Moon Chosen #1 (Werewolf Shifter Romance)

By Mac Flynn

Twelve kidnapped young women, a lonely island, and a hauntingly sensual curse.

A young woman named Sophie finds herself among the twelve kidnapped from their homes and taken to Wolf Island. There they are forced to participate in the Choosing, an ancient ritual that binds them to a man who is more than he seems. She refuses to submit to their demands and plots only to escape, but she finds herself entranced by the man to whom she is bound. His alluring eyes catch her like a moth to a flame, and she finds herself falling into a world of dark desires and feral lust.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9788826464596

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 #1

MOON CHOSEN #1

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

Sneak Peek: Moon Chosen #2

A Small Favor

When’s the Next Book?

Series by Mac Flynn

About Mac Flynn

COPYRIGHT

Moon Chosen #1 (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

I awoke to a place that was dark, filthy, and crowded.

My confused, fuzzy mind tried to comprehend what was the matter. This wasn’t my small, dank apartment in my rough neighborhood, nor was it the large department store in which I worked. No, this was somewhere else, somewhere horrible and frightening.

I tried to sit up, but I grew lightheaded and swayed. My shoulder knocked into the leg of another person.

Watch it! a woman’s voice hissed.

She didn’t mean to, another voice spoke up. Again, it was a woman who spoke.

I forced my eyes open and beheld a dark, cramped holding car much like a boxcar, but half the size. There were slats near the top to allow for ventilation and some light from the dark night sky beyond the little prison. Benches sat two feet off the dirty floor and were on three sides of the rectangular space. The fourth side, one of the ones that comprised the short end of the car, appeared to be made of two metal doors that swung outward. I lay on the dirty ground at the far end opposite the doors and in front of one of the benches.

On the benches and the floor sat a dozen women counting myself. In the dim light I glimpsed their wide, frightened eyes. Their ages ranged from the mid teens to early thirties, and their clothes were as different as their ages. Some wore jeans and shirts, others were clothed in dress pants and blouses. Some wore glasses, and others didn’t. A few were beautiful, some were plain like me, but none were what I’d called unattractive.

I tried to shift my legs, but there came a metallic scraping sound and something arrested my movements. I glanced down at my ankles and saw I was shackled. My wrists were likewise attached to one another, but at least they were locked in front of me. I ground my teeth together and shook the wooziness out of my head.

Where. . .where am I? I asked the women.

Hell, a nearby woman quipped. I recognized her voice as the one I’d angered. She had long, dark brown hair and narrow, dark eyes.

You’re not making things better for any of us saying that, Carey, a woman near her scolded her. That was the second woman I’d heard earlier.

Why should I care about everyone else? I don’t know any of you. All we’ve done is give our first names, Carey snapped.

I tried to stand, but the holding car suddenly jumped as though it hit a bump. I tipped over and fell into the arms of the friendly woman. Easy there. The stuff they gave you is just wearing off, she told me.

‘Stuff?’ I repeated.

The woman smiled. You’re really out of it, aren’t you? Do you remember your first name?

What does it matter? They’re probably taking us somewhere where they can kill us all, Carey argued.

The woman who held me glared at Carey. It matters to put names with faces just in case we need to help each other. She returned her attention to me and squeezed me between herself and a young girl of sixteen. I’m Briana, but you can call me Bree. What’s yours?

I clutched my aching head in my hand and scrunched my eyes shut. Sophia, but where are we? I persisted.

Bree shrugged. "In this boxcar driving somewhere. It’s been like that for a few hours. Ever