Today, we're welcoming author Julia Matthews to FB3X to promote her new book, Red Moon Circle.
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Human-Skinned
Wolves
Book 2
RELEASES EXCLUSIVELY ON KINDLE
MAY 11, 2015
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| Cover designed by Adrienne Wilder |
Twenty plus years of
seclusion has Christian Moon wondering if the sign his father promised would
ever come. He had no idea what it would be; he did know why it would come. To
free the werewolves, he was destined to lead, from the chaos his brother cursed
upon the Indian Moon Area when he took control. Not only would the werewolves
be free; he’d be able to gain some revenge for his family’s unnecessary death.
Little did he know just how important the sign would truly be to him.
Brandon
Blaylock has had enough of being controlled by his family and hiding his true
self. When his lover of six years informs him he’s getting married, Brandon
decides it’s time he lives his life for himself. Not an easy decision,
specially when you’ll be moving all the way to the other side of the country to
face a bunch of unknowns.
Disclosure:
M/M/M Adult Paranormal Romance, e-book, with BDSM aspects.
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About Author Julia Matthews
Julia Matthews is a family oriented person,
more so since it’s only her and her parents. Oh, can’t forget the Bandit, a
fiery, over energized Shih Tzu and the old, lazy toy poodle, Sandy. Julia
spends most of her days sitting in front of the computer, creating new stories,
revising, and editing her next release.
Creative Spark Behind Red Moon Circle
The Red Moon Circle came to me while I was teaching myself how to work my Samsung Tablet camera. I’d snapped a photo of the night sky, but when checked the photo there was this huge red ring around the moon. Street lights can be a blessing in many more ways than safety. The picture sparked my creativity and the rest is as you say history, or in this case an amazing read.
Julia’s Interesting Fact about Red Moon Circle
Favorite character in Red Moon Circle is Brandon, a man who has determination to be his own person, no matter what is thrown his way.
Favorite scene is Brandon’s reaction to Christian and Don argument.
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Excerpt from
Red Moon Circle
Chapter 1
Brandon
stretched his legs out and watched a dark haired man walk over to the blond,
sitting at the table closest to the door. He turned the chair sideways and sat.
Few words were exchanged, but their body language told their story. Intense
staring didn’t appear to be hampered by background chatter or the soft hissing
of another cup of specialized coffee being created. The space between the guy’s
knees seemed to welcome home his woman. The woman scooted closer, yet never
touched. Lust hung in the air thicker than the late July humidity.
Brandon’s
deepest dream was to have someone who leaned in when speaking. Who showed
desire without touching and didn’t care if anyone saw. Love and affection
openly and freely given was such a stupid dream for a man leading a false life.
Why people thought money provided a smooth sailing
life is beyond me. Mine is rockier than a turbulent sea.
“Earth to
Brandon.” John waved his hand in front
of his face. “Where you at?”
And here is the latest crashing wave. “Right here, waiting for you so we can - - -”
“Can what?”
Sarah’s delicate voice cut Brandon off.
“Talk of
course.” Brandon shot John a questioning look.
Brandon’s
stomach lurched when John shrugged and wrapped an arm around Sarah.
There would never be anything concreted or publicly
between them.
He swallowed
the rising bile, because public opinion mattered most, according to his father.
John said something similar before, too bad he hadn’t listened. He should’ve
and prevented John from slamming it home a second time.
Numerous
private declaration of love would never outweigh family obligation. Brandon and
John were expected to have wives, produce children, and take over their
family’s business. He’d disagreed and John had.
Or so I thought.
The last two
years of their lives were devoted to their hidden relationship. Then John
announced he was getting married and his world fell apart.
“We’ve been
trying to set this up for a couple of weeks now.” Sarah grinned and rubbed
against John’s side.
Brandon hoped
the lack of communication would’ve made his lover change his mind. Looked like
that idea took a nosedive off a cliff, with Brandon’s heart along side it. Life
wasn’t worth anything without someone beside you.
Fate’s intervention would be nice.
“Sarah has
pestered me to death about meeting my best friend.”
Brandon
started to cross his arms, but John nailed him with his renowned tight lip,
straight-line smile reserved employees who dared think they knew better than
him.
“Nice to meet
you.” Brandon extended his hand. What a
load of crap. If anyone knew about the nights John and I curled up in each
other’s arms after a couple rounds of lovemaking, they’d trip over their own
laughter.
“Same to you.
It’s amazing to put a face with the name.” Sarah elbowed John. “Snuggle Bear
talks about you constantly.”
Funny, Snuggle Bear never mentioned you. Brandon thought them exclusive. What had caused his lover to stray?
He’d been such a fool to . . .
John reached
for his wallet and said, “Sarah dear, how about getting us some drinks.” He
handed her a twenty and watched until she reached the counter then faced
Brandon. “What the fuck you doing?
“Nothing.”
Brandon forced himself to relax and focus on the movement around him.
“You’re acting
like a bitch. Stop it before you out us both. Fuck, that’s it. You want to
destroy my life.”
The couple
from earlier glanced his way as they gathered their trash. Brandon leaned
closer and through gritted teeth said, “If you keep shouting, you’re going to
draw more attention than I ever could.” Brandon leaned back in his chair, but
bit his jaw to maintain a public worthy tone. “What good would destroying your
life do? Won’t bring back the last two years of mine. Will it? Nope, only
brings more pain.”
“What’s that
mean?”
“This is not
the place to have this conversation.” Brandon let his eyes roam the room again;
glad no one else was focused on them. John had a temper and a half when he was
worked up. More than once his father had stepped in and paid people off. There
were too many here for him to buy. Looked like he’d have to be the one to rein
John in.
“Damn it, tell
me.”
Fuck, Lover Thief is coming back and John won’t relax
until he get’s his damn answer. If she hadn’t disrupted our lives, he wouldn’t
need calming. So not the place for this conversation and I sure as hell don’t
want her around for it.
He sighed and
said, “Fine, means remembering all those small tokens of affection you left on
the six of each month. Why would you remind me of the day we admitted loving
each other if you were screwing around? Is she the only . . .
“Here we go,”
Sarah sat down a paper drink tray and passed them out as if it was an everyday
occurrence for her to walk upon John and him in a heated discussion.
Shit, she was just another money-grubbing woman, who
sank fingernails into whatever rich man she could. Time to leave before I
explode.
Brandon
plastered a fake smile on his face, nodded his thanks, and pushed the drink
towards John. “He’ll have to drink mine. I can’t stay. Good luck on your
upcoming marriage.”
“Uh, thanks,
but you can’t leave yet.” Sarah’s face shined and she nudged John.
What a bitch. How dare her tell me I can’t leave. I
will do a hell of a lot more if I sit here and chat with my ex-lover’s fiancé.
“We want you
to help pick the tuxes you and Snuggle Bear will wear.” Sarah rubbed John’s
shoulder. “Snuggle Bear says you hate wearing them.”
Brandon
shifted wide eyes toward John. John’s tiny smile let Brandon know Sarah hadn’t
been joking. The skin around Brandon’s fingers tightened as his fingernails dug
into his palm. His waist twisted and . . .
Who deserves the sting of my blow? John? Sarah? Lord
forbid, I couldn’t hit a woman. Hell, I couldn’t hit anyone. Maybe the wall or
table should bare the brunt of my rage.
Brandon
quirked his eyebrow, which didn’t seem to phase Sarah, but he knew a blatant
disregard when he saw one. You truly are
a dimwitted, movie-style blonde.
“I want an
idea of color and theme from each member of the wedding party.”
Okay, she’s insane on top of everything else. Why in
the hell did she think I’d participate in planning John’s wedding? No fucking
chance. Not happening while I’m breathing. I will not remain in the same town
while John settles down and has his perfect, little pretend life.
“Kingston, Ontario.” 
T. Strange didn't want to learn how to read, but literacy prevailed and she hasn't stopped reading—or writing—since. She's been published with Torquere Press since 2013, and she writes M/M romance in multiple genres, including paranormal and BDSM. T.'s other interests include cross stitching, gardening, watching terrible horror movies, playing video games, and finding injured pigeons to rescue. Originally from White Rock, BC, she lives on the Canadian prairies, where she shares her home with her wife, cats, guinea pigs and other creatures of all shapes and sizes. She's very easy to bribe with free food and drinks—especially wine.
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