Full Moon Secrets: The Complete Collection: Full Moon Secrets, #6

The complete collection of the Full Moon Secrets series!

Cindy is a young, fresh reporter, fighting every day to cover more serious stories than the usual junk that rookies get stuck with. Unfortunately, all she usually gets is the weird stuff that only crazy people cared about.

Next up, according to her boss - werewolves. She must track down the mysterious Robert Gray and find out exactly what he's all about and what's going on in his small town. A very important story...so her boss says. Another waste of time, according to Cindy.

But that's all about to change. Because what Cindy uncovers will thrust her into a seedy, sexy underworld, the likes of which almost nobody has ever seen before....

Fans of Stephenie Meyer, Bella Andre, and Kristan Higgins will love this quirky action-romance series with strong, independent women and sexy alpha heroes.

Volume One – Silver Shimmer

It was a warm, bright summer night. The brightness of the full moon was lighting up the fields. She had been running for what felt like forever. Her heart racing. She was wondering how much longer she would be able to keep this up. Sucking in big gulps of air. Her legs a painful blur underneath her. She knew she couldn't stop now. Something was chasing her. A monster. She could hear it growling. It was going to kill her. Rip her to pieces. She had to keep running. Over the fields. Through forests. As fast as she could. Still, she wasn't in a very good shape and it looked like the thing was catching up now. The Moon kept getting closer. It was almost as if she was walking on its surface. She kept running away from it, but it kept following her. Just as it did when she was a little girl. Only now it was much, much scarier, because she knew its secret. She knew what was hiding in the dark. And now, it was so close behind her that she could feel it breathing loudly down her neck. Its claws reaching out, inches away, about to grab her. She couldn't run anymore. It was over. Her legs giving out, she could feel herself sinking into the creature's grip.

Cindy jumped up and opened her eyes, only to discover that she was safe in her bed. Sweat seeping out of every pore. Heart pounding. Breathing heavily. Exhausted, as though she had really been running. Another damn nightmare. The same one. Looking in through her window was the full shining face of the moon. Harmless. But still nearly midnight. Oh well. That's okay. It's not as if she'd be able to go back to sleep anyway. She was furious.

Damn werewolves and the damn mental cases that kept calling in sightings of them. There was not a damn thing howling at the full moon, there was no damn boogeymen under her bed, and looking for them was damn well not why she became a journalist!

For the last couple of days she had been trying to convince her boss not to send her in the middle of nowhere to write a story about something that doesn't exist. That's when she started having the nightmares in which she was always running away from a monster under a full moon. Oh dear, she thought, rolling her eyes, wonder what that was all about. Maybe it was that she really, REALLY didn't want to do this?

With an annoyed moan, she shoved her head under her pillow. There was no getting out of this, was there? She was stuck. Travelling to the freaking end of the civilized world to write this... this FICTION piece instead of all the serious news that was happening right here, all around her. Ah, well. They did say you had to crawl before you can walk.

Cindy knew very well that there was no reasoning with Helen. She didn't get to be a head of a big bad newspaper agency by listening to lazy little twenty-five-year-olds who think they know all about journalism.

Actually, Cindy looked up to Helen. What better role-model for a young, inexperienced journalist, than a gorgeous, confident forty-five-year-old who scratched and clawed her way to the top and now seemed to have it all. Still, they had their differences. For example, Cindy thought fairy-tales didn't fit in her job description, while Helen argued that anything that would sell the most copies of the newspaper was something Cindy should fucking make fit in her job description. She should pack her fucking bags, do the fucking research and, for the next full moon, be out in that fucking hick town talking to the fucking hillbillies who saw the fucking wolf.

Ah well, thought Cindy, while she was sitting in the library buried in old, dusty, leather-bound books on vampires, witches and werewolves. Crawl before you walk. It had become some kind of a mantra for her, making it easier to deal with all the little shit pieces Helen kept throwing her way. She did realize how naive it was to expect big important stories right from the start, but a big part of her kind of hoped that it really would be like that. And now this. How disappointing.

Blah, blah, blah, werewolves, blah, blah, blah... Nothing she didn't know before. So a werewolf is someone who turns into a wolf-like something when it's a full moon, looking like a completely ordinary human any other time. She looked around. So any one of these people could secretly be an animal. Even that cute guy in the corner. Damn, she needed a man. All work and no fun was making her cranky. She was willing to bet her right arm that Helen had some hot young stud she got to call up in the middle of a sleepless night, to give her a full lullaby treatment. Hot, sweaty and wild. That Helen really did have it all.

But that was her. A confident, strong, beautiful woman who knew what she wanted out of life every step of the way. Cindy's was a completely different story. What did she have to offer a man? Wild fluffy hair of a weird blonde color that made it look dirty all the time. The fact that she seldom combed it didn't help either. Big glasses that made her look like a damn hipster. Well, that couldn't be helped. She needed those. And contact lenses freaked the crap out of her. Her figure? Meh. At least she had boobs. And even if a man were to be gracious enough to accept the outer mess that was Cindy, he would probably be overwhelmed by the chaos lurking on the inside, just waiting to explode. No confidence. No plans for the future. No self-control. No wonder she found Helen so damn sexy. They were exact opposites.

Cindy was aware of the fact that her mind tended to wander. That was the way it had always worked. Except now it was more difficult to control, with the lack of sleep and all. One thing led to another, and in an instant, she had already hopped away from the big bad wolf all the way to Helen's big comfy bed. Chains, whips and all. Oooh, kinky. She couldn't help but smile to the image of her boss in tight spandex clothing, holding a whip while standing above her hot young stud, who was lying there, tied down. That's how she imagined Helen to be. That one would tame the big bad wolf in no time. Damn. Werewolves. She really needed to focus on the work at hand.

Come on. You can do this. Think big. Think hairy. Think scary. Fluffy? Aaaand after a few seconds, a box full of puppies was filling her eyes with mushy tears of cuteness. One of the puppies started running toward her. It was so adorable! It was getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger... Too big. It grew arms. It kept running to her. So she started running away. Into the fields, under the full moon. She woke up screaming in the middle of the library. Embarrassed, she walked out to get a cup of coffee. Maybe after this assignment she would have enough time to do something about her personal life. Get a haircut. Go shopping.

When she got back to the office, there was a gift bag waiting for her on her desk. A card was placed over it. "We thought you might find this useful. Be safe. Hugs and kisses." Inside, there was a little velvet box and a book. Little Red Riding Hood? She looked at the box, reluctant to open it. Her coworkers were always pretty creative, so eventually, her curiosity got the best of her. Inside, there was a thin necklace with a shiny silver bullet hanging from it. Those bastards, she thought, with a smile on her face. At least they were amused. It was a nice place to work after all. This did make her feel a bit better about this trip. Might as well play along with it. She put on the necklace and started gathering her stuff. The sooner she started, the sooner she would get it over with.

There was still a full week left until the next full moon, but it's not as if she was gonna go look for the thing anyway. Talk to the crazy people. Write it down. Go home. Take a sick day. Sleep it off. It was quite a plan, and she couldn't wait to get to the sleep it off part.

On the train ride to the creepy little werewolf lair, as she kept referring to the little town whose name she couldn't remember, she was re-reading the Little Red Riding Hood, when, after a while, she realized there was a man sitting in her booth. Just in front of her. Looking straight at her.

It was one of those old trains. Slow and nearly empty. She was enjoying the ride. It was very peaceful, and she was alone. She liked being alone. People always tended to complicate things. But the doors were squeaky, so she couldn't understand how the hell didn't she hear this man enter the booth. It was very rude of him not to ask permission to sit there, just as she was starting to feel this space as entirely her own. And why the hell was he staring at her? Did she have a smudge on her face?

He was tall, dark, and strong. She could see his muscles tense under his elegant black shirt. She said nothing. The man kept looking her straight in the eyes. Smiling. It was creeping her out, but for some reason she couldn't look away. Finally, she managed to direct her eyes back to her book. But the letters were strange and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't focus on them. The pictures seemed to change right in front of her eyes. So she closed the book and looked up at the man again. Except... he wasn't there.

Her heart skipped a beat when she finally realized that he was now seated next to her. How could she not have noticed this? She could hear him breathing. So close. How didn't she feel him come closer? Why wasn't she feeling uncomfortable about this? She was just a bit... anxious. Expectant. Impatiently waiting for was going to happen next. Something had to. And then something did.

Unnoticed, just like everything else he did up to now, his hand found its way to Cindy's thighs. Once again, she said nothing. A slight warm tingle radiated from the man's hand and all over Cindy's body. Still, she waited to see what was going to happen next. Gently, the man started unbuttoning her shirt. Without knowing why, she let him do whatever he wanted to her. His hand gently slid under her shirt and tightly squeezed her breast, which made her let out a sigh. But she was determined to keep it together.

The dark man kept touching her. He kept gently passing his hands over her smooth skin. His breathing kept getting louder, and Cindy found herself incredibly turned on by this stranger. But she was doing a good job containing herself, and decided to do that for as long as she could manage. She would sit there in silence. But the man wouldn't give up. Now he was unzipping her pants. While he was gently kissing her neck, his hot breath caressing her skin and sending chills down her spine, his fingers found their way into the moist warmness of her panties and started pushing all the right buttons.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Cindy couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed him by the sides of his face and kissed him passionately. Suddenly, he changed. The calmness in his eyes was wiped away by a strange energy. It was so wild and powerful that Cindy was a little bit frightened by it. It felt as if this man, who was so gentle to her at first, was capable of tearing her to pieces. Still, it felt amazing. She wasn't about to back away now.

The train kept moving slowly along, and people kept passing through the hall, but none of it mattered. The man was now leaning over her, in a passionate embrace. Somehow, Cindy had managed to rip the buttons clean off his shirt. His strong, hairy chest was calling her to touch him. So she did. She kept touching him. Stripping him. Right now, it didn't matter if anyone would see. It felt so damn good. He ripped off her pants and suddenly, he was inside of her. She couldn't help but let out a loud moan. Oh, yes! Just like that! She couldn't really move that much, given that her seat offered very limited space, but it didn't really seem like he wanted her to move. He had it all under control. The look in his eyes was almost making her blush. He was soaking in every line on her face, every inch of her body.

Pinning down her hands, he was moving violently in rhythm with the movement of the train. Her entire skin was covered in sweat, and she could feel it sticking to the train's leather seats. Squeaking under their weight. The warmth of the man's body was enveloping her and she could barely breathe. So she started screaming with pleasure. Her body denied obedience to her. It kept twitching and turning, and she felt like she was in heaven. Fuck yes! She looked at the man's face and she could see that he was ready to let go too. Their sweat blending together, bodies intertwined in a strong grip, twitching in ecstasy, she could feel him coming inside of her.

Looking up at him, she saw him changing. A full moon was coming up from behind a cloud, and the man was transforming into something unnatural. His body was becoming hairier by the minute. He was turning into a wolf. Her heart started racing and she wanted to run away, but there was nowhere to run.

She jumped off her seat and realized that she was not alone in the booth anymore. A little old lady was looking at her in confusion. Fuck. She had been dreaming again. With a nervous smile, she sat back down and went back to her book. Not looking up for the entire trip. She was too embarrassed, even though she didn't really know what the old lady had heard. She seemed tough enough to handle it, though. Kind of strange. But still... It was an old lady! Oh, the shame!

The Little Red Riding Hood kept her mind busy for a while, And then, as usual, it started to drift away. A full moon, in the middle of the day? Really? She was laughing at herself, thinking about the expression on the little old lady's face. Damn it, Cindy, a condom maybe? So what if it was just a dream? Who knows what you could have picked up fucking strangers in trains like that. Not to mention all the baby wolves you could have had in this case. You should know better. And now, thinking about it, you can't even put a face on that guy. You slut.

It felt freakishly real. She did hear that you could experience an orgasm in a dream. A full on, real orgasm in all its glory, just without the mess. But she never thought it could be like this. Well, at least this time she got laid. Things are looking up. Sad, but pathetically true, this is really what it had come to. The quality of her life was being measured by how often she had sex. And right now, it didn't look too good.

Finally, the train was pulling into the final station. She was waiting for the old lady to get off, so that she can do the same without a possibility of making weird eye-contact.

So this was it. Oh wait, it wasn't. She still had a half hour cab ride. Yay.

The whole ride was exhausting and she couldn't wait to get to the hotel, have a nice hot shower and crash on the bed for the night. She was going to stay there all week. There would be time for werewolves in the morning.

Surprisingly, she slept the whole night through. No monsters. No nightmares. Just beautiful, beautiful sleep. Life was good. Maybe this place wasn't all that bad after all. If she continues to sleep like this, she could seriously consider moving here.

Cindy got up early, unpacked, got her list of contacts and decided to go through them one more time over coffee. She was full of energy and eager to be done with this story, but she had no idea where to begin. Which whack job to interview first? Decisions, decisions...

After a while, she saw how wrong she was about these people. Well, most of them. Some of them were, in fact, whack jobs. But most of them were fairly intelligent, normal people. Mostly. To the police, they all seemed to state the same thing, though. A huge man-beast was seen fleeing a scene of some particularly brutal murders. Howling at the moon, and stuff. A werewolf. What else could it be? And it has been happening for over a year. They just refused to believe it until now. The creature seems to have gotten cocky. Like it didn't care about getting caught anymore.

But now, they didn't really want to talk about it much. They might have just been seeing things, they said. Moonlight tends to play tricks on a man, they said. It could have just been an ordinary wolf after all, they said. Nothing extraordinary here, they said. Why the hell did they call her to get up here then!? Now that she was here, she was determined to find out what the hell was going on.