Moon Shifter












Page Count: 76
Word Count: 0
Rating: Spicy(PG13)


(MSRP: 2.0000)

The Mac Tíre forbade all moon shifters from changing a human in order to save them from death. Grayson Quinn, the alpha of the pack ignores the ancient rule when Sydney Carlisle, his fiancée is ravaged by one of his own kind.

Sydney believes she is a monster, a werewolf. She flees before Grayson can help her adjust, but Grayson must find her. Sydney’s body is still changing and the were lust will drive her crazy if not sated. He has until the full moon to help her tame the wolf inside and convince her she’s his soul mate. If he fails, he loses her forever.

Sydney still craves Grayson's touch, but can her heart forgive him for making her one of the Mac Tíre?

76 Pages, Spicy

Excerpt:

Grayson was near. Intuition told her to run, hide, but she stood paralyzed by a new sensation furrowing down her spine—the beat of desire, strong and unrelenting as she allowed herself to remember when she was human and how Grayson’s strong competent hands caressed her body. How could she hate him and desire him, all in one beat of her heart?

Like a vision, he strode into view, tall, lean and sexy with a bit of male animal lurking beneath the surface. She could sense the wolf in him now. So obvious. How had she ever missed it?

His thick-lashed, silver eyes had not seen her yet, but he must know she was near since he moved with caution. His black hair, overly long and sinfully thick framed his handsome-as-the-devil face. He aroused her like no other man had, but now she knew why. He wasn’t a man, but a werewolf.

Sinking to a crouched position, she hoped to make herself invisible, but her movement pricked his ears and his gaze riveted to hers. God, he looked good in his black slacks and jacket. She remembered what lay beneath—muscles, firm thighs, tight buttocks, all so male. He was what every woman dreamed of touching…and she had. It didn’t matter she was in wolf form. Fire licked through her body as every hormone inside of her came alive. She didn’t know if she wanted to tear him from limb to limb or force him to make love to her in whatever form he chose. Maybe she’d do both. She now stood stiff-legged and tall with her ears erect. Her hackles bristled, warning him.

Grayson’s eyebrows rose and a hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

He wouldn’t be amused if she tore his heart out. She bared her teeth and growled letting the fury roll over her.




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