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Tuesday, June 19, 2018

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Shadow of the Summer Moon 
(Sakana Series Book 2)
by Amanda LeMay

Branded by my pack Alpha.

Betrayed by my mother.

Raised by lies and falsehoods.

The betrayal just as twisted and hideous as the deep scars I now carry.

I have one choice: let my wolf loose and run. Run for my life and to the only other wolf who escaped the San Francisco pack.

I leave my past and my pack behind, hoping for protection, a new home, a new pack and a chance to live free. The last thing I ever dream of finding is a mate.

But falling into Gunner Bodolf’s arms is as simple as breathing in his irresistible scent. And once he kisses me, I can’t walk away. Having been lied to my entire life, there is so much I don’t know about being a wolf. I certainly know nothing of the sakana bond, a rare and precious bond between two wolves, connecting their minds, bodies, and souls.

Gunner and I now share this priceless ancient gift.

I ran from hell and ended up in heaven. Unfortunately, the deadly danger I left behind tracks me across the country to the middle of nowhere, Texas.

My past will never let me go without a challenge, a challenge I refuse to run from. To protect my new life, my new pack, my new mate, I will fight.

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Strange, hot, metallic fumes surround me until I choke. I know what’s coming. I try to scream, but no sound leaves my mouth.
“You are so sweet.”
My skin crawls at the sound of his dark voice. I struggle to move.
“You are mine, Simone.”
Fire touches my breast. It spreads throughout my body, throughout my soul.
I scream and scream and scream.
“Simone! Simone! It’s okay. You’re safe.”
The howling in my ears wouldn’t stop. So many scents—of the past and the present—bombarded my senses. All familiar. However, one particular scent overpowered all the others: smoky and rich, like a cozy, warm fire, and leather cloak, with an undertone of lemon oil.
A deep rumble filled the quiet room as a powerful energy touched my skin, making me shiver.
I opened my eyes and came face to face with an enormous wolf. Bright green eyes, framed by a dark brown mask above a fully silver muzzle, stared back at me. The wolf’s shoulders were immense. And there was something about this wolf—something comforting and electrifying all at once. Nothing would ever happen to me as long as this wolf watched over me. I felt it in my blood, in my body and in my soul. This wolf would fight to his last heartbeat to protect me.
A deep, masculine voice spoke from across the room. “Simone, everything’s gonna be fine.”
The last thing I wanted was some male telling me everything would be fine.
I snarled and snapped at the stranger, who had stayed in the doorway. Though…he wasn’t a total stranger, he was…Jessy’s mate.
Ashamed, I looked away and caught sight of a black wolf in the mirror across the room.
I had shifted.
“Simone?” I lifted my head toward the sound of Jessy’s soft voice.
In the doorway, Maygan and Kern stood behind Jessy and Dain.
Jessy stepped forward, past the huge wolf that stood between me and the rest of the room. She tossed a blanket over my body and sat down on the bed next to me as she gently stroked my fur.
“Simone, hey, I think you had a nightmare. You’re safe here with us. No one is gonna hurt you.”
I gazed into the green eyes of the wolf that stood only a foot from my bed. His anxious features smoothed out, his stiff shoulders relaxing as his big, fluffy tail began to swing back and forth in a long, swooping arc.
I sucked in a breath and let the shift back to human flow through me. Jessy readjusted the blanket, making sure to cover my suddenly naked body.
“I’m so sorry.” Shame and embarrassment heated my face as I bunched the thick blanket up beneath my chin.
The last thing I wanted was to relive those three horrific days over and over in my dreams.
“I can give you a sedative that will help, if you’d like,” Kern offered.
The big wolf in front of me nodded his agreement. A week ago, I would’ve totally taken up that offer, but now, my dreams were another reminder of why I had run, why I needed to start a new life.
“No. Thank you.” I choked back a sob. “I need to remember.”
I looked down at my blanket-covered breasts. The branding wasn’t something I would ever forget, but reliving it in my mind every night reminded me that I would never allow anyone to hurt me again.
Or stand by while others were hurt. Or killed.
“Well, you need your rest, too. If you change your mind and want one night of good sleep, say the word and I’ll make it happen.”
I nodded. “Thank you. I’ll think about it.”
Jessy stood up from the bed. I grabbed her hand.
“Could you stay? Stay with me…for just a bit, please?”
“Sure.” She sat back down as the others quietly slipped from the doorway. The massive wolf didn’t leave his spot. He sat down as if he belonged there—belonged by my side.
Now. Always. Forever.
And having thoughts like that were crazy. I had no idea where they came from, especially since I didn’t even know this male.
The wolf raised his huge paw and laid it gently on the bed next to my thigh as he cocked his head to the left in question.
“Gunner.” Jessy raised her eyebrows at him. “Girl talk.”
He stood and slowly inched toward me, his head low in submission as he nudged his nose under my hand.
“I’ve never touched another wolf before,” I whispered, as I stroked my fingers between his large ears and down his back. The top layer of his fur was stiff and bristly. I dug my fingers deeper into the thick, warm underlayer of his coat. “You are so…soft.”
His luscious scent eased my anxiety and quickened my pulse at the same time. I smiled as I slid my fingers over his silky, silver muzzle. He leaned into my touch, pressed his forehead against mine, and let off a low-pitched whine: a question.
“Yes, I’m…better now.” And I was. Calmer. In control.
He pulled away a few inches. His intense green gaze held me in place as if he could see all the way down into my soul. I placed my hands on the bed, gripped the blanket in my fingers, and held his stare. I wanted him to look, wanted him to see who I was, what I’d been through and that I was no threat to him or his pack.
The next second, warm, wet wolf kisses bathed my face.
His tongue laved over me, from my chin to my nose, in quick, friendly swipes. He flashed his long canines in a strange, wolfy grin, then retreated to the doorway. He glanced back over his shoulder. His brows arched as if he were asking me if I might change my mind.
“I’m okay.”
He turned away and disappeared from the room, his claws clicking on the hardwood floor.
My face tingled where he’d licked me. I swept my tongue along my lips and tasted him there.
Stunned, I looked at Jessy. “Gunner?” His name came out as a sigh. His flavor was still in my mouth and I wanted more.
“Yep.” She crossed the room and closed the door. “He stuck around to make sure you were recovering. He rarely throws his Alpha status up, but when he does, we don’t argue.”
“Alpha status? He’s your pack leader?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” She waved her arms around as she spoke. “He’s got that whole Alpha-power thing going on. He can’t help it, not that he would. It just kind of broadcasts his aura all over the place.”
Gunner. He was their Alpha male. He’d stayed. No wonder I was drawn to him. When I’d run into him, earlier in the hall, his scent seemed to engulf me. I had wanted to sink into his arms. But now, his scent seemed different—changed from before—deeper, more complex and…complete.
One thing I did understand: I didn’t fear Gunner as I feared Rule.

Gunner’s gaze held me to my spot. He lowered his head and stalked toward me. Thick muscle rippled beneath his fur as he closed the distance between us. My heart pounded. I could barely breathe. But I wasn’t afraid or anxious. What raced through my blood as I watched Gunner move had nothing to do with fear or anxiety. It was a strange sort of tingling sensation that traveled up my spine, urging the wolf in me to come forward, to offer up my belly in submission.
He made me feel wild. Reckless. Out of control.
Years of denial kicked in as I clenched my suddenly aching teeth. No changing. No shifting. I’d spent seven days letting my wolf run free. That side of me was a dark place. It drove me. It controlled me. It scared me.
Gunner’s claws scratched at the wood on the porch as he wound his big body around my legs and hips. My fingers sifted through his sun-warmed soft coat, dug deeper and felt the heat of his body.
“I had no idea wolves were so incredibly soft.” The words floated out of my mouth on a whisper. “Or so beautiful.”
Gunner took one more turn around my hips, his big, bushy tail swirling in a happy sort of way. He snuggled his muzzle, cheek, and ear into the valley between my breasts, then lifted his head a little higher to lick my lips and chin in one full swipe.
I giggled as I wiped my mouth with the back of one hand and pushed Gunner away with the other. “I hate to say this, but your wet, wolfy kisses really can’t compare to your lips and teeth and tongue.” His wolf kisses called to the female inside me and she ached to be free, to feel this male all over me in my wolf form.
He snorted, but seemed to grin anyway. He gave me a gentle shove with his head, pushing me toward the front doors.
“Okay, I’m going.” I stepped inside and headed in the direction of the dining room. Behind me, I heard Gunner’s claws clicking on the slate-tiled floor, going the other direction. I turned just in time to witness his shift: his fur disappeared, his back straightened and brought him upright on his tanned, muscular legs. I swept my gaze up and up, from his feet to his calves to his thighs to his perfectly shaped ass.
My mouth fell open in awe. I didn’t stop there, though.
His lower back widened into huge, muscled shoulders and strong arms. He turned and faced me. I stood there, speechless.
He’s magnificent.
I couldn’t stop staring. There was just so much of him.
Oh, my.
Oh, wow.
Oh…dear ancient gods…
It started in my cheeks, the pleasing burn that swiftly rushed through my entire body and settled in my midsection. The room closed in like a kiln as I tried to breathe. And when I sucked in a breath, all I could smell was him. I wrenched my gaze upward to find Gunner smiling back at me.
“I’m gonna get washed up. Throw on some clothes. Go on.” He lifted his chin in the direction of the kitchen. “Get yourself some supper before the boys eat it all.”
And then he was out of my sight.
I found the closest chair and gracelessly plopped myself into it. I’d seen naked men before. Full frontal, up close and personal. But compared to Gunner, they were no more than boys just out of their teens. I had to admit, my experience was extremely limited, but still. I leaned forward, held my head in my hands with my elbows planted firmly on my knees to keep my feet from running down the hall in search of the Comfort pack’s Alpha male. Throwing myself at another female’s mate was the most dishonorable thing I could do.
Stupid. Silly. Reckless.
“What is wrong with me?” I muttered.
I stared out the huge picture windows. Miles and miles of land as far as I could see. From the road, I’d seen an orchard of neatly lined trees, and acres and acres of rolling hills where cattle grazed peacefully. From inside, I could see the house was elevated enough to block out the circular driveway and look out over land that had been left untouched and untamed by man. After running for seven days, feeling the dirt between my toes, letting my inner wolf run free—though the animal side of me was a little frightening, especially when the need for food kicked in—I would never be able to live in a city again.
“Perfect.” I sighed.
I jumped. My eyes locked on to his.
I saw you naked. Totally. Mouth-wateringly. Naked.
Gunner stood with his hands on his hips. Worn jeans, dark blue button-down shirt, rolled-up sleeves, with the collar of his white T-shirt peeking out from the V of the top button.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
I’m okay. I nodded and smiled, probably looking like a mild form of village idiot. “I’m not used to…” Seeing you naked. “…seeing…so many wolves in one place.” Which was also true. “Rule’s pack never spent any time together as a pack. As wolves.” Naked.
“They can be a rowdy bunch sometimes, but I trust my pack. Trust ’em like they were my own flesh and blood.”
I nodded, not knowing what to say. If Gunner trusted them, then so did I. Naked or not.

Gunner’s scent stood out like a luminous beacon in the dark night. The smoky leather and lemon essence coated my nostrils and seeped into my lungs, beckoning me with a force I couldn’t deny, dragging me forward to the only place Gunner would retreat to.
The true wolves that patrolled the ranch joined me as I ran. Though they stayed several feet behind, their collective anxiety filled the air. Gunner was in pain and they didn’t understand why.
The wet rocks lining the banks of the Guadalupe River and the moist, green foliage of trees and grass nearby gave off their own unique fragrances. I’d only been out there once, but there was no doubt, I was close.
Gunner’s deep, rich scent seemed stronger than usual, almost overwhelming, but in a way that drew me to him as if a rope were tied around my neck, dragging me along, because my feet barely kept up.
Another howl split the sky. The wretched anguish twisted my heart.
Gun…I’m coming.
The small, stone cabin came into view. I raced faster. The other wolves fell behind—not only because I outran them, but because they were wary. The scent of their distress had fallen behind with them and for that, I was thankful.
Against the black background of dark trees, a shadowy figure stood upright, unnaturally tall and broad, with massive arms and legs. He threw back his head and howled to the waxing moon.
I didn’t slow my pace. His miserable howl pulled me forward. The moon glinted off his incredibly long canines. His paws were enormous hands, each finger ending in an extended scythe-like claw.
A wolf monster. A gigantic beast. The most magnificent creature I had ever seen.
Some dark, primal part of my soul recognized my wolf mate and I wanted him, needed him, inside me. My wolf craved the weight of his body slamming into mine. I wanted him to rut and fuck and claim me—mate with me—just the way he was.
I skidded to a halt. His enormous head swung around. Bright green eyes glowed luminescent, as if lit from behind. His savage snarl set my teeth on edge. From upwind and blacker than night, I wasn’t sure he saw me, much less caught my scent—an advantage if I were trying to sneak up on him, but I wasn’t. I shifted to my human form as another vicious snarl curled his muzzle.
I stood still, making a conscious effort to slow my rapid breaths, careful not to make any sudden moves. I didn’t know what part of Gunner was more in control, the wild animal or the devoted male. Not that it mattered. Gunner would never hurt me.
“It’s me. It’s me.” The words came from my lips as a gentle command, soothing and confident. “Gun, it’s me.”
With each heavy breath, the light of the moon flowed in sparkling waves over his fur. His coloration was much like his regular wolf form, though it now covered an over-seven-foot frame—white arms, legs, torso, and face, with a mask of varying shades of brown, starting from his forehead and traveling down his back through his incredibly long, bushy tail. He stalked toward me, slow and deliberate, moonlight flashing over his rippling muscles, his clawed feet silent on the damp, hard-packed soil. He stopped his advance a few yards from me.
A wonderful, tingling sensation raced up my spine. Everything inside of me was already on fire. Part of me wanted to offer up my belly in submission while the other half of me wanted to go down on all fours and beg him to take me with total abandon, in a wild, animalistic mating frenzy.
I licked my suddenly dry lips as I struggled simply to stand quiet and still.
Low-pitched whines came from his mouth, traveled through every cell in my body, hit my brain and my heart, and somehow I understood his meaning: no fear. Not a command. A statement.
I nodded in agreement. “No fear.”
The last few feet that separated us disappeared. I slammed my body into his, wrapped my arms around him, and held on as his arms clenched around my back. My cheek barely reached his sternum.
“Never.” It was the only word I spoke before his arms squeezed the breath out of me.

His chest expanded and he howled deep and low. She is safe.

Sakana Series

Kiss of the Winter Moon 
Bk #1

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About The Author

Indie author Amanda LeMay grew up on a small farm in Southern California reading every sci-fi book her dad passed on to her and watching every classic horror movie her mom shared with her. Her love for paranormal romance was an easy leap. Amanda published her first paranormal romance – full of dark sexy wolf-shifters called KISS OF THE WINTER MOON - in February 2018. Her wolf-shifters share a rare and special bond with their mates: the sakana bond, a rare and ancient bond that links their minds, bodies, and souls.

Amanda still lives in Southern California with her own Alpha-male husband and two grumpy cats and dreams of living on the beach in Texas. When she isn't writing, or thinking about writing, (or plotting, or characters, or dialogue, or world building), she's probably working on any number of crafts, sewing, gardening, or lost in another authors' wonderful dream world. She plots most of her novels while walking, or driving, or while on long Texas beach vacations sitting outside listening to the waves. She loves reading paranormal romance, fantasy romance, sci-fi romance, contemporary romance...well, just romance in general. 

Her second novel in the Sakana Series, SHADOW OF THE SUMMER MOON, is set to go live on June 26, 2018.

Book trivia - 
“While on a road trip from Southern California to Texas, about an hour outside of San Antonio we passed through a little town called Comfort. I’d already been in the process of writing a wolf-shifter story, so naturally, I pictured an entire pack hiding in plain sight in the middle of this blink-and-miss it town. I spent the next 2 weeks plotting out a story that became the first book in the Sakana Series, Kiss of the Winter Moon. Where I had planned on another book taking second place, Shadow of the Summer Moon soon took its spot as the result of story hijacking by my beta reader, Janna. She’d dreamed Gunner Bodolf, the Comfort pack Alpha, met his sakana and her name was ‘Simone’. She gave me a few details and I took them, added a little over 126,000 other words and gave Gunner his happily ever after.”

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