Ever wonder what is truly hiding behind someone’s mask? Are they really who they say they are? And on a full moon, those questions become even more important because the question turns out to be are they what they say they are.
Once in a blue moon, a witch will get what she wants.
Events planner Tabitha Richardson had no idea what she signed on for when she picked up a job for New Orleans’ most eligible bachelor. Russell Tennyson also has a darker side. He is a werewolf, and the full moon is fast approaching. But he isn’t the only one with secrets to keep. Tabitha is harboring a big one right alongside her crush on Russell, and that secret is witchcraft.
It’s the evening of the Blue Moon Ball, a gathering of wolves, and Tabitha is the unsuspecting star of the show. Her attraction to Russell is surprising. When she decides to throw caution to the wind and indulge in her desires, she finds that she has bitten off much more than she can chew. The only question is, will she make it out alive?
“Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Tennyson?”
“Russell,” he corrected, “and yes, I am.” He leaned close to her and inhaled deeply. Rather than moving away, he lingered for a moment, those sinful eyes locking on to hers in an almost challenge. What would have been a creepy move on anyone else was absolutely flattering coming
from him. “You smell delectable.”
Tabitha stifled a gasp. “Thank you?”
He chuckled as he righted himself. “You are very welcome.” He plucked the last glass from her tray and raised it toward her. “To a beautiful evening, prepared by a beautiful woman.” Tabitha giggled a bit maniacally and took a step backward, toward the kitchen. A large, neon sign in her mind pointed to him and blinked the word DANGER over and over again.
“Let me go refill this tray.”
“Wait.” He caught her wrist to stop her, and his skin nearly burned, it was so warm. “Miss Richardson.”
“Tabitha.” His eyes were mesmerizing…she could easily get lost in them. “Dance with me first.” He spun her out to the side before she could respond, taking her fingers in the hand that held his glass and curling his other arm around her waist. She gasped, and he laughed, a deep, rich sound that vibrated all the way to her toes. They were close enough that her breasts brushed against his chest with each step he took. The scent of expensive cologne filled the air around her, and she fought not to press her nose to his throat and breathe him in. He smelled good. He looked good. She was willing to bet he tasted pretty good too.
Stop that right now!
He led her around and around to the center of the room, pulling her closer with each turn until she was pressed tightly against him from shoulder to knee. She felt like she was flying as he twisted and twirled her, that same low rumble of laughter shaking her on her feet, and it would take nothing at all for her to lean forward and press her lips to his….
The serving tray still tucked under her arm slipped, and she immediately snapped her out of her fantasy world.
Out. Of. Your. League.
Cera’s words rang in her head, clear as a bell. She withdrew from his arms with a mumbled apology, a little dizzy from the dance—or his nearness, she wasn’t sure which—and started back toward the ballroom doors. Russell was immediately beside her, catching her by the arm and
drawing her to a stop.
“Where are you going?” he asked, as breathless as she. Good to know she wasn’t the only one affected by their nearness. But not good as well…knowing his interest only magnified the inappropriateness. Cocking her hip to the side, she held the tray up between them and raised one eyebrow.
“You do remember that I’m the hired help?” she asked with a sardonic twist to her mouth.
Siobhan Kinkade originally started out as a Dungeons & Dragons character.
She was an obnoxious little blonde-haired, violet-eyed half-elf rogue who had a bad habit of screaming at random and stealing things from her fellow travelers. She was chaotic neutral, so it pretty much meant she never had to say she was sorry.
She made the transition from fantasy RPG character to fantasy literary character in 2011. S.H. Roddey wrote a story out of her usual genre, and she decided she needed a pen name rather than confuse her audience. Naturally, Siobhan stepped up and said she’d take the blame. Since then, Siobhan has learned to be a little less of a kamikaze even if she never grew out of being a walking calamity.
The romance is strong with this one. Some is sweet and some is spicy. It’s about half and half on the paranormal/contemporary fields, and all of it is quite good. Of course, if you were to ask Siobhan, she’d likely tell you that her creator didn’t have a thing to do with it.
Oh, and for those who aren’t sure, it’s pronounced Shi-von.
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