
Hunting Moon
By Rebecca York
Series: Decorah Security
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Light Street Press
Cover Designer: Earthly Charms
Out December 14, 2015


Witnessing the
murder of New York mobster, Johnny Denato, is only the beginning of the terror
closing in on nightclub dancer Tory Robinson. Kidnapped and spirited off
to an isolated upstate New York sanatorium, she’s held captive by a sadistic
doctor who drugs her and insists she’s there for psychiatric treatment.
But his focus is on getting information about Denato.
Enter werewolf
Brand Marshall, out hunting in the deep woods when he discovers Tory’s dire
predicament. Getting her out alive will take all of his courage and cunning,
but Brand's ultimate challenge is convincing Tory that she is his destined
mate.

The last thing Tory
Robinson expected to hear was the sound of gunshots.
She’d been sitting
on the comfortable couch in Johnny Denato’s luxury Central Park South condo.
When he’d excused himself to take a business call, she’d walked to the outsized
living room windows to enjoy the ten million dollar view of the park.
Behind her, a door
opened, and she heard Denato’s voice change abruptly. Someone must have come
in, and he was demanding to know what they wanted. As the voices grew louder,
she whirled around in time to hear a series of popping noises and catch a quick
view of men with guns running past the living room door.
Fear threatened to
turn her body to stone. But she knew that if she stayed where she was, she was
a dead woman. Dropping to the floor behind the sofa, she crawled toward the
heavy drapes that pooled at either side of the window and worked her way behind
the nearest panel. Praying that the gunmen were still in the back of the
apartment, she eased to a standing position and pressed against the wall, the
cold plaster raising goose bumps on her arms.
Her mind’s eye
flashed to the coffee table in front of the sofa where she and Denato had been
sitting. He had left a glass of bourbon on the glass top, but she’d told him
she didn’t want a drink. So an extra glass wouldn’t give her away. And thank
God she’d taken her purse with her. The men wouldn’t see that two people had
been in the room—unless they noticed two depressions in the back sofa cushions.
Voices conferred in
low tones, the words like the roaring of surf in her ears. When heavy footsteps
approached the window, the blood froze in her veins, and she braced to feel
rough hands shove the drapes aside and yank her out like a rabbit plucked from
its burrow.
An eternity ticked
by before she heard a sarcastic voice say, “High class view.”
“It won’t do him no
good now,” another man answered.
“We better get the
hell out of here, in case somebody heard the action.”
“Right.”
As footsteps
receded from the window, Tory closed her eyes and leaned her head against the
wall, taking deep breaths as she ordered herself not to faint. For long seconds
after the front door closed, she stayed where she was, imagining that the
gunmen could be waiting to see if someone crept out of hiding.
But finally she
knew she couldn’t stay where she was.
Cautiously, she
eased one edge of the drapes aside and looked out. The apartment was just as
she remembered it—until she saw a pair of black-trouser-clad legs lying on the
marble floor of the foyer.
She recognized
Johnny’s dress pants—and his Italian designer shoes.
“Johnny?” she
whispered, hurrying toward him, stopping short when she saw the red circle in
the middle of his forehead and the pool of blood that had spread around his
head like an evil halo against the pale floor. There was nothing she could do
for him now.



Haven't started the series yet or need to catch
up?
The Decorah Security Series
On Edge
Dark Moon
Chained
Ambushed
Dark Powers
Hot and Dangerous
At Risk
Christmas Captive
Destination Wedding
Decorah Security Collection
Rx Missing


A New York
Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly best-selling and
award-winning author, Rebecca has written over 145 books and novellas. In 2011
she became the dozenth author to receive the Romance Writers of America
Centennial Award for having written 100 romantic novels. Her Killing Moon was a
launch title for Berkley’s Sensation imprint in June 2003. Five more books in
the series have followed.
Rebecca has
authored or co-authored over 65 romantic thrillers, many for Harlequin
Intrigue’s very popular 43 Light Street series, set in Baltimore, and many with
paranormal elements.
Her many awards
include two Rita finalist books. She has two Career Achievement awards from
Romantic Times: for Series Romantic Suspense and for Series Romantic Mystery.
And her Peregrine Connection series won a Lifetime Achievement Award for
Romantic Suspense Series.




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