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Thanks so much to my friend, Judith for hosting me her
today. I’m sure she’s expecting me to blab a bit about my brand new Ellora’s
Cave release and she wouldn’t be wrong about that. As my readers know, I write
erotic shifter and contemporary westerns (gotta love those cowboys) and I tend
to go back and forth between genres. Over the years, I’ve found it keeps me
fresh. One thing I proudly admit is that I am in total love with my High Plains
Shifters series (EC) and have just finished the sixth book in this popular
series. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the stories, these are all set
in a fictional town in West Texas. I’d always wanted to build a world where
shifters lived and loved by their own set of rules so I ‘built’ the town of
Cloverfield, Texas and populated it with wolves who are cowboys, ranchers, oil
men, shopkeepers, bankers and teachers. It seemed only right that I eventually
expand this world into other areas and chose to set Mad Moon in a small town in
East Texas. This sets the book apart from other books in the series yet I’ve
still maintained a strong connection between the two wolf packs. I’m also happy
to say that though the other books in the series are novellas and short novels,
Mad Moon is a full length story. I just loved writing it and hope you’ll pick
it up.
Again Judith…thanks so much for having me here today! Many
hugs headed your way.
Where to find Regina Carlysle:
Buy links for Mad Moon
Ellora’s Cave Publishing
http://www.ellorascave.com/mad-moon.html
Mad Moon
Regina
Carlysle
High Plains Shifters, Book 6
Madden
Moon knows what she is the second she walks into the old café. Shifter. Wolf.
Trouble. Struck by her beauty and the air of exhaustion about her, the leader
of the Texas Rogues wishes her straight out of town, but as the mating energy
of their species sizzles between them and her enemies approach, he has no
alternative but to bring the beautiful lycan under his protection and into his
bed.
Runaway
Lana Vronski is in big trouble. As she races through the woods, local wolves in
hot pursuit, she believes all is lost until she is rescued by oh so sexy
Madden. When he offers her sanctuary and sex hot enough to burn them both, she
accepts his proposal. But it isn’t until the mating heat between them begins to
sizzle wildly out of control that Lana learns her true salvation awaits in his
arms. Lana’s enemies are relentless, however, and will stop at nothing as they
attempt to rip her from the arms of the man she loves.
A Romantica® paranornal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Except!!
By reading any further, you are
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An Excerpt From: MAD MOON
Copyright © REGINA CARLYSLE, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One
He scented her the moment she opened the door of the old
café. He didn’t know who she was but what she was couldn’t have been
more clear.
Shifter.
Wolf.
Madden Moon’s nostrils flared as the rich, spicy smell of
the female curled through his brain, igniting base instincts that he promptly
pushed aside to reexamine at another time. The she-wolf was an icy blonde,
beautiful and wary. Though he’d never been a fan of short hair on a woman, the
edgy pixie cut suited her delicate features. Her eyes, even from the distance,
were a dark, exotically tilted midnight blue, thickly lashed and currently
narrowed as she halted and stood skittishly in the doorway. The stranger shot
him a quick glance and the single panicked look spoke volumes. She knew he was
shifter too.
For a moment it seemed she’d bolt and head back out into the
dark of night but that didn’t happen. His spectacular hearing registered the
low growl of her belly. Then as her gaze shifted away, she squared her
shoulders and hurried to a corner booth across the room from him.
As High Alpha of the Rogues, it was his responsibility to
keep tabs on shifters who might pass through this area of East Texas. This
poor, bedraggled little thing didn’t seem much of a threat to anyone. She
looked stressed-out and exhausted. Still, he covertly watched her as she
ordered something from the menu and gulped down a tall glass of ice water. By
the time she’d finished that and started to drink her coffee, the waitress had
set a plate containing two large burgers and a heaping mound of fries in front
of her.
If he hadn’t known she was shifter by her scent, the woman’s
enormous appetite would have given her away.
She glanced up at him and Mad had the good grace to look
away. It was hard as hell to avoid staring at her, wondering about her and
trying to figure out why she seemed so distressed. He might be a wolf but he
was also a gentleman.
Most of the time.
Mad finished off the last of his coffee and leaned back
against the faded faux leather of his favorite booth in Joe’s Hot Griddle. The remains of his fried ham, eggs and
buttermilk pancakes littered the aged laminate table. The only twenty-four-hour
breakfast joint in Sweetridge, Texas, wasn’t even close to being hot
tonight. No more than two or three customers filled a room that could easily
accommodate eighty. That was fine. It suited his mood. Mad wasn’t in the mood
for company nor was he feeling particularly chatty.
Joe Grubbs, the shifter elder who owned the place, wearing a
dingy white apron over the girth of his belly, ambled up with a pot of coffee.
Without asking, he poured Mad another cup. He tilted his head toward the
she-wolf who was busily devouring her meal. “Wonder who she is.”
“No clue but I figure I’ll find out soon enough. Probably
just passing through. If that’s the case, she can go in peace.” After grunting
his thanks for the coffee, Mad motioned for the man to sit. “Why aren’t you out
hunting with the others tonight, Joe?” Mad eyed the older man over the rim of
his cup.
Joe shrugged. “Somebody’s gotta earn a buck or two around
here. These days I’m feeling my age and those men get out of control with the
bloodlust. Thirty years or so ago, I liked hanging with the rowdies, but now
the thought of it just wears me out. I took a pass. But I could ask you the same.
Figured you’d be out there ramrodding that mangy pack. Instead you’re here and
looking morose as hell.”
“Just restless.” As High Alpha, it was his duty to tear up
the woods and raise a little hell, all in the spirit of camaraderie and
brotherhood, but he didn’t have the heart for it. He didn’t have to be psychic
to know something was in the air.
Deep in his bones, he believed something was fixin’ to roll
over him like high tide on the Gulf.
Off in the distance, he heard the howl of wolves. His men.
His pack. They’d been hunting in the nearby woods for the better part of three
hours now and, knowing some of them, their blood would be running high. It was
a dangerous time for some of the younger wolves who were known to get into a
shitload of trouble after a bloody hunt. When they were finished, they’d be
looking for a balls-to-the-walls fight and a fast fuck, in no particular order.
Gods help whoever got in their way.
Mad glanced at the woman. If she knew what was best for her,
she’d get out of town while the getting was good. One or two of those young
pups were downright dangerous and if they happened upon her after the hunt,
she’d be in deep trouble. Exhaustion seemed to roll from her body, easy to pick
up on, and he knew it would be hard for her to fight off trouble in her current
physical state.
Yes, she’d best get the hell outta here pretty damn quick.
Finally he stood and tossed some cash on the littered table
then glanced at the pretty lady shifter. He frowned and gave Joe a look. “With
the hunt going down tonight, it might be a good idea to give the little blonde
a heads up. She needs to hit the road.”
When Joe nodded, Mad shrugged, determined to put some
distance between himself and the sexy stranger.
“Best take off and see what’s
what, Joe. You take care now.”
He felt the woman’s eyes on him as he made his way to the
door and stopped to return her stare.
A sound similar to white noise buzzed in his ears and fairly
rattled his brain then stopped almost as soon as it started. Chills raced over
his arms.
What the fuck?
