Haunted Sanctuary (Green Pines Sanctuary)

by Moira Rogers

  A woman stared at him, familiar somehow. Unsmiling. He watched, dumbstruck, as she shook her head, mouthed words and vanished.

  Alpha. The word echoed again, sending another shiver up Jay’s back, especially when the whisper continued. Help him.

  No throb of magic, not a single sense on alert. Jay stood behind the barn, his heart pounding, and fought the urge to run like a damn boy. When he did move, he kept his pace measured, even, and walked back to the house.

  The lock clicked behind him, and absent steps carried him into the den, where he’d stowed Eden’s box of pictures, the ones she’d brought home the night before. His hands trembled as he pawed through them, and a stray shard of glass sliced his thumb.

  “Fuck.” He sucked away the blood and lifted the photo he’d been looking for, a sad shot on the front porch of the farmhouse. Zack’s parents sat in rocking chairs, while he stood between them. His hands clenched so tightly around the straight chair backs that his knuckles stood out, stark and white, but that wasn’t what held Jay’s attention riveted.

  Kathy Green, beautiful but melancholy. The woman in the photo.

  The woman he’d seen outside.

  Help him. Help them all.

  About the Author

  How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take a former forensic science and nursing student obsessed with paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a passion for gritty urban fantasy. To learn more about this romance-writing, crime-fighting duo, visit their webpage at www.moirarogers.com, or drop them an email at moira@moirarogers.com. (Disclaimer: crime-fighting abilities may appear only in the aforementioned fevered imaginations.)

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  He is tired of fighting. She has nowhere to run.

  Cry Sanctuary

  © 2008 Moira Rogers

  Red Rock Pass, Book 1

  Keith Winston is tired of fighting. The war between werewolves and wizards rages on in Europe, but he’s come home to Red Rock, Montana in hopes of finding a bit of peace. Instead he finds more strife as he struggles against the pack’s dictates that he resume his place as the alpha’s right-hand man.

  When he rescues a new wolf on the run, he knows his instant attraction to her could cause trouble. What he doesn’t expect is to find himself embroiled in another battle that goes against all his instincts—and his heart.

  Abigail Adler learned about the existence of werewolves only when she became one. With her life threatened by a corrupt alpha, she flees to the only sanctuary she knows: Red Rock. While she’s grateful for the pack’s protection, she chafes under its unbreakable rules of conduct—except when it comes to submitting to the passion Keith stirs in her.

  Then her tormentor kidnaps her sister in an attempt to lure her out of hiding. To save her, Abby and Keith must be willing to do the very thing that could get them all killed—break all of the rules.

  Warning: Hot werewolf sex, violence, explosions, and a heroine wielding a makeshift implement of destruction.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Cry Sanctuary:

  “Oh, God.” Abby tried not to whimper, but the sound escaped her anyway. The animal inside surged forward again, ready—desperate—to be claimed, and she rose from the table, almost knocking her chair over. For a moment, she didn’t know what to do. Then she took a deep breath and walked from the tiny kitchenette to Keith’s bed.

  She gathered every bit of courage she had and turned her back to him. “Can you unzip me? I can’t reach.”

  Even though she heard him move, feeling his hands slide around her waist was a shock. Strong fingers stroked across her stomach before moving up to cup her breasts, and he drew her back against him. “When I get around to it.”

  Fire streaked through her. Abby rocked back, whimpering again when she felt the hardness of his cock press against her ass. “Isn’t that the dangerous part?” she asked on a moan. “Getting me so excited?”

  “Maybe for someone else.” His voice was cocky, almost arrogant. He pinched her nipples and rocked against her ass at the same time, his voice low and sensual. “But I can handle you no matter how excited you get, and it’s good practice for you.”

  She cried out and covered his hands with hers, wishing the layers of cloth between his fingers and her breasts were gone. “Practice for what?” For going insane? For dying of frustration?

  His breath heated the sensitive skin of her neck, and he bit her earlobe and tugged at her nipples. “For losing control without losing control. I can show you how.”

  Abby shuddered and batted his hands away. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. The heels she wore afforded her easy reach of his mouth, and she bit his lip. “Sounds like a ton of work. We might need to practice a lot.” She skated her lips over his cheek and closed her teeth on his ear, growling softly.

  His growl was louder, lower. He caught her lips in a bruising kiss as he grasped her hands and tugged them from around his neck. He guided her arms down, behind her back, and bit her lower lip in return as he caught her wrists in one hand. “We do need a lot of practice.”

  One hand held her wrists trapped, but the other moved to the neckline of her dress. He tugged it down, revealing the thin fabric of the bra underneath, and made a low noise of approval. “And you need practice in letting me take my sweet time.” He caught her nipple between his thumb and finger and tweaked it again.

  “Bossy bastard.” She tried to free her hands, but he held them tight. Desire clashed with defiance, and Abby growled even as heat flooded her. “Fine. Just let me know when you’ve caught up.”

  He jerked her forward, crushing her hips against his. “Oh, I was hard before we got through the door. But I’m not a kid who can’t control himself.” His fingers inched under the fabric of her bra and tugged it down, baring one breast.

  Her head spun, and the ache inside her grew. She wanted to cry out again, to beg him to go faster, make her come. Instead, she clamped her lips together, muffling the moan that welled up in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her body stiffly against his. She wouldn’t let him win, wouldn’t let him see how close to the edge she was already.

  His breath tickled her ear. “All through dinner, Abby. The whole time, I was imagining how it would feel to be inside you. To bend you over and show you how fucking good it can be when the person and the wolf want the same thing.”

  When she opened her eyes, she could barely focus on his face. “Why didn’t you?” she rasped, pressing closer, sucking in a breath when her nerve endings screamed at the contact. “Why don’t you?”

  “Oh, I will.” He left her breast bare and moved his hand down her body, caressing her stomach over the fabric of the dress. His fingers pressed lower, sneaking under her dress to rub at her clit through her underwear. “Maybe more than once.”

  Abby forgot to be stoic, forgot everything but the searing heat that engulfed her when Keith stroked her. “Fuck—” Her head fell back, her hair brushing her hands where he still held them. She couldn’t control her own body as her hips bucked against his hand, once and then again. The tension inside her stretched tighter and snapped, and the accompanying wave of pleasure wrenched a hoarse cry from her thro
at.

  His fingers kept stroking and his lips returned to her ear. “Is that how you want it? Bent over, your ass in the air?”

  Her knees buckled, and she sagged against the broad wall of his chest. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, God—please—”

  Keith released her hands and plunged his fingers into her hair. His mouth came down on hers, but the brutal domination in his kiss had faded. He kissed her slowly this time, teasing at her lips without pressing past them. His hands moved to the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly pulled the tab, parting the teeth.

  Abby licked his lips and urged his shirt up. “When is it my turn?” she asked against his mouth, the twisting need to make him gasp her name overriding everything else.

  “What do you want to do?” The dress came undone and he tugged it down.

  “Make you crazy.” She let him peel the dress over her hips and kicked it away when it fell to the floor. “I want to make you beg.”

  Keith grinned at her as he slowly turned her to face away from him. His hands smoothed up her arms and to her shoulders, and he nudged her upper body toward the bed. “Sounds tempting as hell, sweetheart, but that’s not how it works. Until you’re in control of yourself, you can’t be in control of anyone else.”

  Her hands hit the bed and curled into the covers. She looked back at him, her brow furrowed. “That doesn’t sound very fair. I’m doing all right so far.” Except for the fact that her arms and legs were trembling, and she couldn’t quite seem to catch her breath.

  One eyebrow went up as he slipped his fingers under the hem of her underwear and dragged it off of her ass. “You think we’ve even gotten started?”

  If a tree falls in the forest, duck…

  Silver Mine

  © 2012 Vivian Arend

  Takhini Wolves, Book 2

  Life in isolation is the safest place for Chase Johnson, a crossbreed who doesn’t know which form he’ll assume next—cougar or wolf. Once a year, his unelected position as spokesman for the Yukon outcasts forces him to visit civilization. This time he runs across someone unexpected. She’s not his mate, but she pushes all the right buttons.

  It’s taken years for Shelley Bradley to gather the courage to return to her home pack. In spite of being the lowest of the low—a shifter who can’t shift—she’s determined to make a place for herself as the Whitehorse locals’ new vet-slash-doctor.

  There’s definite electricity between her and Chase, but sex with fellow shifters and the inherent mind games got old a long time ago. Ignoring him seems best. When he shows up at her office with a wound that won’t heal, she’s stuck—yet drawn to solve this medical mystery.

  As they journey deep into outcast territory in search of answers, their powerful sexual attraction crumbles her resistance. But time is of the essence. If a cure can’t be found before his human and cougar succumb to his injury, he—and others like him—will die.

  Warning: Contains a silver-tongued, hairy-chested, lean-muscled Alpha who’s got what it takes to lead in the wilderness and in the bedroom. Yeah, I know…not really much of a deterrent, is it? Throw in continuing territorial wars and a domestic cat. Stir and enjoy the chaos.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Silver Mine:

  Oh boy. The zap of sexual lust was instant and bad. Real bad. “Why are you doing this?”

  His gaze dropped over her like a caress. “Doing what?”

  Shelley hid behind the kitchen island and crossed her arms. “Doing that. That look. Your comments. I said no sex.”

  “You said no sex in the office. We’re not in the office anymore. Besides, I’m not even touching you.”

  Growling with frustration would just show how much he was getting to her. “Chase. Stop it.”

  He shrugged. “If you’re positive you don’t want to have sex, I’ll stop.”

  “Really?” And why did she feel more disappointed in that comment than she should?

  “Really. But if you wanted to fool around a little, I’m game for that.”

  Sheesh. “You are persistent.”

  He rose smoothly, and again all the images in her brain were of exotic hunters taking sight of their prey and never letting up the hunt. “I’m not some kind of asshole who will hound you until I get what I want.”

  Laughing seemed inappropriate, but she did it anyway. “You’re not hounding me? Definitions are different where you come from.”

  “I’m reacting to what your body is telling me. That’s why I’m now suggesting alternatives.” Chase slid his fingers along her cheek, his thumb stroking her lower lip. “You like me. You’re attracted to me.”

  She couldn’t speak. Not without drooling, his touch was so addictive. Shelley nodded.

  “But for some reason you don’t want to let out the side of us that enjoys sex.” He shrugged. “I’m not going to push you to find out why, but damn if I won’t suggest we can do other things without sex. If it’s only the big bad deed making you hesitate.”

  “You sure you’re not a politician?”

  “Hell, no. They eat politicians where I’m from.”

  Shelley discovered her hands stroking him. Bad hands, to take control like that. “You’re very reasonable. Far more reasonable than most men. Or shifters.”

  “I’m not typical.”

  He said it so dryly Shelley lost control and snorted in amusement. “No. No, you certainly aren’t.”

  Chase brought them closer. His fingers in her hair, smoothing the strands away from her face. “So does that option interest you at all?”

  “The no-sex sex?”

  “Fooling around. As far as you want to go. I’ll follow your lead, but I want to touch you. Make you feel good.”

  A shiver of temptation struck. And when he brought their mouths together again, part of the decision was made.

  Damn, the man could kiss. He was so sneaky she didn’t even register when he picked her up and carried her across the room. He must have, though, because suddenly she was sitting on his lap on her couch, straddling him in fact. That wicked tongue of his brushed along the rim of her ear before he dipped inside, and she shivered.

  Goose bumps, check. Body aching for a touch, check. He kissed the hollow of her throat, and she was lost.

  No-sex sex was awesome. This? This she could totally do.

  She grabbed her T-shirt and stripped it off, pleased to see his eyes widen.

  “Sweet mercy, woman.”

  Being small enough to go braless had its moments. “You too. I promise not to scratch your injury.”

  “I like nails. Don’t worry about it.” He tore off his shirt, and a second later she was crushed against that oh-so-warm and furry chest. Fingers irresistibly drawn to stroke and weave through the thick tangle.

  Then their lips were back together, giving her time to explore his mouth with her tongue. To trace his teeth, to nibble on his lips.

  She clutched his forearms to make sure she stayed away from the cuts on his back. He grabbed her hips and tugged her in tighter, her open legs making her ride along the thick seam of his jeans. The thick ridge of him under that seam.

  He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and licked his way to her nipple.

  Shelley arched against his mouth. “Yes. Perfect.”

  Haunted Sanctuary

  Moira Rogers

  The shadows of her past could destroy their future.

  Green Pines, Book 1

  Eden Green can’t remember a time she didn’t believe in monsters—her cousin was born one. Her family’s dark past casts a long shadow, making it hard to make friends and harder to commit to a lover. She lives a quiet life in small-town Clover, Tennessee, but she’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  Tired of the city packs’ corruption, yet too alpha to be a subordinate in a sanctuary town, Jay Ancheta satisfies his need to protect by serving as Clover’s Chief of Police. As much as he’s drawn to Eden, he can’t offer forever to a woman who doesn’t know what he is—or trust himself to
let her go after one taste.

  When Eden’s cousin and his battered pack stagger into town, their tormentors hard on their heels, Eden is bitten in the chaos. Now Jay not only has a traumatized pack to deal with, but a newly turned wolf with enough hungry alpha power to consume them both.

  With their combined strength, they can create a new sanctuary—if their passion can survive the ghosts of the Green family’s legacy.

  Warning: Contains a newly turned werewolf heroine who enjoys a little rough dominance in bed and a badass alpha wolf hero who’ll fight bad guys, ghosts and even the past to protect what’s his. Be prepared for violence, death and heartbreak on the way to a happily ever after.

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  Haunted Sanctuary

  Copyright © 2013 by Moira Rogers

  ISBN: 978-1-61921-220-6

  Edited by Anne Scott

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