Love Hunters

By Serge de Moliere

Shape shifters Chiara and Aros are lovers and soul mates. Aros is a powerful werewolf while Chiara is a beautiful and potent were-lynx. Mid-Winter has come and the two lovers, together in the forest, are distracted when rapacious men surround them in a trap. Spurred into sudden fury, Aros flees—only to realize his lover has not escaped with him. Worse, in the aftermath of rage, Aros succumbs to an irresistible instinct for winter hibernation.

Yet even in his slumber, Aros is aroused by thoughts of Chiara. Fighting against instinct, he shakes off his winter sleep and, catching the fresh scent of her, begins a relentless hunt for his beloved.

A human named Gero discovers the naked, unconscious body of the beautiful Chiara and soon takes her to his cabin in the woods. After losing his father to a werewolf, he is hell bent on seeking vengeance, and will do anything to rid the world of all shape shifters. He doesn’t realize what Chiara is as word reaches him of a werewolf on the prowl...

Will Aros and Chiara be reunited? Or will Gero forever separate them in his blind quest for revenge?

Love Hunters is a 11,500-word novella.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deep Desires Press
• Release date: Feb 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370406678

Serge de Moliere

Author Serge de Moliere lives and writes in New York City where he draws on the incredible diversity of this great Metropolis. His stories and characters are inspired by the colors, sensations, turbulence and passion of the urban landscape. They include flash fiction as well as novellas and range from contemporary tales to erotic or sci fi and romantic fantasy. Characters express the ethnic blend of urban America. Camera shy, Serge dives into the urban milieu as if swimming underwater as he snares the strands of a new story, weaving into the final fabric an assortment of threads, some real, some apocryphal, some human, some less so. He also indulges in mixed metaphors. Follow Serge on Twitter (@Serge_deMoliere) and on Facebook (https://it-it.facebook.com/people/Serge-de-Moliere/100009567217654) On occasion, Serge surfaces for an interview: check out the following links: https://brookcottagebooks.blogspot.com/2015/09/author-interview-serge-de-moliere.html?m=0 http://fictionconvictionbookblog.blogspot.com/2015/11/interview-with-serge-de-moliere.html https://www.blogarama.com/blogging-blogs/271810-marie-lavenders-writing-modern-age-blog/21567778-interview-author-serge-moliere

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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Love Hunters

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

Epilogue

About Serge de Moliere

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Copyright © 2018 by Serge de Moliere

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Chapter One

Aros loped across a sun-warm meadow, his sinuous, furry body enjoying the exertion as Chiara ran effortlessly at his side. They had been running for miles, enjoying the sheer physicality, the nearness of each other’s bodies, the heat of the day a welcoming sensation.

Running is such fun, Chiara grunted, the English syllables distorted by her lynx throat.

Your grace astonishes me, my love. You are the queen of all were-females, at least as far as I am concerned.

Queen? I like that. I am the Queen of the Jungle. She purred, licking her chops with a long, slinky tongue. And you, my sweet darling Aros, are the King of the Wolves and guardian of my heart. You’re not too bad looking as a human either.

Ah, my love, you are so sweet I could eat you whole.

Not if I eat you first. Chiara’s eyes glowed as she accelerated, reaching the crest of the hill. She waited as Aros lumbered behind her.

It’s lovely here. They stood on dry, mossy grass dotted with giant dandelions. The hill overlooked clear blue lake. Perhaps a swim later, hmm, my sweet wolf?

Aros growled. He didn’t especially like dunking his body in water. It took too long to dry off. Still he wanted to please Chiara. As you wish, my love.

Shortly, Chiara shifted effortlessly into human form. Her naked body gleamed golden and sinuous, the muscles rippling erotically under her smooth, honey-colored skin.

You are stunning, my sweet. Your human nudity is even more erotic than your lithe, graceful lynx form.

Abruptly, he was hard. The erection slithered out, damp and sticky from its fleshy sheath. Baring sharp teeth, he snarled.

I see you’re already hot. Well, I’m ready too and I want to make love. Chiara whispered this, swaying her hips and thrusting her soft yellow bush tauntingly. Her breasts wiggled near Aros’ large, furry head. His pointed ears flattened. With a growl he shoved his snout against her chest, burrowing into the valley between the mounds of her tits.

You’re such a tease. Patting his muzzle with a slender hand, she danced away.

Aros’ snout puckered and his nostrils gaped wide. Snorting, he inhaled deeply. His blood boiled in his massive loins and a howl blew loud and lustily from his mouth. Instantly, he shifted too, turning into his large, muscular, and still hairy human male figure.

Now that’s more like it. Chiara giggled. Placing both palms flat against Aros’ broad, hairy human chest, she kissed it, letting