Calen Meer has carved out a quiet life in the port town of Astoria, Oregon, and though immortality has made him a wealthy man, he lives simply, running a charter fishing business, where only a very few know he is a werewolf. That is until the infinitely curious, albeit irresistible, Dana Pierce enters his life.
Unaware she is in the company of the man she seeks, her scent sends his libido into a tailspin, and ruthlessly drags violent desires of long ago raging back to the surface of his mind and body. And as Ms. Pierce blithely goes about unearthing a past best left forgotten, Calen is torn between his anger at her intrusion into his life and the profound effect she has on him.
Dana is confused by the emotions the moody fisherman arouses in her, and when she finds out his true identity, her stubborn determination to help him is easily matched by his loathing of witches and witchcraft. But when several women are found brutally murdered, Calen must face the fact, that a creature, not unlike himself, is not only escalating in its rabid need, but Dana may be his next victim.
As their volatile attraction to each other heats up, a devastating secret from the past threatens to destroy them both unless Calen can set his prejudices aside, and let Dana offer the help she’s been born for.
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He walked for a half hour more, traversing the forest northward trying to see which way the thing had gone. The smell of cologne gradually dissipated from the night's moisture. Calen walked another hundred yards to satisfy himself the creature was no longer in the forest.
He'd just come upon a thinner, treed area of the woods when the other scent hit him. Like a fish bat, it took his breath away and for a moment, caused his body to react like a wet-behind-the-ears, sexually frustrated teenager. His manhood instantly stiffened, and a lust he hadn't experienced in years claimed his whole body. With a groan, he bent over, braced his hands on his knees, and forced the unwelcome feeling down into submission.
The scent was heady and alluring...it was all over the base of the old growth red cedar which stood twenty feet in front of him. His common sense recognized it for what it was--pheromones. But whose, and why the hell were they having such an effect on him? It wasn't the dead woman's scent...that he was sure of.
He circled the redwood. As he came back round, he knelt down. Calen eyed the disturbed dirt and cedar needles at the base of the large tree. Carefully he laid his hand on the bark and dragged it roughly downward, scraping his palm almost to the point of drawing blood. He brought his palm up to his nose and inhaled deeply. God knew he didn't want to feel this, but it was like a moth to a flame. Pure, damn lust, he thought bitterly.
No way--he swiftly chastised himself. He was tracking a bloodthirsty killer for God's sake, so why was his forsaken body detaining him now. Once again, he exerted ruthless control over his body's response to the scent; a control which had taken him years to perfect.
The mystery scent which momentarily side-tracked him, faded slowly as he made his way south and again concentrated on picking up the other's scent. Soon he broke into a solid run, deftly jumping over downed trees and roots as he made his way down the slanted forest toward the coastal highway.
THE LYCAN MOON, COMING FROM MUSEITUP PUBLISHING IN APRIL 2011!
S. Durham is a native Oregonian who lives in the Portland Metropolitan Area with her husband, three children, and an independent cat, named Lucy. Though the incredible ocean beaches, and the spectacular mountain forests of the Pacific Northwest, offer a rich mine of inspiration to Ms. Durham, her busy mind and imagination are limitless when it comes to plotting and creating stories of the supernatural sort.
The Lycan Moon is S. Durham’s debut novel, and currently she is working on her third novel as well as a sequel to The Lycan Moon.
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