Under the Full Moon (Crimson Romance) Read Online Free PDF

Places that hadn’t been tender in a long time.
    Damien shifted closer and his morning woody rubbed against her hip.
    Their early morning visitors proved to be a serious downer as Damien’s erection brushed her again.
    “Did I hear Beth?” Even though it was his morning scratchy voice, it sent shivers through her.
    “Sadly, yes.” She wanted nothing more to ignore the people out ransacking her refrigerator and help Damien with what continued to prod her proactively. Damn. All it would take was to push her rear end back a bit, wiggle and …
    “Mind if I borrow your shower?”
    “Uh, no. Not at all.” Good lord but the man caused her to become overly hormonal.
    “Damien, I meant what I said before. Please make yourself at home.”
    His expression at her words melted her heart. So appreciative and stunned. Like he really didn’t believe how much she wanted him in her life. He kissed the bridge of her nose then slid out of bed and headed for the shower in all his naked glory. A few seconds later a shocked yowl bellowed from the bathroom.
    “Is the hot water not working?” Her funky acting water heater must be on the fritz again.
    “I’m afraid I needed cold this morning.”
    “Why? Oh … uh, I understand.” Cringing at what she pretty much understood to be an uncomfortable situation, she dressed and headed out to Beth, Moss, and hopefully a steaming mug of coffee. It was the least she expected at the early and ill-timed intrusion.
    Ten minutes later Damien joined them, looking every bit as disgruntled as she. She bit back the laugh that threatened to spill. Moss raised an eyebrow to Damien, which she knew meant he understood and sympathized. Then Moss’s turned and nodded in Beth’s general direction, clearly indicating the decision to arrive so early had been of Beth’s choice.
    God bless her niece and her concern, but man, Grace plotted a serious girl talk with her later. If she and Damien had any kind of chance, they’d need their privacy. Deep down Grace was a little concerned about how Damien would feel when she told him about her witchcraft background and her store. No doubt the man hated any and all magic after his past with Octavia. But the differences between what Octavia performed and what was naturally within the women in Grace’s family line were large and vast. Still, he knew they had some magic in their blood, but she couldn’t be sure if he related to just how deep the magic ran or about her store, Whimsical Notions. Her pride and joy.
    When she’d arrived during his battle with Octavia and used her magic to help he, Moss, and Beth escape, he’d seemed fine. Of course they had just met and odds were he was polite enough not to harp over the use of magic with the woman who rescued them, via her magic. Far too much happened and too quickly for her to ever bring up Whimsical Notions. Until now.
Maybe.
    Her little shop sold everything from new standard tarot cards to antique sets found at estate sales. Crystals, candles and books.
    Lots and lots of books. Not just on crafts but on every topic she’d managed to get her hands on. Granted she was biased, but she loved the warm atmosphere the place set off.
    She’d bought the abandoned house on Main Street shortly after Henry was legally declared dead. She’d hoped the shop would bring her some form of peace. Indeed, it had become her haven of refuge in so many wonderful ways.
    “I think I’ll make a trip into the swamp later,” Moss blurted after draining the last drop of coffee from his mug.
    “No, please. With more whack-a-doodles running amok, I don’t like the idea of you in there.” Beth stood, clearly agitated at the thought of her man heading back into what she considered the danger zone.
    “I’ll go with him. I’d like to find that kid Trick again. I’ve got some questions and I think he may have some answers,” Damien offered.
    Grace stayed quiet. Deep down she didn’t want either man heading back in, not knowing who may