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Synopsis
Beneath a hunter's moon blood turns from crimson to black . . . Leigh Tyler was once a kindergarten teacher with big dreams. Then her worst mistake came back to haunt her, brutally taking away everything she loved. Now she is a hunter, a Jager-Sucher, and her specialty is werewolves. She is determined to make the world safe for other starry-eyed dreamers. But, for her, love is no longer an option. She is called to small-town Wisconsin, where a bigger, badder, better beast is doing her work for her. Life is getting dangerous, and it doesn't help that she's been assigned a trainee. People are going to get killed and she can only hope she isn't one of them. Leigh isn't done killing things yet. Damien Fitzgerald, a drifter with a questionable past, intrigues her. Every moment with him brings back feelings she thought she'd buried, along with dangerous urges. When she gave up love, she also gave up sex. But Damien makes her think that maybe, just maybe, that was a mistake. Still, people who hang around her too long usually wind up dead, and she can't live with more souls on her conscience. Then Leigh comes face to face with her past, and the only way to save herself, Damien, the town, the world is to triumph over an evil no one else has ever vanquished before.
Synopsis
Beneath a hunter's moon blood turns from crimson to black . . .
Once upon a time they called me Ms. Tyler, Leigh to my friends. I was a kindergarten teacher who dreamed of love, children and that clich picket fence. Then my worst mistake came back and brutally took away everything I ever loved.
Mistakes . . . they can haunt you. Until you make them stop.
I became a hunter, a Jager-Sucher. Specialty: Werewolves. My starry-eyed dreams might be dead, but that doesn't mean everyone else's has to be. But now there's a bigger, badder beast in town and it's doing my work for me.
Distractions can be deadly and Damien Fitzgerald, a drifter with a questionable past is the ultimate distraction. When I gave up love, I gave up sex. Damien makes me wonder if maybe, just maybe, that was a mistake. However people who hang around me too long wind up dead, and I can't live with any more souls on my conscience.
In the end, the only way to save anyone, including myself, is to come face-to-face with my past. But am I strong enough to triumph over an evil no one else has ever vanquished before?