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Hi everyone!

It’s a bittersweet day for me… On one hand, I’m thrilled that NEW MOON is finally here! And on the other, I’m sad to see the Wolf Pack in Reno riding off into the sunset…

I can vividly remember the day I started writing this book. I was nervous. Sebastian has been an enigma throughout the series since Book 1, and he’s the one character I get the most mail about. Love him or hate him, he seemed to catch readers’ imaginations, and I didn’t want to let anyone down.

But an amazing thing happened that day… I sat down to write, butterflies in my stomach, and suddenly the first chapter was done. Sebastian came through so strong and clear, that writing this book was a surreal adventure. Seeing the Moon Series world through Sebastian’s eyes was amazing!

I hope you’ll come on the journey too! I promise you’ll get to see favorites from the series, as well as get to know some new characters a little better… J

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Without further delay, NEW MOON is available everywhere! 😀

Release Date: 6/19/17


Jaguar shifter Sebastian Severino is an enigma. He lives alone, works alone, and will die alone. But the night he’s attacked by a female werewolf, nothing will ever be the same. And when his young niece is kidnapped, Sebastian, the deadliest assassin Nero has ever produced, will be forced to choose a side…

Isabelle Wood has never taken the easy path. As a bounty hunter and now a bitten werewolf without a mate, she’s searching for answers to her father’s disappearance while helping to lead an Alphaless Pack. The night she gets the opportunity to take out their enemy, with her blade at his throat, her wolf discovers her mate in the last person she can be with.

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The bitter wind matched my mood. Snow still dusted the tops of the red mountains of Sedona, Arizona. Not my first choice of destinations, but Allen Caldwell was dead, and, sadly, my father’s desire to see the two werewolf Packs destroy each other hadn’t died with his old friend.

Again it fell to me.

Being the heir to the Nero Organization, and the right hand of Antonio Severino, was a bloody existence, but it was the only one I’d ever known. Although I had no interest in killing the Pack in Reno, Nevada, if I refused my father’s vendetta, my own life would be at stake.

And I had a vested
interest in that.

I threw open the door to the Wolf Pack Bar, my eyes quickly adjusting to the dim light. Almost without conscious thought, I pulled in a deep breath. Two werewolves, four humans, and a jaguar shifter, my one ally.

The werewolf bartender lifted his head, defensive until he recognized me. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

I ground my teeth at the jab to my true nature. Tasteless and reckless with humans present, but I expected as much from a wolf.

He straightened up behind the bar. “What can I get you, Sebastian?”

I waved him off. “I’m not here for a drink.” I approached Vance, taking the stool beside him.

He glanced over at me. “This can’t be good news.”

“I guess that depends which side of the chessboard you’re sitting on.” I shrugged.

Vance chuckled, shaking his head. “And which side are you on today?”

There were only two people in this world who really understood me. One had married into the Wolf Pack in Reno, and the other was Vance Park. Although he wore an easygoing smile, Vance was one of the deadliest jaguar-shifter assassins the Nero Organization had ever turned out.

“I haven’t decided yet.” I leaned on the bar, keeping my voice low. The werewolves would have no trouble hearing, but I wouldn’t say anything in mixed company that could tip my hand. “Either way, I’m going to need your help.”

Vance got to his feet, but his eyes betrayed his wariness. “This Pack isn’t ready for a fight. Not yet. They’ve lost too many.”

I eyed the bartender. He was helping the human customers at the other end of the bar, but his jaw clenched as he glanced my way.

“I need some sleep. Then we’ll plan. Come to my hotel in the morning. I’ll send you a text with my room number.”

Vance nodded. “I’ll be there.”

“Good.” I kept my attention on the bartender as I went to the door.

As soon as he turned his back on his customer, he took out his phone, firing off a text. Shit. No doubt someone now knew I was back in town, but without an Alpha in this Sedona Pack, I had no idea who to expect might jump me.

Not that it mattered. I was ready. Always.

Outside I scanned the parking lot behind the bar. As a jaguar shifter, my sense of smell wasn’t as keen as the wolves’, but my night vision was far better than theirs. I tugged the collar of my wool-lined trench coat up and slid my hand inside, stroking the cold metal of my handgun.

When I reached the black Mercedes rental, I walked right by. I had a stalker, and rather than lead them to my very public hotel, I’d prefer to solve the problem under the cloak of darkness.

Far from the yellow floodlight on the back of the bar, I stopped and turned around. A shadow crouched behind a power box. A slow breath told me it was a werewolf, but not one that I recognized.

“Are you going to introduce yourself, wolf?” I didn’t draw my weapon. Not yet. I could handle one wolf without wasting a bullet.

“Who I am doesn’t matter.” A woman’s voice. Unexpected.

“I beg to differ. The bartender wouldn’t have alerted you that I was in town if you didn’t matter.” I took a couple slow steps in her direction.

“I was hoping you’d show your face again.”

I listened for her footsteps. “And why is that?”

She bolted and I widened my stance, bracing myself for impact. Adrenaline was on her side. The female wolf rammed me so hard we both toppled over. A sharp pain burst through my chest.

A familiar pain. The wolf’s blade was buried in my shoulder.

She lifted her head, staring down with hate in her eyes. I vaguely recognized her from my previous meetings with this Pack. I’d see her before, but I didn’t know her name. Hard to trust my recollections while fighting for my life, but I thought Caldwell had mentioned she was a bounty hunter.

There were probably plenty of bounties on my head. I wasn’t surprised by her attack.

What surprised me was that I was still breathing. Why not deliver the killing blow she obviously yearned for?

She yanked the blade free and pressed it to my throat. “All these years, I thought my father abandoned us. I wondered if I’d done something wrong to make him walk out.”

My left shoulder was hot and wet with blood. While she spoke, I weighed my options. Although my father had spent years trying to beat my mother’s influence out of me, she still lingered in the shadows of my heart.

A conscience I sometimes wished I could silence.

My job would be much easier without her voice whispering in my ear.

And right now, if I didn’t get this woman off me, I might be seeing my mother sooner than I expected. A hard blow to her kidney would stun her long enough for me to roll her over.

Easier said than done.

I had very few moral lines in the sand, but hitting a woman was one of them. “Killing me isn’t going to bring back your father, but I can promise you if you do kill me, my father will not stop until you, and everyone you care about, are dead.”

“Shut up.” She pressed her free hand over my mouth.

Suddenly her pupils dilated, her lips parting slightly. She snapped them shut, shaking her head like she could free herself from some kind of spell.

“No.” Her nostrils flared. “You’re shitting me.” She blinked hard, her hand trembling as if an invisible force kept her from burying the blade in my throat. “Damn it. No!”

Her dark hair framed her face, and even in the dim light, I had no trouble admiring her bright green eyes. If I died tonight, her face would be a beautiful image to take with me as I left this world.

But I had no intention of dying. Not yet. There were still too many loose ends to tie up.

Before she could sink the dagger into me again, I grabbed her wrist with my right hand and kicked my legs, rolling her over to pin her underneath me.

She struggled, and with my strength draining out along with my blood, it took all my focus to keep her down. “I don’t know who your father was, but I’m sorry you lost him.”

“Fuck you, Sebastian.”

I raised a brow. “So you know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“I’m Isabelle, and I’m going to end you and your father.”

Her threat fell on deaf ears. Isabelle was all I heard. My heart stuttered. It couldn’t be.

“Who was your father?”

She stopped struggling for a moment. “Solomon Wood.”

A chill crept up my spine. I recoiled, releasing her and stumbling to my feet. Stars danced at the edge of my vision, reminding me I needed to stitch up my shoulder. Soon.

After all these years, just as the clairvoyant predicted. Well, not exactly. The letter Solomon gave me before he bit down on a cyanide capsule hadn’t mentioned Isabelle attempting to kill me.

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