Blue Moon Rising in the Furry, Fluffy, and Wild anthology

Tension between the cougar and wolf shifters in Lonesome Fork, Montana, is spiraling out of control. With the full moon only days away and fear and the body count rising, Chief of Police and head of the wolf shifter council, Cole Takoda, is trying to bring peace to both humans and shifters alike. But with the head of the cougar council, Kurt Hansley, thwarting his attempts, it appears nothing will heal the growing rift. When orphan Jayda Kynslan strolls into town, rumors of polymorphic shifters come to life begin to circulate.

Two men want to claim Jayda as mate: one will stand with her and unite the shifter clans; the other will possess her and reign supreme over the human population. With the Blue Moon Rising, Jayda's decision will determine the future for all of them.

REVIEW

Sensual drama edged with a tension that will keep you on the edge of your seat Blue Moon Rising is a book that will hold you enthralled. When Cole and Jayda come together the sparks really fly ... With a whole town full of were's and the possibility of peace between wolf and cougar I can only hope that Ms. Pierce intends on making this into a series.

Reviewed by: Megan
www.erotic-escapades.com
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EXCERPT

From Chapter one of Blue Moon Rising

Jayda Kynslan sauntered into the Whip and Bull Tavern wanting only two things: a cold beer and a hot cock. The first she hoped would ease the heavy ache in her chest. The second would be attached to a good-looking man who would replace the images of the jackass who'd broken her heart. This whole road trip to the high mountains of Montana had been a knee-jerk reaction to the asshole's selfishness. Jayda shook her head, clearing away thoughts of the friggin' pig of a manwhore. She didn't want to go there tonight. This night was about getting a little buzz and a lot of sex.

Her first objective was only as far away as the bar on the other side of the room. But weaving her way through the handful of empty tables, her red cowboy boots crunching on the peanut shells strewn on the marred floor, Jayda realized finding someone to fulfill the second thing on her wish list wasn't going to be as easy. She'd picked a bad night to go cruising for male flesh in a nearly empty bar that seemed to cater to the college crowd.

Plunking her voluptuous ass on one of the padded barstools, Jayda lifted her hand to the bartender. Some might consider Jayda fat, but she liked to think of her size-sixteen frame as curving in all the right places. Why men would go for the little waifs with nothing to hold on to, like the petite blonde behind the bar, was beyond her understanding.

"Bud Lite," she said to the female bartender, who looked only slightly less bored than she felt at the moment. Except for football season, which had already passed, Jayda figured Monday nights, even in a cowboy town like Lonesome Fork, weren't really big tavern nights for most people.

The woman's ponytail swayed as she set down the bottle, offered a glass, which Jayda refused, and slid over the bowl of peanuts. Jayda hadn't eaten since lunch--just before leaving the clinic. Anticipation had kept her driving through the mountains, but now her stomach rumbled, reminding her she hadn't bothered to fix herself dinner before leaving the cabin, either. Grabbing a handful of nuts, she scanned the reflections of the patrons in the mirror behind the bar, searching for possible targets.