Desert Hunt - the Prequel
Desert Moon - Book 1
Desert Wolf: Complete Collection (four short stories)
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 (spin-off story)
ONCE UPON A DESERT MOON - a boxed set of Books 1, 2, and 3 (+3 bonus scenes)
TWICE UPON A DESERT MOON - a boxed set of Books 4, 5, and 6 (+3 bonus scenes)
"...a breathtaking, passionate romance... As always, Anna Lowe does a spectacular job setting up her characters and writing sensual scenes."- Angel's Guilty Pleasures
"This story has so much suspense, hope and love, you will not want to put it down. I loved this book and can't wait for more!" - Read Our Thoughts Book Blog
An excerpt from Desert Rose...
Axel drifted happily through his favorite dream. The one where the angel sang, just for him.
Sunlight tapped his shoulder, but he clung stubbornly to the last threads of sleep, trying to prolong the dream. That angel had kept him alive in the pain-wracked fog he'd fallen into after the hellhound fight. Every time he'd been about to drift over the line from life to death - so tempting, the easy way out - the angel would start singing and give him a reason to hang on.
And now she was back, calling to him like a siren. He tuned in just enough to catch the steady, singsong voice. He'd never seen the ocean, but he figured waves over the sand might make a similarly soothing sound.
Other sounds hummed in the background, other scents, but he focused on the silky voice. So peaceful. So lyrical-
Something slammed to the ground, and his eyelids flew open, imagining the worst. A rock falling from the roof of a cave where he'd taken shelter, maybe, signaling that it was time to pick up his weary body and move on. Or maybe it was a bolt of lightning illuminating a hundred empty miles of desert as he sprinted on four feet, hurrying behind his father on yet another urgent mission.
He blinked and looked around. No cave. No desert, except the view outside the windows. He flexed his fingers - human fingers, not hooves - and they sank into the leather of an armchair.
The library. He was in the library. Whew.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," a voice squawked. A woman's voice, pitched like an off-key cuckoo.
He sat upright, blinking sleep out of his eyes. Where did the angel go?
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