It’s another bloke for you today, hurrah! Today I’m imtroducing Lowell from Moon Shy. He’s a werewolf and he hates it. He plans his life very precisely so that his secret won’t be discovered. He locks himself in his cellar every full moon so that he won’t hurt anyone. I promise you he’s the sweetest beast of a man you’d ever want to meet.
Here’s the blurb:
Desdemona takes great joy in the full moon. She maims and kills with enthusiasm and wishes she could be a werewolf every day. Lowell hates what he is. He wishes that the full moon would only come around once in a million years.
Jenny is a sweet girl who often acts before she thinks, especially when a man is involved. She finds herself between these two werewolves. She loves Lowell, he was her school crush way back when. Desdemona is her superior and makes her working life a misery.
But which werewolf will have Jenny in the end? Will Desdemona succeed in killing her during the full moon, or will Lowell be able to keep her safe and in the dark about his horrific secret? It comes down to a fight between two werewolves, one Moon lover and one Moon Shy. Who will win?
And now an excerpt so you can get to know Lowell a little better.
“Okay, I think the house was in a decent state when I left this morning.” Lowell smiled and led Jenny into his front room. He took her coat then went off to get glasses for the drink. When he came back, she was sitting on the end of the sofa, eating her first slice of pizza.
“I got started. I hope you don’t mind, I couldn’t resist.”
“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll just slide in the DVD, and I’ll join you.” He was still feeling nervous as he flicked on the film and sat down at the other end of the sofa. He opened his box and started to eat. If someone had asked him how his pizza tasted, he would not have been able to tell them. He was eating mechanically whilst thinking hard about the situation.
Now she was here, the worries he’d put aside were coming to the fore. She was in his house, now. Would she feel free to call at any time? What if she called when he was rampaging in the cellar? Would she ask awkward questions about the door? Now he was wondering whether he’d done the right thing at all.
“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry,” Jenny gasped.
Lowell clicked out of his own little world to see that Jenny’s glass was on its side on the coffee table.
“Don’t worry,” he said, leaping up. “I’ll see to it.” He rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the paper towels.
“I’m so sorry, Lowell. I’m such a klutz.” Jenny sighed and grabbed a handful of thick tissue.
“It’s okay, accidents happen.” Lowell picked up her glass and started to clean up the spilt, fizzy orange. His hand bumped into hers as they wiped.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered again as their gazes locked.
“Don’t be,” he replied, leaving the damp towel and placing his somewhat sticky hand over hers. “It really doesn’t matter.”
Nothing mattered, then, nothing but her soft, warm hand under his and her lips. Everything else was forgotten. The film played to itself, the partially cleared spillage was left to penetrate the white paper towels as Jenny and Lowell kissed.
At work, the kisses were short and snatched, lip against lip, but the rest of their bodies had tended to stay parted. Not so, here. They were pressed hard against each other. Lowell could feel the warm smoothness of her breasts pushing into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her to steady himself as the kiss ripped through his body.
Her hands were on his back. He could feel their heat radiating into his flesh through the thin material of his shirt. As their mouths duelled and danced, Jenny gave under the weight. Lowell was above her on the sofa, his body pushed down onto her. Her legs had split around him as he and Jenny arranged themselves comfortably, and he was pressing into her. He could feel his hardness against her soft stomach.
“What are we doing?” he asked between kisses.
“I think we’re making out,” she replied. “I want you, Lowell.”
It was the most arousing thing she could have said. Lowell smiled and dragged his lips down her cheek and chin to press delicately against her neck. She mewled. It was the hottest sound he had ever heard, so he kissed again in the same spot and was rewarded with a gasp and a groan and a tightening of her hands on his back.
He kissed down from her neck and over the skin of her chest. He scattered kisses all over the V opening of the front of her blouse, then, with shaking fingers, he undid first one button then another.
His lips followed seconds later and kissed the warm, scented curve that presented itself. He could see and feel her chest undulating from his attention, and he became immersed in her scent and hypnotised by the beating of her heart.
He was aroused to a level he’d never felt before, and he didn’t know if it had anything to do with his new, wolfish senses or not. He had not even kissed a girl before Jenny since he had changed, but he knew he’d never reacted this strongly to any woman ever before.
Don’t you just want to eat him all up? For more of Lowell check out Moon Shy now!