New Release: Blue Moon by Lisa Kessler

Blue Moon

By Lisa Kessler

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Blurb:

She’s his muse, his mate, and she’s completely off-limits.  He’s a jerk, a recluse, and her newest assignment.

Until he broke her heart, Vivianna Lopez loved Logan Reynolds.

Five years later, she’s an aspiring music journalist and he’s the camera-shy lead singer of Logan and the Howlers.

Armed with a backstage pass, Vivi’s back in her hometown of Reno, nestled in the shadows of the Sierra Nevada mountains. She must score an interview with Logan to land her dream job – otherwise it’s back to Boston, with no scoop and no job. It’s just business–at least that’s what she keeps telling herself.

Logan still loves Vivi, his soul mate, but there’s something even she doesn’t know about him: He turns into a werewolf every full moon and a secret organization is hunting down his Pack.

Vivi may not have Logan’s senses, but she can sniff out that he’s hiding something. He knows it’s only a matter of time before the truth about him – and his Pack – is revealed.

And then he really will lose her.

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Interview with Lisa:

What draws you to write paranormal romance?

I actually started out in publishing with horror short stories. I love that edge of your seat suspense with lives hanging in the balance. Paranormal romance also lets me add in sexiness and a happily ever after so I feel like I get the best of all worlds!

Give us a quick summary of the Moon Series.

The Moon Series centers around a werewolf pack in Reno, Nevada as they face down the Nero Organization. Nero is focused on genetically altering shifters to create the world’s deadliest assassins for hire. I like to think the series blends the action and suspense of urban fantasy with the sexy heat of paranormal romance.

What do you like most about your heroine, Vivianna Lopez?

Oh I love her spirit! Even though her attraction to Logan was still there, she wasn’t quick to forgive and forget. She demanded answers and wouldn’t accept anything less. There were lots of times while writing the book that I wanted to give her a high five for being so brave and honest with her feelings.

What’s next for you?

Next up I’m starting a new series, The Muse Chronicles! Book 1, Lure of Obsession will be out August 1st. I can’t wait for everyone to meet the Muses and their Guardians. So fun!

Excerpt from Blue Moon:

“Night, Logan.” Zane grabbed his guitar case. “Good show, and happy birthday.”

“Thanks, man.” I dried the sweat from the back of my neck and tossed the towel in my bag.

Stryker was still dismantling his drum set. We could afford roadies to do it now, but he got territorial when it came to his drums.

“Later Stryker.”

He looked up, flipping his mop of hair out of his face. “Later. Have a birthday beer for me.”

“Will do.”

My bandmates had grown accustomed to me being on my own. It was tough to keep secrets from people you care about, so I kept my distance.

I hit the exit, and her scent assaulted me. Luke sat on the bumper of my pickup with Anna standing beside him. Their conversation halted as I came closer. As impossible as it seemed, she was sexier than I remembered, her curves more pronounced in her tight black dress.

Something inside me came unglued. The wolf howled, filling the empty space in my chest where my heart should have been.

Luke hopped off the bumper. He kept his dark hair shorter than I did, and working outside on the horse ranch made his skin a little more tan than mine. But he wasn’t wearing his faded ranch clothes now. He looked sharp in his black denim and white T-shirt, trying to impress a ghost from my past.

My eyes narrowed on my brother. “I didn’t know we were bringing dates.”

He frowned, draping his arm around her shoulder. “Oh, come on. Vivi’s like family. Did you know she’s staying up in Lake Tahoe right now?”

No, I didn’t know. She haunted every dream, every quiet moment. Her face fueled my muse.

And if he didn’t stop touching her, I’d go out of my fucking mind.

“Hey Logan.”

Her voice was deep, rich and smooth like melted chocolate. She had dark eyes that used to see all the way into my soul. Could she see how empty I was inside now?

I swallowed the lump in my throat and did my best to sound flippant. “I didn’t know you were a fan of the Howlers, Anna.”

“You don’t get to call me that anymore.” Her brown eyes flashed. She shook her head and took a step back. “It’s Vivi or Vivianna.”

Not to me.

Her heart was pounding. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to hurt her.

Too fucking bad.

She brushed her hair over her shoulder. “And I’m not a fan. I was here for work.”

I needed to touch her. Clenching my fists, I fought the desire. I’d never be strong enough to walk away again. She needed to leave me. Now.

“Were you selling merch?”

Her brow furrowed, her jaw dropping a little. “Seriously?” She shook her head. “Thanks for reminding me what an asshole you are.”

“Good to see you, too. I’m going to get a beer.” I pinned my brother with a stare. “I’ll meet you at Lou’s.”

Without waiting for an answer, I put my guitar in the cab. I should’ve gotten in and driven away, but I turned back one last time.

Anna grabbed Luke’s hand. My brother turned toward her, and bitterness burned my stomach. Maybe they were on a damn date. The light from the streetlamp glistened on her long black hair, teasing me. Every angle of her face tempted me. I hadn’t spoken to her in just over five years, but my hunger for her hadn’t faded. Far from it.

“Happy Birthday, Logan.” My name sounded cold on her lips, like a dagger in my chest.

What could I say? I broke her heart, but I’d do it all over again if it meant her dreams would come true. Our futures were always headed in opposite directions. I made the right choice.

It took every ounce of my will to get in my truck. I slammed the door and drove away. Longest damned drive to Lou’s in my life.

The dive bar was dimly lit, with a pool table in the far corner. The juke box blared “Hotel California” while I nursed my second whiskey, neat. I sat on a stool in the shadows at the end of the counter. The last thing I was in the mood for was some drunk chick to recognize me. A few years ago, I tried to drown my sorrows in fast women and band groupies, but nothing filled the void Anna left behind.

No amount of no-strings-attached sex was ever going to hold a candle to making love to her. Ever.

My brother finally walked through the door. I held my breath, but it didn’t open again. Anna wasn’t with him. The only trace of her was her scent on his fucking shirt.

“Hey, Logan.” We clasped forearms, the traditional Pack greeting. “Happy Birthday.”

“Yeah. You, too.”

He glanced at my glass. “Moved on from birthday beer, huh?” He took the stool next to me. “What the hell happened back there with Vivi? I thought you’d be happy to see her.”

I growled, downing the last of my whiskey. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He ordered a beer then turned my way. “She’s been staying up at Lake Tahoe with a college friend. I ran into her a couple weeks ago. She’s never seen you in concert…” He shrugged. “I thought it would be fun.”

Maybe it was her scent on his shirt, or the way she held his hand as I drove away, but I caught his wrist before I realized what I was doing. My grip tightened like a vise. “You can have any woman in the world. Not. Her.”

My final words were more animal than man. Luke’s eyes widened, and I let go of him, dragging a shaky hand back through my hair. My wolf was dangerously close to the surface, and the full moon was still two weeks away.

“First, we’re just friends, and second, I hate to break it to you, but you don’t get to call the shots here.” Luke leaned in close. “You dumped her and never even told her why. She waited for you in her prom dress. You humiliated her.”

“I was there. I remember.”

He groaned. “She hates you.”

“She should.” My voice cracked as I signaled for another drink. Anything to kill the ache inside.

“Okay, then why threaten me about seeing her?”

I met his eyes, staring at my mirror image. “Because she’s my mate.”

His jaw slackened for a second as my words sank in. I wasn’t sure how I expected him to react, but shoving me back into the bar wasn’t it.

“You selfish prick.” He shook his head and lowered his voice. “How could you not tell me?”

“What was I going to say?” I took a swallow of my drink. “Anna is my mate, but we’re too young? It’s complicated?”

“It could have been that simple.” He shook his head. “But you didn’t trust me to understand.” He slammed his hand on the bar. “Our whole Pack blew off the stories of one mate for life. You knew it was true all this time, and you never said anything.”

“You don’t understand.”

“So help me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it was none of your damned business.” I pushed the glass away. It wasn’t helping anyway. “It was between me and Anna.”

“And five years later, she’s still clueless. You never told her, either.”

I dug inside the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a few bills. Slapping them on the bar, I glared at my brother. “I’m not doing this here.”

He caught my arm. “Logan.”

I sighed and met his eyes. “Yeah.”

“If she’s your mate, then she’s the only one for you.” A crease formed on his brow as he lowered his voice. “You’re choosing to be alone…forever?”

My gut twisted. “I loved her. I still do. So I’m walking away.” I yanked free from his grasp. “Just do me a favor and stay out of it. And stay away from her. The sooner she gets out of town, the better.”

He glanced at his boots, shaking his head. “Good luck with that.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s got a chance for a staff job at Rolling Stone. Her dream job.” The bartender set Luke’s beer on the bar. He took a swig and tried not to smile. “That’s why she came west to stay with her friend. She’s here to be the first to get an interview with reclusive indie rocker, Logan Reynolds, from Logan and the Howlers.”

Aw fuck.

Author Bio:

Lisa Kessler is an award winning author of dark paranormal fiction. Her debut novel, Night Walker, won a San Diego Book Award for Best Published Fantasy-Sci-fi-Horror as well as the Romance Through the Ages Award for Best Paranormal and Best First Book.

Her short stories have been published in print anthologies and magazines, and her vampire story, Immortal Beloved, was a finalist for a Bram Stoker award.

When she’s not writing, Lisa is a professional vocalist, performing with the San Diego Opera as well as other musical theater companies in San Diego.

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