Under a Raging Moon: Part One

By Jove Chambers

Piper Wainwright’s only interest in Kale Morgan is to seduce and manipulate him. She’s here to find a priceless necklace and steal it. Yeah, she’s a thief. It’s not the most glamorous of occupations, but it pays the bills. Besides, Piper left innocence behind a long time ago, the night the wolf inside her burst out and caused pain and mayhem. This is who she is now. No apologies.

There’s only one problem with Kale. He’s not cooperating. He’s cold and aloof, seemingly impervious to her charms.

And Piper’s finding herself annoyingly distracted by Hudson Slade, whose brawny warmth is the complete opposite of Kale’s icy control.

Little does she know that she’s stumbled into a complicated web of old wounds and jealousy. Or that she’s about to become a pawn in this town’s werewolf politics.

Under a Raging Moon is a serial novel involving sexual and polyamorous content. It’s being published in three parts. This first part is 11,000 words or approximately 30 printed pages.

• Language: English
• Publisher: V. J. Chambers
• Release date: Aug 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310828522

Jove Chambers

Jove Chambers is the dark romance pen name for USA Today bestselling author, V. J. Chambers. Most of her books were originally published under that name.

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UNDER A RAGING MOON

Part One

by V. J. Chambers

A Werewolf Romance for Three

Piper Wainwright’s only interest in Kale Morgan is to seduce and manipulate him. She’s here to find a priceless necklace and steal it. Yeah, she’s a thief. It’s not the most glamorous of occupations, but it pays the bills. Besides, Piper left innocence behind a long time ago, the night the wolf inside her burst out and caused pain and mayhem. This is who she is now. No apologies.

There’s only one problem with Kale. He’s not cooperating. He’s cold and aloof, seemingly impervious to her charms.

And Piper’s finding herself annoyingly distracted by Hudson Slade, whose brawny warmth is the complete opposite of Kale’s icy control.

Little does she know that she’s stumbled into a complicated web of old wounds and jealousy. Or that she’s about to become a pawn in this town’s werewolf politics.

Under a Raging Moon is a serial novel involving sexual and polyamorous content. It’s being published in three parts. This first part is 11,000 words or approximately 30 printed pages.

UNDER A RAGING MOON

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UNDER A RAGING MOON

Part One

by V. J. Chambers

A Werewolf Romance for Three

CHAPTER ONE

It should have been an easy job. I had the whole thing planned out, right down to the point where I’d break down right in front of the mark’s house. That wasn’t easy to accomplish, either. I had to stop first, somewhere out of sight, sabotage my yellow VW New Beetle, and then get back in and drive it until I couldn’t anymore. I wasn’t exactly a car expert, but my cute little car had broken down enough times in the five years I’d owned it that I’d figured out some common problems it had. So, I knew enough about what I was doing to make it work.

Well, to make it not work.

That part all went perfectly. I ended up right where I wanted, pulled over on the side of the road in front of the mark’s house, which was a nicely landscaped little split-level. It wasn’t anything fancy or exciting, but it looked positively affluent compared to the trailers and run-down farmhouses I’d been seeing on my way here.

The mark was named Kale Morgan. He was twenty-eight, and he owned a successful landscaping business. I guessed that was why his yard looked so nice.

But I was pretending that I didn’t know anything about him at all. I needed him to think that this was all an accident, that I was a helpless damsel in distress who’d broken down in front of his house.

A helpless, very sexy damsel.

As I got out of the car, I yanked my shirt down, making sure that the scoop neck was displaying a healthy view of my cleavage. I was wearing this super uncomfortable push-up bra just to give my breasts all the advantages they could muster. My breasts were regular sized. They weren’t huge, and they weren’t small. They were normal. They matched my frame. Sure, they could have been larger,