HUNGER MOON

by Melissa Snark

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Victoria Storm faces seemingly insurmountable odds to keep her dwindling pack of werewolves alive and together. She fights hunters- including the brother and father of her deceased lover-and the pack takes another devastating loss. When they seek sanctuary in a small town near Lake Tahoe, high in the secluded Sierra Nevada Mountains, Victoria discovers they are infringing on the territory of a vastly more powerful Alpha wolf. To save her pack, she uses her feminine wiles to seduce the Alpha. Nothing comes easily for Victoria. Her plans are complicated by the Alpha’s erratic son, a ghostly wife, and a vengeful witch. Not even her status as a Valkyrie or the favor of the Goddess Freya can change the course of destiny for Victoria or her packmates.

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She caught the scent of a male wolf behind her. Her hackles rose when his whiskey voice mocked her. “Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a tiny woman.”

Victoria spun to face the offending male wolf intruder. Her upper lip peeled back to reveal her canines and a rumbling snarl issued from her throat. He towered over her, standing at least a foot and a half taller, and had at least a hundred pounds of lean muscle on her. He wore a short-sleeve tan shirt featuring a Chinese dragon, faded blue jeans, and black Doc Martens.

She assumed a defensive stance, extending her right hand to reach for her dagger, when he caught her gaze. She found no threat in his amber eyes, only naked lust and wicked humor. His generous mouth twisted into a smirk. In her assessment, he did not present an immediate physical threat.

“Well, halloo, Blondie. Has daddy found himself a new playmate?”

She modified her snarl into a cold smile. They might be wolves, but they were also human. She was a guest in his home. Relaxing her guard, she assessed him with an appreciative glance.

“You must be Logan.”

“I must be.” He regarded her with a lascivious leer.

Victoria rolled her eyes. She had no doubt. The physical resemblance to Arik became apparent upon consideration. Father and son shared the same high forehead, strong thin-profiled nose, cheekbones and jaw. The boy wore his light-brown hair in a spiky style and lacked his father’s sturdy build. Broad shoulders, long limbs, and a narrow waist kept with his youth. In time, he would fill out. She could tell he’d be huge once he reached maturity.

A quick glance over her shoulder revealed that the woman among the trees had vanished. With a shrug, Victoria dismissed the incident.

“You have me at a disadvantage. What’s your name?” Logan stepped forward, invading her personal space even more. He tilted his head back, mocking the surrender of his throat.

She refused to give ground, so they were almost touching. “Victoria Storm.”

“Victoria—sounds like an old lady,” Logan said. “Can I call you Vicky?”

“Do so and die.” Victoria glared. She expected he got away with murder, thanks to an uncanny beauty that even a distinct lack of charm failed to eradicate.

Logan threw back his head and laughed, further exposing his throat. He oozed arrogance from every pore. “Are you always so defensive, Vic?”

Her fists clenched, and she reined in the impulse to pummel him. “Does that facile charm work with the little high school girls? Do they call you Wolverine and swoon when you walk by?”

“Ouch.” He smirked. “You know, they do. Swoon. But I’m long out of high school and good ol’ dad is to blame for my namesake. Is it my fault he’s a secret comic book fan boy?”

“Our parents’ literary tastes are never our fault.” She felt his heat on her skin and longed to wrap her mouth around the thick column of his throat. He smelled delicious.

“The real question is whether it’s your fault that you’re a bitter disappointment to your father?” She delivered the final cut with a cruel smile.

A facial tick in his jaw showed she had scored a direct hit. His glib tongue formed a quick reply. “It’s always easier to slip under my father’s bar than to try to go over it.”

“A self-professed failure. I’m not surprised. After all, you’re still living at home, and let me guess, no job?”

Murderous anger drove the amusement from Logan’s eyes. He performed a pantomime of hurt, his hand pressed to his heart. “Wow, they really teach trailer trash how to be mean.”

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Melissa Snark is an erotic romance and paranormal fantasy author. She lives in Northern California with her husband, three children and a glaring of domestic house cats.

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Make sure to check out book 1 in the Loki’s Wolves series

THE CHILD THIEF

by Melissa Snark

A Victoria Storm novella

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Valkyrie Victoria Storm has werewolf hunters hell bent on revenge trying to kill her. She can barely keep her own downtrodden pack alive, let alone respond to the pleas of a murdered mother.  Can she set aside her differences and work with her sworn enemy to save a little boy from a Christmas nightmare?

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