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Can Shelley’s love tame Alan’s beast?
Genre: paranormal werewolf shifter romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing - Hidden Moon series #4
Release Date: 15 April 2016
ISBN: 978-1-68361-001-4

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Alan Shifflett left his old pack due to an inherited mutation that makes him a violent freak. He lives a dull life farther north, suppressing his shifts. But when his father can no longer run Moonlight Diner due to failing health, Alan is compelled to rejoin what’s left of his pack in Florida and face his weakness.

Shelley Fields, once a spoiled high school beauty queen, has dedicated her life to helping her pack. In public, she ridiculed Alan because of peer pressure, but secretly, she longed for her mate. When he returns, she confesses her true feelings, but Alan has no intention of staying where he doesn’t belong.

Meanwhile, Curtis—his rival—has a score to settle, and threats from a rival pack are standing everyone’s fur on end. Terrified of the beast inside, Alan is desperate to return to his safe life, but is leaving his mate, kin, and pack in danger worth the price?

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Hidden Moon - NICE Excerpt
Copyright © Decadent Publishing, 2016

Inside the cab of Shelley’s bronze pickup truck, Alan put on a T-shirt and a pair of worn jeans from her donation bag. They fit tight because they were too small. Not that it mattered. She’d already witnessed his bare erection in the woods. God, he hadn’t been that hard since he’d dreamed about her in high school.

The bed of the truck was full of rakes, shovels, and fruit and vegetable bins.

“You’ve got enough tools back there to supply food for the whole pack,” he commented.

“I pretty much do,” she replied. “I bought a farm with money I inherited from my daddy after he died in the attack. My mom and I do most of the work.”

Luckily, the other cars were already gone, giving them some privacy. He wiped his knuckles across his mouth, grimacing at the sore scabs. He was Scabs again, all right. Here he sat in Moonlight, Florida, feeling like the biggest failure who ever lived. His life in northern Virginia might have been dull, but at least he’d felt worthwhile. Like a man. No different than the others around him.

Despite his snaggly mouth, she’d looked ready to kiss him out there in the woods. The moon must have played tricks on him. She’d never wanted him. He’d hoped she would’ve grown up over the years, but the rest of the pack sure hadn’t. They’d acted like a bunch of schoolyard bullies in the diner, and he’d let them push his buttons again. Maybe he hadn’t grown up, either.

Did she need reassurance she remained sexy by getting every man she came across to drool at her feet? She merely had to look in a mirror. Whatever game she played with him now, he didn’t want any part of it.

He tipped his head and inhaled the air. Ever since their almost kiss, he’d gotten drunk off her unique scent—one he’d remembered over the years. It reminded him of a sweet, juicy orange. Inside the truck, it smelled stronger than it had been in the woods. The arousal in it, rich as a slab of key lime pie, stood out as obvious as his erection.

Knowing he made her hot helped make up for his crappy reception in the diner, but he had to focus on Dad. Miss Prom Queen wasn’t going to make a fool out of him a second time.

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Hidden Moon - NAUGHTY Excerpt
Copyright © Decadent Publishing, 2016

“I live alone because I like it,” he said. “It also gives me some peace and dignity. Most of all, I’m less likely to accidentally kill somebody.”

“How sad for you,” she said in a small voice.

He stood abruptly, letting her hand fall. “I’ll grab the other crates of vegetables. Are they in the back of your truck?”

A ball of fire bloomed in her abdomen. If she couldn’t talk him into staying, there was only one other way, and it happened to be something she really wanted. She stood, too, and closed the refrigerator door.

“The vegetables can wait.” She brushed the orange across her breasts, raising the nipples through the fabric of her pink shirt. “I can’t.”

“Jesus, Shelley. What are you trying to do?” His gaze rested on her chest, heavy as a hand, and his aroused scent charged the air.

“Leave if you have to.” She dropped her hand, feeling silly for acting like a seductress. “I just ask one thing before you go. Make love with me.”

“That would be a very bad idea.” But his voice had a big crack in it.

“Just once,” she amended. “I’ll never be with another man.”

“You should marry Curtis. You know him a lot better than you do me.”

“You’ve got that right. I don’t know you at all.” She turned her back on him. “Get the damn crates.”

As soon as he left, she tore a hunk of skin off the orange she held and took a messy bite of it. Tears spattered her cheeks, but the scents of citrus and salt couldn’t cleanse away Alan’s. Need, male and raw, hung in the air, tormenting her. If she wasn’t his cup of tea, she could accept that, but they were mates. Why did he have to be so logical?

When he came back, he dropped the crates on the counter. His muscular arms glistened with sweat from carrying two at a time.

“Don’t cry, Shelley.” He hugged her close to his chest and looked down at her orange, which he’d crushed in the process. “Shit. I can’t do anything right.” After grabbing a nearby dish towel, he dabbed the fruity juice that had spilled on her shirt.

She batted his hand away. “I’ll clean it later. I need to go. I’m not wanted here.”

“Oh, I want you.” The deep growl of his voice vibrated the air around them.

Her breath caught when he gripped her shoulders—hard—and bent to lick a drop of orange juice from her shirt. His breath and tongue, hot and damp, penetrated the thin fabric. Fire rippled through the nipple below.

She clutched the bandana on his head with sticky fingers. “Oh, Alan…. Don’t stop.”

By the look in his eyes, he couldn’t if he wanted to. She’d seen that fiery expression on prom night, before he tried to knock Curtis’s head off. It felt as if a beast lived inside him. Knowing she’d unleashed it made her clitoris throb.

His strong hands circled behind her, squeezed her butt, and lifted her to the counter behind her.

“Yes.” She gasped when he yanked up her shirt and tugged down her bra cups. His mouth closed around her nipple. Then his teeth. The sudden pain arched her back. She barely caught herself from falling backward.

He ripped a section out of the orange and squeezed it, raining the sweet juice across over her belly. The warm nectar trickled over her sensitized flesh, sending her muscles into spasms.

“That’s it, honey. Twitch for me because I’m going to make you come so hard.”

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