Moon Over Atlanta

By Kymber Morgan

Author, SARA GARDENER, orphaned at a young age, knows nothing of her lost heritage: that of the Wulverkynn, a rare breed of female able to mate with a Wulver male and his only hope of salvation.

The film industry’s ‘wolf whisperer’, RYAN SHERIDAN, is only weeks from turning full werewolf and becoming a mindless killer. His only option is to enter into an eternal mating bond neither party wants before moon rise on his thirtieth birthday, or his own family will be forced to put him down.

At the Romantic Times Convention in Atlanta, loneliness and desperation lead to one night of passion that shakes the foundations of both their worlds. Suddenly Sara finds herself in the cross hairs of a secret society bent on Wulver-kind annihilation, while Ryan struggles to keep her safe, both from his people’s ultimate threat and his overwhelming instinct to claim her as his own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kymber Morgan
• Release date: Apr 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370566914

Kymber Morgan

Kymber Morgan lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains and grew up with her own link to mythology through a family legend. Kymber writes paranormal romance and loves nothing better than taking her imagination out for a spin often asking, among other things, what if the myths and legends we grew up on were real? Come join the fun by visiting her web-site, follow her on twitter or check out her author page on Facebook, because you just never know who else may be dropping by.

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Welcome to the Magnolias and Moonshine series, where you’ll fall in love with the South.

Twenty New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon bestselling authors joined together to bring you a taste of Southern charm in this brand-new Magnolias & Moonshine series.

There is something for everyone with these ten sweet and ten sizzle contemporary romance novellas. You’ll enjoy stories with cowboys, weddings, county fairs, lovers reunited, and much more.

Step into the world of the South and hear the cicadas, taste the mint juleps, see the stars, and smell the magnolias.

Authors in novella release order:

Ciara Knight (Sweet)

Hildie McQueen (Sizzle)

Beth Williamson (Sizzle)

Susan Hatler (Sweet)

Lindi Peterson (Sweet)

Kymber Morgan (Sizzle)

Amanda McIntyre (Sizzle)

Lucy McConnell (Sweet)

Sharon Hamilton (Sizzle)

Lisa Kessler (Sizzle)

Kirsten Osbourne (Sweet)

Susan Carlisle (Sizzle)

Tina DeSalvo (Sizzle)

Raine English (Sweet)

Amelia C. Adams (Sweet)

E. E. Burke (Sizzle)

Melinda Curtis (Sweet)

Merry Farmer (Sizzle)

Shanna Hatfield (Sweet)

Jennifer Peel (Sweet)

Moon Over Atlanta

Magnolias and Moonshine Novella V.6

by

Kymber Morgan

Published by Kymber Morgan

Smashwords 2017 Edition

Copyright 2017 Kymber Morgan

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About This Book

Author, SARA GARDENER, orphaned at a young age, knows nothing of her lost heritage: that of the Wulverkynn, a rare breed of female able to mate with a Wulver male and his only hope of salvation.

The film industry’s ‘wolf whisperer’, RYAN SHERIDAN, an Alpha-line Wulver male, is only weeks from turning full werewolf and becoming a mindless killer. His only option is to enter into an eternal mating bond neither party wants before moonrise on his thirtieth birthday, or his own family will be forced to put him down.

At the Romantic Times Convention in Atlanta, loneliness and desperation lead to one night of passion that shakes the foundations of both their worlds. Suddenly Sara finds herself in the crosshairs of a secret society bent on Wulver-kind annihilation, while Ryan struggles to keep her safe, both from his people’s ultimate threat and his overwhelming instinct to claim her as his own.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my fellow Magnolia and Moonshine authors, an amazing group of warm-hearted people who are talented beyond measure. I feel blessed to be counted among you.

Also to Kathryn Faulk and everyone involved with the annual Romantic Times Convention. Without you, I may never have found my tribe.

And finally, to my husband (the Alpha-muffin), thank you for being my biggest supporter; reading my work over and over and over again and for making sure I have food and water when I’m writing.

Contents

Series Introduction

Title Page

About This Book

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Excerpt from Georgia on My Mind, Magnolias and Moonshine Book 7

About the Author

Also Available

Magnolias and Moonshine Series Links

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

You know what your problem is? You sat on your ass too long. You need to burn off some steam.

Ryan Sheridan snorted at his traveling companion as he lifted the empty longneck in his hand and waved it in the air. What do you think I’m doing? He turned away, setting it on the counter of his RV kitchen with one hand and reached for the fridge with the other. In fact, I think I’ll have another. See. Problem solved.

Hardly, pup.

Ryan shot a warning glare at Zander before letting the insult and the innuendo behind it slide. He’d taken this final gig because Irvine Tyrone, the man who’d given Ryan his first break as a wrangler in the movie business, had specifically asked for him on this project. It had nothing to do with the noose tightening around his neck at home.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

Ryan shook off that unpleasant thought. "Don’t know what your problem is, Zander, but this works for me." He rarely indulged in one, let alone more, but damn if the cold brew didn’t taste good after four days on the road. It was also doing a bang-up job cutting through the wall of humid heat that had greeted them upon arrival earlier.

Montana born and bred, Ryan wasn’t used to temperatures this high in May. Besides, the additional booze might help him get a good night’s sleep for a change.

Zander’s growl seemed to vibrate through the patio-hauler’s frame. Fine, then quit being a cheap bastard and grab me one too.

Snagging a second one off the shelf, Ryan hip-checked the door closed with a grin. Setting the beverages down, he opened the top-hinged cupboard above the fridge, comforted by the perpetual squeak from the hydraulic hinges. Fine, but do you think you can manage not get it all over yourself and the floor this time. He grabbed a bowl and swatted the cabinet door, slamming it shut with a muted bang.

Bite me.

Ryan barked out a laugh as he came around to Zander’s side of the surprisingly large island and set the bowl down in front of his one-time mentor. No thanks. That’s your thing, old man, not mine. He twisted the top off the beer and poured it into the bowl. I’ll stick with opposable thumbs over teeth, at least until the next full moon. Then we’ll talk. He lifted his drink to his lips and took a long satisfying pull.

Zander made quick work of the bowl’s contents then lifted his face and licked the foam from his mouth, missing as much as he got, resulting in several dribbles on the floor. He stretched his muzzle into the closest thing to a grin he could manage in his current form. "Who are you calling old? You’re just jealous because I can kick your puppy ass on all but those three days of the month, and on those…we’re even."

Ryan picked the dish up and tossed a towel over Zander’s head. Yeah? We’ll see who’s laughing tomorrow, smart guy. Keep mouthing off and I’ll make you wish I’d brought Gus or Trixie instead.

Zander grumbled as he shook the towel off and went to work rubbing his face on it. Yeah right, as if you’d pick one of them over me for this one. Particularly since it’s based on one of those trashy books you think I don’t know about.

Ryan blamed the heat flushing his face on the thermometer as he yanked the towel away and wiped up the floor, before tossing the soggy mess into the sink. First, how would you know if they’re trashy; you’ve never read one. Second, I don’t give a shit what you think you know. And finally, why the hell wouldn’t I bring one of them instead of your annoying self?

Ha! First, let’s not forget the opposable thumb thing. How the hell would I hold it? And even if I could, I wouldn’t get caught dead reading that sappy crap. Second, you do so give a shit, or you wouldn’t hide them in your nightstand. And finally, because mentally linking with regular wolves like them is like herding ADD toddlers hopped up on caffeine. Doable but fucking exhausting. He shook his frame and tilted his head. "While I, being of the superior Wulver species, am not only a scintillating conversationalist, I’m also a fabulous actor and much better-looking."

Don’t forget modest. Ryan smirked as he rummaged around in the compartment under the steps leading to the sleeping area. Selecting his favorite whittling knife and a piece of balsa wood that fit nicely in the palm of his hand, he stepped outside, seeking a reprieve from the heat.

Forfeit! You left the arena. I win!

If you say so, though I’m surprised you’re happy with a cheesy default. But whatever. Ryan grinned. He could practically smell the smoke as Zander mined his brain for a comeback. Confident it would take a while, he stretched to his full height, working the highway miles out of his shoulders, and took a closer look around.

He could see why the production company’s Locations Department picked this spot. Being responsible for the site of every scene as well as places for the cast, various crews, and support teams often meant commuting between multiple sites. In this case, the freight lot they’d rented bordered their wilderness area set so alleviated that problem. All the trailers, equipment, and other structures would be close at hand, and despite being smack dab in the middle of Atlanta, Constitution Lake Park could easily be miles out in the country. At least until the Teamsters arrived later tonight, then a small mobile city, aptly named the circus, would spring up, bringing organized chaos to the serene setting.

Ryan’s fifth wheel was comprised of two separate sections, the main living area up front and a patio section in the back perfect for housing the wolves when they were traveling and on location. The rig also took up thirty-eight feet on its own, so he’d parked it in the far southeast corner, the only spot that would offer him a modicum of privacy once the circus moved in. Noise, however, was another matter, so Ryan figured he might as well take advantage of the peace while he could.

A moist, magnolia-scented breeze filled the air, and Ryan took a deep appreciative breath as he flopped down in his lawn chair. For the next several minutes, he let his fingers and blade seek out the soul hiding inside the wood. Occupying his hands helped him focus on the coming day’s work, allowing him to mentally step through each scene. Tomorrow, the mayhem of filmmaking would start, and with each minute costing the studio thousands of dollars, there would be no time to second-guess his strategy.

A rudimentary shape began to appear under Ryan’s knife as the final rays of the setting sun painted the distant treetops gold.

Irvin had insisted on Ryan’s company, Sheridan Enterprises L.L.C., for this series pilot, because he wanted the real deal opposed to CG on this project, and as the director of photography, he got what he wanted. In this case, him—the wolf whisperer. Ryan grimaced. He wasn’t going to miss that name.

Yeah, but you’ll bloody well miss the rest.

His blade dug deeper than intended and Ryan muttered a curse. Lifting the piece, he tried to figure out a way to fix the scar, and the lie he’d been telling himself developed a crack. He was running out of time. Yeah, and you can’t fix that either, can you?

Ryan dragged in a shuddering breath and flipped to the other side of that broken record. He shouldn’t have to, damn it. It wasn’t as though he didn’t care about his people or didn’t want to be a contributing member of his Clan; he did. But what was being demanded of him had been his brother Ethan’s birthright, not his. Hell, he didn’t even agree with the Council’s protectionist policies.

Ryan unclenched his fingers and flipped the piece and went at it with the knife’s tip, his hand moving faster. As far as he was concerned, his kind should find ways of integrating into the outside world instead of hiding from it in poverty.

After all, he’d found a way to make a good living hiding in plain sight, hadn’t he? And by his choice nearly all the money he made went into his Clan’s coffers, benefiting all of them. Damn it, if Ethan were still around, he wouldn’t be in this mess.

"If you were going to stay out here brooding, the least you could’ve done was open the back ramp. You know I hate