Electric Moon – A Raven Investigations Novel : Book 2
DURING THE FULL MOON, A KILLER STALKS FOR PREY AMONGST THE SHIFTERS. TEMPERS RISE, LUST EXPLODES, AND ONE WOMAN IS THE CENTER OF IT ALL.
Raven’s private life explodes into the spotlight when she is nominated as a Region on the paranormal police force. As she juggles the demands of pack life and police work, the lines between duty and loyalty blur. Shifters are dying. Raven suspects something sinister is destroying the pack from within. She must dig into the dark corners of the paranormal world, secrets they would kill to protect, and find the killer before her pack becomes the next target.
Raven woke to sunlight and an empty bed.
Why did all the men sneak out of her room as if ashamed?
She sat, tossing back the covers and stopped to see a box with a bow on the dresser.
Raven searched but saw no card. Inside the box rested a blue set of gloves that ended at the wrist, secured with a button. “Taggert.”
She fingered the supple leather, feeling a bit foolish at the thrill over such a small gift. Gathering the armload of her items, she walked in the bathroom.
And stopped short.
Taggert was in the shower.
As in naked.
He noticed her the minute she’d entered, but instead of acknowledging her presence, he continued to wash. The drag of his hand down on his body slowed. Suds played peek-a-boo with her imagination. His chest was completely smooth, and she had an irrelevant thought that he must’ve shaved himself in preparation of her walking in on him.
Then Raven saw his erection and knew without a doubt that he was showing off. And despite herself, it took a good minute for her brain to kick into gear. She whirled, her face heating, and she wished she could say it was in embarrassment.
Part of her mourned not being able to see where his hand ended up, the animal part of her tried to get a better angle in the mirror. The shower turned off within a minute.
“I’ll finish getting ready in my room.”
Without an ounce of shyness, Taggert strolled out of the room. She expected him to be wearing a towel. He was in a way. He used it to dry his hair. She watched him walk, fascinated with the smooth expanse of his skin, the liquid way his muscles moved.
Who would have thought she was such an ass woman?
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Stacey Brutger lives in a small town in Minnesota with her husband and an assortment of animals. When she’s not reading from her thousands of books in her tbr pile, she enjoys creating stories about exotic worlds and grand adventures…then shoving in her characters to see how they’d survive. She enjoys writing anything paranormal from contemporary to historical.
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