The moment I crack open a new book, I always rush through the beginning, the budding relationship between the hero and heroine, and anticipate that spontaneous moment when one of them makes their move. The First Kiss. The first turning point in every story.
Every week here on the blog, I’ll be sharing First Kisses from my books and those of other authors.
“When a non-human lives as long as I do, he never sees humans the same as others. Some mortals are good, like you, but most are no better than gutter rats. Humans kill for sport. The wars and epidemics take their share. In the famished countries, parents eat their own children to survive, much like Lycans”
“Do you hate being immortal?”
“Everything must eat to survive. After a while over the centuries, I looked to killing humans like changing my underwear. After a while, I rationalized my actions. ‘Many families were better off with fewer mouths to feed’ was one excuse I told myself. ‘The world is over populated’ is another, so who would be missed? After a while, I convinced myself my kind helped rid the earth of human riffraff.”
“Like a natural garbage disposal?”
“Yes, but I see things differently now.”
“So, do you miss being human?”
“Only because I met you. I can never grow old with you.”
“You’re asking me to marry you, aren’t you?”
“That’s why I took you to the mall. To pick out a ring, but…”
“But we were interrupted.”
“Don’t sweat it. Things worked out anyway.” Then, we kissed for the first time, long and hard, and it took my breath away. Yes! This is the one. I knew it.
Drenda glanced at her watch and she looked tired. It was nearly three in the morning.
“How about one more stop before I take you home? There’s someone special to me that’s been waiting to meet you.”
“Yes, is it okay?”
“Of course, I want to meet my future father-in-law.”
We quickly dressed and drove to the cave. From the moment we entered, our lives were never the same again.
“Two Paws! Two Paws! Who did this to you?” My oldest and dearest friend lay on the floor, dying from multiple gunshot wounds to the stomach. Shot with a silver bullet. Silver metal poisoning was a painful and lingering death. A quick death for werewolves was a silver bullet through the head or heart. Anywhere else and we suffer for hours or days before dying. The person who shot Two Paws made sure he could not fight back—wanted him to suffer—and the shooter smelled of Lycan.
When young Lycan Sonny Red Blanket, a Shawnee Indian falls for mortal girl Drenda Way, he must save her from his fellow Lycan’s and stop a werewolf uprising.
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About JoAnne Myers
I have been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of my life. Besides having several novels under my belt, I canvas paint.
When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, I spend time with relatives, my dogs Jasmine, and volunteer my time within the community. I am a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill’s Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. I believe in family values and following your dreams. My original canvas paintings, can be found at: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com
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