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Kiss of the Winter Moon
(Sakana Series, Bk #1)
by Amanda LeMay
Blurb:
I had a life plan: Get out of San Francisco. Go home. Start my new job.(Sakana Series, Bk #1)
by Amanda LeMay
Blurb:
I wanted to get on with my life. Howl at the moon. Let my wolf side run wild and free.
But when I stopped in Comfort, Texas, to spend a quiet 2-week vacation with family, all of my best-laid plans came to a screeching halt.
I didn’t plan for Dain Louvel. Okay, so maybe I’d secretly hoped to see him, again, but I didn’t expect all those feelings I’d felt for him before to come rushing back and blindside me. I'd moved on. Or so I thought.
The problem is, I didn’t plan on the sakana bond, that rare and precious bond between mates, to connect our minds, bodies, and souls.
I also hadn't planned on fighting for my life.
But, yeah, stuff happens in Comfort, Texas. I really should've planned better.
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And
then, he was there. In the kitchen. Like the most vivid dream I’d ever had.
Dain.
“How
am I supposed to study with this smell invading…”
Deep,
husky, and sexy as hell, the sound of his voice sent little electric shocks
through my brain and all the corresponding parts of my body that made me a
female of the species. I couldn’t do anything but stare while his huge,
shirtless chest expanded on a deep breath.
His
head turned slowly my way until his cherry-wood eyes locked on mine.
“Jessy…”
It came out as a whisper.
There
I sat with a milk moustache and a mouth full of meatloaf sandwich.
I
couldn’t have spoken even if I hadn’t had a mouthful of food. I looked him up
and down, took in every glorious inch of him, and because I couldn’t help
myself, I did it again.
Oh. Sweet. Heavens.
His
mouth curved into a smile. Deep dimples appeared on his cheeks.
I
think I smiled back.
I
might have blacked out a little, too.
“Hey.”
He cleared his throat like he wanted to say something else and I was so hoping
he would because I had lost the ability to speak. “Jess.”
Say “hey”. Say something—say
anything—just open your mouth, dammit!
A
deep pink blush crept up his neck and covered his gorgeous face. In the next
second, he had a plate in his hand and disappeared from the kitchen. The last I
saw of him was a thick, long, shiny, black ponytail that seemed to split his
wide shoulders in two as it hung down past the waistband of his low-riding,
completely ass-hugging, faded jeans.
My
dad chuckled. “We didn’t tell him. Thought it would be a nice surprise.”
I
opened my mouth to reply. Nothing came out.
I
stared at the empty doorway. At the food between my trembling hands. A
shuddering breath went through me. The gooseflesh that sprang up made my skin
tighten and tingle. I tingled pretty good in a few hidden places, too. Dain’s
presence in the room for those few brief seconds made my twitchy, jelly-like,
overused muscles tense up while my insides seemed to go all hot and melty.
The
sound of my name on his lips echoed through my brain on a crazy endless loop.
And
it was perfect.
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LeMay
His lips touched my
forehead for a long second as his other hand cupped my face. His thumb stroked
against my cheek as he gazed into my eyes. Sweet, minty breath puffed into my
mouth from his. I tilted my head just so and closed the distance between us. He
gasped as our lips met, but he didn’t pull away.
The kiss lasted only a
second or two, but seemed to suddenly change the axis of the earth and in my
soul I knew: I would never kiss another male as long as Dain lived.
Sitting back, I went
back to staring at the big screen on the wall, not hearing a thing that was
said, or caring who lived or died. The rush of blood through my heart pounded
wildly in my ears and beat like a pulse in my lips. What I had always
considered a crazy unsatisfied lust, smoldering hot as coals, burst into
something uncontrollable that swept like a wildfire through my body. Yes, I
lusted after Dain, but that feeling wasn’t what had my hands shaking and my
insides quivering—no—the emotion I had trampled down since the second I saw
him, the second I caught his scent, was so much more than just simple lust.
The feeling that had
me all fluttery and on fire was the sakana bond. And it was
damn scary.
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LeMay
I
quickly glanced around my immediate surroundings and found the pipes my arms
were strapped to had once been an old breeding stall, off to the side of a
ramshackle barn. They would have been buried deep and anchored with concrete.
Leather straps lined with lamb’s wool were buckled tightly around both of my
wrists and I was sure the same thing had my legs spread and secured. If Bobby
wanted to hurt me, it wasn’t through these cuffs. I looked down; three bales of
hay stacked one on top of the other held me up off the ground. Damn. Even with
my extra wolf strength, there was no way I’d ever pull the pipes from the
ground.
I
was definitely trapped.
The
barn reeked of blood and death and decay. Humans had bled in this place. How
many, there was no way of knowing, but there were multiple scents, not only of
blood, but of rotting flesh buried under layers of earth. The stench of the
horrific acts of a sick mind permeated the soil beneath me and I was sure if
I’d swept away the litter of loose hay, I’d find the ground darkly stained. The
sickening, sweet odor of dried blood seemed to hang in the air—soaking into my
skin, twisting my insides, until the urge to vomit was so strong it took all my
willpower keep it down.
I will not die here. Not like this.
Not tied up like an animal.
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LeMay
Holding
my breath, I peered out into the darkness through the partially open barn door.
Dain’s massive head appeared in the opening, black as the darkest night. His
huge, wolf frame filled the doorway, leaving no escape. The bluish-white
lantern light glinted in his cherry-wood eyes. His long, white fangs flashed
with lethal intent from beneath his curled lips and a deep, feral growl rumbled
in his chest with each breath he drew. With his head down, he stalked into the
barn, his glossy black fur standing on end as he prowled back and forth
studying his prey, Bobby and GW.
In
all my life, I had never seen a more vicious-looking wolf, a wolf so intent on
mutilating and killing his prey not for food, but for the pure, primal need to
protect what was his.
He
was dangerous and deadly, dark and destructive like a beautiful storm.
I
was never happier to see him.
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LeMay
His
mouth was on mine, cutting off my words with his lips and tongue and I melted
into his arms. I pushed aside all the irrational emotions that had no place in
my heart. I let go and concentrated on the sensation of Dain’s warm, strong
body, the scent of his skin pressed to my nose, the soft prickling of his
whiskers, and the taste of his mouth.
His
lips moved across my cheek to my neck, up to my ear where he whispered, “I’m
hungry, sakana,” again, before
pulling the T-shirt up over my head.
He
cupped my breasts in his big hands and then his mouth was on me, licking and
teasing. He suckled first one, then the other as his fingers caressed every
inch of my skin. Running my hands through his silky hair, I pressed his head closer
as I moaned, encouraging him with my body to take more, suck deeper, bite
harder. I watched as his warm, wet mouth and sharp teeth tasted my flesh. Each
lick of his tongue and little nip of his teeth shot pulses of fire straight
between my legs, setting off a lightning bolt of pleasure that spiked through
my every nerve-ending.
“Sweet
heavens…” I gripped his shoulders and gasped as I swayed on my toes.
He
lifted me and laid me out on the bed. His lips brushed mine lightly, gently, as
our tongues did a slow dance together. He stood, gazing down at me. I parted my
legs to welcome him in and when his eyes locked on to what lay between my
thighs, a dark, aching desire swept through my body—my desire or his, I wasn’t
sure, and it didn’t matter because we were both about to spontaneously combust.
I caught his wrist, and when he turned back to glance at me, a restless,
ravenous wolf burned in his eyes.
His
next words came out on a low, rumbling growl. “Want to eat you up, Jess.”
Gooseflesh
broke out over my entire body as I followed the sweet, lingering slide of his
tongue over long canines that hungered to take what was his, to feast on his
mate.
And
for once, the two voices in my head were in absolute agreement.
Yessss….feast on me. But…
My
heart raced in anticipation as I inhaled a shuddering breath. “I’m hungry,
too.”
Where
only a few days before, a rosy blush would have colored his cheeks at the mere
idea of what I suggested, now his dark eyes smoldered as his mouth curved into
a wicked grin, displaying his deep, playful dimples.
His
mouth took possession of me as mine took possession of him, and as lips and
teeth and tongues caressed and bit and licked, we surrendered to taste and
touch and scent, as time seemed to stand still while the full moon stayed steady
on her path across the starry sky. What started out gentle and tender and easy
became passionate and urgent and demanding.
Kissing.
Touching. Licking. Devouring.
Copyright © 2018Amanda
LeMay
About The Author
New indie author, Amanda LeMay writes paranormal romance full of dark, sexy wolf shifters who share a special bond with their mates: the sakana bond. When Amanda is not writing, (or thinking about writing, or characters, or dialogue, or world building), she is working on any number of crafts, but most likely, lost inside a wonderful world built by one of her favorite authors.
Amanda lives with her husband and two grumpy old cats in Southern California. She plots most of her novels while walking, or driving, or while on long Texas beach vacations sitting outside listening to the waves. Her first novel, Kiss of the Winter Moon, is set to release on February 20, 2018.
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