Rock and roll relationships are complicated. They’re even worse when one of you is a werewolf.
Stevie Vane, nightclub manager of Dusk, prefers London’s nightlife to life in the pack — fewer claws, fewer challengers, far less bloodshed.
But when tragedy strikes, Stevie is forced back into a world where dominance of the pack is won by strength… and every weakness is punished. Some new members begin a brutal contest for control, and they soon discover his greatest weakness is Kat Matthews.
Kat’s band has just landed the best gig of their career at Dusk. And the instant chemistry between her and the charismatic manager is undeniable — but so are the secrets he’s keeping. Secrets that come with sharp teeth.
As the rival wolves close in and old grudges resurface, Stevie realises it isn’t just his pack at risk. It’s the woman he loves.
Witty, romantic, and gripping, Bad Moon Rising is the third book in The Immortals of London series– where feelings run wild and loyalty can cost you everything.
Berni Stevens lives in an ancient cottage in Hertfordshire, which sounds like it's in the depths of the countryside, but really isn't (because the green bits keep getting built on!)
Berni spent four years at art college in Sussex before starting her first job in publishing as a book cover and promotions designer and then solely as a book cover designer for many of the big London publishers. She's now freelance, and designs for both publishers and many self-published authors. Although she still makes sure to leave time for her writing, and various hobbies. Berni was a finalist for the RNA Cover Designer of the Year Award both in 2021 and 2023.
With the re-appearance of the Romantasy genre ... a new paranormal romance has finally broken free – Bad Moon Rising – the third book in the Immortals of London series.
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This
is an extract from Bad Moon Rising by Berni Stevens.
Justice ... the Pack way ...
‘These
are the creatures I believe are responsible for the attack on our house, the
murder of our father – your Alpha – together with the murder of a human woman,
the murder of Morris, and the drugging and kidnap of my woman – from my
own garden.’ The last part was said with a growl.
One
of the men being held fast by two others sagged in their hold and shook his
head.
‘Something
to say?’ Stevie asked quietly, moving towards him. ‘Speak now; it could be your
only chance.’
‘None
of it was my idea.’ The man continued shaking his head. ‘And I didn’t kill
anyone.’
‘Whether
you struck any of the killing blows or not, you did nothing to prevent them
being killed.’
‘Kill
the lot of them,’ shouted someone from the Pack. ‘Scum.’
‘We
will take a vote on that,’ said Jamie, now walking forward to stand with his
brother.
Grimes
suddenly broke free from the men holding him and fell to the ground, writhing
and snarling as he attempted to change. The silver handcuffs prevented a full
change, yet he continued to writhe on the ground, spittle flying from a human
mouth filled with wolf’s teeth.
‘You
don’t get to kill me!’ he growled in his hoarse voice.
The
two men who’d been holding Grimes, grabbed him again, but then all hell broke
loose. All around, Pack members began to transform. Shadowy figures collapsed
to the ground and snarls filled the air as wolf attacked wolf.
Stevie
fought against the change with all his strength and noticed Jamie was striving
to do the same.
‘Back
away from the Pack,’ he shouted. ‘Get back towards Will.’
They
both ran back to Will, who immediately stood in front of them with Ellie safely
out of sight behind. His cool presence would surely help to calm the brothers
and stave off the change.
Beads
of sweat broke out on Stevie’s forehead, and his breath rasped out as he panted
and fought the instinct to change. He kept his concentration solely on Will,
who stood tall, hands on hips, his green eyes blazing with an almost red fire
in their depths, and his long dark hair blowing back in the wind. He looked
every inch the demonic warrior; one no sane wolf would dare mess with.
Except
for one black wolf, who appeared to have no such compunction – or sanity – as
he bounded towards Will, his jaws drooling spittle as he bared huge yellowing
teeth and threw misshapen, broken handcuffs back into the seething crowd.
Will
merely grabbed Grimes by the throat and snarled back. ‘An ugly creature in
either form,’ he said, and snapped the wolf’s neck with one contemptuous flick
as if it were merely a twig. He dropped the lifeless body to the ground.
‘Would
anyone else care to visit?’ he offered, holding his arms out wide. ‘I am
feeling the need to take revenge for the murder of my good friend Jonathan
Vane.’
After
a split second of silence, three more huge wolves leapt from the now seething
Pack towards Will.
‘Those
loyal to us stay back,’ yelled Stevie. ‘Reverse the change – NOW!’ A slavering
wolf knocked him to the ground, but Will dragged him off. Holding him aloft
with ease, he threw the wolf to the ground and stood on his neck. Stevie’s four
lieutenants, still in human form, grabbed the other two, holding them as they
snarled and spat at their captors.
‘Do
you want any of these three alive?’ Will asked Stevie. ‘I thought not.’ He
answered his own question, and hauling up the huge wolf, he promptly broke its
neck. He grinned at Stevie, ‘The next two are yours my friend.’
One
of the huge wolves being held suddenly broke free and launched itself at Will.
Stevie ran towards it, his knife raised, when a blur of movement brought the
beast to the ground and a sudden death, courtesy of a sharp silver blade –
wielded by Ellie. She gave Will a cheeky grin as she stood up and licked the
blade clean, before slipping it back into the sheath on the belt around her
tiny waist.
Will
looked amused and bowed his head in thanks towards the slight figure of his
wife. He moved closer to cradle her face in his hands and kiss her on the lips,
then turned back to Stevie.
‘I
stand corrected,’ he said with a smile, pointing at the lone wolf struggling
against the men who held him. ‘That one is yours.’
