A CURSED MOON
by Cecy Robson
Weird Girls, #2.5
Publication Date: January 30, 2019
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy, Romance
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SYNOPSIS
Meet the furry big brother that the Wird sisters never had
Bren is a cocky, brash hound of a werewolf who loathes the idea of belonging to Arics packmuch less finding a mate. But Brens hotheaded behavior lands him in the doghouse when he defies Arics authority in front of his pack, bringing up a sore subject thats bound to make the Alpha wolfs blood boil
Luckily for him, no one can stay mad at Bren and his wild charm for long. And when some frightening ghosts launch a hostile paranormal takeover, Bren will team up with Celia to take down the evil ghouls before they hurt someone they both love
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT
Damn it, Brenwake up!
Hmmph? Someone with a death wish was shaking me. You dont disturb a werewolfs sleep; thats just common fucking sense. The breeze shot through the cracked opened window, bringing a strong whiff of Tahoes magic. I grinned and inhaled. That shit was better than witch ganja, and it lulled me back to sleep.
But then Dan flipped on the leg lamp on my nightstand and opened his yap again. Wake up, I mean it.
Grrrrr.
You can take that werewolf shit and shove it up your ass.
That made me chuckle into my pillow. Dan swearing was damn funnier than Elmo dropping the F bomb. He shook me again, this time harder. I flipped over and tried to get comfortable.
For crying out loud, put some pants on! I dont need to see your . . . stuff.
Its my goddamn room. I can sleep naked if I want. And what the hell do you mean by stuff? What are you, ten?
Dan ignored me. Bren, your stupid one-night stand stole all our food, our DVDs, and our laundry detergent.
I half-opened one eye. Wendy wouldnt do anything like that.
Her name was Natasha.
You sure?
Thats the name she wrote all over my bathroom with her lipstick.
I sat abruptly, suddenly panicked. She didnt take my porn, did she?
Dans jaw slacked. Is that all you care about, that she took your porn?
No. For shits sake Im hungrier than hell. How are you going to fix me breakfast without any food?
Dan threw his hands in the air, in that same exaggerated way he always did when I pushed him to his breaking point. He kicked my dirty clothes on the floor and paced like an expectant dad. You have the audacity to think Id actually cook you breakfastafter what your one-nighter did?
I scratched my beard. Damn, I needed a trim. Well, yeah. Its your job around here, youre the woman. Youre supposed to cook, clean, and pay most of the bills. My job is to keep your ass safe from humans, vamps, weres, witches, little old ladies, and pretty much anything else youre afraid of. Its part of our deal, along with me getting you laid.
Dan stomped to the side of my bed, stumbling over a pair of my old jeans. First of all, it was just that one little old lady. I may be human, but I’m pretty sure she was some kind of spirit―especially given the amount of supernatural activity around here lately. Secondly, I don’t need help getting laid.”
I stared at my beanpole roommate. His messy curly hair hung over his thick black-framed glasses, and he tripped over air on a regular basis. Jesus. There were Girl Scouts more muscular and agile than him. Yes, you do, Dan.
Ive gotten laid a lot lately, all without your help.
Ugly girls dont count, man.
Celias not ugly.
I laughed and yanked at my overgrown hair. Damn, I needed a cut, too. But unlike Dan, I did grunge well. Celia was more than eight years ago. I chuckled again. Talk about a mercy lay.
He narrowed his eyes. Whats so funny?
I still cant believe you were her first. Howd you talk her into it? Did you promise to tutor her in chemistry or something?
Dans entire face reddened, making him look more like a tomato than a walking piece of broccoli. Whatever, Bren. Ill prove to you I can get laid.
Sure, sure, you can get laid. Dont get your thong in a bunch.
Dan stamped his foot. Shit, I only thought girls did that.
I mean it, Bren. I have to work late at the lab tonight, but Ill meet you at eleven at the Watering Hole. Im going to get a girl so hot your head will spin.
I yawned. Sure you will, buddy.
Fine. If you dont believe me, how about we bet on it?
Dan, you dont want to bet me on something like that. Youll only lose and embarrass yourself.
Youre just afraid. I thought you were a wolf, not a chicken.
My brows furrowed and I snarled. Did you just call me a chicken? This time it was Dans turn to laugh. I could be pretty damn intimidating, but he knew Id never hurt him. He was a mothering pain in the ass, but also the best friend Id ever had.
You heard me, clucky.
A slow grin eased across my face. All right then, name the terms.
The loser has to clean and cook for the rest of the year . . .
Is that the best you can come up with? Oooh, Im real scared now.
. . . wearing a French maid outfit, regardless of whos in the apartment.
My grin widened. The little turd had some balls after all. Youre on. I held out my hand. He refused to shake it until after I showered.
ABOUT CECY ROBSON
Cecy Robson is an author of contemporary and new adult romance, young adult adventure, and award-winning urban fantasy. A double-nominated RITA® Finalist, Winner of the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence, and published author of more than twenty titles, you can typically find Cecy on her laptop or stumbling blindly in search of caffeine.
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