Full Moon

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Copyright ©
2014 W.J. May & Chrissy Peebles

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reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in
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work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and
incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are
used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked
status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this
work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The
publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated
with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

Read 2 different books from 2 different Fantasy (romance)
series. We
hope you enjoy the books you are
about to read and meet some new characters to love!

In book 1, An ancient journal, a Sioghra necklace and a
special mark force life-altering decisions for a girl who grew up
unprepared to fight for her life or others.

BOOK TRAILER
:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-_vVYC1gvo

In book 2, His precious touch could prove deadly…

BOOK
TRAILER
:
http://youtu.be/4eMF8KXEUc4

BOOK I

Seventh Mark

Hidden Secrets
Saga

By

W. J. May

Like most
teenagers, Rouge is trying to figure out who she is and what she
wants to be. With little knowledge about her past, she has
questions but has never tried to find the answers. Everything
changes when she befriends a strangely intoxicating family.
Siblings Grace and Michael, appear to have secrets which seem
connected to Rouge. Her hunch is confirmed when a horrible incident
occurs at an outdoor party. Rouge may be the only one who can find
the answer.
An ancient journal, a Sioghra necklace and a special mark force
life-altering decisions for a girl who grew up unprepared to fight
for her life or others.
All secrets have a cost and Rouge’s determination to find the truth
can only lead to trouble…or something even more sinister.
*Warning: There are werewolves in this story... and they are not
friendly.*
** Warning #2: This book will end on a cliffhanger. Book 2 picks up
where this book ends.**

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BOOK II

Crush

The Crush
Saga

By

Chrissy
Peebles

This is book one of a four book, young adult, vampire
series.
The Crush Saga Book Trailer:
http://youtu.be/4eMF8KXEUc4

His precious touch could prove
deadly…
When Taylor Sparks moves from New York City to Big Bear Lake,
California, her life is forever changed when she meets a hot guy
with winter-blue eyes named Jesse. Their attraction is instant, the
chemistry undeniable. But sadly, things aren't adding up. Taylor
wonders what her 'crush' is hiding. When her new friend, Fred tells
her his suspicions about Jesse being a paranormal creature, Taylor
laughs. But when Fred turns up dead, she believes every warning he
ever told her.
Taylor is shocked to learn that Big Bear Lake isn't just glittering
lakes, towering pines, and breathtaking mountains...there's
more...way more than meets the eye.
Will Taylor dive into a paranormal world she knows nothing about?
To be with the one her heart can’t live without?

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THIS IS THE END OF THE INTRODUCTION.

Seventh Mark – Part 1

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Seventh Mark

Hidden Secrets
Saga

By

W. J. May

Copyright 2013
W.J. May

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reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in
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or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording,
or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the
copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

This is a work
of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents
are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead,
events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The author
acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various
products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used
without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not
authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark
owners.

All rights
reserved.

Copyright 2013
by W.J. May

Cover design
by W.J. May

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without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations
embodied in articles and reviews.

Acknowledgments

To my husband
and kids – Love you and all our crazy ways. I wouldn’t change it
for anything!

Proper
thanks—with jumping up and down cheering, waving hands and shouting
at the top of my lungs needs to be sent out to:

Dawn Dowdle,
my amazing agent who is the agent above all agents. So proud to be
part of her team!

Patrick
Griffith, who blows my mind with his talent on creating covers.
Double thank you!

Chrissy
Peebles, for being such a great writing buddy and always available
and willing to help. Thank for you for pushing met to get this
story out, I’d have never done it without you.

Regina
Mitchell, a lovely editor who I have no idea how she finds the time
to edit so fast.

And above all
else, to my Lord and Saviour who gave me this wild imagination.

Chapter
1

Ear buds stuffed in, I cranked the volume on my iPod and
clicked my exercise shuffle. I jogged down the gravel driveway and
turned to follow the last bit of sunset.
If only I could draw or paint…

Crossing an intersection, I headed left and let my legs carry
me away from the small houses, run-down yards, cracked door screens
and broken-down cars into a block of bigger houses. The lawns
rolled further away from the sidewalk and the houses grew farther
apart.
Maybe one day I’ll buy a place like
this.
I snorted at the thought.

Even though I’d never admit it to anyone, a part of me is
cursed. Like poison running through my veins, I’ve always believed
it would catch up with me.
I didn’t know
the whys or hows, but deep down it seemed inevitable.

Except now
fate intervened, and for once in my life, thank goodness. If it
hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here, in this awesome place on the other side
of the country. The whole curse thing was probably just in my
head.

I gazed straight in front, between the old giant trees lining
the roads. The jagged pink and white peaks reflected snow from the
remains of the setting sun made me appreciate the beauty of
nature.
West coast, oh yeah!
I smiled, unable to keep the giddiness inside.
I’d lived all my life in Niagara Falls, but this—words couldn’t
begin to describe this beauty.

Inhaling real
fresh pine scent, not the kind from cleaning agents from the past
two days, I savoured the moment. If Family and Children Services
hadn’t approved Jim and Sally’s request, I wouldn’t be seeing real
mountains for the first time. As quick as the bubble came up, it
burst.

Next January
I’d be eighteen and no longer at the benefit of the government. Jim
and Sally were decent foster parents, but they also made it clear
they couldn’t afford to help me with college. I quickened my pace.
I didn’t want to think about where I might be in a year.

You’ll be on your own…no family. Nothing. Unwanted
again.
The imaginary little devil on my
left shoulder laughed at me.

Music shouted
in my ear, “You’re supposed to be alone. Alone…lone…lone…” I
glanced at my left shoulder and pretended to flick the imaginary
devil off, nearly crashing into the old high-stoned wall lining the
neighborhood. Regaining my balance and focus, I pulled the iPod out
of my pocket and skipped to the next song.

Street lights flickered on. My eyes had grown accustomed to
the darkness without even letting my brain know
.
I should turn around before it’s
completely black.
Didn’t want to be out on
my own when I barely knew the area.

A gap ahead in
the high wall caught my attention. Curiosity won. Instead of
heading back, I pushed forward. A public park entrance came into
view. Heavy black iron gates led me onto a smooth paved entrance. A
large raised garden split the road in two.