Moon Child, Book 2 in The Year of The Wolf Series, by Serena Akeroyd is now LIVE!
Title: Moon Child
Author: Serena Akeroyd
Release Date: August 31, 2020
Genre: Paranormal Reverse Harem
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Blurb:
Eli
A goddess told me my child would change the pack.
Until it happened, I didn't believe it.
Not until I saw it with my own eyes.
My woman is a nurturer. She's a bringer of change. A broker of the future.
She deals with emotions, sees auras, and glories in the urges of her three alpha mates.
To me, she's the saint.
But that doesn't make me or my brothers sinners.
We were fated to be together, fated to be different. There's nothing sinful in what we have, even if, in the eyes of her family, we're a disgrace.
She's Roma. Born and bred. Harkens from a rich culture, as ancient as my own, but with her heritage comes gifts I could never have foreseen. Not just for her, but her siblings as well.
Two are dead, the other has yet to be found. But uncovering family secrets is always dangerous without throwing mystical powers into the fray.
And these mystical powers?
Will change everything.
A revolution is underway.
We're not prepared for it. We can't be.
Are you?
Excerpt:
Short Excerpt
When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by my mates once more. They’d cleaned up, but a few flecks of blood remained on them. Maybe invisible to the human eye, but not to mine, and not to my nose.
I could scent the council on their bodies, even though the odor should have been muted by the soap they’d used.
Three clashing soaps should have diminished the stench, but it didn’t.
And I knew why.
Death. That was what I smelled.
I savored life. Unafraid though I was to protect myself, to sow death where it was required, I celebrated creation in all its guises, abhorring destruction.
I moved a hand down to my stomach, relieved to feel Knight’s reassuring kick against my palm, but even as the scent of death filled my nostrils and that wicked dream resonated in my mind, when I drifted off again, I slept the morning through. And, waking up to an empty bed, I forgot about the nightmare.
That was my first mistake.
Because the council attack was just the beginning, and we were nowhere close to the end.
Long Excerpt
“Feel like pissing a deity off, huh?” I teased.
Her nose crinkled. “Not exactly. I don’t want to piss anyone off, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a talent for it.”
I grinned, but Ethan, seeming to sense that something wasn’t right, asked, “What’s going on, mate?”
Her nose crinkled further. “It’s just… I’ve been having weird dreams again.”
“I told you, they’re normal—”
“When I’m pregnant,” she sputtered. “Far as I can tell, I’m not pregnant anymore.”
And the stinky diaper was just one way that was right.
“True.”
As this was the first I’d heard of any dreams, I arched a brow at her and asked, “What kind of dreams?”
She sighed. “Stupid ones.”
“Stupid ones,” I repeated, well aware that was a gross exaggeration. “What kind of stupid ones?”
“Ones that I…” She tipped her head to the side before she raised a hand and scrubbed her fingers over her face. “It’s crazy.”
“Nothing’s crazy. Haven’t we already established that?”
To be honest, I was kind of pissed that she hadn’t talked to me about this already.
She bit her lip, and I knew she’d felt my hurt. “I didn’t want you to think there was something wrong with me.”
Her words had me scowling down at her. “Why on earth would I think that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because it’s insane?” She sighed. “You know when the council attacked that night?”
“How could I forget?”
“If you didn’t crack jokes all the damn time, Austin, maybe she’d feel more comfortable sharing this kind of stuff with you,” Ethan rasped, prompting me to glower at him.
“It isn’t my fault you’ve got a stick shoved up your ass—”
“This isn’t helpful,” she groused, her tone dryer than a Martini.
I heaved a sigh. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. But that isn’t why I didn’t tell him, Ethan. I like his sense of humor. You each have your own way about you, and I go to you for different things.
“I was hoping Ethan had read something about the kinds of dreams I’ve been having.”
I frowned at that. “What kind of dreams?” Weren’t there only two kinds? The good kind and the bad?
“They’re like nightmares, because they always end in blood, but it’s the same one, time and time again. It’s gotten worse since Maribel and Seth showed up.”
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Author Bio:
Born in England, Serena Akeroyd is a true romance bookaholic. As a reader she will not touch a book unless she knows it has a happy ending, which makes her write the endings that your heart craves! This addiction, made her want to craft stories to suit her voracious need for steamy, sexy romance. She loves to write stories with plots twists, alpha sexy men, dark humor, and hot AF love scenes. Some are darker than others as she has a taste for the weird and the unexpected.
She writes MF, Menage and Reverse Harem (also known as Why Choose romance) in both contemporary and paranormal. But she has recently decided to concentrate more on contemporary MF stories. With the Satan Sinners MC Series and The Filthy Feckers Series. That being said, she never stays away from her roots. And that is why she is bringing you The Year of the Wolf
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