Desert Hunt - Prequel
Desert Moon - Book1
Desert Wolf: Complete Collection (four short stories) - Books 1.1/1.2/1.3/1.4
Desert Blood - Book 2
Desert Fate - Book 3
Desert Heart - Book 4
Desert Yule (a short story)
Desert Rose - Book 5
Desert Roots - Book 6
Sasquatch Surprise (a spin-off story)
ONCE UPON A DESERT MOON - a boxed set of Books 1, 2, and 3
- Tender moments, action-packed scenes, and scorching sheets.. Another fab read.
- Heartfelt, close, sweet, romantic, spicy, and family oriented...
- I have been waiting impatiently for this one because I knew it would be a great read. And I have to say that Ms Lowe hit it out of the park.
- If you enjoy steamy paranormal romances with suspense and surprises, you will certainly enjoy the books in this series.
- One of my favorite series... An explosive couple...
- This is the last book in the Twin Moon series and the first one that I have read. I had no trouble following the story...
- Anna has this amazing ability to describe her settings in a way that's almost melodic. Her words flow like poetry and I find it utterly enchanting.
An excerpt from DESERT ROOTS:
Luke spotted the woman the second she spotted him, and he tried tearing his eyes away. He really tried. But he couldn't. Just couldn't.
Her long legs tapered into leather boots with those damn tassels, teasing him. Golden hair cascaded over her shoulders. Bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief after a split-second pause in which he saw fear and loneliness. At least, he thought so. But that just went to show how she messed with his brain, because there was no way a woman like her would be acquainted with either of those emotions, right?
When their eyes locked, time stopped for a second -- a full minute? an hour? -- before lurching on. As if the earth had stopped spinning, and he and she were the only two who'd noticed. His heart stopped, too, and his whole body warmed.
Mine, his wolf hummed in a low, hungry tone.
Then, whack! The door swung shut, slamming Luke in the back.
He shook himself back to his senses. Whoa. Had time stopped or was that just him?
The hubbub of the bar went on without missing a beat. The singer was still crooning, a couple of out-of-step dancers still swaying, the waitresses still bustling through the Friday night crowd. But something in him felt different than before.
Her! It's her! His wolf jumped up and down. The daredevil on the bike.
There were about six guys fawning over her, one less worthy than the next, and Luke just about growled when she ignored the hungry huddle and stared at him.
His blood rushed. His heart rate tripled, and his inner wolf ordered him to march over and claim her as his own. Not as his own for the night, but really, truly, his own. Forever.
Mine! his wolf clamored. Mate!
And man, what the hell was that all about?
Luke struggled to keep his crazy beast leashed. Give it up, already.
Will never let her go, his wolf declared.
He took her in for a moment longer, glued to those intense, flashing eyes that were even bluer than the tank top she wore. Proud, straight shoulders told the world she was no pushover. All feminine on top, all cowgirl below with her worn jeans and leather boots.
All mine, his wolf growled so fiercely, he nearly gave in to the urge to stride over, glare the other guys off, and buy that woman a drink. They'd get to talking, then dancing, and before long, the two of them would head out the door to a more private place, like one of the rooms upstairs. Because he wanted her. Needed her like he'd never needed anything before.
So, go get her. To hell with that turning-over-a-new-leaf shit, the dark voice said.
He took one step forward, then pulled up short.
A month ago, he would have walked up to her without thinking. Hell, a week ago, too. But everything had changed in the intervening time. Ever since he'd heard the news from North Ridge, Colorado, a switch had flipped in him. It was time to man up and end his bad boy ways. Time to go home and help a struggling pack he'd turned his back on years ago.
Not time to fool around with a she-wolf, no matter how gorgeous she was.
So he put on his best poker face and sat at a table with his back to her. Better not send a hungry she-wolf the wrong signals.
But what if the signals are all right? his wolf protested.
He ordered a beer and did his best to focus on the baseball game running on the TV. A minute later, he blinked and realized it was football.
So much for focusing on anything but the blonde.
Her scent teased him from across the room -- even a room as pungent and crowded as this. He could feel her eyes on him. He could hear the vibration of her footsteps on the floor. Never mind the dozens of other feet clomping around the place -- the light tap of hers stood out. And crap, she was coming his way. Didn't she know he had sworn off living close to the edge? Didn't she know he had a mission to fulfill?
Apparently not, because he sensed her approaching as if he'd known her his whole life. When she placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned close to his ear, long, silky locks tickled his cheek.
"Come and dance, stranger."
She had to shout above the music, but to him, it was a whisper, and her voice tangoed through his blood. Low. Sultry. Playful. And confident. Confident that she would get exactly what she wanted.
As in, him.
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