I've invited author Naomi Bellina to stop by our little corner of the web to talk about her new book, Ruled by the Moon, and her guest post may or may not involve wine. Did you know that Missouri has a storied reputation in the wine industry? I sure didn't and I'm originally from the Midwest! I'm gonna have to find me some wine from the region pretty quick.
She has also generously shared the link for a contest, and I don't know about you, but an Amazon GC looks pretty good, especially during the holiday! So don't forget to stop by for a chance to win! ~Anna
In Nocturne, my fictitious location in Ruled by the Moon, vineyards and wineries are part of what draws Morgan to the area. I based this town partly on Augusta, Missouri, a community that really does have many fabulous wineries. Augusta was designated "First United States Wine District" in 1980 and believe it or not, Missouri was the number one wine producing state in the United States prior to the Civil War. Not something you would expect from a Midwest town.
I had the good fortune to live nearby Augusta for many years and some of my favorite memories involve sitting at a picnic table, looking out over rolling hills dotted with trees showing off colors of gorgeous reds, oranges and yellows. I would visit with friends and we'd bring snacks to nibble while we drank wine. Lots of wine. One of us had to stay sober because the roads to get to the top of the hills are steep and curvy. Once, I visited Augusta in the winter, sat outside and let the sun warm my face, with my bottle of wine chilling in the snow while I drank. Heaven!
Many of my stories feature wine drinking. Not like I'm a wine snob but I do like to sample different types. For home, I usually buy organic but when I'm out, I'm more adventurous. Red, white, as long as it's not too sweet, I'll try it. I'm having fun with Vincent in book two of Nocturne because he doesn't like wine. He's a whiskey man. Right now, I'm looking at bottle of Newcastle Werewolf beer. The label says it's a blood ale. What a perfect drink to celebrate the release of Ruled by the Moon! How about you. Do you have a favorite wine or other drink? Thanks for reading!
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A psychic vet, a secretive werewolf, a menace stalking the shifters. Welcome to Nocturne.
Dylan is a werewolf with a problem. He shifts at the new moon as well as at the full moon. He was born a werewolf, not made like most shape-changers and due to these unique traits he's avoided joining a pack and has given up hope of having a normal life. Morgan is a veterinarian, ready to be on her own for a good long time after leaving a cheating, spineless husband. She has a plan for her life that doesn't include a bossy, furry man.
Both are drawn to Nocturne, a town filled with magic due to a strong convergence of ley lines in the area. Morgan and Dylan recognize a connection when they meet, but neither one is looking for romance. After a harrowing encounter with a panther shape-shifter, they must combine forces and work together to uncover a menace that threatens the town. If they can learn to trust each other and let their guard down, they have a chance to solve the mystery and open the door to love.
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Metadata tags: Paranormal, Shifters, Wolves, Suspense, Magic
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Provocative tales of love, lust, passion and magic
Naomi lives in sunny Florida with the love of her life and a magical calico cat. She writes for various fiction and non-fiction markets but is drawn to romance because her characters insist on canoodling and falling in love. So she lets them. Her interests include dancing, motorcycle riding, drumming and creating healthy meals. She takes the opportunity to play whenever possible. Her motto: Never pass up the opportunity to have an adventure!
Visit her at http://www.naomibellina.com/
Excerpt 1 rated PG13 572 words
“Hello! What a great shop you have. I’ve put a vase on your front counter, hope you don’t mind. It will be perfect for my new home. My name is Morgan,” she said, offering her hand.
A shiver ran along his spine at her touch. Her grip was firm and her skin, while not overly rough, belonged to someone who used her hands for work. She apparently felt something at the contact also. Her eyes widened, and her sunny smile faded. She dropped his hand abruptly.
“I’m Dylan,” he said. “Please, feel free to look around as much as you like.”
Morgan took a step back, frowning. “I, I need to get going. I’ll just take that vase and be on my way.”
She turned and walked to the front counter then pulled cash from her wallet. As he wrapped the vase, she paced, darting a glance at him now and then.
“Did you buy a house in this area?” he asked. Though he didn’t want to add to her nervous state, he desperately wanted to know more about her.
“Yes, just in, just in another town, nearby, a town, not here … you don’t have to put it in a bag, I have several in the car. I really need to get going.”
Not wanting to prolong her obvious agony, Dylan put the wrapped package on the counter. Morgan grabbed it and with a tight smile in his direction, bolted out the door.
Well shit. What just happened? The full moon was tomorrow, but though he found Morgan sexy as hell, his libido did not run rampant, not enough for non-weres to pick up his lust. What had she sensed during their brief contact?
The day dragged on after that, and Dylan closed the shop late that afternoon with relief. Usually he waited and only hunted on the night of the true full moon. After his encounter with Morgan, however, he needed to blow off some steam. He’d thought about her all day, becoming more and more agitated with each passing hour.
A normal man could have talked to her, found out more about her. Was she married? In a serious relationship? In his quick assessment he’d seen she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, but that didn’t mean much these days. The way she’d claimed ownership of “her” new home, however, she was single, he just knew it.
A normal man would have shown her several more items in his store, so he could have an excuse to stand closer and smell her delicious scent. He would have persuaded her to make another purchase, something large so he could deliver it to her new home. He’d find some way to get her to touch him again and to bring that dazzling smile back to her face.
But he wasn’t a normal man.
So now, shortly after moonrise, Dylan stood naked in the woods. Looking to the sky, he howled his rage.
He’d done nothing to deserve this damn curse. There was no reason he should suffer this hell, yet month after month, the change took over him.
Tonight, he almost welcomed the pain. Anything was better than sitting home feeling sorry for himself and remembering the look of fear in Morgan’s eyes as she practically ran out the door of his shop. Or how hot her ass looked in those tight jeans she had on, an ass he would never touch.