Lunar Love Lites

By Linda Mooney

12 Vignettes for Every Full Moon of the Year

Stories included are:

January, the Wolf Moon – A couple searches for food to help them survive the cold.

February, the Snow Moon – A woman encounters a man she's only seen active at night.

March, the Worm Moon – In a post-apocalyptic world, what's left of mankind has to scrounge for every bite in order to survive.

April, the Pink Moon – After the end of the world, a couple brave one last trip above ground before their deaths.

May, the Flower Moon – Two space travelers return to Old Earth, their ancestral planet.

June, the Strawberry Moon – A former military man suffering PTSD finds a way to let his wife know how much he loves her.

July, the Thunder Moon – A carousel invites her to a midnight ride, just as she invites her vampiric lover to join her.

August, the Sturgeon Moon – The captain of a celestial ship and a crewmember ponder the idea of visiting Old Earth.

September, the Harvest Moon – A sorcerer and sorceress brave the mosquitoes as they try to enjoy the night while sitting out in their back yard.

October, the Hunter's Moon – Two deer shifters try to avoid the hunters who've arrived at their cabin.

November, the Beaver Moon – A couple risk entering a forbidden part of the devastated city to search for banned contraband.

December, the Long Night's Moon – A weary couple near the end of their journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linda Mooney
• Release date: Dec 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215880043

Linda Mooney

Linda loves to write sensuously erotic romance with a fantasy, paranormal, or science fiction flair. Her technique is often described as being as visual as a motion picture or graphic novel. A wife, mother, grandmother, and retired Kindergarten and music teacher, she lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf coast where she delves into other worlds filled with daring exploits, adventure, and intense love. She has numerous best sellers, including 10 consecutive #1s. In 2009, she was named Whiskey Creek Press Torrid's Author of the Year, and her book My Strength, My Power, My Love was named the 2009 WCPT Book of the Year. In 2011, her book Lord of Thunder was named the Epic Ebook "Eppie" Award Winner for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Romance. In addition, she write naughty erotic romances under the name of Carolyn Gregg, and horror under the pseudonym of Gail Smith. For more information about Linda Mooney books and titles, and to sign up for her newsletter, please visit her website. http://www.LindaMooney.com

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Lunar Love Lites

Lunar Love Lites

12 VIGNETTES FOR EVERY FULL MOON OF THE YEAR

LINDA MOONEY

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LUNAR LOVE LITES

12 Vignettes for Every Full Moon of the Year

Copyright © 2022 by Linda Mooney

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Editor: Chelly Peeler

Cover Art: Linda Mooney

Contents

January, the Wolf Moon

February, the Snow Moon

March, the Worm Moon

April, the Pink Moon

May, the Flower Moon

June, the Strawberry Moon

July, the Thunder Moon

August, the Sturgeon Moon

September, the Harvest Moon

October, the Hunter’s Moon

November, the Beaver Moon

December, the Long Night’s Moon

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January, the Wolf Moon

"I heard some people say it’s called a Wolf Moon, Arlene told him. She looked up at the bright, almost too shiny orb hanging in the night sky. I guess that means it’s meant for wolves."

I heard that, too, but it’s all hogwash, Derris grumbled. Hurry up before someone sees us!

She stepped gingerly through the frosty grass. Sometimes it crunched under her feet. She whimpered as a shard of ice pierced the thin soles of her shoes and stabbed her toes. She stopped to pull it out.

Are you all right? He came back to check on her.

The grass hurts, she admitted. And I’m cold. When can we change?

Not until we’ve had our fill. You know that, he gently admonished her.

It’s been so long since we’ve—

Shhh. We’re almost there.

How much farther do we have to go?

Not far. I promise. Lifting her face, he noticed the frozen tears glistening on her cheeks. He gently brushed them away before kissing her. His lips were amazingly warm, considering the weather. Come on.

They continued to make their way through the field, avoiding the road or the cement walkway. She remembered the one time she tried to walk on them instead of the dead grass. She’d fallen and nearly hurt herself badly on the invisible layer of ice covering the street. And more than once they’d witnessed vehicles slipping and crashing into each other, the light poles, signs, and sometimes into people when the idiots tried to drive on the slickness.

Why do you think it’s called a Wolf Moon? she asked. Hopefully their conversation would take her mind off of how miserable she felt. She blew on her fingers, but she was barely able to feel her warm breath on them.

Something to do with the Indians. I think they noticed wolves gathering to howl at it.

Maybe they howled because they were cold. Her teeth were starting to chatter. Shoving her hands under her armpits, Arlene struggled to follow her mate as the wind picked up. Think it’s going to snow tonight?

She saw him check the sky. I doubt it. There’s no clouds. Without any clouds to hold in the heat, it’s going to get colder. Come on, honey. He looped an arm through hers as they continued. It’s just ahead. I can see the place now.

Are you sure there’ll be something there to eat? It was becoming difficult to talk. Her lips were numb, and she’d lost all feeling in her feet.

Yes. They’ll have something to eat. They always do, Derris promised. His words were slightly slurred, which told her that he was also succumbing to the freezing temperature.

And after we eat, we’ll be able to—

Yes, sweetheart.

The world was lit with a bright milky-gray glow from the full moon. With snow covering almost everything until nothing remained distinctive under its blanket, it was impossible for her to tell one lump from another.

However, one massive structure loomed ahead. Arlene gave another little whimper, this time of relief. Derris led her straight to the rear of the building where the trash cans were located. Grabbing the lid of the first one, he threw it open and leaned over to take