Is this me shape-shifting? No, sad to say, I'm a normal, boring human. I belong to a group that helps feral cats so once a year, I dress up and work at a fundraising event. It's fun to get into character and pretend I'm a cat.
My new book, Ruled by the Moon, features real shape-shifters and they have sooooo many issues. Maybe I'm better off being a normal, boring human after all. Enjoy this spicy excerpt from Ruled by the Moon.
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.
He rose slowly, and she stood also, inches away from him.
He stared at her, frowning. “You want to get close to me, after what just happened?”
“Dylan, I like you. Our little session at the clinic got my motor running and I think we should be able to pursue this.”
Lust and caution battled inside. He really did feel calm, and Morgan seemed intent on getting her way. Still, the thought of hurting her again was unacceptable. “If we wait a few days, I won’t be so aggressive.
Morgan put her arms around his waist. “Let’s give it a try. You kissed me back at my office and nothing happened. Do it again.”
He did. It was just as fine as before. Her lips parted and he slid his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers. The wolf prodded at his senses as his pulse sped up, but he pushed it away and concentrated on the sensation of touching Morgan. He ran his hands along her torso then stopped at her breasts and rubbed her nipples through his flannel shirt. She moaned into his mouth and his cock hardened again.
“So far so good?” she asked, pulling away.
“So far so good. I can feel my body trying to change, but I’m fighting it.”
“Is this too difficult? Do you want to stop?”
“No, let’s keep going.”
He pulled her close again and buried his face in her neck. He licked her skin then gently bit her earlobe, and she moaned. Despite her attempt to cover it, he smelled her woman scent. He shuddered with deep longing. He’d almost forgotten the feeling of holding a woman close, of having a warm body next to his.
He unbuttoned the shirt with shaking fingers. Lowering his head, he kissed her collarbone, then lower, until he reached her nipple, already stiff. He took it lightly into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue while he squeezed her breast. She began to squirm. He pulled his mouth away and with his thumb, rubbed the hard peak then pinched it lightly and rolled it between his fingers. He did the same on the other side, now sucking harder, and pulling the engorged tip with his lips.
The feel of her hand on his cock almost made him jump. She squeezed, tentatively, then harder, pulling slowly. He tried to focus on her warmth and softness, not her musky scent that made him want to drag her down with him to the floor, spread her legs and take her.
It was no good. Try as he might, he couldn’t halt the primitive force that raged through his body and demanded release. With a growl deep in his throat, he pushed her away. “That’s all, Morgan. I can’t control it anymore. We need to stop.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly and her face was flushed. Damn, she looked good, all hot and ready, her nipples standing up straight, her scent drifting toward him. He took another step back and cursed. Why had he even tried? Why torment himself this way? He would never have this again. Never.
She buttoned the shirt. “Do you want to…”
“No! I don’t want to do anything but finish getting drunk. Just go. Now.”
He turned his back, and after a moment heard the door open then close, bringing in a gust of chill air and wafting a last scent of Morgan.
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