A LUNA'S REVENGE
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"A Luna's Revenge" is a thrilling tale of love, betrayal, and werewolf lore. Leighton Fishburne, a werewolf banished from his pack, settles in Clydentown where he meets the captivating Anastasia Palmer. Their romance is interrupted by the sudden appearance of Leighton's half-brother, Jeff Rawlings, who warns him to leave town. When Leighton accidentally ingests wolfsbane, he injures Anna and is knocked out by Jeff. Soon after, the CEO of Anna's company is killed, and Leighton and Anna team up with an undercover CIA operative to investigate the death. They uncover a dark secret that leads to a showdown between werewolves, as Anna seeks revenge for her father's death years earlier. As the mystery deepens, Leighton and Anna's relationship becomes strained, with Anna's thirst for revenge threatening to consume her. Leighton tries to help her regain her humanity, but their love is put to the ultimate test as Anna's plan for vengeance puts them both in danger. Meanwhile, Jeff's true nature is revealed, leading to a thrilling confrontation between him and Anna. In the end, "A Luna's Revenge" delivers a gripping tale of love, loyalty, and werewolf legend, with unexpected twists and turns that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the very end.
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A LUNA'S REVENGE CH. 5: THE KING OF THE PACK — BROWN
There was no number to Jeff’s office, if you still chose to call it an office.The entire floor was one big fancy loft. There was a long wooden meeting table with a mini throne at the head of the table. Brown chuckled. Jeff really did fancy himself King around here.Brown walked towards the table. The loft looked was even bigger once he stepped inside; a snooker table with already arranged balls, two sofas, a mini dining table, one large refrigerator. Jeff must be living here.“I see you’re in awe” Jeff called from behind him. He sure loved dramatic entrances.“It’s not bad”“No need to be modest, Brown. Feel free to bask in my glow”“You sent for me, Jeff”“That’s boss to you.” Brown nodded. “Yes Sir” He knew Jeff was baiting him and he was not going to fall for it.Jeff walked over to the throne at the head of the wooden table. Brown observed that Jeff was dressed all I white. Suit and all!He ran his hand over the two wolves carved on the edges of the throne. They were facing oppo
A LUNA'S REVENGE CH. 4: THE CURVES FALL IN PLACE — REBEKAH
Rebekah moved her body in rhythm, humming a song with nothing but a towel over her body. She held the two dresses, one in each hand and posed before the mirror. The red gown in her left hand had been a Christmas gift she had gotten for herself two years ago, and it still fit.It was a red turtle necked gown with tiny pearls all around the neck that barely reached her knees. It was a simple gown. No, not simple, classy. Or hot? Yes, hot, that’s the word.The last time she had worn this gown, to Norton’s end of year Christmas ball, she had turned lots of heads. She could only assume that she didn’t look as plain as she normally looked on regular days. Maybe if she had found the courage to go with a date, he could have told her if she looked nice or not. Or maybe she had worn it all wrong. Or did she just lack what it takes to rock the gown?The second gown was not as hot as the first.A black cotton gown that hugged her slightly the last time she had worn it. It wasn’t beautiful per s
A LUNA'S REVENGE CH 3: OLD BONES — BROWN
Brown paced around in his sparsely furnished cabin; a bar at one end, two chairs and several empty bottles lying about. He wrapped his hand around the neck of a bottle of whisky. It was already past midnight yet he felt neither drowsy nor tired. Everything was going south. He took another generous swig of his whisky, grateful as it heated its way down his throat. Since he couldn’t get drunk, he had to settle for the temporary relief the bottle offered.He hadn’t expected to meet Jeff at Norton. The last he had heard of Jeff, he had been somewhere in New York, being a complete corporate dickhead as usual. That’s the reason he had chosen to come down to Clydentown instead; that and his uncle Gordon.For two people who claimed to hate themselves so much, they were so similar – Jeff and father. Loose. Impulsive. Wild. Angry. So many adjectives yet he felt they all didn’t do justice to the expression he desired.He remembered the way father would beat Jeff when they had been little. How
A LUNA'S REVENGE CH. 2: TEAMWORK — REBEKAH
“He looked even hotter in a suit!” Rebekah thought as she swallowed and stared at the stranger before her. "Ma Cherie, meet..." "Brown Burton" he cut in, extending his hand for a handshake. "I could take it from here Sir, if you don't mind" "Oh. Go ahead" Jean Pierre agreed almost too easily. He sank into his chair and flashed a mischievous smile at Rebekah. He – Brown Burton took what could have been a step forward and stretched his hand for a handshake. "And you are?" "Rebekah. Rebekah Palmer." she didn't stutter. She didn’t take his hand either. Thank you, Biology. "Rebekah, quite a name." he dropped his hand slowly. If he was embarrassed, he did a good job hiding it. "Is that for me, milady?" He motioned towards the coffee in her hand. That wonderfully sexy name he called her in that wonderfully sexy voice. She felt her heart race and then slowly run out of fuel. Why does he keep calling her that? "Oh, this...” she turned to Jean Pierre. "Oh, don't look at me. Let the yo
A LUNA'S REVENGE CH 1: A TUMBLE IN THE DARK — REBEKAH
Carl’s Coffee Café was the last place Rebekah wanted to be. She drummed her sweaty palm against her thigh hoping to quell the nervousness that had knotted in her stomach. What could be so difficult in ordering a cup of coffee? “I wouldn’t want any sweetener or milk” the man in front of her spoke again. She felt the knot in her stomach tighten. His voice sounded so divine - and blatantly British! A baritone as deep as a lazy growl, yet it was light enough to make her feel this giddy and awkward. "So, black then?” Carl, with his trademark chubby cheeks replied. “Not quite” the man with the beautiful voice spoke again, “Could you do something else, anything other than the regular sweeteners and stuff?” Relax Rebekah! "Good Lord" she exhaled. The nausea she felt in her stomach could easily be mistaken for butterflies, but she knew better - or so she hoped. “You really have to decide, Sir.” Carl replied coolly, “Unless you'd have whatever I whip up for you. No rejects, no refunds.”
A LUNA'S REVENGE Prologue
I groaned as my foot tangled in a vine, staggering and swearing all at once. I wouldn’t stop. I felt warm blood trickle over my toe. The scent of fresh blood would lead my assailants to me. I know this. Still, I wouldn’t slow down. The midnight cold stung my skin. The bushes, with razor-sharp knives attached to the edges of their leaves, sliced through my legs as I raced on, defiant. The debris on the forest floor set traps of stumps on my path. "It's no use running, boy!” Father’s voice echoed through the forest. I squinted. I was almost at my destination. I approached a large mildew-ridden boulder ahead and took a sharp left, not slowing down to catch my breath. My instincts were on high alert. I could hear the wolves growl and snap behind me. Father's laughter filtered into my ears, sending tiny shivers down my neck. "There's no way to run. It's just a matter of time before I catch up with you, boy. Tick! Tock!” The moonlit forest, home to my pack for these past months, was
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