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?
GENRE: Het, paranormal, erotic romance
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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