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The Midwife’s Moon

NAME_453x680 (1)Hi *waves frantically*

How are you all? I’ve been sick for 9.5 of last 13 months… I went almost two months healthy once. Just long enough to put my garden in. For that reason, it’s been difficult in my personal life. However, I’ve managed to write a few things when not fighting for breath. 😀 Yay for writing! I’m pleased to say, by the end of the year, I’ll have been in three anthologies, and put out two books with one publisher, and another book with a different one! I’ve mentioned Crimson and Serviced anthologies which came out earlier in the year. Now, I’ll introduce you to The Midwife’s Moon which is the second in The War of the Weres series. 😀 It just so happens, it’s 20% off on the link there (as is The Ulfric’s Mate!), but only until the end of October, so don’t wait!!!

Love the cover 😉 and How’d you like an exclusive to my website only excerpt? 😀

“I’ll go see what I can find. He’s not a Wahpawhat?”

“No, he’s here under Nolan’s protection.”


The doctor didn’t say anymore than that, but he didn’t have

to. Lisa knew too well that as an Elite Guard, she could be held responsible for his injuries. In the were world that didn’t mean some money lawsuit.

“His wife is here. Her and Lance are moving the car then will need someone to show them down here.”

“Sherona can do it,” the doctor said before moving to Marty’s bedside where Paul had already inserted an IV into his arm and started fluids.

That startled her. “Sherona’s here?” Curiosity filled her. Why was the queen of the werejaguars at the hospital? “Trouble with the cats?”

“No.” The doctor didn’t elaborate, and his demeanor forced her to back off. She may have been relatively new to the wereworld, but she wasn’t new to back-off signals.

Lisa paced the small waiting area, fighting the fear that threatened to swamp her mind and cause her to lose control. Her hands began to shake, for it affected not only her, but the entire pack.

Marty’s pack ulfric technically had a right to know one of his own was injured, but Marty was seeking political asylum. She rubbed her forehead, wishing she could rub the thoughts out as well, then heard the elevator doors open and turned. Lance stepped out and walked toward her. His arms opened, and she flung herself into them.

“Thank you for driving us,” she said into his shirt, taking comfort in his scent as she spoke.

“Of course,” he replied and stepped back. Elizabeth wasn’t his only elevator companion. Sherona, Nolan, and Alex were there as well.

Lisa went before him, bowed her head, and held out her hand, the formal submissive pose when not being confronted. Tears threatened. She couldn’t bear the thought of being kicked out of the pack, or worse, but she’d failed at her duties.

“Lisa,” Alex said and touched her arm. Lisa looked up at her, but Alex’s face had turned to Nolan.

“Lisa,” Nolan echoed. “We will find out what has happened. You are not, nor will you be, banished for this.”

Sherona snorted, and Lisa wondered at her merriment. Lance stiffened next to her, and his grip on her shoulder was almost painful, but she welcomed it. It showed he cared.

“Ah, Ulfric, you might try a new tactic. She’s more scared now than before.”

Lisa jerked her face toward Sherona. How in the hell did the jaguar queen know that? For if she wasn’t being banished, that meant—her hands flew to her throat, and she didn’t even allow the thought to finish.

The Ware of the Weres is near and dear, and I have an announcement pertaining to those: I have contracted for 15 more books in the series, including 5 freebies 🙂 So if you want to start reading a series that will through pressies your way once in a while, start on this!

As I said earlier, I have been sick, but that’s not stopping my writing. Maybe slowing me down a bit… 😀