Highland
Moon Rising (Cry Wolf, Book 4)
Sarah Mäkelä
Genre: New Adult Shifter Romance
Publisher: Kissa Press LLC
Date of Publication: October 17, 2014
Book
Description:
A kitten
in a werewolves’ lair…
A Highland reunion...
After months of trying to rescue her
werewolf half-brother Colin who was abducted by evil research scientists,
wereleopard Caitlyn has come home to Scotland to console her sibling. But her
problems are far from over...
Red in tooth and claw...
Still heady and wanton from the power of
last night’s full moon, Caitlyn is in mortal danger. Werewolves have little
respect for other shifters, and she’s trapped and caged at the Scottish Pack's
HQ and at the mercy of Alistair—the vicious wolf who fathered Colin and abused
her mother, and who’s capable of murder…
The sweet smell of arousal...
Her scent can save her, or kill her.
Dougal, the Pack’s new Alpha, hungers to strip her naked and satiate his fiery
lunar lust. But he also senses this beautiful feline with clover-green eyes
that shine through the bars of her prison with burning desire is nearing the
end of her strength. Will he deny his dominance, and the moon’s lingering
power, to be the protector she needs?
Excerpt:
Hinges
squeaked on a door that hadn’t seen use in several months. Months I’d spent
struggling to rescue my younger brother. My attempts had been in vain. Not only
had the scientists who’d captured him discovered my existence and fervently
chased me, but no matter what I’d tried, their research facility had been
nearly impenetrable for a lone wereleopard. The tall fences and heavy-duty
searchlights would have been challenge enough, but the plentiful armed guards
that crisscrossed the compound had made it impossible to proceed.
Fortunately,
the werewolf Pack he’d transferred to had broken him—and the other
shifters—free with their numbers and brute strength. However, I could only
wonder how Colin had fared after all he’d been through. From the brief phone
call we’d shared yesterday, I barely recognized him. He didn’t sound at all
like the easygoing guy I’d known. He was weary and solemn.
But
that was understandable. Whatever had been done had changed him and his beast.
With
each minute, hour, day, I neared the brink of complete exhaustion. Sooner than
later, I needed to rest up. The scientists had stayed so close on my tail for
so long that I remained vigilant at all times. It was so hard to let my guard
down.
While I
was in Scotland to support Colin, I craved the comfort of home and the ability
to run in my feline form without having to keep constant watch over my
shoulder. Och, to feel the lush grass
and dried leaves beneath my padded feet and to smell the forest air mixing and
lingering with the soft undertones of early morning rain. My beast stretched
lazily inside my chest, eager to unsheathe her claws and return to nature. But
there was no luxury for that yet.
Colin
would be arriving back any day now, and I wanted to clean the place up before
his return. His absence had made the house a dusty mess. However, this provided
me with a temporary place to stay, since I’d given up my flat and the majority
of my belongings shortly after he’d gone missing.
Now
that he was safe, I looked forward to rebuilding my life and getting back into
a comfortable routine.
Tossing
my duffel bag on the floor, I took a deep breath, trying to push aside the
stress weighing on me. My brother’s scent still lingered in the air after all
this time. However, I wasn’t alone. Another musky smell—of a wild beast—urged
me deeper into the apartment, calling to me from just out of reach.
As far
as I knew, Colin wasn’t expecting company.
A loose
floorboard groaned behind me. I spun around, slinging my fist at the intruder
as instinct took over. But the hulking man looming over me easily dodged my
punch and landed a hard kick to my outer thigh. I stumbled into the living
room’s leather armchair but jerked back to my feet, quickly regaining my
balance. My cat-like reflexes suffered from being so bone-weary, but I needed
to persevere.
Sucking
in a deep breath, I scented my attacker’s lupine odor and my blood chilled. Shite.
Werewolves
weren’t exactly fans of other shifters, especially felines. The dog and cat
politics between us were as hairy as our domestic counterparts’ at times.
“What
are you doing here, kitty?” The man snarled the words, sounding every bit the
hungry wolf. Dark brown hair swept across his forehead, and he brushed it back
with the swipe of his meaty hand. He stalked closer, invading my personal
space. I didn’t dare to move away and show weakness.
Questions
raced through my head. Who was he? Should I answer him? Something about him
seemed familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Keep the secret safe.
He slid
his blue-eyed gaze down my body, pointedly lingering on my curves. His
momentary distraction was exactly what I needed to attack.
I leapt
into the air, slamming both feet against his chest to knock him down in a
fierce hit. My plan nearly succeeded—even if his massive chest was as solid as
a brick wall—but he grabbed my ankle at the last minute, dragging me down with
him. I twisted, struggling to land on my feet. Unlike my feline counterpart, I
wasn’t that agile. Not with a
werewolf holding onto me.
Air
burst from my lungs as I smacked the floor with bone-rattling force. I gasped,
struggling for each breath after the hard blow. A gentle gust of wind made the
open front door creak a little. My gaze rose to the lush green outdoors. If I
could just make it there, then I could outrun this wolf. Leopards were quicker,
so I’d be safe from him.
Shame
forced its way inside my chest. My life had become one giant race. Constantly
running from one problem to another. That wasn’t me. The fact this wolf had
even managed to gain an advantage over me showed just how desperately I needed
to rest. If I were at the top of my game, he
would be running from me.
About the
Author:
NYT & USA Today bestselling author Sarah
Mäkelä loves her fiction dark, magical, and passionate. She is a paranormal romance
author, but she’s written all over the romance spectrum with cyberpunk, sci-fi,
fantasy, urban fantasy...even a sweet contemporary romance!
A life-long paranormal fan, she still
sleeps with a night-light. In her spare time, she reads sexy books, watches
scary movies (and Ghost Adventures), and plays computer games with her husband.
When she gets the chance, she loves traveling the world too.
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A native of Natchez, Miss., Smith is a graduate of San Francisco State University, and the Summer Program for Minority Journalists at the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism. He began his journalism career as a reporter for the Long Beach, Calif. Independent Press-Telegram.
