to Friday Flames…
…where the romance always burns HOT!

my guest is Stacey Brutger
Thank you for having me on your blog! I
hope you enjoy this little peek into my deliciously dark urban fantasy,
Electric Moon.
Moon –A Raven Investigations Novel : Book 2

private life explodes into the spotlight when she is nominated as a Region on
the paranormal police force. As she juggles the demands of pack life and police
work, the lines between duty and loyalty blur. Shifters are dying. Raven
suspects something sinister is destroying the pack from within. She must dig
into the dark corners of the paranormal world, secrets they would kill to
protect, and find the killer before her pack becomes the next target.
Durant opened the door to his office.
Raven went to step through when he quickly closed it on her, shutting her in
the hallway with him. He crowded into her space, placing a hand on the wall by
her head, blocking her avenues of escape. “How about we play a game? For every
kiss, I’ll answer one of your questions.”
Heat poured off him, tempting her to
give into him, anything to just be able to touch him. Thoughts became clouded.
He leaned closer, his lips hovering so over hers. “Say yes.”
She tore her gaze from his lips and met
his stare. “You want this?”
She hadn’t meant to sound so breathless.
Hadn’t meant to reveal her need. It’d been so long since she’d been able to be
close to someone. She wasn’t sure she could say no when she wanted that
connection so badly.
“More than anything.” Durant didn’t
smile, didn’t move in anyway. The power of him bunched under his skin, waiting
for her to say no.
“And you’ll stop at any time?”
His throat bobbed painfully, and he gave
a curt nod.
She bit her lip, and a groan rumbled in
his chest before he could prevent it.
“One question for one kiss.”
Durant nodded again.
“And we’ll put on a timer.” It would
keep her from getting lost in the moment. Prevent her from taking too much.
“Anything you want.”
She closed her eyes, her breathing a
little too fast, leaving her lightheaded.
Or maybe that was just him.
“Teach me.”
The door shot open, and she was shoved
inside in under a second. Raven whirled to see Durant very deliberately lock
the door. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding as excitement and dread
tumbled through her.
Durant rested his forehead on the door,
struggling for control, presenting her with a very drool worthy line of his
back and ass. She licked her lips, the sight of him so pushed to the edge,
calming her. She no longer felt like prey.
“I need you to do something for me.”
She traced her fingertips against her
lips, still able to feel his breath on them. Could almost taste him. It
solidified her decision. “Of course.”
“In the bottom right hand side of my
desk, you’ll find a box of confiscated items from the club. Grab two handcuffs
and bring them to me.”
Doubts began to edge their way into her
mind, cooling her thoughts. “Durant—”
Raven hesitated, but the wealth of
emotions in his voice changed her mind. He didn’t ask anyone for anything.
Ever. He just took or demanded and people obeyed.
She opened the drawer, hating the way
her hand shook. She trusted him.
Didn’t she?
She pulled out two metal mismatched
cuffs with the keys tied to them and walked toward him. “Here.”

She thrusted out the cuffs,
half-expecting to feel cold metal slip around her wrist. Instead, he clamped
them on his own. He caught her hand, pried open her fingers and gently placed
the keys in her palm.
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