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
Book 6 - Celebration (holiday story)
BLUE MOON SALOON, Volume 1 - a boxed set of Books 1, 2, and 3
BLUE MOON SALOON, Volume 2 - a boxed set of Books 4, 5, and 6
WHAT READERS & REVIEWERS ARE SAYING:
Superbly written and entertaining... This spicy paranormal tale is a fun read. - Night Owl Reviews
An emotional journey full of suspense, action, and second chance at love. - Angel's Guilty Pleasures
Brilliant! This is a wonderful example of what paranormal romance is! - Happy Tails and Tales Blog
You will love this suspenseful, exciting, sweet, and steamy hot romance! - Roxie's Romance Reviews
Soren's story sent me over the edge with thrills and had me crying and laughing... Man, is it action packed, just like a movie out of the Wild West! Lots of action, hope, and true love in this story. - Read Our Thoughts Book Blog
- Beautifully written, Anna Lowe once again outdoes herself with this beautiful love story.
- Just when I think Anna's books can't get any better she proves me wrong.
- I love the characters, you can't help but fall in love with them.
- Couldn't put it down.
- I loved how Anna Lowe played this story out with the twists surrounding the baby that brings them full circle.
- Enjoyed the action, the intrigue, cheered through the fight and sighed through their special moments. What a great story!
An excerpt from Redemption:
A commotion broke out by the front door, and Soren couldn't help but look up. Cole was leading someone in off the street, and the women in the café all flocked over to help. What was going on?
"Oh, you poor thing," Jessica said to the rail-thin woman Cole guided to a chair. Probably another tourist who'd had too much of the Arizona sun. So why did his pulse skip a couple of times, as if she were a long-lost friend?
"Rick, get her a cushion," Tina said.
"Get her a glass of water, too," Jess added, kneeling by the woman.
"I got it," Soren said, stepping to the counter for a glass. He counted to ten as he filled it. Damn, why was his hand shaking? And why was his heart suddenly revving in overdrive? It wasn't as if he'd witnessed a terrible accident. It was just some lady feeling faint. His inner bear, though, reacted like it was much more, pacing and growling inside his mind.
What? he wanted to yell. What?
He kneeled in front of the woman and held out the glass. The hand that reached for the glass was covered in wicked burn marks, and he winced a little, just seeing them.
"I'm fine," the woman said, straightening. The curtain of her hair parted, and Soren froze.
Everything froze. His heart ceased beating. Blood stopped pulsing through his veins. His lungs halted in midbreath, and even his bear went from rattling the bars of the mental cage he kept it locked behind to absolutely, positively still.
Her hair was darker. Her scent had changed a tiny bit, too. And she was thin -- far, far too thin. But the second his eyes locked on those impossibly green eyes, he knew.
"Soren?" It was barely a whisper, but her voice shot straight to his heart.
"Sarah," he managed.
Mate! his inner bear roared. Alive!
It was Sarah. His Sarah. Alive!
He wanted to grab her and dance her around. To crush her to his chest and never, ever let go. He wanted to roar loud enough for folks all the way back in Montana to hear. To sit her down and start feeding her hearty meals to make up for whatever illness or hard times were responsible for making her so gaunt.
But before he could do any of those things, her hand dropped to her belly. A stretched-out, round-as-a-basketball belly so out of place on that thin frame. His breath caught as his mind slowly processed what that meant.
Pregnant. She was pregnant.
For a split second, his bear nearly jumped for joy. But then his mind caught up, doing the math. He hadn't seen Sarah in nearly a year -- the time he'd been forced to leave home, plus the months since then, when he thought she was gone forever. Nearly a year, which meant...
The glass he was holding slipped out of his grip, and his vision blurred over red.
"Soren!" Jessica cried.
He barely heard, because his ears filled with a roar loud enough to drown her voice and the earsplitting sound of shattering glass. And his legs...
His legs wheeled and carried him out of the room before his bear leaped right out of his skin and mauled something or someone.
He couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't react, not even to Sarah's beseeching eyes as they cried, Please. Please, let me explain.