Voodoo Moon: A Moon Sisters Novel
(Paranorm World Book 1)
A sinister magic is sweeping across Nash City…
To Fiona Moon, it’s just another day at work. And some days, well, they’re a helluva lot worse than others. As a member of the elite Black Blade Guard, Fiona is tasked with hunting down the most-dangerous Paranorm criminals. To find out who is kidnapping mages and sucking the life energy from their bodies, she has to work with the one man that embodies everything she despises.
Master Necromancer Ian Barroes, a rich professor of Necromantic Studies, wants only one thing in this world… Fiona.
They each hold secrets that could destroy them, but ones that could also be the key to destroying the evil Voodoo priest, Bokor. They must learn to trust each other and track down Bokor before more innocent lives are lost. When Fiona becomes a target of the evil madman, she is lured into his trap. Now, she and Ian have to fight for survival… and their very souls.
Release Date: February 10, 2015
ISBN: paperback 978-1-63422-021-7
ebook: 978-1-63422-022-4
AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK & EBOOK
About the Paranorm World
Two hundred years ago the world was very different. It was an age of technology and prosperity. There were more than 7 billion people on earth. Magic and paranormal beings were relegated to fiction and myth. In the Technological Age Year 2012 the Earth experienced a natural phenomena which we now call the Cataclysm. There was a polar shift in which the earth’s natural magnetic poles shifted. The polar shift caused a series of natural disasters that changed the landscape of the world. Earthquakes, hurricanes, blizzards, tornadoes, and tsunamis pounded the world leaving devastation and death. Whole cities and even states were leveled by earthquakes and swallowed by the sea. The melting of the polar ice caps caused flooding.
Society collapsed. Major cities were leveled by disasters, power plants and refineries were destroyed. The basic infrastructure of the country disintegrated. There was no longer any electricity, public water systems no longer worked. Food supplies dwindled as there was no longer enough gasoline for shipping. At first the government tried to keep order with police and military. But as more and more disasters destroyed major cities and even the capital of the United States, the government crumbled. With no government to pay or command them there was no longer an army or even police forces. Riots abounded, destroying as much property as the disasters.
Disasters killed more than half the population in just a few years. Over the next five decades famine, disease, and war killed millions more. Humanities only chance for survival was reliant on those who had long ago become outcasts and myths. Humans who through natural evolution, genetics, or viruses had preternatural abilities.
In the ruins of the old civilization, a new one rose up. One that blends technology and magic. One where paranormal beings like mages, vampires and werebeasts live side by side with normal humans.
Excerpt
“This wasn’t done by a necromancer.” Ian’s voice was tight.
“No?” Fiona’s voice was filled with barely veiled sarcasm.
“I realize you are skeptical. You believe in what you can see or feel. That because you cannot see or feel the energy of spirits, you don’t believe in them.”
“No, that is not true. I’m a mage, Ian. My power lies in feeling energy around me, even energy others cannot feel or manipulate. I believe the energy of the dead remains, and can communicate with mages with certain powers—necromancers.
“What I do not believe is that all who say they are necromancers, actually are. What I don’t believe is that those who are necromancers always tell the truth. I think they prey on people who are vulnerable and willing to pay anything for a connection with a dead loved one. I think that practice has been going on for hundreds of years… and it’s not likely to stop.”
“After all the years you’ve spent working with me and other necromancers, why do you still have such a poor view of us? I can’t think of any case that would cause you to feel that way.”
“I hate necromancers because one killed my mother.”
She’d said the words calmly, as if she were saying, “The sky is blue.” A calm, factual statement. Her face was devoid of emotion.
His mind spun, trying to remember what he knew about Malaina Hernandez and her death. He’d made it his business to know the professional background of any Blade or City Guard he worked with, though his interest in Fiona’s history had been a bit more personal. He had full security clearance within the Blades and had read her mother’s file long ago. From what he remembered, Malaina had been killed taking down a smuggling and slaving gang. The same gang killed her husband nearly seven years before, only Malaina had managed to take down the ringleaders before she’d died. Ian didn’t remember the mention of a necromancer in the files.
“A necromancer killed your mother?” He did his best to keep his voice casual. He wasn’t sure how to approach the subject, and was a little surprised she had.
“Well, she wasn’t really a necromancer, and she didn’t shove the sword through my mother’s body, but for all intents and purposes, she killed her. She, and others like her, stole my mother’s life long before the blood pumped out onto the ground.” Her voice was cold, hard steel.
Though her voice was steady and her face blank, he could see the sorrow of old grief in her eyes. Fiona was not the sharing type, and other than last night in his bed, it was the first time she’d allowed him a glimpse of real emotion. If he pried, she could shut down.
If Ian had a weakness, other than his all-consuming desire for Fiona that had not yet been slaked, it was his unfailing curiosity. His curious nature was what drew him to books and learning. It was even what made him teach, because even as he taught his students, he was constantly learning from them. That natural eagerness to know the unknown paired with his feelings for Fiona created a lethal combination.
He wanted to know everything about her, what made her happy, what made her sad, all the ways to make her gasp and moan. He knew as much about her past as any outsider could, but that was all academic. Facts. Even though he lived his life by facts, he knew that there was so much more to life, more to knowing Fiona. Right now, something about her mother’s death, that had nothing to do with the public facts, was upsetting her. His need to know more worked against him, until he had to ask her about it. Though he knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t help himself.
“How did a necromancer cause your mother to die?” He wasn’t sure how else to put the question, but once it was said, he knew it had been the wrong thing to say.
Her eyes flashed with anger. “Look, Barroes, just because we are sleeping together doesn’t mean you get to stick your nose into my life and ask about things that are none of your business.”
Reviews of Voodoo Moon
If I could describe in 3 words right now~ truly epic heroine!
— Missy, Miss Devours Delish Reads
If you enjoy a story that will keep you on the edge of your seat while pulling your heart in with each captivating word and breathtaking character, then look no further.
— Amber, The Wonderings of One Person Blog
Here’s everything I love in a book: Post-Apocalyptical, paranormal beings, magic, mystery, and of course, romance. Add to that soul-sucking beasts, zombies, and missing persons
and you get one heck of a story.
— Cara, Smile Somebody Loves You Book Blog
Freakin’. Loved. It.
— Michelle Pickett, author of “Unspeakable” and “PODs”
I was drawn into the narrative from the opening prologue, and I completely enjoyed it.
— Sara, Platypire Reviews
About June Stevens
June is a geek girl, fat chick, unrepentant romantic and bestselling romance author. While she writes in various subgenres all of her stories will always have one thing in common: Romance. Lots and lots of romance. June writes full time and is both independently and traditionally published. In her role as an indie author she is also a PR person, web designer, cover designer, graphic designer, marketing executive, small business owner, and all around June of All Trades.
When not working she can be found making jewelry, reading, cooking, or watching geeky movies with her husband and snuggling with her 5...YES 5, furbabies. Notice cleaning wasn't listed...
June Stevens is the pen name for DJ Westerfield.
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