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© 2008, Sabrina Luna Reviews For FULL MOON FEVER by Sabrina Luna "Sabrina Luna creates a complex and interesting back story for Jac and Ray...Their relationship is intense, but marked by true tenderness and moments of humor...FULL MOON FEVER is a story that deserves to have the reader's full attention." Rated 3 Bookmarks by Yosha at Wild On Books Angel at Romance Junkies gives FULL MOON FEVER 4 Blue Ribbons! "This book will have you on the edge of your seat and turning the pages to see just what will happen next. Ray is dominant, strong and protective just like an alpha should be. He also has a definite sensual side that will curl your toes. Jac is spunky and a total go-getter. She hunts her story down and doesn't give up. The characters are great and the plot is interesting so it's sure to keep you entertained and coming back for more." 4.5/5 Reviewer TOP PICK "Ms. Luna has written a spellbinding story that will weave wonderfully creative images across your imagination...I have always loved the paranormal and werewolves...and Ms. Luna has given me a wonderful addition to my collection. This is a book that I love to recommend and hope others will greatly enjoy." --Heather, Night Owl Romance Reviews Sample Chapter For FULL MOON FEVER by Sabrina Luna “Damn it!” Jacqueline Hamilton snapped off the radio in frustration. She flexed her hands on the steering wheel of her Volkswagen Beetle, then cast a glance up to the early evening sky. Gray, puffy clouds loomed overhead and the moon was hiding. “Fine time for a wintry mix warning,” she grumbled, depressing the accelerator. She had to reach Heather Grove for her assignment and avoid getting stuck in the oncoming weather. It was all her editor’s fault. “I swear, he’s sending me out here on a wild goose chase!” But she’d wanted it bad. So bad, she could taste it. This was her big chance to prove herself as a competent, full-time columnist for The Inside-View magazine. “Jac, you have a good news-sense. You really know how to go after a story, no matter how strange it may seem.” Frank Collins, her editor had grinned at her over his chaotic-looking desk. “Thanks.” She’d blushed, recalling her most recent story about a ‘haunted’ pirate ship. She hadn’t found anything ‘ghostly’ about the ship. No phantoms—just a few squeaky boards and cold air that leaked in through the narrow wooden planks. But, being a creative writer, she’d managed to squeeze out a story on the ship based on its infamous history. “That’s why I want you to take this story in Heather Grove. Our contact has claimed it’s a town with a dark, supernatural secret. I think it would be right up your alley.” “Up my alley, huh?” Jac raised an eyebrow in his direction. “I guess you’re right. I have enjoyed writing articles with the supernatural slant, so a haunted town might be interesting.” “Oh, it’s not haunted,” Frank corrected. “Our contact says the town’s run by a pack of werewolves.” “Werewolves? Ah shit, Frank, what the hell do you mean werewolves?” Jac rolled her eyes. “This is the twenty-first century! What kind of moron told you that bullshit?” Frank chuckled. “That moron has forwarded some information to my email that is quite interesting. So, I figured I’d send you out there to investigate and come back with a dynamite story for The Inside-View. Besides, this could be your shot at getting a full-time position here, Jac.” Jac eyed the man with a thin smile, but her mind was spinning. A full-time position at the magazine? The offer was tempting. The Inside-View’s reputation as a premier magazine in the southeast was growing. For the last few months, Jac had been putting in extra hours, writing stories and editing copies with the hopes of a permanent position with the magazine. Jac’s gut clutched. She’d had enough of journalism and its harsh lifestyle. Lifestyle? Working for a twenty-four/seven metropolitan newspaper meant having no life. She knew that for a fact. She was ready for something bigger, something better and The Inside-View fit the bill. Writing articles for the magazine would give me more leisure time, a steadier paycheck and maybe a chance to write a novel. It could be the answer to her dilemma. “Oh, all right. You got me, Frank.” She sighed and took the assignment folder from her editor’s extended hand. “So, when’s my deadline?” The next thing Jac knew she was on the highway, heading for a remote Southern town. Turning off the interstate, she proceeded down a narrow strip of road, passing a green sign which read Heather Grove 3 miles. She sighed with relief, knowing she wasn’t far from her destination. From what little information she’d found on Heather Grove, the town was founded by the descendants of several Scottish clans in the eighteenth century. This captured her interest since her mother’s side of the family traced their linage back to the Highlands of Scotland. However, the whole idea of a werewolf story was ludicrous, but Jac figured she’d be able to creatively piece together something based on the town’s history and a few anecdotes from the townsfolk. Anything to meet her deadline and nail down the full-time job offer that Frank was dangling over her head. “That sneaky bastard,” Jac grumbled. “He has some nerve to— Oh my God!” A large blurry object shot out in front of her car. Startled, Jac slammed on the brakes and jerked the steering wheel. The Volkswagen careened off the asphalt and skidded, landing in a ditch with a resounding crunch. Time stood still. Jac’s heart pounded against her ribs as she struggled to calm her jangled nerves. “Shit, shit, shit!” she cursed, slowly reaching into the floorboard of the Volkswagen to retrieve her tossed bag. Thankfully, her laptop case was well-padded. She only prayed her cell phone was still working. Drawing a deep breath, she flipped open the uberthin phone and, with trembling fingers, dialed 9-1-1. * * * * A loud crack drew Ray McShaw’s attention over to the other side of the bar. Balls scattered over the green felt. Rhonda Morrison drew away from the table with a smug smile on her face and a pool cue in her hand. Ray chuckled. Surely everyone who hung around The Red Lion knew she was an ace. Fat chance! There was always one in the crowd who thought he could beat her. Ray shook his head in disbelief, drawing a frosty mug of beer to his lips. “You’re going to have to let someone win one day,” he’d joked with her earlier over a plate of fresh, hot fries from the bar’s kitchen. “Are you trying to spoil my fun, Ray?” she asked, her mouth twisting into a playful pout. “Crushing a guy’s ego’s no way to win him over, Ron.” “Heck, the guys around here are chumps!” Rhonda exclaimed, then narrowed her gaze. “Besides, the good ones are taken…or not even looking.” Ouch! Her well-targeted jibe had hit the mark. “Now, don’t you start on me, too. Is that all you women think about?” Ray speared a hand through his thick, dark hair in frustration. “Just because Megan’s got her a mate, that doesn’t mean Ritchie and I have to settle down, ya know?” Rhonda gave an exasperated sigh, then went silent as she continued munching on the plate of fries. Deep down, Ray knew she meant well. However, he and his twin brother, Ritchie, were appointed guardians and protectors of their pack. The sithech blood coursed strongly in their veins…the blood of the wolf. Since their father’s death a few years before, Ray had taken his place on the pack council. He was more serious about pack affairs than his twin, who’d rather spend time out of town. Heather Grove was too confining for Ritchie, but Ray loved his hometown and his sithech kin. He would do anything to keep them safe…even if it meant having to firmly lay down pack law. Recently, Ray had done his duty and, along with the council, had removed Jerry MacDonald from his seat, lowering the jerk’s status within the pack. Hell, MacDonald was lucky that Ray hadn’t killed him for attacking Derek Lee and his little sister, Megan, on Halloween. Damn lucky. But Ray had heart and saw to it that MacDonald was sent to the hospital down in Columbia to receive extra medical and mental attention. However, there had been no word from the doctors about how long MacDonald would be under their specialized care. “The place is pretty crowded tonight, Jim!” Ray yelled over the bar to his friend, Jim Douglas, making himself heard over the loud music. “Yep, considering the weatherman’s storm warnings, we’re doing fair.” Jim shrugged his big shoulders, wiping another beer mug dry. “Can I get ya another beer?” “No, I’m heading back to the house. This cold goes straight through to my bones. All I need is a hot shower and a warm bed.” He winked. “Warm bed, huh? Anyone I know?” Jim flashed him a feral grin. “That’s not what I meant.” Ray shook his head. “The full moon’s coming and all you wolf-hounds can think of is s-e-x…sex,” he quipped. “But I’d rather you fellas fuck yourselves silly than lose your cool and tear up the town.” Jim laughed at his departing comment as Ray said his ‘goodbyes’ around the bar. His gaze met Rhonda’s over at the pool table. Giving her a quick nod, Ray turned and headed out the door. The silvery moonlight made the frosted ground glisten beneath his cowboy boots. He tromped through the parking lot to his black 1966 Chevy pickup. She was a classic, in need of some exterior repair, but under her hood was some haul-ass, raw power. Ray slid behind the wheel and turned the key. The engine roared to life. As he waited for her to warm up, Ray gazed through the windshield at the faint light shining out through the heavily clouded night sky. The moon reminded him of a woman…cool and very unpredictable. The irony made him chuckle. The lunar effects on the sithech were truly the stuff of folktales and, now, urban legends. Those with wolfblood experienced a heightened sense of aggression or arousal during the full moon phase. As pack guardian, he’d have to dispel his own bouts with moon fever. Yet he could already feel its silvery caress in his veins. Ray cursed under his breath. The February moon was gaining strength every night as it swelled to fullness. Ray understood too well the unpredictability of the moon. He also knew to be prepared for anything to happen. Buzz! Buzz! Ray reached down, unclipping the cell phone from his hip and flipped it open. “Yeah?” “Hey, Ray, did I catch you at a bad time?” It was Ernie Campbell, one of the pack’s town hall connections and twenty-four/seven computer geek. “No, man. Just heading home from the Lion. What’s up?” There was silence on the other end for a moment. Ray’s stomach rumbled with nerves. His sithech senses flared with sudden alertness. “What’s up?” he repeated, slowly. “Uh, we might have some trouble here.” Ernie’s thin voice quivered through the receiver. “Someone’s been trying to hack the, uh, computer database.” “Trying? Did they succeed?” Ray asked, leaning back against the truck’s headrest and closed his eyes, pulling his focus inward. The only drawback about using cell phones was the inability to say too much about pack-related matters. “Hmm, not sure yet. I can let you know something by morning,” Ernie replied. Even through the thin receiver, Ray could hear his friend clacking away on the keyboard. “Why don’t we meet for breakfast in the morning at the diner? Then, you can tell me what you’ve found. Okay?” Ray could almost see Ernie in his mind’s eye hunched over his computer with his curly red hair sticking out in disarray. Under any other circumstances, he would’ve laughed, but his senses told him this was no laughing matter. “Yeah, I copy that. Tomorrow morning at the diner. I should have something for you on it,” Ernie confirmed. “Sorry to bother ya. Later.” The phone snapped off. Ray gave a deep sigh, returning the phone to his hip. Damn, if it wasn’t one fire to put out, it was another. But that was his job, his life’s calling. Times may have changed since his forefathers had assumed the mantle as pack guardians, but his duty was the same—to protect the sithech, no matter what the cost. |