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Beneath the Wishing Moon, Avana Vasson made two wishes. The first was granted, a kiss that forever changed her relationship with Trace Canaan. The second wish must wait until he returns from active duty.
But be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.
He’s back and he wants forever. She loves him, but not the conditions that come with being his alpha mate. She loves her life in the city and her job with WishLabz, a cutting-edge, wish-granting firm.
Wishes can be purchased if one has the coin — but be careful — wishes are powerful magic.
In excerpt three – My heroine, Avana, is taking charge…..
“When did you get back?” She had to know if she was the first or last stop on his itinerary.
He turned and smiled. “Seventy-two hours on-planet. I can’t believe I’m really here.”
“You said you have big news?”
“Let me grab a shower. We’ll talk over dinner.”
Talk. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to touch him, and kiss him, everywhere. Sharing space with him and breathing the same air was driving her wild. No one else ever brought out her sensual she-wolf like Trace did.
“You can tell me about your job,” he said before disappearing into the bedroom.
She paced, covering the short space between the twin sofas, her thoughts consumed by images of him standing naked in the shower. She paused before the large window watching the air taxis zip by, their headlamps streaming yellow lights.
Her insides coiled and the memories of that moonlit night nagged at her heart and played havoc with her body. She tossed the remote onto a chair and removed her jacket. Despite the controlled temperature, Avana’s skin felt hot and tight. She was ready to explode. She’d never make it through dinner.
She was so spun up she was ready to jump his bones and let the fur fly.
Avana flicked on the window’s privacy screen, muting the city lights, then kicked off her shoes. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles. Stepping out of the skirt, she pulled off her top, dropped it and removed her underwear. Growling low in her throat, she tossed the lacy panties over her shoulder and headed for the bathroom.
The room was hot and steamy, the mirror and shower door opaque with condensation. He’d chosen the water shower over the sonic shower, a pricy choice but understandable after spending years off-planet. She yanked open the shower door and stepped onto the smooth blue tile.
Trace turned to face her, streams of water running over his broad chest. Another jagged scar ran like a slash across his chest. Before her brain processed the extent of the wounds he must have suffered, he grasped her by the waist and pulled her into his arms. “What took you so fucking long?”
Wishing Moon available in ebook at Changeling Press