WeWriWa: The R's have It - Recycle, Reissue, Rebuild, Relax

While I wait to hear from my new editor on a new two-book contemporary submission (Welcome to HQ, Emma! I’ll miss you, Patience!!), I’m housecleaning. Time to start reissuing that backlist. And a great place to start is with my “By Moonlight” shapeshifter series. While book four, BOUND BY MOONLIGHT, is getting its final packaging tweaks, I’m diving into one of my favorites from all 80 of my titles. HUNTER OF SHADOWS brings a new hero into the “By Moonlight” world, and shapeshifter/NOPD cop Silas MacCreedy is a delightfully smart and hunky surprise . . . to both me and the hard-as-nails assassin he stumbles upon by eye-opening accident. Here’s a taste . . .

He’s got her number. Let’s hope she doesn’t decided to make him unlisted! I’ll keep you posted on the timeframe for reissues and updates on the romantic suspense hopefuls.
There was no change in his tone, but Nica felt his focus move from flirtatiously personal to professional high ground. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She didn’t want to consider him a threat that she’d have to deal with in a manner not quite as enjoyable as this meeting had been so far.
“I’m working as a waitress at Cheveux de Chien.”
He wasn’t buying it. “And you can afford a posh place like this on tips?”
“I’m very frugal with my money.”
“And with your facts.”
“Is this going to be an interrogation, or would you like to come inside so it can develop into something more pleasant?” Her body language altering ever so slightly, she leaned toward him with a hint of invitation, her lips parting, her gaze warming suggestively.
In response, his posture changed as well, straightening to put a cautious distance between them. It took Nica a moment to realize he was refusing her offer.
( . . . and a teasy bit more . . . )
She laughed to cover her surprise . . . and disappointment. Honorable males were so difficult. Especially when they were smart.
“Why did you coax those men into the alley to kill them?”
She blinked in pretended surprise. “Why would you think that? Those men attacked me. You saw that for yourself. Who knows what might have happened if you hadn’t come along when you did.”
“I suspect that’s what LaRoche’s men are asking themselves now that they have had four bodies to contend with. I not sure what you are, but innocent isn’t one of them.”
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