Julie Hall never imagined raising a Werewolf. Though her Werewolf genes are recessive, her son is far stronger than those who have come before him. Protecting him is first and foremost, most especially now that there are those intent on doing away with him. She can’t imagine as to why anyone would take the life of such a harmless being. Granted, Carson is far too different to truly know what he’ll be like later on in life. Nevertheless, she’ll do whatever is necessary to ensure her son’s survival.

From the moment you open up this book, the action doesn’t stop flowing. We’re thrown deep into the heart of Julie’s plight, watching her do everything possible to protect the child she’s brought into the world around her. This is a woman who knows almost nothing about the paranormal world. She was brought into it by accident and has been slowly learning how to navigate through the chaos that now surrounds her.

Sarah has taken this paranormal world a step further, broadening the lore behind all things Werewolf. She’s shown us a world where they coexist alongside humans, albeit keeping their existence to a minimum when it comes to the world outside. Werewolves like in packs, far protective of those they love. They mingle amongst themselves, often losing what it means to truly be human. They’ll do anything and everything to ensure their survival, including doing away with those who wish to do them harm.

Though Julie has a hard time in dealing with the chaos, she also finds the strength within herself to do whatever is necessary when it comes to Carson. Her friends and family are always there for her, giving her the helping hand she needs. It’s refreshing to see her struggles and vulnerabilities displayed in such a way that it allows the reader to relate to her plight. She’s resilient, to a point, but she’s still a woman who often loses herself to the emotions roiling within her.

Though her existence is tenuous, at best, she’s willing to fight for what she believes in. This is what drew me to her. She’s been through so much, but she’s still determined in remaining level-headed. Everything she does, she does to ensure that her son has a chance to live. He may be the strongest Werewolf out there, but he’s still a part of her. Nothing and no one will keep her from protecting him and those she loves.


Book Description:
Julie Hall thinks she has the hang of mothering her Werewolf baby Carson, until the night she wakes to frantic barking and finds her house on fire. Arson. Paranormal fire creatures want to kill Carson—and an unknown Were may be helping them.
As if fire-spawning Salamanders and a mysterious Werewolf aren’t dangerous enough, Julie soon faces even closer threats. Her trusted friend Eliza harbors a secret and Julie’s new understanding of Werewolves threatens to tear apart her team. Meanwhile, her relentless enemies will burn everything in their path, if they can’t get to Carson.
Will Julie’s efforts to protect Carson do more harm than good?
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Dark Moon Wolf
Book One of Calling the Moon
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“Your house was burned down by Salamanders.”
The words didn’t match his tone.
“What…salamanders?” I echoed.
“No, not salamanders—Salamanders.”
This time, I heard the capital letter, but remained bewildered.
“What the hell are you talking about? Salamanders? Like, lizards?”
Tim’s face registered surprise. “Sheila?”
“I know what they are.” Sheila’s voice shook.
“Great. So glad you’re both part of the in crowd. Since my house burned down and my life nearly ended, do you think one of you could please enlighten me?”
“Dammit, Jules.” My sarcasm seemed to revive my best friend. “Could you drop the attitude for a while? Yes, shock and trauma and all of that, but you’re being a total jerk. Tim’s just trying to help.”
I meant to yell back, but the frustration on her face stopped me. I tried to give her a grin, instead. It probably looked like a grimace, but I gave my best shot.
“God, Sheila. Attitude is the only thing keeping me going right now.”
“I know, Jules. But you’re safe here—” She stopped. “Tim, are we safe here?”
“We should be. I’ll know if they’re around.”
“Hey, still waiting to hear who ‘they’ are.”
Tim said, “Salamanders are paranormal creatures, like Werewolves. They draw their strength from the sun and can call on its powers—fire, heat, light—similar to the way Weres draw on the moon to raise water, shift darkness, and such. Judging by the scents at the scene, at least three salamanders called fire at your house. Not an accident, Julie. Arson. Someone—a group of someones—wanted you and Carson dead.”
“Why?” Sheila asked.
Me, I couldn’t even form the word. Dammit, I should have taken a shower and gone to bed and dealt with all of this later. Sheila had been right. As usual.
“I don’t know,” said Tim. “Yet.”
“I know Salamanders are…antithetical to Weres, but I thought you mostly co-existed peacefully.”
“We do.”
“Well, apparently not!” said Sheila.
“So these people turn into giant lizards? Instead of wolves?” I asked, not understanding why Sheila stifled a small laugh at my question.
Tim said, “No, they don’t change form. Sometimes when calling the sun, Salamanders have a different cast to their eyes or their complexion—minor changes—but they remain fully human in shape.”
“Then why are they called Salamanders? If they’re not lizards?”
Tim frowned, then finally crossed the room to stand beside Sheila’s chair. When he rested his hands on her shoulders, tension visibly drained from his body. Sheila unconsciously leaned back against him and his thumbs traced circles on her white t-shirt. They were physically opposite in so many ways, with Sheila’s striking looks and Tim’s extra-in-a-crowd-scene appearance; Sheila’s long blonde hair and smooth tan, Tim’s closely shorn black curls and dark brown skin. Yet, there was an undeniable sense of rightness between them. I’d even stopped teasing Sheila about Tim being just another in her long line of throwaway men.
I realized my hands still shook and I clasped them together to hide the tremors. As Tim spoke, I forced everything else out of my mind to focus.
“You’d have to ask a Salamander for a full version of their history, but as I understand it, they believe they’re descended from a powerful sun-being, a lizard creature from the sun that came to Earth and mated with a human long ago.”
Sheila looked up at Tim. “Really? I always thought they were called Salamanders because people used to think salamanders—the real ones—lived in fire.”
“Why would people think salamanders lived in fire? Aren’t they amphibians?” I asked.
“Because salamanders lived in rotten logs and crawled out when the logs were thrown into
a fireplace.”
“Well, both explanations sound equally bizarre to me,” I said.
“I don’t care how they got their name,” said Sheila. “Why are they trying to kill Julie and Carson?”


About the Author:
Sarah’s love of reading, writing, and all things fantasy started with her childhood explorations of Narnia, Middle Earth, and Pern. She’s a huge enthusiast of all fantasy, paranormal, and science fiction. She’s a board game geek, an artist, and a dabbler in making chainmaille jewelry. She loves to write about strong women and their friendships–combined with magic and love, of course.
Sarah, her husband Gary, their three kids, and three cats live in Evansville, Indiana.
PS. None of her kids are actually Werewolves.



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