"Tell me it meant nothing to you. Tell me I mean nothing to you. Look me in the face and tell me, but don't you dare lie to me."

His jaw is rigid as he looks down at me, his eyes stormy and so dark blue that they are nearly black. 

"If you meant nothing then this would be easier," he says. His hands are trembling, fisted in my shift and I press myself against him. "If you meant nothing," he says, his lips just above mine. "Then I would not have to walk away."

***

Ella Crow was going to be the next Alpha of her pack, instead turning out to be an outcast with no supernatural gift.

Christian St Clair is a royal vampire who seems unable to control his hunger for Ella. Everything around her seems to be one mystery after another and it's not a world that a country girl from a woodland pack knows how to travel. 

Is there love to be found on the brink of war?

The Children of the Moon is created by Harriett Nielsen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The Children of the Moon

I am the girl who begged for table scraps after a meal. 


I am the girl who lost all she cared for. My mother left me, my father hated me, my sister deserted me and still I stood. 


I am the girl who came from nothing, who fought and clawed her way upwards. I am the girl who loved where she found love worthy. I have friends. I have family. I do not have to suffer to be loved. I do not have to be alone. 


I am the girl who will burn all that tries to hurt those who are mine. 


The creature before me backs up from my heat. It is scared of heat. It has been burned before. All my sympathy for it has burned away with the flames that now consume me. I take my hand and with a thought I raise a pillar of fire out of the ground and consume the creature from its belly to the top of its head. 


Chapter 47: Phoenix Burning