Calling the Moon
Sarah E. Stevens
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: 8/18/2017
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1587-4 Digital
Number of pages: paperback 308,
Word Count: ~76k
Cover Artist: Deborah Turner
Tagline: Paranormal arson, rogue wolves, and torn loyalties. How can a mere human mother protect her Werewolf baby?
Julie Hall thinks she has the hang of mothering her Werewolf baby Carson, until the night she wakes to frantic barking and finds her house on fire. Arson. Paranormal fire creatures want to kill Carsonâand an unknown Were may be helping them.
As if fire-spawning Salamanders and a mysterious Werewolf aren't dangerous enough, Julie soon faces even closer threats. Her trusted friend Eliza harbors a secret and Julieâs new understanding of Werewolves threatens to tear apart her team. Meanwhile, her relentless enemies will burn everything in their path, if they canât get to Carson.
Will Julieâs efforts to protect Carson do more harm than good?
Dark Moon Wolf
Book One of Calling the Moon
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âYour house was burned down by Salamanders.â
The words didnât match his tone.
âWhatâ¦salamanders?â I echoed.
âNo, not salamandersâSalamanders.â
This time, I heard the capital letter, but remained bewildered.
âWhat the hell are you talking about? Salamanders? Like, lizards?â
Timâs face registered surprise. âSheila?â âI know what they are.â Sheilaâs voice shook.
âGreat. So glad youâre both part of the in crowd. Since my house burned down and my life nearly ended, do you think one of you could please enlighten me?â
âDammit, Jules.â My sarcasm seemed to revive my best friend. âCould you drop the attitude for a while? Yes, shock and trauma and all of that, but youâre being a total jerk. Timâs just trying to help.â
I meant to yell back, but the frustration on her face stopped me. I tried to give her a grin, instead. It probably looked like a grimace, but I gave my best shot.
âGod, Sheila. Attitude is the only thing keeping me going right now.â
âI know, Jules. But youâre safe hereââ She stopped. âTim, are we safe here?â
âWe should be. Iâll know if theyâre around.â
âHey, still waiting to hear who âtheyâ are.â
Tim said, âSalamanders are paranormal creatures, like Werewolves. They draw their strength from the sun and can call on its powersâfire, heat, lightâsimilar to the way Weres draw on the moon to raise water, shift darkness, and such. Judging by the scents at the scene, at least three salamanders called fire at your house. Not an accident, Julie. Arson. Someoneâa group of someonesâwanted you and Carson dead.â
âWhy?â Sheila asked.
Me, I couldnât even form the word. Dammit, I should have taken a shower and gone to bed and dealt with all of this later. Sheila had been right. As usual.
âI donât know,â said Tim. âYet.â
âI know Salamanders areâ¦antithetical to Weres, but I thought you mostly co-existed peacefully.â
âWell, apparently not!â said Sheila.
âSo these people turn into giant lizards? Instead of wolves?â I asked, not understanding why Sheila stifled a small laugh at my question.
Tim said, âNo, they donât change form. Sometimes when calling the sun, Salamanders have a different cast to their eyes or their complexionâminor changesâbut they remain fully human in shape.â
âThen why are they called Salamanders? If theyâre not lizards?â
Tim frowned, then finally crossed the room to stand beside Sheilaâs chair. When he rested his hands on her shoulders, tension visibly drained from his body. Sheila unconsciously leaned back against him and his thumbs traced circles on her white t-shirt. They were physically opposite in so many ways, with Sheilaâs striking looks and Timâs extra-in-a-crowd-scene appearance; Sheilaâs long blonde hair and smooth tan, Timâs closely shorn black curls and dark brown skin. Yet, there was an undeniable sense of rightness between them. Iâd even stopped teasing Sheila about Tim being just another in her long line of throwaway men.
I realized my hands still shook and I clasped them together to hide the tremors. As Tim spoke, I forced everything else out of my mind to focus.
âYouâd have to ask a Salamander for a full version of their history, but as I understand it, they believe theyâre descended from a powerful sun-being, a lizard creature from the sun that came to Earth and mated with a human long ago.â
Sheila looked up at Tim. âReally? I always thought they were called Salamanders because people used to think salamandersâthe real onesâlived in fire.â
âWhy would people think salamanders lived in fire? Arenât they amphibians?â I asked.
âBecause salamanders lived in rotten logs and crawled out when the logs were thrown into a fireplace.â
âWell, both explanations sound equally bizarre to me,â I said.
âI donât care how they got their name,â said Sheila. âWhy are they trying to kill Julie and Carson?â
About the Author:
Sarah's love of reading, writing, and all things fantasy started with her childhood explorations of Narnia, Middle Earth, and Pern. She's a huge enthusiast of all fantasy, paranormal, and science fiction. She's a board game geek, an artist, and a dabbler in making chainmaille jewelry. She loves to write about strong women and their friendships--combined with magic and love, of course.
Sarah, her husband Gary, their three kids, and three cats live in Evansville, Indiana.
PS. None of her kids are actually Werewolves.