Sunday, October 16, 2016

**Blue Moon Excerpt**


Blue Moon: A Scarlet Night Novel (Behind the Vail Book 4)


THE VIOLIN’S CHORDS ROLLED through the melody like warm honey, and Zoey started towards the lulling notes.
She needed to know where that music was coming from.
She needed to know who was playing it.
Somehow she knew that she needed to see the musician.
As her feet followed her ears through the forest, the canopy of trees and shrubs parted like a gateway to some other world and revealed a tall, handsome stranger. He stood, either unaware of Zoey’s arrival or simply unhindered by it, leaning on a tree and drawing a worn-out bow across a beat-up violin. He wasn’t singing—he didn’t need to—but the lyrics sounded all the same in Zoey’s head as she drew closer with bated breath. Closer: the music—his music—beckoned her closer, revealing more of him as she advanced. His hair, the same rich brown as the earth around him, was long and unkempt; falling over his brow and eyes, which danced to his own tune behind a pair of lazy lids. She needed to see those eyes. A tug of longing and need hastened her step as impatience washed over her body, and she pressed her hands over her chest, unsure what to do with the new sensation.
She watched him lift his head from the chin rest, and the curtain of chestnut hair parted to reveal a bestial gaze that locked on his fingers as they prowled across the neck of his violin. As the lyrics continued to echo inside Zoey’s head, she watched as his mouth silently reflected the words; she couldn't help herself as she continued towards him, needing to be closer to this man. She felt as if she would die if she couldn't close the distance separating them.
Only then, once she was close enough to touch him, could she sense what he truly was:
A theriomorph!
A savage!
Or so she’d been taught…
She knew the rules. Her clan wouldn’t allow her to pursue such thoughts. Lusting after one of his kind was an act of abandonment; of betrayal. She’d be siding with a creature that was more animal than not! They were simply too dangerous to be trusted; too dangerous to love.
But at that moment she couldn't seem to bring herself to care.
She was in a dangerous sort of mood.
The kind of mood that led to trouble.
Nothing that played music like that could be her enemy—no savage, cold, uncaring monster could create such beauty—and she was prepared to risk her life to prove it. There was such sincerity in the melody; such a loneliness in the sound that she wanted to reach out to him. She wanted to be the one to end his loneliness, to be the one to adore him. Her eyes followed his nimble fingers as they caressed the strings before they finally came to meet his own…
A beam of moonlight cut through the trees as a gentle breeze parted their branches and cast the two of them in its glow. She couldn't look away; couldn't break their stare even as his eyes narrowed. His dark-green aura rippled and then violently flared around his body, and she realized that he wasn't feeling at all like she was.
“Who are you?” he growled.
Recognition and panic burned in Zoey’s mind. She’d been here before—done this all before!—but it wasn’t supposed to be this way!
“Isa-Isaac!” she gasped around his grip, “It’s… it’s me! It’s Zoey! S-stop…”
Malice burned in the therion’s eyes as Isaac sneered up at her, tightening his grip.
“Zoey…” he said the name like it was a bad punchline to an unspoken joke, “Who will save you now that it’s my hands around your neck?” 
“Isaac…” Zoey felt her heart shatter as her windpipe collapsed.


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