Under a Rogue Moon
All it takes is one bad night for hunter to become prey.
When werewolf hunter Flanna McRae allows a single wolf to escape from her monthly hunt, the last thing she
expects is for him to come after her. But fellow hunter Jason Randolph is convinced otherwise. His
months-long hunt of the Romm pack has led him straight to the doorstep of her quiet English home. He
doesn’t care that his quick-witted charm seems to get under Flanna’s skin. All he wants is to finally get
his kill.
Until Flanna manages to get under his skin as well.
Their explosive affair is inevitable, but with the full moon less than three weeks away, Flanna’s
convinced they are living on borrowed time. Romm is deadly and relentless, and it’s going to take more than
the passion Jason inspires to stop the werewolf from destroying everything she cares about. Or is it
finally enough?
Gold Star Award from Karen H., Just Erotic Romance Reviews:...I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention
the unusually vivid imagery Ms. Dean incorporates in her writing that enables the reader to taste, feel and
smell the setting...The love story moves along as smoothly as the adventure story, steadily building in
intensity and passion. Jason is the lover of every woman’s dreams, the experienced bad boy ladies’ man
devoted only to one woman. He brings out passion in Flanna’s responses that she didn’t know existed.
Together their heat could melt metal. All things considered, this is by far one of the best
action/adventure and erotic romance stories I’ve come across. I salute Ms. Dean as one of the most exciting
and romantic story-tellers I’ve ever read.
5 wands from TeeBee, Enchanted Ramblings:...This is a great story, with some really lovely
personal interaction between Flanna, her family, friends and - of course - Jason. The budding attraction
between her and her fellow hunter has some real electricity, and the worries they both experience are
expertly drawn out. The solidity in both the personal relationships and the English setting stood as a good
platform for the main werewolf plotline.
4 hearts from Tara, Love Romances:...The suspense and paranormal action that littered the story
helped make UNDER A ROGUE MOON an almost overnight read. UNDER A ROGUE MOON puts Ms. Dean on the auto-buy
list for having everything a book needs and a reader can want.
5 angels from Jessica, Fallen Angel Reviews:...With sparks flying between Jason and Flanna, this
reader found that she cheered for Jason to crack Flanna’s tough shell. Vivien Dean has done a tremendous
job creating a story that has emotional conflict, suspense and danger, and characters that readers will
love.
4 cups from Coffee Time Romance:...Ms. Dean exhibits her talent for words with lots of good
narrative in this captivating tale. Under a Rogue Moon is ready to satisfy readers looking for a little bit
of everything. It is filled with steamy romance, steady action adventure, and a suspenseful paranormal
plot.
An 82 from Mrs. Giggles:...the suspenseful build-up is well-done and even chilling at times as
Flanna starts looking over shoulders at enemies that may be lurking in the dark and the action-driven
final confrontation with Dominic has me at the edge of my seat...
EXCERPT
She recognized his face long before she remembered his name. More specifically, she remembered those vivid
eyes, the engaging curve of those full lips, the very wrong thoughts of what kissing him would feel like.
What she couldn’t remember was if she’d somehow managed to give him her name in those few minutes they’d
talked to each other in front of Rage. She didn’t think so. Yet he called her by it, knew she carried a
gun.
More importantly, he was here. He’d been looking for her. That couldn’t be good.
He wasn’t moving from where he’d stopped, eyes intense as he regarded her. “I would’ve liked to do this at
your house,” he said. “But I saw you leaving for your run and thought that maybe it might be better if we
were alone.”
“Is this a fight?” Her voice was clipped and cold, her muscles already preparing for the worst.
Jason looked pointedly at where his hands were still up in the air before looking back to her, his smile
widening. “It would be an awfully short one if it was.”
Flanna frowned. No fight then. But … why was he here?
“Did you hear the part where I said I wanted to talk?” he said when she didn’t reply right away. “I
couldn’t tell if you were actually listening to me or too busy trying to figure out who the hell I was.” He
paused, and his head cocked to the side. “You do know who I am, right?”
“I know your name,” she said. “And I know you don’t belong in this country.”
“Well, that’s awfully Colonial of you.”
She remembered this, this quickness of tongue. It had pissed her off in New York, and it was beginning to
piss her off here.
“What is it you want to talk about, Mr. Randolph?”
Addressing him by his last name seemed to amuse him further, and his teeth gleamed white under the
moonlight. “Why I’m here, of course. You’re not in the least bit curious?”
“That depends on your motive. My enemies don’t last long in my presence.”
The threat she put into her voice seemed to sober him.
“I’m not your enemy,” Jason said.
He took a small, tentative step closer to her, making all her nerves race to attention. There was an
athletic grace to his movements, as if he’d spent years training at some racing type of sport. A swimmer
maybe, judging by his build. Or a runner. Forced to choose, Flanna would select the latter.
“I would’ve done this in New York if you’d given me the chance,” he said. “That was why I was at the club.
I was looking for you.”
His voice was low and soothing, like someone trying to gentle a wild animal, but she refused to
acknowledge her ebbing trepidation. “If you’re hoping to make your case sound better,” she said, “you
should probably know you’re failing miserably. You sound like a stalker.”
“That’s because you left the country. You didn’t give me a choice.”
None of this was telling her what it was he wanted. But the longer Jason talked, the more Flanna felt the
easy allure of his charm. She wasn’t sure yet if that was a good thing.
“So, if you’re not my enemy, then you’re … what? My friend?” She shook her head. “Friends don’t slink
around in the middle of the night. They show up on your doorstep and you offer them a cup of tea.”
“Well, I’m more of a coffee drinker myself, but tea will do in a pinch.” When he took another step toward
her, Flanna retreated the same distance, unwilling to allow him any closer until she knew what was going
on. Jason immediately stopped, though he lowered his hands until they hung at his sides. “I know what you
do,” he said, his tone all serious again. “I’m here because you missed that third wolf in Connecticut. You
killed his pack, which now puts you at the top of his most wanted list. You can bet he’ll be wherever you
are, come the next full moon.”
She felt the color leech from her cheeks. “How do you know about that?” she asked.
A trick of the moonlight made his eyes gleam silver. “Because I was there,” Jason said. “I’ve been hunting
the Romm brothers for four months now. You just beat me to the kill.”
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