Bad Wolf (Bad Moon 2)

Everything in my life shouldn't be so complicated.
I got the guy and dumped the chump, right? Still, everything would be a little easier if I believed that this sex god could want me for me, and if wolves didn't go tackling me to the ground in front of him. Well, nobody said life was easy.

Follow Bailey and the boys as they brave Tallahassee, the capital of Florida and blood-thirsty punk rockers! With secrets abound, our curvy alpha female is about to get a schooling in all things sexy and paranormal. Can she trust Trent ever again after the things she's seen?

This 17,000+ word novella contains steamy sex between amazing adult characters (18+). Not for the faint of heart! Part two of the Bad Moon Series.

Excerpt:

“Bailey Thompson!” called the old man onstage, looking over at Greek life table with a smile. I shook my head and stood up, butterflies bursting in my stomach.
I walked up to the stage and I saw his face drop. The alcohol gave me a little sass, so I smirked and rolled my eyes. “Sorry to disappoint, sir,” I said. He grumbled something I couldn’t hear, but I didn’t care. I jumped on the old, dingy stage, buzzing with energy and alcohol. I wasn’t proud of the events that led me here, in a beat up old karaoke bar in Tallahassee, but we needed that prize money and Trent was acting like he was too good for all of this.
Well I’ll be the first one to admit that I’m not. As far as I could tell from the competition, it was worth a shot.
I took the microphone from the host’s hand and avoided making eye contact with the crowd, keeping my eyes trained on the blue screen before me. The ruckus let me know that none of the fratty boys or bleach-blondes were paying any attention to me—they were all there to get hammered and laid. The weird, embarrassing singing on the stage was just a plus.
“Go Bailey!” I heard Brandon call across the room. I smiled to myself, my nerves slightly dissipating as I noticed the slur in his voice. At least I wasn’t the only crazy one in our group that thought this was a good idea. The music started, and I rocked to it slowly, my eyes still furiously glued to the screen.
It was Elton John’s “Your Song.” I both wanted to kiss Brandon and laugh at him for picking such a cheesy tune, but it was perfect for the number of shots I had thrown back in the last ten minutes. I took a deep breath before I let the classic words flow forth: “It’s a little bit funny...”
The music coursed through me, sending shivers down my spine. It had been years since I sang like this, more often than not alone in my room with a hairbrush. I closed my eyes, taking in each note and then letting it fly, each word taking a part of my soul with me. It soothed me, lulled me into a hypnotic trance I never wanted to break free from. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
Boy was I drunk.
“I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind...” I cried out, letting the raucous build of the chorus consume me. I opened my eyes and saw that every person in the goddamn bar was looking at me. In a panic, I focused my gaze on my boys in the back. Trent was looking straight at me, a lazy smile spread across his beautiful face. His steely gray eyes looked moist, like there were tears welling up just waiting to burst forth.
Hot tears came to my own eyes as butterflies erupted in my stomach. I was so angry at him for all the weird secrets, terrified of his strange shifting abilities, and confused by the tender stretch of a smile across his face, illuminated only by the dim, hazy bar lights.
‘Holy shit. I’m in love with him,’ I realized, a strange pull gripping my heart. The tears flowed down my face freely, warm and comforting on my cool skin.
“How wonderful life is while you’re in the world.”