WeWriWa: “If you mean it . . .” Masked by Moonlight [By Moonlight Series - Book 1]

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Saturday, May 03, 2025

WeWriWa: “If you mean it . . .” Masked by Moonlight [By Moonlight Series - Book 1]

I LOVE revisiting older books that I’ve written . . . some, to see how far I’ve come and others, so I can rediscover what made my career grow. No doubt about it, things began to happen when I wrote the first three installments in my By Moonlight shapeshifter series for Pocket Books. I loved everything about the experience – my fabulous editor, Micki Nuding, who was my biggest fan, the art department who brought me in for a walk through to watch one of my covers being made while I was in New York - starting with posing the REAL cover model! Not me, personally-darn it! Seeing the mock-up cover tacked on the senior editor’s bulletin board, and going over promotional opportunities with the head of PR. What a thrill and an honor!! A dream come true. That series will always be my absolute favorite. And I’m looking forward to getting it reissued as soon as I get the rights back to the first three books (soon-fingers crossed!).

Max and Cee Cee will always be my favorite romance couple (and a flattering number of readers agreed!). Here’s a nibble from Book 1, MASKED BY MOONLIGHT, that introduced readers to Max and Charlotte . . .

 The Excerpt 

Detective Charlotte Caissie’s vow to take down a crime boss is made complicated by underworld figure Max Savoie. Is he an ally? She can’t afford to trust any man. Good thing Max isn’t one . . .

“You killed those men.”  

He didn’t admit it, not exactly. “I’m sorry.  Did you want to get to know them better?”

“You rushed in to take on armed men with your bare hands? Are you insane?”

“Should I have just kept walking?” His gaze locked into hers, eyes heating, darkening with something she’d never seen in them before.

“Step back, Savoie.”

Her gruff command must have lacked conviction because his head lowered until his breath feathered against her lips—soft, warm.

“Don’t.”

Not quite so tough.

( . . . and a bit more . . .)

He tasted her slowly, firmly, riding the jerk of her chest, gentling his hold on her hands, finally releasing them.  Her palms came up to rest against his shoulders, motionless at first, then beginning to push. He lifted off her by a scant inch, his stare delving into hers. His breathing hurried.

“Max, stop.”

That hoarse whisper still didn’t convince him. The tip of his tongue lightly rimmed the fullness of her lower lip, the gesture so provokingly intimate she trembled with a helpless chill of response.

His challenge brushed silkily over the damp part of her mouth.  “I will if you mean it.”

And for a moment, for one startling moment, she didn’t.


Sigh . . .

I’d better stop there or I’ll never get this post out!

Looking forward to seeing what you’ve been doing!!


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2 comments

  1. I enjoyed the little teaser and hope you'll share at least one or two more snippets ;-)

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  2. I'll probably feature one book a month. That four treasers to keep you warm.

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