Hey! I’m glad you stopped by. This month is all about the werewolves. Boss wolves, wild wolves, and even a Retriever wolf. I’ve got a couple stories to give away featuring werewolves, so be sure to stop in every day to learn more about that.
To start, I wrote a short story for Harlequin, THE BOSS’S MOONLIGHT SECRET, that will be featured as a chapter-a-day for the entire month of October. You can read the story online at Harlequin. Or you can download the Book Breaks app from iTunes or Google Play and read it that way. Or…you can simply stop by my website here and read the daily chapter posts. This is a fun, sexy short that’s set during the cozy month of October. So pour a cup of apple cider, wrap yourself in a cozy warm sweater, and read about this sexy wolf who has forgotten something very important.
THE BOSS’S MOONLIGHT SECRET — Chapter One
Blaise Bowen sat up and brushed dried leaves from his legs. A crow cawed overhead. Chill morning dew soaked his…
He looked down and discovered he wasn’t wearing any clothes. And he was sitting on a mown lawn behind a green rambler dotted with pink flowers under the windows. A line of laundry blew in the breeze. Pungent earth scents desiccated by autumn surrounded him.
Blaise winced. “Not again.”
He scanned the house’s windows. No faces stared out at him. Quickly, he dashed for the laundry line and grabbed a white bedsheet to wrap about his hips. He patted his breast pocket—no clothes. Which meant no cell phone. And he had no idea whose yard this was or how far away he’d wandered from his home.
Scanning for an exit that would take him through the fewest number of yards, he jumped when a black cat hissed at him and arched its back as if it were something from a Halloween poster.
He hissed back at the thing. Because what else could a man do when he woke naked in a stranger’s yard with no memory of what had gone on the night before?
Last month it had happened two nights in a row.
He wandered into a field of dried sunflowers that hugged the yard. Noting broken flowers and stomped grass, he assumed it marked the path from which he had come.
After the car accident two months ago, the doctor had warned that he might suffer systematized amnesia, a form of amnesia that may make it difficult to remember specific events or a category of information. Everyday tasks he remembered how to do. He’d even remembered where he worked, and how to do his job at Bowen Security. How to drive a car? No problem. What he liked to eat and what kinds of movies and books he enjoyed? Still there.
But once a month since the accident he lost time.
Wincing as the giant sunflowers bonked him on the shoulders, he made his way toward… He hoped home was near.