The Silver Moon of Merryn Dexter
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Moon Rising #6
By
Merryn Dexter
Now Available
Publisher:
Decadent
Publishing Company, LLC
ISBN:
9781683610496
Word Count: 39,600
Cover Art: Mina Carter
She was in the wrong place at the wrong time
Following the death of her widowed father, schoolteacher Silver
Ellis transfers to Central Florida, looking for a new start. Naïve and
unworldly, she soon realizes she’s made a mistake. She doesn’t fit in. A
foolish attempt to do the right thing leaves Silver on the wrong end of a
murderer’s gun. Only the intervention of Palmetto County Detective Jesse
Farrell saves her life. Jesse needs to keep her hidden and he knows just the
place
He only knows how to destroy in order to save
Kirk Matheson is the last line of defense for the Moonlight Pack.
He’s fought hard and dirty to help save the remnants of their small pack. He
will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Of the pack, but not part of them,
he is struggling to settle in the pack’s new location.
Witness protection has never been like this!
Silver finds herself in the custody of Kirk, the biggest, meanest
man she’s ever met. He attracts her almost as much as he scares her. Once she
starts to uncover his secrets, she’s intrigued. Maybe there is more to him than
meets the eye.
Kirk is outraged when his alpha insists her takes Silver under his
protection. The pretty, curvy human invades his space, driving him crazy with
her delicate scent and sweet nature. The sooner he can get rid of her the
better, right?
When Silver starts to show an interest, Kirk conceives the perfect
plan. He can slake his painful lust for her and, by showing her the monster
beneath his skin, make sure she never comes near him again. Her natural
passions take him by surprise, sparking a fierce addiction he might never be
able to slake.
He’ll sacrifice it all to save her
Betrayal and corruption put Silver in mortal danger. Kirk will
destroy everything he’s saved to rescue the human female he cannot live
without.
Merryn Dexter is a military spouse who, after a varied employment
career (from selling sandals to old ladies with bunions to being a health and
safety coordinator for a construction company), is thrilled to be pursuing her
dream career as a romance writer. She likes The Winchesters, Spike, Hotch, Loki
and watching complicated European Noir. Her hobbies include crying at books,
crying at movies, crying at tv serials (there’s a theme!) and believes all
stories should have a Happy Ending.
Snarling, Kirk shoved the
woman behind his back, trapping her between the door and his thick body. He
rounded on the four men, claws forming, teeth elongated and ready to snap.
They’d summoned him for a reason and there could be no room for doubts. The woman
had been deemed a threat and the situation would be handled.
His way.
Chest heaving like a set of
bellows, he studied the four men arrayed before him. Charlie and Jesse looked
furious, glowering and struggling against the hold Rand had on them. The pack
second looked amused, although Kirk didn’t see anything to laugh about. And
Derek looked thoughtful, studying him with those probing eyes of his.
“You’re hurting me,” a soft,
feminine voice whispered into his back. What did he care about crushing her? She
wouldn’t feel anything soon enough. Still, he eased a few inches away, missing
the slight warmth once the woman was no longer squeezed tight between himself
and the door.
“Calm down, Kirk.” Derek
didn’t bother to raise his voice over the curses pouring from Charlie.
“Not me that needs to calm
down. You summoned me, and we both know what that means. Not my problem you
chose to involve those who have no business here.” He sneered at the two human
males and pressed back against the plump little female until her ripe breasts
nestled against his spine. Her small hands braced at his hips, and she made a
futile effort to push him forward again.
A look of sadness flittered
across the alpha’s face, and he shook his head. “You are what I made you, Kirk,
and I am sorrier for that than you will ever know. I should have realized you
would jump to conclusions as to why I called you.”
A deep growl rumbled in
Kirk’s chest. He was proud to serve Derek and the pack. Every step he’d taken
down the road to hell had been taken with the sure knowledge no one else in the
pack would have to perform an evil deed for the greater good. He carried the
sins of their survival so they didn’t have to.
“I don’t need pity. I just
need your orders. I’ve got a dump site already picked out. She’s only a little
thing so the gators will make short work of the body.”
“Body? What body? I didn’t
bring her here for you to kill her, you freak!” Jesse yelled, straining against
Rand’s hold.
Kirk ignored him, keeping
his eyes fixed on Derek’s face. He couldn’t ignore the sobs, or the scent of
terror, rising from the woman though. Her tears soaked into his shirt, her
fingers scrabbled against his back where she fought to get free from his weight
restraining her. An inexplicable urge to gather her into his arms and comfort
her rose in his chest. He snarled again, using his anger to fight down the
conflicting emotions.
“This is Silver Ellis and
she needs our protection. Needs your protection.
My orders are for you to take her back to the cabin with you and keep her safe
from harm,” Derek said.
A bark of bitter laughter
escaped Kirk. The alpha must have taken leave of his senses. “I don’t do
protection.”
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