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bartender glanced at Eve, whose
breathing had turned a little unsteady, before turning his
attention back to Kieran. “You don’t need two unless you’re both
participating. Just to avoid misunderstandings.”
    As nervous as Eve was, she couldn’t hide the
longing in her eyes. Kieran grasped her hand and smiled
reassuringly. “We do everything together, Bernie. We’ll need two
drinks.”
    The bartender turned away, and Eve’s fingers
tightened almost painfully around his. “You don’t have to do this,”
she whispered. “If this doesn’t go well… I don’t want to risk
losing you over something silly.”
    He drew her hand up to his mouth and kissed
her knuckles. “It’s not silly. It’s something you need. And you
can’t lose me, love. Not over this. So we’ll do it together.”
    “ Thank you.” Her gaze
caught his, and she stared at him as if no one else existed as the
bartender’s voice cut through the music, spilling out of the
speakers to announce to the patrons of the club that the couple at
the bar had ordered a pair of Tequila Sunrises.
    Eve was a strong werewolf -- it was the
reason they were at Last Call, after all -- and her sudden tense
nervousness evidenced itself in a prickling wave of power that
spilled out from her and raised the hair on the back of his
neck.
    The wolf inside him whined. He steeled
himself against the urge to submit to her, to roll over and show
his belly, even in a figurative sense. He was used to it, to
fighting the instinct to cringe when Eve was wound up or
displeased.
    More than a few people had abandoned their
dancing in favor of watching the events unfold at the bar, and
Kieran felt the appraising weight of their stares as he handed Eve
her drink and lifted his own. He knew what they were thinking; it
was nothing less than what he heard from his own pack all the
time.
    You don’t belong together.
    He raised his glass in a toast and arched an
eyebrow at Eve. “Tonight is for both of us,” he whispered. “No
regrets.”
    “ No regrets,” she agreed in
a quiet, tense whisper before tipping her drink back.

The Last Call
Series
    http://www.moirarogers.com/last-call

     
    KAMIKAZE
    Werewolf in
heat, looking for a temporary mate.
    HURRICANE
    Contents under magical pressure.
Experience required.
    TEQUILA SUNRISE
    Werewolf looking for a
dominant.
    VIRGIN DAIQUIRI
    Supernatural looking for a first
lover.
    TEQUILA SUNSET
    Werewolf looking for a
submissive.
    FROSTBITE
    Looking for a partner immune to supernatural
seduction.
    FIRECRACKER
    Too hot to handle--looking for a fireproof
lover.

About the Author

    How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take a former
forensic science and nursing student obsessed with paranormal
romance and add a computer programmer with a passion for gritty
urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of caffeine, and
enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full moon.
    By day, Bree and Donna are
mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep South. At night, when
their husbands and children are asleep, they combine forces to
unleash the product of their fevered imaginations upon the page. To
learn more about this romance writing, crime fighting duo, visit
their webpage at http://www.moirarogers.com .
(Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the
aforementioned fevered imaginations.)