Captured Moon: Lunar Mates, #7

By Loribelle Hunt

When her marriage ended, Abby Hart retreated to lick her wounds and rebuild her life. She's found satisfaction and some success writing, and she's happy. Mostly. Who wouldn't welcome a little R&R?

Many of her books revolve around two men modeled after real life werewolf twins Rule and Lawe Sanders. When two of her friends talk her into participating in a local date auction, fantasy and reality begin to mix. Rest and relaxation never felt so good, but is reality more than she bargained for?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Loribelle Hunt
• Release date: Mar 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386007067

Loribelle Hunt

Loribelle is like the South she calls home. Hot and sultry. Languid and sexy. Magnolias and gardenias scent her silk lined boudoir, and men and children alike bow to her magnificence... Okay, maybe it isn’t quite that glamorous. She does have two smart and lovely daughters who give her a run for her money and a son that will one day be someone’s model of a romance hero. (She promises.) Her husband is a real life hero, and Loribelle just tries to keep up with the demands of military life. In between, she writes a book or two. She’s had every job under the sun, but haven’t most writers? That Army military police, bookstore manager, waitress, wedding photographer, website designer experience has to come in useful sometimes. As they say in the South, it all washes out in the end. She loves hearing from her readers and can be found at http://www.loribellehunt.com.

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Captured Moon

Copyright © 2017 Loribelle Hunt

First E-book Published: March 2017

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, organizations, events, or locations is coincidental.

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Author's Note

Welcome to Lunar Mates! The Lunar Mates series began in 2006 and to celebrate its ten year anniversary each book is being revised and updated. Over the next few months I will be releasing new editions of the other books in the series. Next up is Hunter’s Moon in April 2017. If you'd like to be notified of new releases please join my mailing list or my Facebook Reader Group for updates.

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Abby tugged on the short hem of the red dress. This was such a stupid idea. She didn’t have a clue how Marilyn and Maggie talked her into it. Wait. Yes, she did. She was a pushover, that’s how. If the money went anywhere other than the werewolf widows and orphans fund, she would have found a way to refuse. But how could she, who’d experienced that loss as an adult, turn away from the kids? Then again, she was getting ready to walk half-naked across a stage and go on a date with the highest bidder. There had to be a better way to raise money.

Charity auction, her ass. More like an excuse to get the single regulars half-naked and on display. All right, so maybe it wasn’t quite that bad. All her important parts were covered. Sort of. The borrowed dress was skintight, designed more for Maggie’s sleeker, medium frame than Abby’s short, curvy one. It barely covered her butt, and she was in serious danger of falling out of the push-up, low-cut bodice. Despite the fact it covered more skin than her bathing suit, the dress felt indecent, self-indulgent. Sexy as hell, and she didn’t do sexy.

Just to make things more interesting, the emcee’s voice carried through the thin wall separating the bar’s stage and dressing room, the ladies in tonight’s auction will be anonymous!

The crowd roared.

Anonymous? Just freaking great. Oh wait, that was a good thing, wasn’t it? Less embarrassing if something did actually pop out of the dress.

Oh, fun, she muttered sarcastically as a waitress walked down the line of women handing out masks. Abby held her hand out for hers and received a red mask with glitter around the eyes and cheeks and red horns sticking up from the top. She guessed it was a devil mask left over from the Mardi Gras party. Didn’t things just keep getting better? She glared at her friends. Marilyn’s laugh turned into a muffled snort and somehow, Maggie maintained a totally innocent expression. Abby didn’t buy it for a minute.

If it sounds like so much fun, why am I doing this and not you? she grumbled.

Because honey, you’re the one living like a nun. And with all these hot, single werewolves around, too.

Maggie tsked and Abby rolled her eyes. She’d learned one thing married to a werepanther. Shifter sex was overrated. With a stern look, Maggie took the mask, stretched the elastic band around Abby’s head, and slid it in place. Maggie grinned. Perfect.

Shall we get started, gentlemen? The emcee spoke to the crowd out front. We have ten ladies tonight who volunteered for our yearly charity drive. Same rules as last year. The winner gets one date. Where you go from there is up to you.

The crowd laughed, while Abby groaned. Bill needed a new shtick. Most of them had been coming to the Half Moon for years. Hell, Abby had practically grown up here since Marilyn and Maggie’s family owned the place. Every year, at the summer solstice, the bar held this auction for charity, alternating sexes each year. Just her luck this was the women’s year. And Bill the emcee-slash-bartender used the same line every freaking year. It grated on her already shredded nerves, and she took a deep breath, digging her fingernails into her palms.

The auction started. At the end of the line, she settled in for a long wait, turning to talk with her friends. Work had been the week from hell, and other than a few minutes here and there, she hadn’t spoken to either of them in days. They were both gone, no doubt to get front row center seats for her upcoming humiliation.

The women in line in front of her tittered excitedly as the bidding outside went up. Eventually, it ended at two hundred dollars. Abby’s eyebrows rose and butterflies took flight in her stomach. That was much higher than usual. The next woman walked out and the line slithered forward.

She tuned out the bidding, instead concentrating on how to get Marilyn and Maggie back for putting her up to this. The sisters had been her best friends for years. God knew, they had a good enough excuse. They’d been part of the auction before. Abby was the only one of the three who’d never participated in the solstice auction before. Being married had been a great excuse not to. But now, approaching the first anniversary of her divorce, they’d insisted it was her turn.

She hoped Alex and his new wife, Tina, weren’t out there. The woman was so sweet she made Abby’s teeth ache, and she just knew Tina had to be overcompensating for the situation. She wondered if Alex’s philandering werepanther ways had been curtailed by this new wife, who he’d insisted so apologetically was his true mate, or if he was up to his usual antics. She shook the curiosity off. He wasn’t her problem anymore.

Sighing, she turned her attention back to a less rancorous subject. Maggie and Marilyn. They were her friends and they were worried about her. She got that, sure. But to put herself on display? It was so unlike her. They didn’t buy her insistence that she was over The Jerk because she didn’t date much. Why bother when there were only two men who revved her motor? And even if they were interested—which they weren’t—they were off-limits, right? One did not date one’s best friends’ brother. Brothers. Twins. Werewolves, of course.

God, she couldn’t believe her own libido. A familiar awareness coursed through her just thinking about them. Rule and Lawe made her want wicked, dirty sex. Things she’d never wanted with any man, much less two. It seemed so taboo, forbidden, especially considering she’d thought of them as brothers for the first half of her life and pretended for the last half.

There were other considerations, though. Deep fears. Good reasons not to explore the passion she was sure could ignite between the three of them. That kind of thing tended to lead to mate bonds and the last thing she wanted was to be mated to a Panhandle werewolf. Or two. She pushed those worries from her mind. It wasn’t like they’d shown that kind of interest.

She focused on the open doorway leading to the stage. The waitress at the entrance was hissing at her. Time to go on. She wondered how she was supposed to stroll across the stage without literally showing her ass. After walking out, it took her a moment to get her bearings. She’d never seen the bar from this angle.

A yummy morsel, don’t you think, gentlemen? Bill asked the crowd. And I have to say, she’s just as lovely under the mask. Now, where should we start the bidding? Fifty? Do I have any takers?

She shot him a horrified look. Was he crazy? No one was going to pay fifty