WeWriWa: Meet Max Savoie, the Big Dog from my “By Moonlight” Series

That feeling you get when you know you’re onto something good. When one book isn’t enough to capture the drama, action and powerful relationship that tangles around your every thought. MASKED BY MOONLIGHT . . . yeah, it was like that. I’d never written without a detailed outline, but this story unfolded so fast I was into book four before I could catch my breath. And now I’m lost in these stories all over again as I reread the series (all 14 of them!) to get up to speed for RISE BY MOONLIGHT, to end cap the series. It’s all about Max Savoie, the mysterious shapeshifting mob enforcer and his infatuation with a wrong for every reason female (number one being she’s a New Orleans detective determine to bring down his father-figure boss with him as collateral damage!) Meet Max through the jaded eyes of Det. Charlotte Caissie as she goes to question his employer about a grisly murder in the Quarter.

Cee didn’t spend a lot of time admiring men for their looks, but something about Max Savoie’s face arrested her each time she saw him.

He wasn’t handsome, not even attractive in the traditional sense. He was rugged strength cut into sharp planes and rough angles, confident without being cocky, powerful without aggression, exuding complete control over what he allowed the world to see, which was usually damned little.

The fact that he could seem so forceful behind such a calm, immobile front impressed her and not much did. Max was a man who wasted no unnecessary words or movements, his unblinking stare taking in everything without revealing anything through eyes the color of wet verdigris, beneath lids heavy with guarded distain . . . or amusement. She often got the feeling that he was laughing at her on some private level, which irritated her. 

But the odd way he sensed things not apparent to others made her nervous—sounds, smells, movements, he was alert to them like a mastiff on a short chain. And he missed nothing when it came to her—not the slightest nuance, every tiny alteration, in a way that she’d find alarmingly obsessive if he ever acted on it with more than slightly flirtatious words. Who the hell noticed a new perfume applied modestly to pulse points almost a full day ago? Wondering made those pulse points flutter.

Welcome to my “By Moonlight” world! (Sorry for the outrageous price on these books even the e-versions! The paperbacks are technically out of print and I plan to petition for my rights back soon.) View it from Max’s eyes next week. Until then, here’s another tease . . .


I’m recovering from the office Christmas party and an all day Write In but plan to stop in to chat with everyone after missing last weekend. Happy Weekend fellow Warriors.


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