Nightstar Werewolves

By Matt A Jones

Get ready to howl at the moon and feel your heart race with the exciting new romance novel, "Nightstar Werewolves." Join Jakie as she navigates the challenges of being a werewolf in a world that doesn't always accept her for who she is. When she meets the fierce and dashing Abel at an African American werewolf camp, she can't help but feel drawn to him, despite his intimidating demeanor. As they work together to create a community where werewolves can thrive, sparks fly and passions ignite. But with TJ, their leader, keeping a watchful eye on their every move, can their love survive the scrutiny? "Nightstar Werewolves" is a steamy and thrilling tale of love and acceptance, sure to leave you howling for more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Akachi Ent
• Release date: Mar 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215320570

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NIGHTSTAR WEREWOLVES

Matt A Jones

Copyright © 2023 by Matt A Jones All Rights Reserved.

This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the

publisher except for the use of brief quotations in the book review.

Printed in the United States of America.

First Printing 2023.

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

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CHAPTER ONE

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t was chilly, I could feel the wind on my skin as the last star faded in the sky. I wrapped my hands around my body, not from the cold, just a reflex action. I didn’t need it but the action seemed more human somewhat. At least to me. I sat and stared at the sky, a million thoughts flying through my head. It was hard to be different, too hard on most days. It was choking too, especially when everyone else saw things differently. That when I met him, on one of the nights where my thoughts went ahead of me, and turned into something else. Abel was his name, and he was fiercer than most people could imagine. We were in an African American werewolf camp, where various packs came together for the betterment of the werewolf community. Sometimes, it was posturing but I wasn’t perturbed, it made me realize my visions in small scale. Being a werewolf of around 5’7 inches, some would call me a pipsqueak due to how most of the werewolves grow like reeds. I loved my hair though, the sheer fullness of it, the thickness. It was the first thing most people seemed to notice about me. My skin was dark brown, and it complimented me. But then, who was I to say?

I’ve always loved the idea of a community, a place where werewolves could be one, without fear of reproach. It always seemed like a place for me, and even though some people thought my dream was a far-fetched one, I didn’t mind one bit. They didn’t understand me, so it was normal for them to criticize. Abel was… fiery. With his hair in locs, he was quite the dashing figure. When I first met him, he bared his fangs at me, staring at our leader, TJ. TJ was a visionary, he looked strangely suspicious of him. 

Do you buy into anything he says? I don’t trust it. Abel said out loud, which surprised me. That was the first time I was meeting him, a dark skinned boy with eyes that stared into a person’s soul. He wasn’t looking at me per se, he was looking through me. I was there but yet I wasn’t. The blackness of his hair seemed to bring out his eyes, accentuating the intensity to an alarming degree. I couldn’t look away from such a fine specimen before me.

What don’t you trust? I’m Jackie by the way, I said, introducing myself to the intense boy who was staring daggers at TJ. TJ was our