Paranormal arson, rogue wolves, and torn loyalties. How can a mere human mother protect her Werewolf baby?
Waxing Moon
Calling the Moon
Book Two
Sarah E. Stevens
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: 8/18/2017
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1586-7
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1587-4 Digital
ASIN: B073MPTK1Z
Number of pages: paperback 308,
Word Count: ~76k
Cover Artist: Deborah Turner
About the Book:
Julie Hall thinks she has the hang of mothering her Werewolf baby Carson, until the night she wakes to frantic barking and finds her house on fire. Arson. Paranormal fire creatures want to kill Carson—and an unknown Were may be helping them.
As if fire-spawning Salamanders and a mysterious Werewolf aren't dangerous enough, Julie soon faces even closer threats. Her trusted friend Eliza harbors a secret and Julie’s new understanding of Werewolves threatens to tear apart her team. Meanwhile, her relentless enemies will burn everything in their path, if they can’t get to Carson.
Will Julie’s efforts to protect Carson do more harm than good?
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Read an Excerpt from Waxing Moon:
“Your house was
burned down by Salamanders.”
The
words didn’t match his tone.
“What…salamanders?”
I echoed.
“No,
not salamanders—Salamanders.”
This
time, I heard the capital letter, but remained bewildered.
“What
the hell are you talking about? Salamanders? Like, lizards?”
Tim’s
face registered surprise. “Sheila?”
“I
know what they are.” Sheila’s voice shook.
“Great.
So glad you’re both part of the in crowd. Since my house burned down and my
life nearly ended, do you think one of you could please enlighten me?”
“Dammit,
Jules.” My sarcasm seemed to revive my best friend. “Could you drop the
attitude for a while? Yes, shock and trauma and all of that, but you’re being a
total jerk. Tim’s just trying to help.”
I
meant to yell back, but the frustration on her face stopped me. I tried to give
her a grin, instead. It probably looked like a grimace, but I gave my best
shot.
“God,
Sheila. Attitude is the only thing keeping me going right now.”
“I
know, Jules. But you’re safe here—” She stopped. “Tim, are we safe here?”
“We
should be. I’ll know if they’re around.”
“Hey,
still waiting to hear who ‘they’ are.”
Tim
said, “Salamanders are paranormal creatures, like Werewolves. They draw their
strength from the sun and can call on its powers—fire, heat, light—similar to
the way Weres draw on the moon to raise water, shift darkness, and such.
Judging by the scents at the scene, at least three salamanders called fire at
your house. Not an accident, Julie. Arson. Someone—a group of someones—wanted
you and Carson dead.”
“Why?”
Sheila asked.
Me, I couldn’t even form the
word. Dammit, I should have taken a shower and gone to bed and dealt with all
of this later. Sheila had been right. As usual.
“I
don’t know,” said Tim. “Yet.”
“I know Salamanders
are…antithetical to Weres, but I thought you mostly co-existed peacefully.”
“We
do.”
“Well,
apparently not!” said Sheila.
“So
these people turn into giant lizards? Instead of wolves?” I asked, not
understanding why Sheila stifled a small laugh at my question.
Tim
said, “No, they don’t change form. Sometimes when calling the sun, Salamanders
have a different cast to their eyes or their complexion—minor changes—but they
remain fully human in shape.”
“Then
why are they called Salamanders? If they’re not lizards?”
Tim
frowned, then finally crossed the room to stand beside Sheila’s chair. When he
rested his hands on her shoulders, tension visibly drained from his body.
Sheila unconsciously leaned back against him and his thumbs traced circles on
her white t-shirt. They were physically opposite in so many ways, with Sheila’s
striking looks and Tim’s extra-in-a-crowd-scene appearance; Sheila’s long
blonde hair and smooth tan, Tim’s closely shorn black curls and dark brown
skin. Yet, there was an undeniable sense of rightness between them. I’d even
stopped teasing Sheila about Tim being just another in her long line of
throwaway men.
I
realized my hands still shook and I clasped them together to hide the tremors.
As Tim spoke, I forced everything else out of my mind to focus.
“You’d
have to ask a Salamander for a full version of their history, but as I
understand it, they believe they’re descended from a powerful sun-being, a
lizard creature from the sun that came to Earth and mated with a human long
ago.”
Sheila
looked up at Tim. “Really? I always thought they were called Salamanders
because people used to think salamanders—the real ones—lived in fire.”
“Why
would people think salamanders lived in fire? Aren’t they amphibians?” I asked.
“Because
salamanders lived in rotten logs and crawled out when the logs were thrown into
a fireplace.”
“Well,
both explanations sound equally bizarre to me,” I said.
“I
don’t care how they got their name,” said Sheila. “Why are they trying to kill
Julie and Carson?”
Meet the Author:
Sarah's love of reading, writing, and all things fantasy started with her childhood explorations of Narnia, Middle Earth, and Pern. She's a huge enthusiast of all fantasy, paranormal, and science fiction. She's a board game geek, an artist, and a dabbler in making chainmaille jewelry. She loves to write about strong women and their friendships--combined with magic and love, of course.
Sarah, her husband Gary, their three kids, and three cats live in Evansville, Indiana.
PS. None of her kids are actually Werewolves.
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