Devil Moon (33 page)

His eyes softened. "Funny. You make me feel like the man I'm supposed to be." He gripped her hands tighter. "When you told me you didn't love me, it felt like a punch in the gut."

"I'm sorry."

"It made me realize just how much I love you. I didn't know how much I wanted you, until I thought I couldn't have you." He tugged her closer to him. "This will be for keeps, babe. I want you by my side. I want that smart mouth of yours on mine when I feel like kissing a woman. If you sign on for this job, it's for life, sweetheart."

Maddie's blue eyes misted. "Sounds good to me."

His arms wound around her as he said, "Come here, cupcake." Then he kissed her in front of God and most of the population of Beaver Cove.

Epilogue

It’s like Déjà vu all over again

Phil flung the quilt on the sand. Then he placed the wine and glasses on the cottony surface. He lay back on the blanket and waited for his wife to join him under the full moon. God, that moon, filling the sky over the shimmering lake. He could see the dark craters against the white light that radiated into unending space, so similar to that night a year ago, when he first encountered the Moon Goddess. So much had happened in that year. The bitter, beaten, drunken ex-football player had transformed into an upbeat husband, father, coach, and teacher.

Damn, you're a lucky man,
thought Phil Wilcox.

"Did you remember the glasses?" Maddie's voice sailed across the yard from the kitchen door.

"Got 'em. I'm waiting, woman!"

He turned over on his stomach and saw the lithe figure of his wife, now recovered from childbirth, heading his way across the dark yard.

She stopped at the edge of the blanket and placed an electronic listening device down. "Your son is finally asleep. We'll be able to hear him on the monitor if he wakes up. Of course, Lucifer would come and get us anyway."

He watched her walk to the water's edge. She lifted her hair and craned her neck. "It's so humid. I could really use a swim."

"Go for it, Moon Goddess."

She turned around slowly to face him in the silvery dark light and smiled a knowing, seductive smile. Her hands found the buttons of her blouse as she danced a strip tease shedding her shirt, shorts, and under clothes. Salome taking off the seven veils. He felt himself rising to the occasion and enjoyed moments of mental foreplay, knowing how she would feel, anticipating her delicious milky scent.

She seemed to glide over to him. She knelt down and engulfed him with a mind-blowing sensuous kiss, bearing no resemblance to the Prim-and-Proper Miss Harris whatsoever.

"Catch me if you can, Dream Man." She tore away from him, laughed and ran into the water, her gorgeous bare bottom glinting in the moonlight as she dove in.

Phil stood and left his clothes in a pile on the sand.

The pair splashed and played in the Ozark lake like a couple of country kids until their moves became decidedly more grown up. Phil lifted Maddie off her feet and carried his Moon Goddess to her soft makeshift bed.

Laying her down he said, "You have such a great ass."

"Oh, Coach Wilcox, you just melt a girl with your sweet talk."

"Shut up, cupcake." His mouth swept hers as she pulled him down and tangled her white legs between his brawny thighs.

And the air filled with iridescent glitter as they entwined themselves on the magic carpet of Grammy's quilt, twisting, swirling, loving under the satisfied gaze of that ol’ Devil Moon.

About The Author

Dana Taylor has had articles published in the
Ladies Home Journal
and various Christian magazines, hosted her Internet radio show,
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at HealthyLife.net and won several awards in the Romance Writers of America, including Best First Book from the Desert Quill Awards. Her published works include
Ain’t Love Grand?, Royal Rebel, and Hope for the Holidays
and a spiritual memoir,
Ever-Flowing Streams of Healing Energy
.

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Coming Spring 2012
:

Jaguar Jack: A Fantastical Adventure

Jaguar Jack Campbell thrills cable TV viewers every week with his Aussie accent and dare devil adventures in the world’s remotest outposts. Major Maggie Savannah fights terrorism across the globe in covert Marine operations.

Can these unlikely partners come together to rescue a kidnapped missionary caught in the grip of a mystical enemy?

Prologue

Paradisio Island, somewhere in the Pacific

Time collided. Jaguar Jack Campbell froze in place on the jungle floor. He shook his head, disoriented. An explosion of buried images from the past flashed in his psyche.

Jagged teeth.

Earth crumbled around him as he burrowed into an animal’s den.

A gagging smell.

Roars and screams.

A taunting voice—
Coward, coward
…

Then, a white bird dove toward his face, arrested his attention, and brought him back to the present. The bird circled, squawked, and zoomed ahead. Tail feathers urged him to follow.

Fully in charge of his senses once again, he glanced over his shoulder at the black feline pursuer and grinned.

Then Jaguar Jack ran like hell.

He jumped over fallen branches, dodged infested insect mounds, and scrambled around the huge trunks of trees that formed the canopy of the rain forest.

“
Rroww!” The big cat’s howl echoed in the humid air.

Jack sensed the angry feline gaining on him. The sleek jaguar rounded a gigantic trunk, too close for comfort.

You can’t outrun a cat, mate, and she’s not losing interest. Better come up with a plan B and fast.

A gnarled kapok tree caught his eye, perfect for a man to catch a foothold and make a natural ladder to the green universe above. He zigzagged away from the tree, ripped the buttons of his shirt open and tore the garment off his back. He threw the sweat-drenched shirt into the branches of a prickly bush, ran through dense underbrush, and doubled back toward the kapok.

The ferocious jag passed the kapok, following Jack’s path and stopped at the discarded shirt. She sniffed and pawed it, circled the bush for traces of the man.

Jack hurled himself onto the rough-ribbed wood behind the stalled cat, gashed his naked chest as he found hand holds to climb toward the leafy ceiling. A flock of startled parrots lit out from tangled foliage as he reached the first limbs twenty feet in the air. Splashes of bright red and blue filled the sky as they surged to another roost. Their disturbed chirps caught the cat’s attention.

Jack grabbed a thick branch thirty feet up, sturdy enough to hold his weight. Rope-like muscles of his biceps bulged as he hefted himself skyward. He swung his leg over the branch and gazed below. Sweat dripped off his forehead, but his breathing remained steady. Excitement surged his heart beat. Playing tag with cantankerous kitties really got the juices going.

The perturbed black cat circled the base, tail whipping in the air.

“
Rrooww!” She let her roar rip.

Even from thirty feet above, Jack glimpsed the glint of long, carnivorous fangs in the cat’s mouth.

“
I’m up here, darlin’. What’s the matter, afraid of heights?”

The cat howled again, as if in reply to his taunt, and stretched her long body, claws digging into the coarse trunk. Her hind legs added a powerful climbing force the man hadn’t possessed.

Jack lingered on his resting spot a moment, admiring the sheer grace of his pursuer as she conquered the climb with instinctive precision. Her yellow eyes targeted him with a killer’s intent.

“
All right, Jack,” he muttered. “Best be moving on.”

He scampered higher into the dense canopy of intermingled trees. A coiled green snake, camouflaged in the greenery lifted its head. Its tongue flicked to sense the identity of the intruder.

“
Sorry, mate, I need a diversion.” Jack grabbed the hefty snake and aimed for the rising black feline.
Splat
, the snake’s body hit the cat in the face. The surprise assault caused her to momentarily lose her grip and slide a couple of feet, catching her rump on a branch. She lost sight of Jack long enough for him to grab hold of a sturdy vine and swing Tarzan-style to a neighboring kapok. Hugging the trunk, he used his legs to hold and release the tree in the efficient manner he’d learned from his native friends. Ms. Furious Feline continued her upward motion, not realizing her quarry now traveled in a downward mode on another trunk.

Jack glimpsed welcome terra-firma and jumped the last few feet to the ground. He leaned a broad hand against the truck and saluted his wayward pursuer with his other hand. “It’s been fun, sweetheart.”

High above, the cat screeched her frustration again. “Rrooww!”

She sprawled on a strong limb, panting, much of her fight lost in the chase.

The camera crew materialized out of the jungle.“Cut! That’s a wrap, Jack.”

Mulligan, the tall, balding cameraman, checked his equipment. “I think I got a lot of good shots. Taking off the shirt was a great move. That ought to push your ratings up a couple points.”

Catching his breath, Jack grinned. “Always happy to oblige.”

A white cockatoo circled in for landing on Jack's shoulder and cooed bird love talk.

Jack patted the silken feathers. “Lorelei, my own sweet girl.”

Mulligan shook his head. “You had me worried for a moment back there when you froze. I was afraid you were going to turn it into a wrestling match. You cut it close, pal.”

A cloud of apprehension passed through Jack. What the devil had happened in that moment? The world had blurred, reality distorted. A bad dream escaping from his subconscious. Lorelei rubbed against his cheek. Better not to think about it.

Auntie Edith handed Jack a clean shirt. “The cat really wanted to rip your heart out. I almost gave the signal to hit her with the tranquilizer gun. If she’d have come one foot closer to your back, I’d have done it. You have no idea how angry she was.”

Jack shrugged his wide shoulders into the shirt. “Oh, I have a pretty fair idea. I may not be able to read their minds like you do, but I saw into her eyes. Bloody scary.”

Edith pursed her pixie lips. “You loved every minute of it and you know it.”

Jack reached out and mussed his aunt’s short-cropped cap of gray hair. “By God, you’re right. Did you see the way she put her head back and yowled? Gorgeous sight. Hey Mulligan, did you get that shot of her howling?”

“
Got it,” he said as he removed Jack’s body mike.

Jack gazed up. The jag still roosted in the tree, posing now with queenly disdain. “What’s she thinking?”

Edith focused her mental beam on the cat. “She’s thinking, ‘next time, next time.’ You better keep your guard up. This one is more intelligent than most. She’d love nothing more than to stripe her claws across your naked back.”

Jack reared his head and laughed. “I seem to have that effect on so many females.”

Edith continued her mental exchange with the jag. “I’ve told her to stay put or we’ll have to shoot her. She’s really annoyed. I also told her not to worry about her cubs. You hadn’t meant them any harm.”

Jack walked to the base of the jag’s tree. “So long, darlin’! You don’t know it, but I’ve just made you a television star.”

The cat’s tail snapped in irritation.

Jack wrapped his arm around Edith as they began to walk away. “That bit of excitement really worked up my appetite. Let’s get back to camp and you can grill me a deer steak.”

“
Of course, luv. Then promise me we can leave this godforsaken island.”

Jack halted a moment and listened to the wild noises—birds, monkeys, insects. He stood trying to hear…something. What was it that drew him back to this place again and again, even when he had no desire to return? He shivered slightly. Ghosts walking over his grave or some such nonsense. He shook off the foreboding.

“
You got it, Auntie. Hey, Mulligan, is there any beer left?”