Tuesday, April 28, 2015


Beneath the Broken Moon: Part One

Sarah Mäkelä

Genre: New Adult Post-Apocalyptic Shifter Romance

Publisher: Kissa Press LLC

Date of Publication: April 28, 2015


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Book Description:

Werewolf relationships are all about influence and offspring, especially as they are becoming 

extinct. But Carmela Santiago resents that type of life. She dreams of falling in love, not 

following the example her parents have set. 

When sensual vampire Derek Ashmore rescues her from dangerous hunters, she tumbles head 

over heels for him. Not a wise decision since werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies. 

Meeting her caring mate-to-be Brendan Kelly has her further questioning the future. Regardless, 

her life has forever changed now that she’s met not one, but two men who pull at her 



Bullets peppered the big screen of the Teatro de la Noche. Screams rang out around me, 

and I dropped to the floor, pulling my cousin Chandra down with me. Tension ached in my 

shoulders, and my heart pounded in my chest like a trapped animal, desperate to escape.

Gunpowder stung my sensitive nose, but through the overpowering scent, I caught a 

whiff of a hunter heading our way. “Chandra, we have to move.”

If Chandra and I didn’t get out of here we’d end up dead—or worse, test subjects for the 

Cazador—human hunters ordered to scour the land of nocturnes by the plutocratic government.

“How? They’re all around us.” Chandra peeked over the seats before dropping back 

down beside me. “A few of them are chasing down those who ran from the first assault, but two 

more are heading straight for us.” She ran a manicured hand through her honey-brown hair, 

which was only a shade darker than my own. “Come on. I have a plan. Let’s try to sneak out the 

side door.” She crawled in the opposite direction, down the row of seats.

The sight of my cousin’s butt cheeks hanging out of her short skirt filled my vision; some 

things were better left unseen. I lowered my gaze, particularly since Chandra had forgone 

panties. She almost always held herself with an air of power and purpose. Perhaps that’s what it 

took to get attention from other werewolves. Chandra got it in heaps, but her lower social status 

stopped a lot of relationships. 

While it was a horrible time to second-guess my modest fashion sense, I couldn’t help 

wonder if I should take a lesson from my cousin. My own blouse and dark blue jeans had much 

less pizzazz. But I doubted my father would allow me to dress like Chandra; we had a privileged 

image to uphold.

I bit my lip, struggling to turn my thoughts back to the problem at hand. This was all too 

much. How could we get out of here unscathed when the roar of gunfire continued to close in?

We reached the end of the aisle. Chandra moved to glance over the seat, when a shout 

came from the opposite end, startling us both.

“Run, Chandra!” I barely kept my voice to a whisper.

She sprinted toward the bright red exit sign at the front of the theater, and I chased after 

her, trying to keep my pace natural though her long legs made it challenging. Maybe if they 

suspected we weren’t nocturnes, they’d leave us alone. 

The stomping of heavy boots on the theater’s plush carpets said otherwise. Then again, 

they weren’t opposed to taking their fellow humans down too. The very rich in power thrived on 

oppressing those less fortunate. What better way to keep the populace down than to have their 

thugs strike whenever possible.

“We should split up.” Chandra shoved a heavy trashcan in front of the door, but that 

wouldn’t be much of an obstacle to the pseudo-military bastards.

“What?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “No way. If we do that, we’ll—” The trashcan 

scraped the cement as the hunters tried to open the door. Maybe she was right. If we were 

together, there was a better chance of them catching us both. Alone, we might survive the night. 

I nodded to her, and we took off in opposite directions down the alleyway behind the 

Teatro. The door slammed open, smacking the wall hard, as I turned the corner and headed 

toward the main street. I had to find somewhere to hide out before the hunters spotted me again.

In front of me, another group of Cazador chased a few werewolves down the main road. I 

slowed to keep my distance from them, but if I didn’t get somewhere fast, they were going to 

catch me. Ugh. As much as I loved getting out of the house and going to the movies, I wished I’d 

listened to my instincts tonight and stayed home. 

Two sets of feet pounded the sidewalk behind me. Perhaps they’d spotted me before I 

reached the corner.

I picked up speed a little, pumping my arms as I struggled to keep to a human speed 

while staying out of range. The temptation to race through the streets nearly drove me to action, 

but I glanced back, seeing my pursuers for the first time. 

One of the men had greying hair and a rounded belly, which explained the slower, 

heavier footfalls, while the other guy appeared younger and super-athletic. No wonder I was 

having trouble getting away. If he hadn’t been so scary, he might’ve been attractive. Pure 

masculine aggression raged through him, tensing his shoulders as his gaze focused solely on me, 

his prize. Each man carried a large-caliber handgun. I was just glad they were too busy running 

to try to shoot me...for now, at least.

My sandal hit an uneven patch of concrete in the sidewalk. My body lurched forward, but 

I caught myself before I could go down. I should’ve been paying more attention to the street. Up 

ahead on the opposite side of the road, I spotted a dark alleyway running alongside a row house. 

If I cut through, I could safely turn up the speed without exposing myself, and lose them.

The older hunter slowed; his breathing had become increasingly labored. He cocked his 

revolver’s hammer, and I darted across the empty road, making a beeline for the alley. The last 

thing I wanted tonight was to see Dr. Matthews. Just a little bit farther. A bullet smacked the 

ground at my feet, hitting me with fragments of pavement. I bit back a yelp, not wanting to give 

them the satisfaction of knowing my fear.

“I got this one, old kook,” the younger hunter grumbled, and his footsteps slowed too. 

Another gunshot pierced the hazy night air. White-hot pain rocked my shoulder, nearly 

toppling me to the ground. I screamed, unable to hold it in, and picked up speed, no longer caring 

if I appeared human or not. The faint creak of a door barely registered before a pair of arms 

wrapped around my waist, jerking me inside the dark row house.

My rescuer softly shut the door, careful not to make a sound, and shoved a hand over my 

mouth. “Sshhh,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you. You’re safe.” His voice was deep, with an 

English accent. He pulled me away from the door and hunched down in the darkened room, 

holding me close, waiting and listening.

About the Author: 

NYT & USA Today bestselling author Sarah Mäkelä loves her fiction dark, magical, and 

passionate. She is a paranormal romance author, but she’s written all over the romance spectrum 

with cyberpunk, sci-fi, fantasy, urban fantasy...even a sweet contemporary romance!

A life-long paranormal fan, she still sleeps with a night-light. In her spare time, she reads sexy 

books, watches scary movies (and Ghost Adventures), and plays computer games with her 

husband. When she gets the chance, she loves traveling the world too.






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