Bewitched by the Full Moon
TER
he Full moon b
and
ut of duty soon takes on a whole new spin. For Kyle discovers his bride is an utterly enticing mystery. Beatrice is half-faery, maybe a little
Unseelie court and the werewolves of Paris. And Kir's investigation into Bee's lineage reveals dis
n the words the officiant spok
t they would dance and drink, and, well, he'd heard
Something sweet, like flowers or fruit, or maybe even sugared fruit topped with flowers, tickled his nostr
d like
mean he was cool with this stupid agreement. One
rest of
. That was a hell of a long time to spend with
hap
s scion, and his best friend. The men stood outside the pack principal's office
ghter, shrugged back his shoulders and lifted his ch
as principal of pack Valoir, an old and revered group of werewolves that had bee
e conversation was muted. Faery glamour? The idea of a being from Faery visiting their pack was too interesting for either one to stop eavesdropping.
Jaques asked. His blue ey
seen them in the nightcl
their wings are freaky.
anted to know if he'd had sex with a faery. "Haven't had
they're
man should have to deal with. But his bride-to-be was a werewolf, so Jaques won the King of the Perfect Score award in the men's minds. It wasn't often werewolves mated with their
was a l
low wolf would feed his sexual desires perfectly. Beyond his species, the only other option was mortal women. Some proved open to his
was looking for love anywa
tain danger involved when pursuing a wolf from anothe
life wasn't worth t
ying to negotiate the huntin
o the country, the less safe it became for a werewolf to hunt without risking discovery by humans. Their breed required vast acreage unhampered by hunters w
he pack, you won that bet," Kyle
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notice, she'd waited ten minutes in the office while he'd been summoned on this br
rk. Her skin was dark brown, smooth and utterly flawless, and yet Etienne avoided staring at
French with ease. Etienne knew that the sidhe had the abilit
efully. Faeries did not give their full names freely, b
you are Etienne Mountford, pr
es in the mortal realm. But he'd rarely had experience with faeries until lately. A
owe the pleasure
emissary representing th
straighter. This
fore her over the wood desktop. "You are aware the