Hello my lovely bookworm,

What calls to your soul more—an electrifying, tension-laden temptation or the quiet pull of something raw and unspoken?

This month I've gifted you guys with a free book, one of my current WIP, Moon Bound Desires. After reading through the manuscript I decided hmm, maybe this isn't the direction or tone I truly wanted for this story.

With that said, this entire week I've been working diligently to rework this story to present you guys with something electrifying.

If you crave the intensity of a predatory romance, I’ll be expanding a spicy encounter between Aurora and Harper.

{Exclusive excerpt}

(You might want to read this somewhere… private.)

Aurora was not one to let someone go easily.

She took a step closer until their bodies were almost touching, and her fingers reached out to trace a path down her throat as she whispered,

“You could stay for a little longer, couldn’t you, fawn?”

The intensity of Aurora’s words fluttered through her, gripping her intensity. The air seemed charged with a palpable energy, a force that drew them together like magnets.

Harper could feel Aurora’s warmth against her body, her pulse at her throat thudding against Aurora’s fingertips. She couldn’t help but shiver at the electricity that flowed between them, tilting her head back as her eyes fluttered shut. She knew then that there was no turning back.

A thrum of anticipation coursed through her body at the thought of staying. But for how long? Could she surrender herself to Aurora’s temptations that easily?

Sensing her hesitation, Aurora’s mouth descended upon her throat.

Harper gasped at the sensation coursing through her, her thighs chafing to suppress the clenching of her pussy.

The butterflies in her belly turned into a surge of desire, of primal need to feel Aurora in ways she’d never experienced before. She knew how inexperienced she was, but nothing would ever be able to stop her from taking what she desired. Of surrendering herself and her vulnerability to this predator ready to taste her, to tame her.

Aurora’s fingers slid into Harper’s hair, tugging her head back slightly to expose more of her neck. Her lips trailed a path down the center of her throat, and a heat flushed Harper’s body as a rush of bliss overwhelmed her.

Harper’s spine arched, pushing her chest into Aurora’s. There was a war between desire and caution that raged within her.

But Harper knew Aurora was not one to be denied what she wanted.

{End of Excerpt}

If you prefer the haunting, slow-burn tenderness of a fated bond, I’ll be weaving more into the soft, yet powerful moment where Aurora realizes something dangerous—this woman has awakened a primal instinct in her. One that whispers mine before she can stop it.

{Exclusive excerpt}

The rain had washed away most of the blood.

Not enough to erase the scent. Not enough to make Aurora forget the way it had gushed between her fangs, thick and hot, when she tore out the ogre’s throat.

Aurora had been meaning to kill him for days now.

But she never had a good reason to.

That was the thing about Dawngarde—there was always a balance. No matter how much she despised Malrik, no matter how he slithered through the forest like an entitled beast, the land had use for him. Every creature served a purpose. Even him.

Until now.

Now, his purpose was to die.

He had fought, thrashed, bled. And for what?

For the right to keep breathing?

For the right to touch her?

Aurora exhaled slowly, willing the tension from her shoulders. This wasn’t rage. It wasn’t vengeance. It was something worse.

Instinct.

The kind that bypassed thought, that demanded violence, that whispered mine before she could even stop it.

The worst part?

It had nothing to do with Malrik.

It had everything to do with her.

Aurora had killed plenty of times before.

Never had it felt like this.

All because—Because he touched her.

Her gaze flickered to the woman still sprawled in the dirt, wide-eyed, panting, rain-soaked, and trembling in the aftermath. She was small—too small. Fragile even. But none of that explained the pull in Aurora’s chest, the low twisting possessiveness that coiled in her gut like a beast of its own.

Who was she to compel such a visceral reaction out of her?

Aurora turned sharply, stepping away from the body before she could think about it further. She didn’t bother sparing the doe-eyed woman another glance.

She didn’t need to.

She already knew exactly where she was—could feel her presence behind her, the way it curled around her senses like an invisible thread.

{End of Excerpt}

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