Bad Moon Rising

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Author: Loribelle Hunt
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road before she looked over.
    “You’re safe with me. I trust getting in a car with a strange man isn’t something you do all the time.”
    Trying to lighten the mood, she quipped, “Yeah, well, what’s strange?”
    Arriving in her driveway, he turned off the car and looked at her through narrowed eyes. In her fantasies she was often the focus of those eyes, but filled with lust. This look was pure angry predator, and she unconsciously shrank back against the door. Certain she had crossed some invisible line in the sand, she reached with a slight tremor for the door handle.
    “I need my keys,” she croaked out, heart in her throat.
    In a slow deliberate motion he reached for them, not taking his eyes off of her. “I’ll see you in. We need to talk.”
    Talking is just about the last thing I want to do with you . Amazing.
    Even a little afraid of his mood, she was horny. Maybe more than before she opened her big mouth. His anger turned her on?

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    Loribelle Hunt

    Sick, Tara. Sick and twisted.
    At the door she held her hand out, but he guided her out of the way and opened it, crowding in behind her to swing it closed. Switching on the little lamp on the entry table, she turned around to face him, her mouth suddenly dry. She wasn’t thinking clearly or at all maybe, lust fogged her brain and she had let a man, one she knew instinctively was dangerous, into her home. What the hell am I thinking?
    “Well, thanks for seeing me in,” she said. “I have a very early morning tomorrow, so we should probably talk later.”
    Taking a deep breath, she mentally prepared herself to kick him out, but when she opened her mouth again, he was there. Snaking one arm around her waist and using the other to cup the back of her neck, he bent over her, his mouth catching the breath she exhaled.
    She gasped at the rough invasion of his tongue, the sharp nip of his teeth against her lip. He stepped away, but she twisted her hands in his shirt and stood on her toes. Growling softly, he picked her up and deepened the kiss briefly before setting her down. He leaned his forehead against hers, breath coming in ragged pants.
    “I’m staying tonight,” he said gruffly. “Where am I sleeping?”
    Fantasy Man staying the night? She tried to blink away the sudden vision of him wrapped, definitely naked, around her.
    “Don’t think about it. Go with your instinct,” he said in a low voice, firm fingers lifting her chin, forcing her to meet his heated gaze.
    Answering heat curled through her body and stepping into his embrace, she didn’t think.

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    Bad Moon Rising: Lunar Mates Book 2

Chapter Two
    “Bedroom?” he asked. And she led him down the hall.
    Once inside, he shut the door and leaned against it. “Take your clothes off,” he ordered softly.
    With trepidation, she reached for the edges of her T‐shirt and pulled. Clutching it in her hand, she searched his face for signs of what he was feeling. Was that tenseness lust? Disappointment? She had never inspired great passion in the men in her life. She was too thin, narrow hipped, with small breasts and no butt. None of those attributes they seemed obsessed with.
    “Keep going,” he encouraged in a raspy voice.
    Dropping the shirt, she reached for the fly on her jeans and quickly stripped them off. Next came her bra and panties and she stood before him, bare and tense. She raised her chin. Fuck him, if he didn’t like what he saw. She turned to the bed and pulled the duvet down. She heard the rustle of his clothes and felt him move.
    He stood behind her, his body pressed to hers, and dipped his head to her neck. Her blood began a slow simmer. With light bites, he worked his way up the length of her throat, turning her when he reached her chin.
    He claimed her lips, his hungry tongue delving into her mouth, overwhelming her. With a gentle push, he had her sprawled on the bed.
    He studied her long enough to make her worry. More than a minute, less than five. If she wasn’t so

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