d ever met. He was like a Roman statue—high cheekbones, pouty, full lips, and a confident air that grabbed me like nothing else.
Maybe he was attractive and damned well new it, but the look on his face wasn’t flirty. It was sharp and intelligent.
“Your friends left you all alone,” he pointed out, his voice a sweet purr.
I held up my hands. “Apparently I ask for difficult drinks.”
“Mimosa?” he asked, one corner of his lips quirking up. “Tough to get this time of day.”
“I’m more of a Bloody Mary guy,” I countered. I didn’t really drink at all, but at least tomato juice was healthy . . . ish.
He turned up his nose. “Ugh. Savory drinks? I don’t think so.”
“Need another drink?” Shiloh asked him as she returned, handing me a mug. “Your cider, Linden.”
“If you don’t mind. But . . .” He looked at my mug, then back at the tables. “That’s what they were having at the other table, isn’t it? Cider?”
“Not Linden’s cider,” she said, shaking her head. “Everyone else gets the hard stuff. Linden doesn’t drink.”
I winced at a stranger being told that. Sure, fine, it wasn’t a great pack secret—I was a doctor, and any possibility of inebriation made me a liability at my job, so instead of planning around imbibing, I just forewent it altogether. But it kind of made me sound like a kid, and I was thirty-seven damn years old.
The beautiful man turned a smile on me, and there it was—amusement. “At all?”
“I’m a doctor.”
“That’s very conscientious of you,” he answered immediately. The amusement was still in his eyes, but at least he wasn’t laughing. “I know doctors who spend all their free time drinking.”
I shrugged and took a deep drink of the cool, crisp cider. “Nothing wrong with the hard stuff, it’s just not for me.” I held the mug up. “Why would I need it when we make the best fresh cider in the world here in Grovetown?”
The smile he gave me was odd, lopsided, like he wasn’t sure what to make of me, but before I could get too distracted, or act like I was drunk and lean in to catch another whiff of that deep, spicy, apple scent of his—like a goddamn creeper—Zeke called from across the room. “Were you nine or ten when you got your brother caught stealing that pie?”
I scowled across the room and hopped up from the barstool, grabbing my mug and heading toward Zeke. That had been his intention, of course, but I couldn’t let this lie. “I was seven and you damn well know it. And I didn’t ‘get him caught;’ I didn’t know he was stealing it!”
Enter the Giveaway:
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About the Authors:
Sam is an author of LGBTQIA+ fiction, mostly light-hearted fantasy romances. Most of her books include a little violence, a fair amount of swearing, and maybe a sex scene or two. Or four.
She is a full-time writer who lives in the Midwest with her husband and cat. Someday, she plans to be a full-time writer who lives near the ocean with her husband, cat.
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