Touching the Moon
Lisa M. Airey
Genre: Romantic Suspense with a Paranormal Twist
Publisher: Aakenbaaken & Kent, NY
Number of pages: 272
Word Count: 89K
Cover Artist: www.reese-winslow.com
A gifted healer with a genetic secret and a haunted past, Julie Hastings takes her new veterinary degree to South Dakota hoping to bury memories of a physically abusive stepfather and unprotective mother.
Although intending to lead a quiet life, she finds herself relentlessly pursued by two unwelcome suitors: the Chief of Police and a powerful member of the Sioux Indian Nation.
The man she chooses shatters her world-view.
Her stepfather taught her that not all monsters run on four legs. Now Julie must face another truth—some beasts are good.
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Excerpt from “Touching the Moon” by Lisa M. Airey
In this scene, veterinarian, Julie Hastings, arrives home to find her love interest waiting for her in her bed. She gets a lesson in lycanthrope sex… and it’s not what she expected.
“How did you get into the house?” Julie asked.
“I know where you keep your spare house key.”
“How would you know that?”
“You are frequented by a very observant wolf.”
“What other secrets do you know?”
“You cry during all the movie love scenes and you don’t eat breakfast unless I cook it for you.” He tugged her close. His warmth melted the day’s tension from her body and soothed her soul.
“You move me like a sack of potatoes, your sack of potatoes.”
When he didn’t respond, she turned around to face him. He searched her eyes for a long moment, then moved to place a soft kiss on her left breast. Gently, she ran her fingers through his hair and cradled him to her.
He pulled back and propped himself up on an elbow, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Yeah, Julie, you are mine.” He toyed with her curls. “Question is, are you willing to be mine forever?”
Her eyes flew open in surprise. “Are you proposing?”
“I’m trying to explain…sex.”
“I think I’m aware of the fundamentals,” she said dryly.
He laughed, then grew serious. “Lycanthrope sex is based on different fundamentals.”
“Well, there is no such thing as casual sex.” He kissed her nose. “If you and I make love, we’d bond with each other, or at least I would bond to you. Like geese do. It’s a forever commitment, like a brand on the soul. It cannot be undone.” He tucked a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. His face, so earnest, so serious, erased her smile.
“You don’t want that?” she asked.
“This isn’t about me,” he said, his eyes searching hers. “This is about you. You’d never be free of me, even if you wanted to be.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Lycanthropes play for keeps, Julie. Our union would be more permanent than marriage. And there is no escape clause. No divorce.” He traced his fingers lightly down her neck.” We can’t make love until you are ready to give me the rest of your life.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “Would you like to think on this a little bit?”
“Yes. I think I should.”
About the Author:
Lisa has worked in the wine industry for 20 years, the most recent eight in education with the Society of Wine Educators and the French Wine Society. In these roles, she has authored and/or edited wine study manuals and developed or expanded certification programs for the wine trade.
In her free-time, she writes fiction...naturally, with a glass of wine at the elbow.
She is a Maryland Master Gardener and puts that training into practice in her sizable vegetable garden. To assist her, she has recruited the services of a very helpful staff: two Chinese geese, two mini-Rex rabbits and 2,000 red wigglers (worms)…all of which are “master composters”. An adopted feral cat guards the perimeters and keeps the groundhogs at bay. She resides in Monkton, Maryland.