Blood on the Moon - serialised EXCLUSIVE for Steemit! - 4

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My third novel was finished and published in time for Halloween and I had a launch at Waterstone's at Sheffield.

The full book cover, done by the wonderful, talented, brilliant Paul Mudie

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Part 1

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Part 3

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The door was opened and Paul stepped through, Jessica had no choice but to follow.

The young man that had opened the door stood to the side while they entered, then he peered outside to make sure no one else was coming in and he closed the door and locked it.

Jessica looked at the young man whose eyes gleamed with a lust that made her feel more like a rabbit than ever - a rabbit caught by a fox – and she almost bolted again but she had nowhere to run to and Paul still held her in his grip.

The doorman’s accompanying smile revealed points on teeth that both elated and terrified her. He too seemed to know what she was thinking and how terrified she was.

She was right about her theories, but whether she would ever have the chance to celebrate was an entirely different matter.

Paul nodded to the young man and greeted him by his name: “Riley.”

Riley returned the greeting with his own nod of the head and he took a long and curious look at Jessica. Paul ignored the unspoken question and pulled Jessica into a room. Her initial elation turned to disappointment as she followed him into a small and rather ordinary-looking bar.

A number of people were drinking there, all of whom, as far as Jessica could tell with her inability to concentrate for the moment, were human, not werewolf. She was barely noticed by the occupants of the room and her guide led her to a quiet table where he manoeuvred her into the corner and pulled her around to face him. Even over the noise of the bar she heard every word he spoke, though he never raised his voice.

“You are going upstairs now. What you see and hear up there, stays up there, understand? The way that you react once you are up there will lay the foundations for your future or determine if you are likely to have a future. Do you understand me?”

She couldn’t bring herself to speak, she didn’t trust her voice and so she just nodded that she had understood him.

He raked his gaze over her for a long moment, studying her face and judging if she was as ready for this as he had first thought.

Paul shifted his focus then and nodded to someone that was standing off to one side and he came forward. Jessica took an instant dislike to the man. He was an ordinary looking, middle-aged man but she picked up on her escort’s disdain for him and perhaps that tempered her initial reaction, but upon first impression, she didn’t trust him.

The man didn’t introduce himself to her but he took his time to look her over and then, without a word in greeting or welcome, he turned to the door at the side of them and punched a code into the lock. He pulled on the door but it remained firm. He punched the code again and pulled - nothing happened.

He called over to Riley and asked him to open the door. Jessica’s tension almost turned to laughter at his predicament, but she again noticed the bloodlust in the eyes of Riley and she realised exactly the kind of danger she was in and her amusement evaporated.

She followed Paul up a flight of stairs, and the other man followed her. First he turned to make certain that the door was closed and she was relieved that she had that door between her and Riley but as they climbed the steep stairs, Jessica glanced back and saw the man leering at her legs as her damp jeans clung to them. He saw her watching him and he averted his eyes. Jessica had a more substantial reason to distrust him, why would a werewolf care that she had caught him ogling?

They walked along a corridor lined on both sides by doors, all closed.

As they approached the very last door at the end of the passageway, a door that they had just passed moments before, opened. A deep velvety voice spoke.

“Hello, what do we have here?”

Jessica’s attention was diverted from the door which Paul was just about to open, and her eyes grew large as she took in a vision of utter beauty, he was the most handsome man that she had ever seen.

His long dark curly hair reminded her of pictures of Cavaliers.

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His perfect features would grace any movie star ‘A’ List. Once again, she lived up to her nickname but this time, the rabbit was caught in the glare of the high-powered torchlight held by a poacher, a poacher who happened to look exactly like an historic romantic figure.