Moon Chosen #5 (Werewolf Shifter Romance): Moon Chosen, #5

By Mac Flynn

High seas and adventure await Sophie as she delves deeper into the mysterious of the islands of the werewolves. Her mate and she find themselves captives aboard a sailing vessel, but the captain has more on his mind than them walking the plank. There's trouble brewing on another island, and he wants them to head it off. Erik thinks only of finding out the mystery behind the island troubles. Conflicting priorities come to a head when the tide turns against them and fate forces them down the road of adventure and danger.

MOON CHOSEN #5 is the fifth book in the MOON CHOSEN series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516324460

Mac Flynn

A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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Moon Chosen #5

MOON CHOSEN #5

Werewolf Shifter Romance

MAC FLYNN

CONTENTS

Copyright

Author’s Note

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Sneak Peek: Moon Chosen #6

A Small Favor

When’s the Next Book?

Series by Mac Flynn

About Mac Flynn

COPYRIGHT

Moon Chosen #5 (Werewolf Shifter Romance). Copyright © 2019 by Mac Flynn.

Published by Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, disseminated, or transmitted in any form or by any or for any use, including recording or any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the author and/or artist. The only except ions shirt excerpts or the cover image in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, organizations, places and events portrayed in this novel or on the cover are either products of the author’s or artist’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author or artist.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Dear Reader,

Thank you so much for joining me on a journey through my imagination. If you’re looking for romance and adventure with a guaranteed Happily Ever After, then you’ve come to the right place. My books contain paranormal plotting and fantastical action, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

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CHAPTER ONE

The night was calm. The cannons were silent. The only sounds were the oars as they slid in and out of the water.

I sat tucked between Greg and Erik on that old-fashioned away-boat. At the bow stood the leader of the men who had captured us. His face was young but stern, and at his hip was a revolver.

I leaned towards my mate. You didn’t tell me there were pirates on this lake, I whispered to him.

He shook his head. For the reason that I didn’t know myself.

Quiet, the leader ordered us.

I scowled at him. Quiet yourself. We’re having a discussion here about the latest bandanna fashions. I’m going with stupid. One of the oarsmen snarled at me and showed off his long, fang-like teeth. Grr, I growled back.

Enough, the leader commanded his man. The oarsman leaned away from me, but still glared in my direction.

Erik nodded at the large sailing ship that loomed ahead of us. What ship is that and who commands it? he asked our lead captor.

The leader ignored his question, but we soon got our answer. The oars cut through the water like a hot knife through butter and we soon came up to the ship’s stern. A rope ladder and several ropes were thrown down to us. The men pushed us to the ladder, and we were wedged between the sailors as we climbed the rungs.

I peeked my head over the deck and found the ship ship-shape. The boards were scrubbed until they shone and all the ropes were new. The men went about their tasks with energy, but more than one cast curious glances at us.

Get on with ya, one of the sailors behind us growled.

Erik helped me onto the deck and, along with Greg, we were marched up the stairs at the rear that led to the wheel. A tall man stood at the helm, and behind him with his back turned to us was another sailor. The man at the rear was hefty and wore a tall, broad hat. He sported a coat with tails, and he wore breeches that finished at buckled shoes.

Is this some sort of pirate convention or something? I spoke up.

The sound of my voice made the swarthy man turn around. His face was covered in a bushy black beard and his eyes twinkled with energy and mischief. He strode over to us and grabbed one of Greg’s hands in both of his.

A pleasure to meet you at last, Greenwood, a great pleasure, he told the servant. The sailor studied Greg’s face. But it seems you’re older than I expected.

Greg coughed and nodded to Erik. I believe that’s because you have the wrong man. My Master stands over there.

The sailor glanced between the two men and dropped his hands. I see. Sorry about that.

Greg bowed his head. Not at all. I’m flattered by the mistake.

Yes, well, where was I? Oh yes. He strode over and grabbed one of Erik’s hands in both of his. A pleasure to meet you at last, Greenwood. I’ve heard a great deal about you from mutual friends.

Then can we consider you a friend? Erik asked him.

The sailor chuckled. Of course. Captain Edward Black is a friend to all those who wish for peace on the islands. He paused and looked Erik over. You are looking for peace, aren’t you?

Peace and quiet. Could you point us in that direction? I spoke up.

Black turned his attention to me. His eyes lit up and he grasped one of my hands in both of his. My, my. A pleasure to meet such a beauty. He leaned down and pecked a kiss on the back of my hand. You must be the mate of Greenwood. Your eyes speak to me of a burning fire like a strong drink.

I hope you like strong drinks, I quipped.

He chuckled. "Indeed I do, miss, and I wish I had one strong enough to wait out the