Bad Moon (BBW Paranormal Romance) by Jackie Sexton Page A

said, his eyes suddenly
turning serious. "Our old manager quit and we desperately need
one."
I paused, shocked by his offer. "I can't do that. I can't leave my
boys."
    He frowned and nodded. Then his eyes lit up
with another idea. "When's your next gig?"
    "In two nights. It's in Atlanta. Why?"
    "Because...well, what if I could get you a
gig in Tallahassee?" he said, propping his head up on his hand with
excitement.
    "I'm listening," I said, intrigued. Maybe
this would turn out to be a roundabout way of networking after all.
Brandon would be proud.
    "Well...the house show scene is pretty big
there." I gave him a blank look. "Some people treat their houses as
venues, usually college kids, people around that age. They throw
parties there and bands play from all over, and usually crash at
their house. I can't pretend the pay is good, but you didn't have
anything lined up anyway, right?"
    "It's true..." I said, a sudden rush of
excitement in my veins. I could suddenly kill two birds with one
stone.
    There was a rapping at the door before I had
much of a chance to think through what he had just told me.
    "What?" Aamir called gruffly.
    "Um dude..." came a male's voice from the
other side. "Hate to bother you but...well there's a wolf in our
yard."
Aamir shot up, his back straight as a rod. My initial reaction was
too laugh, because the prospect was simply to absurd for me to take
seriously, but the look in his eyes told me a different story.
    There was fear and anger. But there was also
familiarity.
    "Are you positive? You're not fucking around,
are you?" he called back gruffly.
    "I mean it man. I would hurry. He hasn't hurt
anyone yet but...we'll you know . He's
fucking shit up. David's keeping him under control for now."
    Aamir jumped out of bed and snatched his
shirt up from the ground, pulling it over his head.
    "You stay here, alright?" he said, and I
nodded, pulling the sheets over my naked body as he fled the room,
closing the door behind him. It had all happened so fast that I
hardly believed it. It was all so surreal.
    But of course, there was simply no way I was
going to just lay there. Wolf had to be a code for something else.
There just aren’t wolves in Florida. That’s a fact.
    I jumped out of the bed and quickly scooped
up my clothes, pulling them on as quickly as I could.
    Outside of the room the chatter was
deafening. More electric and excited than before, and I realized
most people were up towards the front of the living room, trying to
peak through the windows. A few girls were huddled on the other
side of the room, holding each other with fear in their eyes.
    I couldn't see what was going on through the
crowd of people, so I walked out the front door. A few people
protested, but I couldn’t find any of the boys in the living room
and I needed to know what was going on.
    And then I saw it.
    You know that feeling when you don't really
know what's happening, but you swear to God that somehow you're
familiar with it in ways that send shivers down your spine? Kind of
like Déjà vu .
    Well, as I looked at the snarling wolf, his
lips raised up over his long fangs, and his gray eyes flashing with
anger as Aamir and another man approached him, crouched down with
their arms spread open, and I felt it.
    Because although there was no way for me to
know it, I knew, without a shadow of a doubt that those gray eyes,
clouded over like a storm, belonged to someone I had known for most
of my life.
    "Trent?" I called out hoarsely. The creature
turned to me, growling viciously before he charged, tackling me
down to the green lawn beneath my feet.
     

 
Jackie Sexton is an
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dreaming up new worlds about brave (and slightly neurotic)
heroines, and hunky, lovable heroes. She also loves dark chocolate
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