Hello there! I’m Bree, one half of the paranormal romance writing duo of Moira Rogers, and I’m on a wild and crazy blog tour talking about dangerous men and the women who love them. And I’m not just talking about their heroines—I mean all the women who love them, including those of us who read & write about them! That’s why I’m here with an excerpt from Keeping Company With Bloodhounds, a book that gives all the dirty details about those dangerous warriors. (Even if it only exists in the fictional world of the Bloodhounds.)
If there’s one part of the Bloodhounds world that inevitably gets a comment, it’s the new moon. Full moons go with werewolves like chocolate with peanut butter, but we wanted the lives of our genetically engineered super soldiers to be a little more complicated than that. Plus, when you have a 19th century mad scientist messing around in your DNA, the chances are good here will be a few…unintended consequences.
During the full moon, the bloodhounds are transformed into monstrous creatures, like the werewolves out of legend. That may not make them any friends, but it sure does come in handy when fighting vampires. The new moon, however, comes with a less practical side-effect: transformation into a beast of a different sort. A beast so alluring, any Bloodhound Guide worth its name would have at least three different chapters devoted to it.
This one does.
CHAPTER SEVEN – THE NEW MOON: FACT FROM FICTION
All too often, when one hears tell of the hungers which grip a bloodhound when the moon goes dark, the whispers are tainted with talk of violence and ferocity. Any reasonable person must see that such cannot be the case, for hounds would certainly suffer a dearth of companions after one such encounter, and that simply is not true. Many ladies seek to repeat the experience, proof enough in itself that these affairs are pleasurable, indeed.
One finds it necessary, then, to delineate truth from myth, to explain the facts of such encounters. Often, young ladies come to me scandalized by secondhand accounts of terrible things said to have been experienced by an acquaintance of a friend or a distant cousin of an associate. I have pressed these matters for verification, but never have I found any firsthand testimony or evidence of their validity.
Make no mistake, the three days of new moon hunger are brutal, but only to the hound himself. Desire dictates that any hound in the grip of this feverish appetite should bring to his companion only pleasure, never pain—excepting, of course, when one’s satisfaction is derived from the intermingling of ecstasy and agony. If such a suggestion is too shocking to bear contemplation, then I surely hope, dear reader, that your perusal of this Guide is a matter of curiosity rather than practical application.
If, however, such a thought intrigues rather than alarms, you have unquestionably come to the right place.
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Thanks for stopping by today to Bree!!