Thursday, November 14, 2019

New Cover - New #Excerpt - Dark Night of Moon #paranormal

Last week, I posted some new covers on the blog for a duet I wrote some years ago: Moon of the Sleeping Bear, Book 1, and Dark Night of the Moon, Book 2.

It's kind of fun to read through a book you once wrote for several reasons.

1) You're hoping your writing has improved over the years.
2) You're wondering if the genre is still selling well in today's market.
3) And, if you're like me, you say to yourself, "Did I really write that book?"

Dark Night of the Moon is the second book in the series. Sage, our heroine, has realized the wolf that has been following their covered wagon, seems intently interested in their journey, times, seems almost human. Something tells her this is no ordinary wolf, even if she doesn't believe the Native American legend and lore that men can, indeed, turn into wolves.

About Dark Night of the Moon
A paranormal wolf shifter, Dark Night of the Moon, is the sequel to Moon of the Sleeping Bear.

Creed Gatlin flees to Arizona intent on eradicating the haunting memories of his brother's wife, Lauren. Brand Gatlin, presumed dead, resurfaces after a long absence and with his reemergence, the destinies of those he loves are altered forever.

In a land rife with war and danger, Sage must travel to the village of her husband's People, the Winnebago. There, she is reunited with Crooked Back, the ancient healer. On the long trek back to Full Circle, devious plots are underfoot and peril lurks around every corner for Sage, Lauren and Peter Pa. Dark Night of the Moon will take you on an unforgettable journey of war, violence, overwhelming grief, and finally, love.

Setup: Sage has been kidnapped by a rogue Indian, Mad Bear. She is closely watched by Looks Back while Mad Bear is off killing the white man. While taking her normal morning foray into the bushes to relieve herself, both she and Looks Back spy the wolf that's been stalking her. Looks Back views the wolf as a threat and intends to kill him with an arrow.

The branches of a nearby scrub rustled, no doubt a critter searching for his next meal. A phantom sensation claimed Sage, a feeling she couldn't ignore. Turning her head toward the noise, a quiet gasp split her lips. The yellow eyes of the wolf looked into hers. “Walking Spirit,” she whispered, her heart pounding.

Time hung suspended between the boundaries of sanity and the absurd. Reason told her men didn't turn into wolves, and yet she knew in her heart her man had.

Looks Back spun around, his keen sense alerted to danger. He pulled an arrow from his quiver and lined up his bow. Sage scrambled to her feet and adjusted her clothing. With narrow eyes, Looks Back notched the arrow and drew back on the sinew.

“No!” she screamed and lunged toward the shrub. A white-hot pain shot through her chest. She looked down and watched the blood soak her doeskin dress. My blood? Sage fell to her knees, teetered for a minute time and crumbled to the ground. A canopy of pine branches spun overhead. “Run, Walking Spirit, run!” she gasped between pain-filled breaths.

Looks Back loomed over her, his face masked in terror. He drew her into his arms and sprinted back to camp, stumbling over his own feet as he entered Mad Bear's lodge. Laying her on a pile of soft branches, he knelt beside her and stared at the arrow embedded in her torso.

Pain choked her when she turned to look at him. “You must pull the arrow out.”

Tremors claimed his lean body when the howl of the wolf split the still air. He rose and paced the tipi, his eyes locked on the opening.

“You must pull it out! If you don't, I'll die, and so will you when Mad Bear returns.”

He came to an abrupt halt, his face white with fear. “I cannot do this thing.”

“You can and you will.” She didn't believe for a minute he cared about her welfare, but she had to convince him if he didn't remove the arrow Mad Bear would kill him when he returned. 

He knelt beside her again, sweat from his forehead trickling into his dark eyebrows. He jumped when the haunting lament from the wolf echoed around them.

“Soon I’ll lose consciousness from the loss of blood. You must hurry--break it off close to the skin.”

His voice faltered. “Then what must I do?”

“Dig the arrow out with your knife.”

“No, no. Do not ask this of Looks Back.”

Struggling for breath, she rose to an elbow and stared into his dark eyes. “You listen to me. I'll be dead by nightfall if you don't. My medicine pouch, there.” She pointed to a shelf over her berth. Find the bone needle and pull a strong hair from your horse's tail to sew up the wound when you're done.”

The brave rose, pulled the pouch from the shelf and handed it to her. She dumped the contents on the floor and held a twisted stem before him. “Cat's claw. Once the arrow is removed, place the leaves over the wound and cover it with a wet rag.”

He shook his head.

“No more talk.” She softened her voice. “If you plan to grow old, you must remove it. Now, find a leather thong I can put between my teeth, and be quick.”

Thanks for stopping by today to read my excerpt!

ps: I enjoyed reading the book all over again.

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