Sunday, August 01, 2010

Bad Medicine: Wishing Moon by BJ McCall

Bad Medicine: Wishing Moon by B.J.  McCall
Read an excerpt

Bad Medicine: Wishing Moon

by B.J. McCall
cover art by Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-433-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Werewolves, Men and Women in Uniform
Series: Bad Medicine
Length: Novella


Beneath the Wishing Moon, Avana Vasson made two wishes. The first was granted, a kiss that forever changed her relationship with Trace Canaan. The second wish must wait until he returns from active duty.
But be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.
He's back and he wants forever. She loves him, but not the conditions that come with being his alpha mate. She loves her life in the city and her job with WishLabz, a cutting-edge, wish-granting firm.
Wishes can be purchased if one has the coin, but be careful, wishes are powerful magic.
Bad Medicine: Wishing Moon
B.J. McCall
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 B.J. McCall

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Trace Canaan split away from the group of young wolves, taking a narrow, winding path to his favorite spot at the top of Moon Mountain. Reaching the crest, he leaped onto a granite slab overlooking the valley.
Far below the yelps and yips of the wolves were replaced by friendly shouts and peals of laughter, telling Trace his friends had reached the spring fed pool at the base of Shawnee Falls, the best spot to skinny-dip on a hot summer night.
Instead of joining the nocturnal fun, Trace wanted to watch the full moon rise over his beloved mountains one last time before reporting for duty. He lifted his muzzle, breathing in the scent of the old-growth trees, the wildflowers and the earth, the home of his pack for over a thousand years.
As the moon peeked above the tall peaks, Trace shifted, taking pleasure in the stretch of muscle, sinew and bone, the change in size and shape, the morphing of wolf to man. Naked, he sat on the cool granite, leaned back, bracing his weight on outstretched arms.
The soft thud of paws on the earthen path alerted him he wasn't alone. Nose quivering, he recognized the scent.
He bent one knee to shield his privates as Avana Vasson jumped onto the slab. Trace knew she was out well beyond her father's curfew.
"Do you know what time it is?" he teased, aware of her ongoing efforts to thwart her parents' rigid rules. At nearly eighteen years of age, Avana hungered for freedom, a break from her protective parents. Trace reached out and grabbed her at the base of the neck, the gesture a reminder of their unique bond.
Six years ago she'd fallen into the swift moving river that snaked through the valley. He'd seen her fall, jumped in after her and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. He'd nearly drowned in the process of getting them both to shore and since that day Trace and Avana had been close friends.
He eased his grip and slid his fingers deep into her thick coat, white fur tipped in black. She responded to his caress, leaning into his body and rubbing her muzzle against his bare shoulder. Something stirred deep inside him. He glanced at her, admiring the line of her muzzle, the slope of her head and long ears. Her beauty stole his breath.
He'd spent the last four years at an out-of-state college. During his absence Avana had slipped into her teen years and over time his feelings had evolved from friendship to desire. Each visit the attraction had grown stronger, but he'd said nothing, done nothing to enlighten her. He gently pushed her away and dropped his hand. Although he'd worked hard and finished his business degree, Trace still faced two years of active military duty.
Another two years away from the pack; two long years to wait.
Avana shifted, her wolven form morphing into a willowy body with high breasts, gently curved hips and long legs. Although nudity was common in pack life, Trace forced himself not to stare. To look was to want.
"It's too hot to sleep." Avana sat down beside him, her bare thigh brushing his. "I didn't expect anyone to be here. Party's down at the swimming hole."
"I like it up here."
She lifted her long hair, twisting it into a thick knot at her nape. Leaning back, she mimicked his position, firm breasts pointing at the moon. "I wish you didn't have to go."
"I'll miss you, too."
At dawn, he'd leave. The pack elders considered it an honor that he'd been accepted to join a paranormal military unit. Upon completion of two years of service the elders would pay off his student loans.
"I envy you. If my father has his way, I'll mate with the were of his choice and die here in the mountains."
Trace reminded himself to keep his eyes on her face, but still his gaze drifted south. "And if you get your way?"
"I'd go to the city and never come back."
He shook his head. "You love it here, it's our land. Look at that moon and tell me your heart isn't here."
"You can see the moon from the city."
He worried that she'd find city life suited her, that she'd fall for some sophisticated human with a large bank account. "What about the pack? You have a responsibility to the ancestors."
"I don't want my father and the elders to choose my mate. I want -- What do you care? You're leaving." She sprang to her feet and looked up at the moon. "You went away to college and now you're going off-planet. I have to stay here in the isolation of the mountains and take virtual classes."
Unable to handle her bare backside inches from his face, Trace rose and placed a hand on her shoulder. He understood her father wanted to preserve an ancient bloodline, but pedigree alone wasn't enough. Only an accomplished were would be considered a fit mate for Avana. Needing to improve his prospects and make himself a viable candidate, Trace had chosen a path that demanded he leave pack land. If he stayed, she'd be forever beyond his reach.
"Two years isn't so long," he lied, utterly aware of the silky feel of her flesh beneath his fingers.
She shook her head, her pale hair shimmering in the moonlight. "I was hoping you'd still be here for my birthday party."
Avana loved music and Trace knew she wanted the Twek. Capable of holding a thousand recordings, the tiny device fit into the ear. Despite the outrageous price he'd pulled funds from his meager savings and purchased the Twek, arranging for delivery on her special day. Her father might frown upon the non-traditional gift, but Avana would love it. "Look at the moon and make a wish. If I can, I'll give it to you."
She lifted her face to the moon, then she turned and faced him. "I made two wishes, but I want one of them right now."
"Kiss me."

No comments:

Post a Comment