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Magic Under the Witching Moon. Two-Natured London 5.5.
Magic Under the Witching Moon. Two-Natured London 5.5.
Magic Under the Witching Moon. Two-Natured London 5.5.
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Human DS Adrian Moore believes he has learned everything there is to learn about the two-natured around him. But when a naked, moon-worshipping goddess shows up in his bedroom night after night, he admits he has no idea what to make of it. Other than that he wants her with maddening lust.

Having escaped black witches keeping her and her coven sisters captive, Raven Fontaine finds safe haven with Adrian—in form of a cat. If only the full moon wouldn’t force her back into human every night, things would be perfect. Although, she has to admit that her human form fits his form rather pleasantly.

The need to get her coven sisters freed forces Raven to confide in Adrian, who is more than capable of helping her. But the black witches are on her tail—literally. Can he keep her safe? And what does it mean when a New York cop starts to think that London might be home after all, as long as he has a certain witch by his side?

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PublisherSusanna Shore
Release dateJan 28, 2016
ISBN9789527061183
Magic Under the Witching Moon. Two-Natured London 5.5.
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Susanna Shore

Susanna Shore is a historian turned author. She writes Two-Natured London paranormal romance series, P.I. Tracy Hayes mysteries, The Reed Files crime capers, and House of Magic paranormal cozies, as well as stand-alone thrillers and contemporary romances.

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    Magic Under the Witching Moon. Two-Natured London 5.5. - Susanna Shore

    Magic under the Witching Moon

    Two-Natured London 5.5

    Susanna Shore

    Magic under the Witching Moon. Two-Natured London 5.5.

    Copyright © 2016 A. K. S. Keinänen

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogues and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organisations or persons, living or dead, except those in public domain, is entirely coincidental.

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    Two-Natured London Series

    The Wolf’s Call

    Warrior’s Heart

    A Wolf of Her Own

    Her Warrior for Eternity

    A Warrior for a Wolf

    Magic under the Witching Moon

    Moonlight, Magic and Mistletoes

    Crimson Warrior

    Magic on the Highland Moor

    Wolf Moon

    P.I. Tracy Hayes Series

    Tracy Hayes, Apprentice P.I.

    Tracy Hayes, P.I. and Proud

    Tracy Hayes, P.I. to the Rescue

    Tracy Hayes, P.I. with the Eye

    Tracy Hayes, from P.I. with Love

    Tracy Hayes, Tenacious P.I.

    Tracy Hayes, Valentine of a P.I.

    Thrillers

    Personal

    The Assassin

    Contemporary Romances

    At Her Boss’s Command

    It Happened on a Lie

    To Catch a Billionaire Dragon

    Which Way to Love?

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Eighteen

    About the Author

    Moonlight, Magic and Mistletoes, Excerpt

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    Chapter One

    Adrian Moore stared at the two large bags that contained most of what he owned. Who knew his life would fit in such a small space? On one hand, it made things easier when he broke up with his girlfriend of four years. On the other hand, he probably should have more to show for those four years than this.

    Then again, he had brought only some photos and clothes with him when he followed Nora to England, and he hadn’t really settled into their life in London during the past seven months. The apartment—or flat as they called it here—was owned by Nora’s employer, and it had come fully furnished. He hadn’t needed to buy anything.

    He was a cop. What did he understand of furniture and décor anyway?

    Nora had always found his lack of sophistication a bit of an embarrassment, especially when they were with their—her—cultured friends. But nobody really learned to talk about Shakespeare or whatever growing up in the rougher end of Queens. Or how to dress up properly. The one brown suit he wore to work was at least five years old but he liked it. The suit that Nora had made him buy—so that he would look more the thing among the bankers and lawyers of her firm—was fine and fit him well, but he couldn’t wear it to work; he would’ve got the living crap beaten out of him for showing off. So he never did.

    Nora took that as a deliberate insult. It probably was—what did he know? Yet he hadn’t taken the suit with him when he left.

    In hindsight, he should have called it quits when Nora told him she was transferred to London, should have stayed in New York. But his partner of two years in the NYPD had died in a drug raid and he had needed a change. Moving to England with her had seemed like an honourable choice. It wasn’t running away, it was relocating and getting to know the British way of policing.

    And there was a lot to learn, from the basics up. Firearms were only carried by a special branch here, which had been a bit of a shock to him. But he had adjusted. As he had adjusted to cases that had supernatural elements in them, like domestic disturbances with tiger-shifters, or murders by black magic. Domestic cases weren’t usually handled by Major Investigation Teams—homicide in US parlance—but his partner was special, so they got their share of those too.

    His decision to join the Metropolitan Police Service was, ironically, the main reason for their breakup. Nora was ashamed of having a DS as a partner when all her colleagues dated lawyers and bankers. She had hoped he would seek other employment when in England, one that came with a hefty paycheck. Couldn’t they at least have made you a DI? You were a lieutenant there, was one of her favourite gripes.

    Couldn’t they at least have given you a human partner? was another.

    The past few months he had spent longer hours at the station than necessary, ‘polishing up his paperwork’, and ‘familiarising himself with British law and policing customs’. More often than not, Nora hadn’t been home when he finally came there, having gone out with her more ‘posh’ friends.

    The breakup had been a long time coming. They had been drifting apart even before they moved to London. These last seven months had simply been the inevitable swansong. Though it still surprised him how little it troubled him. He felt light-hearted even. Content.

    Hefting the not-so-heavy bags on his shoulder, he wondered where he should head next. Despite all the signs, the final decision to move out had been a spontaneous act after a stupid, pointless fight, and he didn’t have a place to stay. With no better plan, he headed to the closest subway—tube—station. He would go to work. There was an extra bed in the back room at the station. He could stay there for a couple of nights while he figured out what to do next.

    ***

    You’re looking rumpled.

    DI Philippa Audley was studying Adrian with a critical eye. She was a tiny, attractive woman with blond pixie-cut hair and a no-nonsense attitude. Her tailor-made suit was always perfectly pressed, and her shirt clean.

    When he was first assigned to work with her, he had been sure that a woman that young and small couldn’t possibly survive long in the Serious Crime Command. He had wanted to ask for another partner; he had lost the previous one to bullets and wasn’t looking forward to losing another.

    He was glad he hadn’t spoken up. Turned out she was almost a two-hundred-year-old vampire and had survived as a cop for almost a century of that, and all that without firearms. She didn’t need any. She had magic. Literally.

    Not that she needed to resort to that all that often either. She might be small, but she had more than her share of gravitas. People responded to her with respect.

    Coming from the States, he’d had no experience with vampires—or shifters for that matter. Of the three two-natured species, they only had sentients over there, and they were almost ordinary humans. He’d had no idea what to expect, but the learning curve had been steep and fast. Their first night together had included enraged shifters, overbearing vampires, and a murder through black magic.

    By the end of their first month together, she had survived the death of her previous partner and being used as a sacrifice in a black magic ritual. He couldn’t have done that. In short order he had learned to respect her, and he was happy to work with her.

    Pippa was another issue that had come between him and Nora. Nora hated her and what she represented. Vampires … they should all be killed, had been her most PC-rated opinion. He had his own past as a bigot and a bully, but he had grown up and over such behaviour. He had little sympathy for her opinions.

    Standing before his boss now, Adrian checked his clothes. The brown suit was clean enough, but perhaps he could have changed his shirt. He brushed his chin in a self-conscious gesture and felt the stubble there. Perhaps he should have shaved better too.

    Yeah, well…

    What’s going on? You’re usually neat like a pin, the Navy shining off you.

    Marines, actually. And nothing important. But Pippa gave him her well-honed death-glare he was unable to withstand. He sighed. Nora and I broke up. I don’t have a place to stay so I’ve been crashing in the backroom for a couple of … eight … days now. Had it really been so long already? No wonder he looked rumpled.

    Pippa’s glare softened to almost sympathetic. She wasn’t one for expressing finer emotions. I’m sorry to hear that. Are you holding up?

    Yeah. I’m not heartbroken or any such shit. I’m more inconvenienced. The apartment belongs to her employer, so naturally I was the one who moved out. But I’ve been too busy to look for a new place. One that he could afford. He couldn’t exactly live in Chelsea anymore on a cop’s salary, but the rest of London wasn’t cheap either.

    I have a flat you can stay.

    He felt uneasy. I don’t want any charity.

    Mary Moore’s son stood on his own two feet. Or tried to anyway, but Pippa’s death-glare returned, nearly making him quake in his pants—trousers. You got funny looks from people if you called them pants here.

    He had survived the Marines and a stint in Iraq with some really nasty commanding officers, but none of them had managed to draw quite the same reaction from him as Pippa when she glared.

    It’s not charity. It’s a practical solution for a genuine problem. You need a place and I have one.

    As long as you let me pay the rent.

    She sneered. Of course you’ll pay. Vampires haven’t become insanely wealthy by letting their chums live at their expense.

    He wasn’t entirely convinced she meant it, but that evening he followed her to the apartment she owned. Bring your bags, she ordered him when they were leaving. "One way or another, you won’t be sleeping here

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