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Authors: Fiona Blackthorne
Blackthorne, Fiona - Moonstruck [Blue Moon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
Blue Moon 1
Moonstruck
Ava Bell takes a cottage in the secluded town of Blue Moon, Maine, hoping for peace and quiet so she can finish her dissertation. What she gets are three brothers—Robert, Declan, and Sean Molineaux—who tempt her body, heart, and soul, but who also keep a dangerous secret.
When an old darkness born of an old hatred threatens Ava, she must turn to the brothers she cannot resist but cannot trust. As uncanny coincidences become deadly attacks, Robert, Declan, and Sean fight to protect the woman that they love, the woman meant for them.
Every hour brings her closer to the heart of the fatal secrets of Blue Moon, and every minute with Robert, Declan, and Sean awakens in her a fiery need that burns through all her defenses.
Can Ava discover the answer to a centuries-old mystery before its dark consequences destroy her one chance for happiness?
Genre:
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length:
58,213 words
MOONSTRUCK
Blue Moon 1
Fiona Blackthorne
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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MOONSTRUCK
Copyright © 2012 by Fiona Blackthorne
E-book ISBN: 1-61926-332-7
First E-book Publication: February 2012
Cover design by Les Byerley
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DEDICATION
For my father, K.C. Khemka, who always believed in me.
Thanks for the bluebird feather, Dad.
Blue Moon 1
FIONA BLACKTHORNE
Copyright © 2012
Prologue
It was midnight, and everything waited.
A grandfather clock ticked loudly in a cold and empty stone mansion as the damp, chilly air blew in from over the ocean.
Weak, silvery moonlight filtered down through the barren branches of the forest as shadows slipped between tree trunks and pools of light in a macabre game of hide-and-seek.
In a cottage by a white farmhouse, a young woman slept, huddled under faded handmade patchwork quilts. The door to her bedroom slowly closed, though no hand or breeze touched it.
A wolf howled, joined by other howls, as if their eerie keening could drown out the sibilant whispers of the wind through the trees.
Chapter 1
When she walked out of the woods, Robert Molineaux wondered for a moment if he was losing it, if she was one of
Them
. Then, he realized that the young woman was living flesh and blood, and that he couldn’t stop staring at her.
The cold, wet November wind, full of salt, blasted across the lawn, stinging his cheeks and stirring the heavy, damp locks of the woman’s hair. She stood so still that for a moment, his suspicion flared again, only to be put to rest by the sight of her jeans, dingy beige parka, and muddy hiking boots…and by the adorable way she bit her bottom lip before saying, “Um, excuse me?”
It took him a minute to figure out where his brain had gone, because all he could think of was her intriguing little face, pale and delicately boned, with a pointy chin, piquant mouth, and the most amazingly deep brown eyes. Her hair was long and wavy, and he couldn’t decide if the color was brown with a natural dark-gray cast, or a dark gray with a brown tint. She was small and slender. He could see that even underneath the baggy parka. No, this girl was not one of
Them
, even if her beauty did have a haunting, otherworldly cast to it.
“I’m sorry,” she said, taking a tentative step from the woods onto the dead winter grass of the lawn. “I don’t mean to trespass. I’m just lost.”
“Well, now you’re found,” his brother Declan said gently, stepping forward.
“Don’t worry,” added his youngest brother Sean, grinning. “We don’t bite.”
“That’s a damn lie,” Declan whispered under his breath, but so low that only the supersensitive hearing of his brothers would catch it.
The woman’s lips twitched, as if she had thought about smiling but was not sure enough of the situation—or of them—to do so. She stayed where she was at the edge of the lawn, the tall green and gray pines and ghostly barren birch trees looming darkly behind her.
Another blast of wind punished them, and Robert glanced up at the heavy clouds, pregnant with rain. Right on the ocean’s edge where they were, it was not cold enough yet to snow, but it was cold enough to be raw, chilling one right to the bone. The woman huddled up slightly inside her coat and squinted against the wind. He realized she must be freezing, and strangely, he felt the urge to wrap her in his arms, to warm her and care for her. Almost involuntarily, he began to cross the lawn toward her.
“Why don’t you come inside?” he said as kindly as he could, trying to keep the possessive growl out of his voice. “You can warm up, and we can give you directions.”
Her eyes flicked nervously from him to his brothers, and her scent turned from a natural floral sweetness to a sharp cinnamon bite of mistrust.
“N–no,” she said, taking a step back as he neared her. “That’s okay. Really. I’m fine. If you could just show me the way back to the main road, I can find my way from there. I know I can’t be that far. I just lost the path. Or, maybe I took a wrong turn.”
“How long have you been walking, honey?” Sean asked, his voice full of concern as he came to stand by Robert.