Thursday, June 5, 2014

'Moonlight Kin: Nic' by Jordan Summers


Werewolf Nic La Croix has been nursing a bruised heart ever since he fell for his Alpha’s mate. The last thing he wants is to play white knight for a human female who has no business being in a shifter bar.

Mindy MacDougal has spent most of her life being her big sister’s keeper. Just once she’d like to do something for herself. When a night on the town takes a deadly turn, an unlikely hero comes to her rescue. One kiss is all it takes to draw her into Nic’s dark world. What will Mindy do when she finds out that the monster isn’t under her bed, he’s in it?

(Moonlight Kin 1: A Wolf’s Tale, Moonlight Kin 2: Aidan’s Mate)

***This book is NOT intended for young readers. It contains adult content.***

Read an excerpt:

Nic couldn’t tear his gaze away from the woman in red as she swayed provocatively on the dance floor. That vintage dress she wore accentuated her voluptuous curves and fair skin, making her appear luminous in the low lighting. Her fluid movements hinted at the passion she kept buttoned up behind that high collar.
She looked young—innocent, but he’d never been good at guessing anyone’s true age. The woman rolled her hips and ran her hands over her body.
Drool formed in his mouth. Nic had to swallow hard to keep from embarrassing himself. Every muscle in his body tightened and his skin burned. He reminded himself again that this woman was human and not one of the Kin.
Nic watched her dance until the song ended. He was awash with disappointment when she slowly strolled back to the bar, back to the pups who’d been nipping at her cute kitten heels.
* * * * *
Mindy made her way back to the bar and ordered a wine spritzer.
“Nice dance,” the striking bartender said, then grinned.
“Thanks,” she said, but Mindy hadn’t danced for him or anyone else. That dance had been for her.
The bartender quickly made her drink, then placed the cocktail in front of her. “If you need anything else, just ask for Lucien,” he said.
She smiled and gave him a quick nod.
A moment later, Lucien added five more drinks to go with the first.
“I didn’t order these,” she said.
He looked at her, his green eyes mesmerizing. “I know, jolie femme. They did.” Lucien indicated to the men behind her.
"Oh." Mindy reached into her purse for her money.
Lucien stopped her with a light touch to her hand. “It’s already covered.”
A growl came from the end of the bar. Mindy turned to see who’d made the odd noise, and so did everyone else at the bar. The sandy-haired man she’d been attracted to earlier was staring at the bartender’s hand with a mutinous expression on his face.
“Well now, that is interesting,” the bartender said, slowly removing his hand from hers.
“Did he just growl?” Mindy asked. She couldn’t have heard him correctly. People didn’t growl.
The bartender blinked. It was the only indication she got that let her know that she’d surprised him with the question.
“I mean no offense when I say this,” Lucien said. “But I think perhaps you’re in the wrong establishment.”
Mindy thought the same thing, but stubbornness kept her rooted in place. Isabel wasn’t the only one in her family capable of having a good time. She was determined to prove to her sister, to Celina, and to herself that some part of the “real” Mindy still existed. All she needed was the chance.
“I wish people would stop saying that,” she murmured.
Why did everyone think they knew what was best for me? She wasn’t a child. She was twenty-five years old.
With a grim expression on his lovely face, he gave her a slight bow. “As you wish.”
* * * * *
Nic watched the woman order a drink. Sparks flew as she and Lucien spoke. The attraction between them was undeniable. Almost as strong as what they’d experienced before he discovered what she was. Lucien touched her lightly. Nic's wolf grumbled before he could stop it.
Everyone turned to look at him with shocked expressions on their faces. Everyone but Lucien. His best friend was having a hard time keeping a straight face.
Lucien said something to the woman, then walked to the end of the bar where Nic stood. “It’s nice to know that there’s still some life in you, mon ami. I was beginning to wonder.” Speculation replaced some of his amusement.
“Funny,” Nic said. “What can you tell me about her?”
Why had he asked? He didn’t want to know her, didn’t want anything to do with her. He wasn’t looking to hook up with a human, even one as delectable as her.
Lucien cocked his hip against the bar. “Not much,” he said. “Just that she doesn’t belong here.”
* * * * *

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About the author:

Jordan Summers is the author of 31 published books and has sold over 125,000 ebooks. She is a member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, The Horror Writer’s Association, Novelist Inc., Author’s Guild, and International Thriller Writers. You can find out more about her work at




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