Moonlight Protector – Ashton Grove Werewolves, Book 1
Cole Andrews has only wanted one thing -- his destined mate. Family is everything to Cole and he can't wait to start one of his own. Now that he's in his thirties, he's starting to wonder if Mrs. Right is really out there or if she slipped through his fingers. He's seen every available woman in his small town of Ashton Grove and so far none of them are "the one." When he discovers a crashed car in the woods near his home in his wolf form, he follows the tantalizing smell of the human driver. Marin Thomas has a troubled past, and one that could catch up to her at any moment, but with just one sniff Cole knows that he'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
Moonlight Hero – Ashton Grove Werewolves, Book 2
Alpha werewolf Gabriel Andrews is content with his life, even if it's a bit lonely. He wants what every wolf wants -- his mate. When a stunning woman darts into his garage, panting for breath and looking more than a little frightened, his wolf sits up and takes notice. She smells enticing and a hunger grows inside of Gabriel, and he knows he must have her. But loving Kiera will not be an easy task with a ravenous vampire hot on her trail. It seems his little shifter mate is something a little more, and it will take him and an entire pack to keep her safe.
Moonlight Guardian – Ashton Grove Werewolves, Book 3
Michael Andrews is the last of his brothers to find his mate. He's played it tough, trying to convince his family that a mate is the last thing he wants, that he enjoys having a different woman every week. In reality, he's afraid. He wants to find his mate and thinks he may already have, but what if he won't be a good husband? Maybe he just isn't made to love someone.
Chloe Stevens is on her last leg. She found a guy she thought was great, only to end up pregnant and have the guy vanish into thin air. Then she lost her job and consequently, her car. Now she's facing eviction. Five months pregnant, no job, no car, and now no home have forced Chloe to do the one thing she swore she wouldn't... contact the father of her baby. She may have just been a fling to Michael, but their few days together had meant more to her.
When a pregnant Chloe shows up looking for Michael, he's stunned to find out that he's going to be a father. It appears that fate is determined to put the woman in his path. But is Michael willing to fight for Chloe when another werewolf decides to claim her?
Moonlight Champion – Ashton Grove Werewolves, Book 4
The last thing Connor Tierney expected was to have his mate dumped in his lap - literaly! After a hard day at work, Connor is relaxing when Aislinn Walsh materializes in a ray of light. Seeing at once that she's injured, he does all he can to help her.
Aislinn has been married to an abusive husband for the past year. When she finds out she's in Aston Grove, she finds it unbelievable. Even more unbelievable is the handsome man taking care of her. Claiming to be her mate, does she date trust him with her heart? She's been waiting a long time for a knight in shining armor. Little did she realize it would be a night in furry armor!
It was a dark, cold, rainy night. The black and silver wolf ran through the woods, oblivious to the cold wind or the rain pelting his fur. The moon was full in the midnight sky, but there were just enough clouds to block out the stars. The wolf stopped and listened, hearing a faint noise. Cautiously, he approached.
Not far from the road, a car was over-turned. A woman was lying on the ground calling for help in a voice so soft human ears could not have heard it. Upon closer inspection, the wolf saw a gash on her head. The coppery smell of her blood was almost too much to bear. The scent was so strong that he knew there were other lacerations, ones he couldn’t see.
Lifting her head, Marin saw the wolf. She knew that she should be afraid, but she was cold and in pain. The wolf might be her only chance of getting help. It wouldn’t be long before Stefan returned to make sure she was dead or to drag her back to her prison. If she didn’t get away, there was no telling what he would do to her. The last time she had escaped, he had chained her to a wall for a few days and done unspeakable things to her. He hadn’t broken her spirit, but she knew her body couldn’t take much more.
Looking into the wolf’s eyes, Marin pleaded for help. “Please help me.” Before she could feel ridiculous for asking a wolf for help, the darkness overtook her. As her head slumped back to the ground, the wolf turned and headed back into the woods. Running as fast he could, he raced around trees, over fallen limbs, and headed for the clearing. As he broke through the last of the trees, he could see the old Victorian house standing on the hill. He bounded up the grassy slope and ran up the back steps, pushing open the door with his paw he rushed into the house.
“Cole? What’s wrong?” Gabriel asked as he stepped out of the living room, a concerned look on his face.
For his brother to come hurrying through the house in his wolf form meant that something was terribly wrong. The brothers typically kept clothes stashed nearby and changed before coming back to the house. Their nearest neighbor was a block away so they never had to worry about people crying wolf, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Their home was the only one on this side of the street and their auto repair shop was the only thing across from the house, which made their home the ideal place for three werewolves to live. The only thing better would have been a house in the country, but this was their family home and selling it was unthinkable.
The wolf turned in a circle and backed towards the door. Gabriel grabbed his leather jacket and followed. His brother led him through the woods for what seemed like an eternity before they came to the crash site. Gabriel noticed the unconscious woman on the ground and knelt beside her. He checked her pulse, which was weak but steady.
“She’s still alive. Why don’t you go put some clothes on and bring your truck? We can lay her in the backseat and take her to the hospital,” Gabriel said, looking at his furry brother.
The wolf nodded and once more bounded off through the woods, arriving at the house in record time. Pushing open the door, he ran up the stairs to the third floor. Entering the first bedroom he came to, he shifted back into human form. In his wolf form, Cole was larger than your typical wolf. His eyes remained the same as they were in his human form, which were steel gray. As a human, he was six-foot one, well muscled with six-pack abs, and relatively short black hair that barely curled over the collar of his shirt.
Cole threw on a t-shirt and jeans. He put on his boots, grabbed his wallet and his keys and headed back down the stairs. Jumping in his black Ford truck, he drove to the highway and headed in the direction of the crash site. It didn’t take him long to locate the place where the woman’s car had gone through the railing and down the embankment. There were two sets of skid marks side by side, one belonged to her car and stopped at the railing, but the second set continued down the highway. Cole parked on the side of the road and put on his hazard lights. Climbing out of the truck, he jogged down the hill toward his brother and the unconscious woman.
“Is she doing okay?” Cole asked, as he approached them.
“She woke up for a minute while you were gone, just long enough to tell me she doesn’t want to go to the hospital. I have a feeling she’s running from something, or someone,” Gabriel responded with a worried look on his face.
Cole nodded as if he had expected as much. “I saw some skid marks on the road. I don’t think she ran off the highway by herself.”
Cole looked down at the woman lying on the ground. What kind of trouble could she be in? Her face was covered in blood from the gash on her forehead, but he had a feeling she was beautiful when she was cleaned up. She had long dark hair and a clear pale complexion. She couldn’t be more than five-foot two, if even that, and looked like she was in her late teens or early twenties.
Something stirred inside of him as he looked at the helpless woman, making him feel fiercely protective of her. Cole was a little shocked at his response to her. He wasn’t only attracted to her in a human way, but his inner wolf recognized her. The primitive side of him wanted to lay claim to her before either of his brothers could. He had always thought that only the alpha could detect their mates, but apparently, he was able to sense his own when she was present. This was a rather startling realization and one he didn’t want to dwell on. Right now, his top priority was making sure the woman was taken to safety and cared for.
Kiera slowly opened her eyes. Turning her head, she saw a large black wolf standing next to the tub. Her first reaction was to shriek. Once her heart settled down, she remembered that she wasn’t at home. Hesitantly she reached for the wolf.
The wolf nodded his head yes.
Kiera smiled at him. “You make a beautiful wolf. I’m sorry I fell asleep; the water just felt so relaxing I couldn’t help myself.”
Gabriel nudged her towel closer to her and padded out of the bathroom. He shifted back into his human form and threw on some pajama pants. He didn’t wear them very often, but he kept a pair on hand in case of an emergency. He figured that tonight was definitely an emergency. If he held Kiera against his naked body, they would be doing a lot more than sleeping. The woman lit him on fire.
He had just picked up his dirty clothes when Kiera came out of the bathroom in a long white nightgown. It had thin straps and a hint of lace at the bottom. She looked like an angel and somehow managed to look sexy as hell at the same time. She had that innocent and yet naughty look to her.
Gabriel started to turn down the covers. Turning to face her he asked, “What side of the bed do you normally sleep on?”
“Oh, um, the left.”
Gabriel walked around to the other side of the bed and turned down the covers. He held his hand out to her and she slowly walked over to him. She was so tired that she looked like she would collapse at any moment. Gabriel picked her up and gently laid her down on the soft mattress. He had a large king size bed with a hand-carved wooden headboard. Kiera was so petite that he would have to get some steps for her to use; or buy a different bed.
Once she was tucked in, Gabriel walked around to the other side and climbed under the covers. In her sleep, Kiera moved closer to him until she was pressed against his side. Gabriel sighed and drew her into his arms. It was going to be a very, very long night.
Chloe sighed as she trudged up the walkway toward her apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had left at the moment. She’d lost her job about two months ago, and last week the bank had sent someone to repossess her car. So far, her job hunting was going nowhere. She only had enough money left in her account for another week’s worth of groceries. She was behind a month in her rent and had no idea how she was going to pay it.
As she approached the building, she noticed a pile of bags, furniture, and other items out on the sidewalk. Upon closer inspection, she realized that it was her things, or at least what was left of them. It looked as if they’d been ransacked already.
Tired, hungry and feeling at a loss, she walked up to the manager’s door and knocked. Mr. Marsalis answered almost immediately.
“Ah, Ms. Stevens. I’m afraid the lock has been changed on your door and your items have been removed from the premises. Your rent is now two months past due.”
“Two months? But…”
“Yes, indeed. As of this morning, you are officially two months past due. I’m sure you’ll recall that the lease agreement you signed stated that if you should become two months behind you would be evicted.”
Chloe sighed. She did remember, but she’d thought she had another day or two before it was due. Not that it would have mattered. Without a job, she didn’t have a way to pay the rent regardless of when it was due.
She weakly nodded her head.
“Yes, Mr. Marsalis. I do remember. I’m sorry for all of the trouble, but I lost my job and haven’t been able to find another.”
Mr. Marsalis gave her a pitying look.
“I really am sorry, dear. If you find a job and need a place to stay, I’ll be happy to rent to you again, but until them I’m afraid my hands are tied. I may manage the property, but I don’t own it.”
“I understand.” Chloe turned and left the building, dejected and uncertain of what she should do. Absently she rubbed her rounding stomach. She had no one to turn to; her family had been killed years ago in an earthquake in California. She'd been sent to Georgia afterward to live with some distant relatives, but they were long gone now, as well.
Picking up a sack, she put a few items of clothing in it from the sidewalk before walking away. There was no point in staring at the things that had once made up her life; she couldn’t carry it all, and even if she could, she had nowhere to take it. It was best not to think about it. If she thought about it too long, she knew she’d end up crying. Stupid pregnancy hormones!
Walking aimlessly, she pondered her fate. Where on earth could a broke, jobless, homeless pregnant woman go in such a small town? Her stomach rumbled and she remembered that she’d missed lunch. While she didn’t have much money left, she did have enough in her purse to get a late lunch at a fast food place.
She spotted a hamburger place and quickly walked inside. After ordering her food, she chose a table with a window. Chloe gazed out at the beautiful September evening as she nibbled on her dinner. Unfortunately, her troubles were weighing heavy on her, and she couldn’t enjoy her meal or the view.
It was becoming clearer and clearer that she only had one option left. She had to find Michael.
Aislinn sat in her favorite chair reading a book. She’d always had a thing for paranormal romances and was reading about a werewolf in a place called Ashton Grove, Georgia. The hero was everything she’d ever dreamed of in a man. As she turned the pages, she lost herself inside a world where the women always found the men of their dreams, princes among men. It was such a far cry from her life that it was almost funny. At twenty-three, she was married to the worst possible man. Hugh Winston had been charming, funny, and a gentleman while they were dating. It had been no small wonder that Aislinn had accepted his proposal nearly a year later. If only she could turn back the clock! At the very least, she was thankful she had kept her name when she had married him. In retrospect, she was surprised that Hugh hadn’t pitched a fit when she’d told him she was keeping her maiden name.
Hugh and Aislinn had been married for nearly a year now. The first month hadn’t been too bad, but after that… well after that Hugh had changed. She’d often heard women say they married one man and ended up with another. No truer words had ever been spoken! A little over a month into their marriage Aislinn noticed that Hugh was drinking more and more. The more he drank the louder and more obnoxious he became. It didn’t take long before he started hitting her. Aislinn remembered the first time as if it were yesterday. She had been ironing his shirt when he had suddenly backhanded her across the face, yelling at her for using the wrong type of starch. The blow had been strong enough to knock her to her knees. She had apologized profusely, having no idea what had set her husband off in such a manner. However, the next day he found something else to complain about and hit her again. Now he didn’t need a reason. As Aislinn fell into her book, she wondered why she hadn’t been given a fairy tale ending. Sure, she was young and could always divorce her husband, except he’d made sure that she had nothing and nowhere to go. She supposed she could call a women’s shelter, but just the thought of doing something like that made her shiver. Was it really too much to ask for a knight in shining armor to ride up her driveway, knock her husband out, and carry her off into the sunset?
Hearing a car in the driveway, she quickly put her book down. Running to the kitchen, she checked on dinner. The roast still had another fifteen minutes before it was finished. What was she going to do? If dinner wasn’t on the table when Hugh walked in, she knew there would be hell to pay. Never mind that he was home half an hour early; it would still be her fault somehow.
Opening the fridge, she spotted his favorite brand of beer in the back. Grabbing the bottle, she popped the top and placed it on the table beside his comfy chair in the living room. Maybe she could placate him while the roast finished cooking. Rushing, she quickly set the table. Aislinn was just placing the silverware on the table when Hugh walked in the door.
“Something smells good,” he said, putting down his briefcase and taking off his suit coat.
Aislinn popped her head out of the kitchen. “I’m making a roast with potatoes and carrots. I made your favorite salad on the side,” she said with a smile.
He grunted. “It isn’t ready yet?”
“Almost. I put your favorite beer by your chair. I thought you might like to change clothes and relax for a minute while I put the finishing touches on dinner.”
Hugh stormed into the kitchen, “You’re full of shit!” Fury rolled off him in waves. “You’re just trying to butter me up. You screwed up and you know it!”
Aislinn backed toward the other kitchen door, ready to flee if she needed to. “No, Hugh, I honestly thought you might like to change and relax! Really! Besides, you’re home a little earlier than usual.”
Hugh roared in anger and lunged for her. “So this is my fault? I’m early you say! It’s never your fault, is it Aislinn?”
Aislinn took off for the bedroom, but she didn’t make it in quite enough time. She felt Hugh grab a handful of her long hair and pull as hard as he could; pulling her off her feet, dangling her like a rag doll. When he released her, he backhanded her across the face, knocking her to her hands and knees.
“I’m tired of your lies, you stupid bitch!”
Hugh kicked her in the ribs, sufficiently knocking the air right out of her lungs. Aislinn curled into a fetal position, gasping for air and trying to see through the haze of her tears. She felt the blows fall one after the other to her arms and legs. She had her face covered as best she could, but knew she would have one bruise for sure.
Just when she thought he was finished, she felt Hugh’s hand grab her by the throat. He hauled her to feet and slapped her. Grabbing her throat once more, he lifted her into the air and threw her across the room. Aislinn flew the four or five feet to the bedroom wall. As she was flying through the air, she made a wish; she wished that her fairy tale ending could come true and that she could find her knight in shining armor.
Aislinn hit the wall with a sickening thud and her thoughts were no more. As her body fell to the ground, it suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving her abusive husband staring in disbelief.