How many of you have felt the touch of the moon or have noticed a change in the behaviors of others during a full moon.
As a nurse in the hospital we almost always knew when a full moon hung overhead, because the world and people in it often seemed to suddenly become crazy. Do any of you have any full moon stories to tell? I would love to hear them from you! So post your experience with the Full Moon Animal for a chance to Win a Copy of Bride of the Wolf!
Jennifer St. Giles
Blind Shadowman Navarre is kidnapped along with oil heiress Marissa Vasquez. Their bid for freedom puts them into a deadly race for their lives as they become the hunted prey of two Vladarian Vampires and the evil Dr. Cinatas. Together Marissa and Navarre's spirits form a powerful link matched only by their passion. But can a mortal woman attain true love with a man who is half wolf? Or will their enemies steal their one chance at happiness?
Excerpt From Bride of the Wolf.
“Tell me what is happening. Tell me what I can do to protect you. Where is the danger now?” Frustration and self disgust at his weakness ate at him. How could a blind warrior bring her anything but harm?
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice as soft as the silk of her skin and as warm as the sun. She raised her head from where it rested against his chest and he knew she was looking at him. He turned his face in that direction and felt her palm slide to his check. “I think the danger is gone now. The helicopter passed over without hovering or even dipping below the forest’s canopy. I don’t think they’re turning back for another sweep of the area either. The sound is becoming more and more distant.”
“Then why is your heart thundering with fear?” he said, easing back and feeling his way up to press his palm against her chest.
She gasped sharply and pressed closer to his hand. “Your touch makes my heart race.”
He paused, suddenly struck by something he hadn’t considered before. “Do you fear me?”
“Not fear,” she whispered. “Not as I did last night with the creature Herrera had turned you into. Now it’s excitement. Pleasure. Desire for more, especially when you touch my breast.”
He didn’t need to hear more. The danger had passed and she found great pleasure in his touch. He rubbed his hand against her breast, feeling the silk of her dress and softness of the flesh swelling above the material. She arched her back until the fullness of her breast filled his palm and she moaned deeply.
The sound ignited a hungering fire in him that went right to his groin, making his flesh there harden and throb as it had when he’d tasted her earlier. He caressed her breast, fascinated by how wonderfully perfect she felt, like something fashioned especially for him. A hard point rose up beneath the silk and teased the palm of his hand. When he brushed over that nub again and again, she shuddered in response. He caressed her more and pressed his hardening flesh tighter to her, rubbing against her until he too shuddered from the pleasure.
Impatient with the cool material and wanting to feel her warm skin, he pushed his fingers beneath the silk and moaned at the heat of her and the firm softness as he delved in search of the her aroused flesh. His heart pounded as fast as hers when he closed that velvety crest between his fingers. His mouth watered and his breath hitched. As a spirit being, his life had been one of service, of duty, and what pleasure he’d experienced in the spirit realm had been found in the beauty of the universe, the cradling warmth of Logos, and the exquisite sounds of heavenly music. Never had he felt this intensity of ecstasy. Never would he have imagined or believed such personal pleasure possible.
“Marissa, I hunger greatly. I must taste you.” He bent his head until he found her welcoming lips where he thrust his tongue deeply into the well of her mouth and drank of her with strong swirls of his tongue. He wanted to experience all of her just this way. Flesh to flesh. Mouth to mouth. He wanted explore her, wanted to know if there were more places to caress, more points to harden with pleasure.
By Logos, this wasn’t enough. Something in her was driving him, urging him forward. In some ways he felt as blind in this quest as he did without the sight of his wolf’s spirit, but this frustration was different. This he could do something about.
Was she feeling the same way? He sent his spirit in search of hers as he’d done when she’d slept in his arms. Except, this time, rather than imbuing her with healing energy, he went looking for the energy that made her heart race and her body shudder gently beneath his hands. And just as his wolf’s spirit had seen the forest and the moonlight through her eyes in her dreams, he could see them together in her mind. But they weren’t as they were now. For in her mind they lay upon a soft cloud of white and they were flesh to flesh, touching and tasting.
It was time to take this burning quest to that white cloud right now.