Blurb:She’s his muse, his mate, and she’s completely offlimits. He’s a jerk, a recluse, and her newest assignment. Until he broke her heart, Vivianna Lopez loved Logan Reynolds. Five years later, she’s an aspiring music journalist and he’s the camerashy lead singer of Logan and the Howlers. Armed with a backstage pass, Vivi’s back in her hometown of Reno, nestled in the shadows of the Sierra Nevada mountains. She must score an interview with Logan to land her dream job otherwise it’s back to Boston, with no scoop and no job. It’s just business–at least that’s what she keeps telling herself. Logan still loves Vivi, his soul mate, but there’s something even she doesn’t know about him: He turns into a werewolf every full moon and a secret organization is hunting down his Pack. Vivi may not have Logan’s senses, but she can sniff out that he’s hiding something. He knows it’s only a matter of time before the truth about him and his Pack is revealed. And then he really will lose her.
for the acoustic and slid the strap over my shoulder. Amazing that I could be
sitting on a cold stool in the hot lights of a open-air college amphitheater
with five thousand screaming fans and still feel so damned alone.
that first chord. My Gibson was my focus. With her in my arms, everything else
“Love you, too.”
and I was spending it with my alt-rock band, Logan and the Howlers. We were
finally starting to see some success. Our songs climbed up iTunes charts as
fast as we could release them, and our concert venues were getting bigger
without the backing of a big record label. We were busy.
the show, we were going to grab a couple of beers to celebrate, and I’d paste
on a smile for my brother. For me, it was just another empty year. As my Pack
brothers each found their mates, the one woman he would ever love, the
ache for mine grew, but unlike the rest of the Pack, there was no hope of me
being with her.
the Howlers vanished offstage for a water break. This was my song. The crowd
erupted as I strummed the first chord. “Madness in the Moonlight” was still one
of our top selling singles, and a favorite at live performances. My pain on
familiar scent, clean and spicy like cinnamon ignited my senses. Oh shit.
month, the wolf in my soul came forward and I shifted my form, surrendering to
the animalistic part of my spirit. And right now the dormant wolf was clawing
toward my consciousness, no longer content to rest in the background. Even as a
man, my senses were heightened—especially my senses of smell and hearing, but
my vision didn’t suck, either.
chords instinctively, but I almost missed my vocals, stumbling over the next
verse while I scanned the crowd. Finally I turned toward the wings.
ghost from my past.
shit. What the hell was she doing here? I powered through the ending of
the song and stood to accept the cheers.
“Thank you. There’s no place I’d rather be for my birthday!”
signs waved back and forth as my bandmates came out to join me, taking the
decibel level even higher. Stryker jogged out, still shirtless, his untamed
long hair bouncing with each stride. The guy was a monster on the drums. He
raised his drumsticks while Levi, tall and slender, pumped his fist from behind
harmonies. Plus he was our de facto social media manager, saving the rest of us
from being near a computer. We loved him for that.
waving to fans. He was the “Old Man” of the Howlers. It didn’t help that he
liked to keep his hair slicked back in a 50s pompadour.
roar of the audience, but I caught every word. I glanced at the wings, relieved
to see them empty. Maybe I’d imagined her.
Howlers had my back, filling the concert hall with a wall of sound, but I
couldn’t lose myself in it this time. Any movement offstage had me jumpy and
tense. This concert couldn’t be over soon enough.
tossed the towel in my bag.
roadies to do it now, but he got territorial when it came to his drums.
Have a birthday beer for me.”
tough to keep secrets from people you care about, so I kept my distance.
of my pickup with Anna standing beside him. Their conversation halted as I came
closer. As impossible as it seemed, she was sexier than I remembered, her
curves more pronounced in her tight black dress.
empty space in my chest where my heart should have been.
did, and working outside on the horse ranch made his skin a little more tan
than mine. But he wasn’t wearing his faded ranch clothes now. He looked sharp
in his black denim and white T-shirt, trying to impress a ghost from my past.
Vivi’s like family. Did you know she’s staying up in Lake Tahoe right now?”
Her face fueled my muse.
dark eyes that used to see all the way into my soul. Could she see how empty I
was inside now?
flippant. “I didn’t know you were a fan of the Howlers, Anna.”
She shook her head and took a step back. “It’s Vivi or Vivianna.”
here for work.”
I’d never be strong enough to walk away again. She needed to leave me.
shook her head. “Thanks for reminding me what an asshole you are.”
brother with a stare. “I’ll meet you at Lou’s.”
should’ve gotten in and driven away, but I turned back one last time.
bitterness burned my stomach. Maybe they were on a damn date. The light
from the streetlamp glistened on her long black hair, teasing me. Every angle
of her face tempted me. I hadn’t spoken to her in just over five years, but my
hunger for her hadn’t faded. Far from it.
dagger in my chest.
if it meant her dreams would come true. Our futures were always headed in
opposite directions. I made the right choice.
door and drove away. Longest damned drive to Lou’s in my life.
The juke box blared “Hotel California” while I nursed my second whiskey, neat.
I sat on a stool in the shadows at the end of the counter. The last thing I was
in the mood for was some drunk chick to recognize me. A few years ago, I tried
to drown my sorrows in fast women and band groupies, but nothing filled the
void Anna left behind.
candle to making love to her. Ever.
it didn’t open again. Anna wasn’t with him. The only trace of her was her scent
on his fucking shirt.
took the stool next to me. “What the hell happened back there with Vivi? I
thought you’d be happy to see her.”
Lake Tahoe with a college friend. I ran into her a couple weeks ago. She’s
never seen you in concert…” He shrugged. “I thought it would be fun.”
as I drove away, but I caught his wrist before I realized what I was doing. My
grip tightened like a vise. “You can have any woman in the world. Not. Her.”
I let go of him, dragging a shaky hand back through my hair. My wolf was
dangerously close to the surface, and the full moon was still two weeks away.
but you don’t get to call the shots here.” Luke leaned in close. “You dumped
her and never even told her why. She waited for you in her prom dress. You
Anything to kill the ache inside.
how I expected him to react, but shoving me back into the bar wasn’t it.
could you not tell me?”
my mate, but we’re too young? It’s complicated?”
didn’t trust me to understand.” He slammed his hand on the bar. “Our whole Pack
blew off the stories of one mate for life. You knew it was true all this time,
and you never said anything.”
away. It wasn’t helping anyway. “It was between me and Anna.”
Slapping them on the bar, I glared at my brother. “I’m not doing this
formed on his brow as he lowered his voice. “You’re choosing to be alone…forever?”
yanked free from his grasp. “Just do me a favor and stay out of it. And stay
away from her. The sooner she gets out of town, the better.”
dream job.” The bartender set Luke’s beer on the bar. He took a swig and tried
not to smile. “That’s why she came west to stay with her friend. She’s here to
be the first to get an interview with reclusive indie rocker, Logan Reynolds,
from Logan and the Howlers.”
I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl