Title: The False Moon
Author: Jacqueline Rohrbach
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: May 21, 2018
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 84,900
Genre: Paranormal, werewolves, shifters, gay, paranormal
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Synopsis
Outsiders call them False Moons, but
Garvey’s kind call themselves Moondogs. Moondogs hunt. Moondogs live free.
Moondogs stick together. Moondogs are half-breeds, not completely accepted by
those who consider themselves “true wolves.”
Garvey is a Moondog to his bones. He and
the unexpected get along just fine. That’s why when Molly, the vampire who
should be a mindless eating machine, turns out to be an oddity, Garvey decides
to hide her away instead of killing her.
But that leaves him needing another
vampire to carry out the schemes of the two powerful werewolf rivals he’s
caught between. What’s an improvising Moondog to do other than find some poor
sap and create a new one?
Garvey might be a Moondog to his bones,
but to defeat his enemies, he must navigate their world and be the stupid,
subservient beast they expect. At least on the surface. Behind the scenes,
Garvey intends to turn their plans against them and bring the two greater packs
to the brink of war.
Excerpt
The False Moon
Jacqueline Rohrbach © 2018
All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1: Jouska But Not Really
KIJO
Kijo stood in front of the gateway
Mazgan stole from the Boo Hags. Lacking descriptive language, she could only
call it doorish but smaller. As it was, when she became wolf, it was what she
felt and not what she saw. Surging electricity pried apart large spaces inside
of her to make room for itself amongst her being. This sensation wasn’t
intoxicating. It was terrifying. Without knowing how she knew it, Kijo
understood the presence with her wanted to rip her apart.
You do not open it. It opens you.
It was one of the few things Kijo
remembered Lavario saying with any force back when he was still her father.
Normally flippant about bright-line rules, he was stern, even afraid, when he
cautioned her against tampering with the sentient powers immured within the
gateways.
Back then, pride kept her from asking
him more. As a new wolf, she wanted her pack to think she was in control,
secure in her ability to fight any enemy the world had to offer. Varcolac. What
a fool she’d been. Now it was too late to ask for guidance, too late to admit
her fear, too late to do anything other than move forward. Under her nose,
Mazgan had already brought a gateway there and left it where anyone could
access it. Worse, he’d selected Garvey—a brazenly careless wolf—to travel through
it and bring back a vampire of all things.
“Here is proof of Mazgan’s foolishness,”
she said to herself in the darkness. “Here is proof he’s tampering where he
should not.”
In her head, she considered her pack’s
response. It’s nothing, they’d say.
She stressed the significance to them.
“It is a gateway. Here.”
Their retort played out in her head. It
was past time for Varcolac to have dominion over one. We are due. You are
looking at your birthright. Your rank is not just some silly title. It is a
destiny, Guardian.
Furious, Kijo paced the length of the
hall. Her imaginary conversation with her subordinates became reality if she
approached them now. Pack pride surmounted their caution. An honor they’d been
denied all these years, a right reserved by the much hated Isangelous, was in
their possession. Having did not mean tampering. Even if it did, the wolves of
the Varcolac—mostly younger, brasher—might not understand the danger.
Mazgan hadn’t exactly hidden it either;
the damn thing was literally a door to a storage room. Inexcusable hubris.
“You will need so much more to persuade
them of the danger,” she concluded to herself.
This time, her pack did not answer her.
She was alone.
No, not alone. An unknown entity stirred
nearby. More curious than concerned, Kijo scanned the hallway, narrowing her
eyes while she sniffed the air in measured, stable inhalations. Her nostrils
barely twitched. Although she didn’t see, didn’t hear, didn’t smell anything,
instinct demanded she listen.
Kijo straightened herself, haughtily
raising her chin. She walked up to the gateway the same way she’d approach any
other enemy. Touch. The energy sent her staggering backward. It was an impulse
as strong as anything she’d ever felt, more demanding than even her body’s need
for blood.
“No.” Defiant, Kijo said it out loud.
Cold liquid ran down her spine. Sweat, she realized.
The energy shifted, tipping her
direction as though to acknowledge her refusal. Softer this time, the request
was seductive. Touch.
Kijo’s hand twitched at her side. With
effort, she forced herself to walk away. Lavario’s words repeated, You don’t
open it. It opens you.
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Meet the Author
Jacqueline Rohrbach is a 36-year-old creative writer living in windy central Washington. When she isn’t writing strange books about bloodsucking magical werewolves, she’s baking sweets, or walking her two dogs, Nibbler and Mulder. She also loves cheesy ghost shows, especially when the hosts call out the ghost out like he wants to brawl with it in a bar. You know, “Come out here, you coward! You like to haunt little kids. Haunt me!” Jackee laughs at this EVERY time. She’s also a hopeless World of Warcraft addict. In her heyday, she was a top parsing disc priest. She became a paladin to fight Deathwing, she went back to a priest to cuddle pandas, and then she went to a shaman because I guess she thought it would be fun to spend an entire expansion underpowered and frustrated. Boomchicken for Legion! You can find Jacqueline on Twitter.Giveaway
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