The Blue Moon Saloon series features bears, wolves, and more!
Prequel - Perfection
Book 1 - Damnation
Book 2 - Temptation
Book 3 - Redemption
Book 4 - Salvation
Book 5 - Deception
"Remarkable characters draw us into this story of shifters and their plight. Their hurt becomes ours; when they are hunted, we too, are haunted by the hunt. What could have been just another mundane story about shape shifters wanting to mate with a different species comes alive with Ms Lowe's brilliant writing. Fans of shifters, here is another one to add to your library!" - Ind'Tale Magazine
"What a wonderful new series that brings us strong heroines, alpha heroes, shifters of all kinds, hot cowboys, action, and much more. I devoured this book in one sitting." - Angel's Guilty Pleasures
"Strong, magnetic characters... well-written and fast paced... The characters really drew me in." - Night Owl Reviews
"The storyline is amazing... You will love this sweet, exciting, suspenseful, funny, and steamy 5 star-plus romance!" - Roxie's Romance Reviews
"So much suspense and longing... An exciting and enjoyable read." - Read Our Thoughts Book Blog
"Enjoyable...interesting...exciting. I will definitely be reading more from this author." - Vampy and Racey Book Blog
"Another awesome story by the talented Anna Lowe! The plot is believable and the sex is smoking hot." - Crystal's Quirky Reviews
"Simon and Jessica's story is riveting, heartbreaking, sizzlingly sexy..." - Shifter Haven
Excerpt from Damnation:
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Tina asked.
Jessica forced herself to keep up her steady, confident stride. She nodded firmly. "I want to do this."
I need to do this was more like it, but pride was about the only thing she had left.
Tina was looking at her, but Jessica kept walking down the sidewalk in this dusty western town, pretending not to notice. "Is that the place?"
"That's it," Tina replied, waving to the two-story building. "Blue Moon Saloon. The new guys only took it over a month ago."
Jessica drew in a long breath and slowed to look it over. She couldn't have conjured anything more Wild West out of her imagination if she'd tried. The whole historic center of the old town was like that -- a high altitude frontier town, barely dragged into modern times.
"Perfect location, just a block off Whiskey Row." Tina nodded in pride.
Her inner wolf whined. I like home better. Yes, well, home was gone, and she could never go back to that place.
Want my mate, the beast whimpered.
Yeah, well. He didn't want us. When would the stupid beast get that through its head?
Anger worked better than the grief that welled up every time she thought of that part of her past, so she hung on to it for the time being. Combed her long brown hair back and stood at her full five-foot-eight. She needed this job, damn it. She'd get it.
"You can stay in the apartment upstairs," Tina said. "If you're sure you don't want to stay with us. We do have the space, you know."
"This will be fine," Jess said, trying to keep doubt out of her voice.
"It will need some work..." Tina warned.
Jessica wondered if she meant the saloon, the apartment, or the whole new life she faced.
"...and you'll have to share a bathroom with the guys..."
That was the other unknown in the equation. She'd have to live under the same roof as her new bosses. Who were the two men running the place, anyway?
"They're good guys," Tina added quickly. "Hard-working. Honest."
She sure hoped so.
"...a little rough around the edges, maybe..."
She pictured natty beards, worn jeans, Western drawls.
"...but I'm sure they'll be fine. And they can really use your help."
That was another thing. Everything Tina didn't say suggested the saloon wasn't exactly off to a stellar start. What exactly was she getting herself into here?
Jessica took a last, deep breath and followed Tina through the saloon doors -- a pair of real saloon doors that swung both ways -- feeling as if she were leaping into a deep, murky pool.
At first, she couldn't see anything, but as her eyes adjusted from the glare of the sun to the dim interior, she could make out the trappings of the saloon. Four round poker tables stood in the middle with booths on each side. A weathered sign on the right read, Check your guns at the door, and it was hard to tell whether the message was a gag or not. Otherwise, the walls were decorated with black-and-white scenes of the frontier town in days gone by -- all covered with enough dust and grime to suggest that the new management hadn't changed the decor. Or the menu, judging by the faded chicken-scratch on the chalkboard by the front door.
"Hello?" Tina called. Her voice echoed down a narrow hallway that lead to a back room.
"Coming," a voice came from out of sight.
Jessica's wolf perked its ears. Froze. Practically pointed like a god damn hunting dog, too. She gave it a mental swat, but the beast didn't budge. What the hell was that about?
"Be right there," a second voice came. A deep, rumbly voice, like that of a bear roused from his den.
Her wolf soul had been slumbering for most of the morning, but now, it jumped up and down, waving its tail frantically in a crazy cocktail of mixed emotions. Excitement with a splash of hope, a touch of arousal, and a whole lot of fear, clinking around like a couple of ice cubes in a whiskey glass.
What? She wanted to scream at her wolf. What?
Two square-shouldered forms stepped out of the shadows of the hallway, one half a step ahead of the other. Big, burly men who moved like bulldozers, absolutely confident that any living thing would back the hell out of their way.
Short, sandy hair. Short, scruffy stubble. Dark, wary eyes. Huge, steely hands permanently clenched into fists. Two men who couldn't be anything but brothers.
A warm rush of adrenaline exploded inside her and bounced around her veins, and her mind whirled. Not possible. It couldn't be...
Part of her wanted to flee; the other half wanted to leap into an embrace. The man in front looked permanently stern, while the one behind smiled. At least, he did until Tina started the introductions. "Jessica Macks, meet--"
"Simon," Jessica blurted, looking over the shoulder of the first man toward the second.
The man she'd never stopped loving, no matter how hard she tried. The bear shifter who still inhabited her dreams, even after all this time.
Mate! Her wolf whimpered joyously. Mine! Alive!
Blue eyes the color of the coldest, clearest alpine lake locked on hers and refused to let go.
"Jessica," he murmured, too low for human ears.
"This..." she stammered at the man who'd pretended to love her, then cast her aside. "This will never work."