A big massive hello to Berni Stevens. She’s here with the blog tour for her book, Bad Moon Rising.

Rock and roll relationships are complicated. They’re even worse when one of you is a werewolf.
Stevie Vane, nightclub manager of Dusk, prefers London’s nightlife to life in the pack — fewer claws, fewer challengers, far less bloodshed.

But when tragedy strikes, Stevie is forced back into a world where dominance of the pack is won by strength… and every weakness is punished. Some new members begin a brutal contest for control, and they soon discover his greatest weakness is Kat Matthews.

Kat’s band has just landed the best gig of their career at Dusk. And the instant chemistry between her and the charismatic manager is undeniable — but so are the secrets he’s keeping. Secrets that come with sharp teeth.

As the rival wolves close in and old grudges resurface, Stevie realises it isn’t just his pack at risk. It’s the woman he loves.

Witty, romantic, and gripping, Bad Moon Rising is the third book in The Immortals of London series– where feelings run wild and loyalty can cost you everything.

Berni has shared an extract with us today. We hope you enjoy it. 

*****beginning of extract*****

Stevie drops Kat home after their first date …

I released the seat belt and turned to face him. ‘It’s been great. Thanks, Stevie,’ I said.

He leaned forward to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. ‘It’s been more than a pleasure.’ He gently tilted my chin upwards and kissed me softly on the lips. My stomach did a strange kind of flip at his kiss and I looked into his eyes as he drew back.

‘When are you free again?’

‘Not until Monday. Are you working?’

He nodded. ‘Want to come and sit at my bar?’

‘Sure.’

‘I’ll pick you up at seven and we’ll grab something to eat on the way.’

‘See, there you go again – feeding me. I’ll never be able to resist you now.’

‘That’s the plan.’ He leaned in and kissed me again. Another gentle kiss, but a kiss with an underlying promise of passion. He cradled my face with his hand and dropped one more feathery kiss on my forehead. ‘Go inside, little rock chick, before I change my mind and kidnap you.’

‘I’m going, but only because I might let you.’

He gave his now-familiar throaty chuckle and leaned across me to open my door.

Sliding out of the car, I leaned back in the open doorway. ‘Goodnight, Mr Bartender. See you Monday.’

‘Count on it. I hope the gigs go well.’

I closed the door and he drove off. The tail lights of his car held my attention until they turned the corner at the bottom of the road. I hadn’t felt like a besotted teenager since … well … since Josh, actually.

‘And look how that turned out,’ I muttered to myself.

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