Books and Banter: November 2024

Howling at the Moon
The Mystic Museum Series
By Loc Glin
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 21,593
Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Categories: Erotic Romance, Ménage a Trois/Quatre (MFMM), Paranormal, Shape-shifter, HEA

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BLURB:
Carolyn, lonely and heartbroken after being dumped by yet another boyfriend who told her she needs to loosen up in bed, escapes her empty apartment. On the night of a full moon she visits Minerva’s Mystic Museum.

Minerva recognizes her pain and provides her with the opportunity to change her life. The full moon has chosen Carolyn as a mystic walker.

Carolyn’s dormant sexuality is awakened by three handsome shape-shifters. Jacob, caring and nurturing, lures her into his world. Milo, impetuous and rough, awakens unknown desire. Sven, cold and reserved, tests her mettle. Will she choose to walk on the wild side with the wolf pack and become their female? Will she be able to convince Sven that she is worthy and should be given the opportunity to join the pack? Will Sven’s fear of losing another mate destroy the future of the pack? Or will Carolyn choose to return to the normal life she’d come to see as her due?

Here is the premise for the Mystic Museum Series

Minerva’s Mystic Museum is located in New York City. Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny. Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives.

TEASER / EXCERPT:

“Just stay close to me,” Jacob said. “Milo, we’ll meet at Larson’s Point in two hours. Keep your radio on.”

“I copy that,” Milo said as he headed in a northerly direction.

“You and I will head to the west,” Jacob said.

The late-afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting shadows and mystical sunbeams through their branches. Without their mission, it would have been a romantic walk. The birds sent messages to each other through the still air. The air was fragrant with the smell of decaying leaves and the budding growth of a new season.

“I’ve forgotten how peaceful the woods are,” Carolyn said.

“So, you are used to the outdoors?”

“It’s been a long time, but yeah, I grew up in Kentucky. It was a small town and very rural. My parents had to drive me to the road for the school bus.”

“I think they do that around here, too.”

“I miss those days,” she said wistfully.

“So, you liked school?”

“Yes, I did, and I saw it as a way out. I did well enough in school to get a scholarship to a college. Now I’m a nurse in New York City.”

“New York? How did you get here?” He turned to her.

“I thought you knew the answer to that.” She looked at him expectantly.

“I saw you sitting there. I thought you were some kind of the vision, or a figment of my imagination. But then you came to me.” He looked at her intently and then looked away. “I’m not going to question how or why. I’m going to accept and enjoy it. Do you still want to leave?” He ventured a sideways glance at her.

“Not so much anymore. But if I stay, I’ll have to find some work.”

“There’s a hospital in Truckee. That’s not too far.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Milo and I want you to stay. We know you are meant for us.”

“What about Sven?”