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Midnight Moon (Nightcreatures Series #5)

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by Lori Handeland
 

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Under the midnight moon, dark secrets are revealed—Cassandra thought she had the perfect life until she suffered a devastating tragedy. Now she has a new identity as Priestess Cassandra, owner of a New Orleans voodoo shop, and a new purpose. A research trip for a paranormal secret society leads Cassandra to Haiti, where rumors fly of a sinister voodoo

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Under the midnight moon, dark secrets are revealed—Cassandra thought she had the perfect life until she suffered a devastating tragedy. Now she has a new identity as Priestess Cassandra, owner of a New Orleans voodoo shop, and a new purpose. A research trip for a paranormal secret society leads Cassandra to Haiti, where rumors fly of a sinister voodoo master, Jacques Mezareau, who can resurrect the dead. Fortune hunter Devon Murphy agrees to guide Cassandra there safely, but his sensual appeal promises danger of a different kind…

and desperate hungers must be satisfied…

As Cassandra and Devon make their way to the eerie jungle village, their attraction explodes into an intoxicating desire, and Cassandra begins to question her resolve to never let another man into her life. Her attempts to resist Devon become more and more impossible. But when she succeeds in learning Jacques's macabre ritual, her new powers may have come with a terrifying price. Now, haunted by violent dreams that grow more vivid as the midnight moon approaches, Cassandra must uncover the shocking truth about an ancient curse before it leads her to destroy herself—and everyone she loves…

"Elise is Handeland's most appealing heroine yet…this tense, banter-filled tale provides…solid entertainment."

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"Elise is Handeland's most appealing heroine yet…this tense, banter-filled tale provides…solid entertainment."

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ISBN-13:
9780312938499
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
08/01/2006
Series:
Nightcreature Series , #5
Edition description:
First Edition
Pages:
352
Product dimensions:
4.22(w) x 6.67(h) x 0.97(d)

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Midnight Moon




By Handeland, Lori


St. Martin's Paperbacks



Copyright © 2006

Handeland, Lori

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ISBN: 0312938497




Chapter One 

I got off the plane in Port-au-Prince for the second time in my life about midafternoon on a sunny Thursday in October. Not much had changed. Heat wavered above the asphalt, shimmering, dancing, making me dizzy.
 
Inside the airport, a man whose starched white short-sleeved shirt and khaki trousers emphasized the ebony shade of his skin hurried over. "Priestess Cassandra?"
 
I winced. What had been good business in New Orleans sounded pretentious in the shadow of the mountains where voodoo had first come into its own.
 
"Just Cassandra, please," I murmured.
 
I wondered momentarily how he'd known me. Perhaps my being the only white woman who'd gotten off the plane was a pretty good clue. I'm sure my blue eyes and short dark hair weren't all that common around here, either. But what usually made me stand out in a crowd was the slash of pure white at my temple.
 
The oddity, which had appeared in my hair shortly after my daughter died, had gradually lost pigment from its original gray. I probably should have covered it with dye--I was, after all, in witness protection--but the white strip served to remind me of my daughter and my mission. As if I needed reminding.
 
The streak also served as my penance. I hadn't done the one thing a mother was supposed todo--protect her child against everyone. Even her father.
 
The man in front of me dipped his head. "I am Marcel, Miss Cassandra."
 
His accent hinted at France. A lovely lilt in English; in Creole, the language of the island, he'd sound fabulous.
 
I opened my mouth to tell him my last name, then realized I no longer had one. Once I'd testified against my scum-sucking, drug-dealing pig of a husband I'd become Priestess Cassandra, one name only--à la Cher, the Rock, Madonna.
 
WITSEC, short for witness protection folks, had been unamused when I'd refused to acknowledge the need for a last name. Of course very little amused them. They'd slapped Smith on my records, but the name wasn't any more mine than Cassandra.
 
"Monsieur Mandenauer has arranged for a room at the Hotel Oloffson," Marcel said, taking possession of the single bag I'd carried onto the plane.
 
I'd recently joined a group of government operatives known as the Jäger-Suchers. That's Hunter-Searchers if your German is as nonexistent as mine.
 
The Jäger-Suchers hunt monsters, and I'm not using the euphemism applied to so many human beings who belong in a cage. I mean monsters--the type whose skin sprouts fur, whose teeth become fangs--beasts that drink the blood of humans and only want more.
 
Edward Mandenauer was my new boss. He'd sent me to Haiti to discover the secret of raising a zombie. I loved it when my personal and work interests collided. Almost made me give credence to that "there are no accidents" theory.
 
"This way, please." Marcel awaited me at the door of the airport.
 
I hurried after him, leaving behind the shady, cool interior of the building and stepping into the bright, sunny bustle of Port-au-Prince.
 
Though Haiti is horrendously overpopulated--the newest estimates say 8.5 million souls--there is also a vast amount of uncharted, unexplored, and nearly unexplorable land in the mountains. I was certain any secrets worth uncovering lay in that direction.
 
I glanced at the teeming crowd of humanity that made up the capital city. Secrets certainly couldn't be kept here.
 
Marcel had parked at the curb in direct defiance of the signs ordering him not to do so. He held the passenger door, and I climbed inside, nearly choking on the scalding air within. After tossing my bag into the back, Marcel jumped behind the wheel, cranking the air conditioner to high, before setting off at a speed meant to crush any slow-moving bystanders.
 
In a very short time, we squealed to a stop in front of a large Victorian mansion. The Hotel Oloffson was originally built as a presidential summer palace. Used by the marines as a hospital during the initial U.S. occupation of 1915, it became the first hotel in Haiti.
 
Marcel led me up the steps and into the foyer. The hotel was expecting me, and in short order I followed Marcel into one of the veranda rooms with a view of the city.
 
He dropped my bag to the floor with a thud. "Monsieur Mandenauer has arranged for you to meet a friend."
 
"Edward has friends here?"
 
Marcel slid me a glance. "He has friends everywhere."
 
Of course he did.
 
"This friend will help you find what you seek."
 
I frowned. "You know what I seek?"
 
"There was a little trouble with a curse, oui?"
 
I wouldn't have referred to the beast ravaging New Orleans as a "little" trouble, but it sounded as if Marcel knew the basics.
 
In the Crescent City I'd seen amazing things, but none as fantastic as a man changing into a wolf and back again.
 
Werewolves are real. You might think this would be an upsetting bit of knowledge for a former PTA member, but it wasn't. Because if the werewolves of legend exist, doesn't it follow that zombies do, too?
 
"Edward told you why he sent me?"
 
"To remove a curse, you need the voodoo queen who performed it, and she is dead."
 
"For about a hundred and fifty years."
 
Marcel lowered his voice to just above a whisper. "You must raise her from the grave. Zombie."
 
Not exactly. To raise a shuffling, decaying, frightening nightmare was not what I aspired to do. Though a George Romero Night of the Living Dead type zombie might be enough to satisfy Edward, it was not enough to satisfy me. I couldn't sentence my child to become such a creature.
 
I'd been searching for a way to bring life from death since I'd left here the last time. All I'd found was more death. Then I began to hear whispers of incredible power in these mountains, an ability beyond the mere reanimation of a corpse. However, I hadn't had the means to return to Haiti, neither the funds to search the island the way it needed to be searched nor the cash to pay for what a secret like that must cost.
 
Until now.
 
I strolled onto the veranda and stared at the distant hills. Somewhere out there was a voodoo priest who, according to the latest rumors, could raise the dead to live again.
 
As if they'd never been dead at all.
 
Copyright 2006 by Lori Handeland. All rights reserved.


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Meet the Author

Lori Handeland is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Nightcreature Novels, The Phoenix Chronicles and Shakespeare Undead. She is the recipient of many industry awards, including two RITA awards, a Romantic Times Award for Best Harlequin Superromance, and the Prism Award from Romance Writers of America. She lives in Wisconsin with her family and a yellow lab named Ellwood.

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Midnight Moon (Nightcreature Series #5) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 22 reviews.
BluHawk More than 1 year ago
It is easy to tell that Handeland has put a lot of thought and effort into her novels. I particularily enjoy the fact that each book is able to stand by itself, but provides those extra little details for readers who have read the whole series. I have read all books prior to this installment, and one after, and it is a series I recommend to anyone who love paranormal romance! That being said, this one was probably my least favorite of all (there has to be one, right?). I think the reason is that I don't identify with the main character as much as I had in other novels. However, it was still a very romantic and entertaining read!
I didn't have the pleasure to read the series in order, but I hope if you are interested, you might...be sure to start with "Blue Moon". :)
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the others Ms Handeland wrote, but this one....I don't know. Seemed like Devon Murphy was in it for the sex only. I didn't read any love there. He made infrequent (booty) calls to Cassandra in the middle of the night. Yet, she knew little about him nor did she have ANY contact with him outside of the bedroom. Great sex does not always equal LOVE.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'd read Handeland's other Moon books and enjoyed them, but I was let down with 'Midnight Moon.' I really liked Cassandra in the previous novel, 'Crescent Moon,' but Ms. Handeland made Cassandra into a thing where, if you toss a bit of sex her way, she forgets all else. That's all there really is to her story: she meets 'mysterious bad boy thief' Devon Murphy in Haiti while looking for a way to break a curse, they talk, get shot at, meet a voodoo master, have sex, learn new things about shapeshifters, have sex, more sex, and Cassandra has to go back home to New Orleans but he meets up with her there for some more sex. That's it. The only saving grace in the story is the rich details of Haiti and voodoo, but it comes in small pinches. I'm all for sex but it could have been so much more magical if 'sex' didn't equal 'love' in this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Cassandra lived in Southern California happily married to her soulmate and raising their five year old daughter Sarah who loved ballet. That was then and this is now as she has become Priestess Cassandra, a voodoo practitioner in the French Quarter of New Orleans though she has not reconciled the religion¿s theory that all deaths have a purpose with her daughter¿s murder. She blames her drug dealing ex-spouse for that and testified against him before vanishing into the Witness Protection Program. However, her objective for turning to Voodoo may be at hand as she is in Haiti hoping to find Master Jacques Mezareau, who it is rumored, resurrects the dead. Cassandra will pay him any price if he can resurrects her daughter unaware that he is an outlawed Egbo, a punisher and controller of slaves. She hires Devon Murphy to guide her to Mezareau¿s remote village. However, , Cassandra soon learns first hand how and why Mezareau raises the dead, but is unable to control this new power she has obtained, which if unchecked will destroy her loved ones, Devon and Sarah, once the MIDNIGHT MOON reaches its acme. --- The latest Lori Handeland¿s lunar romantic fantasy (see CRESCENT MOON, DARK MOON, HUNTER¿S MOON, and BLUE MOON) is a terrific entry in a strong series. The story line is action-packed but it is the fixated Cassandra, who needs to bring back her beloved Sarah just to begin living again, who makes the thriller work. Readers will feel her loss that¿s he still grieves and her quest that has taken her to the realm of voodoo in New Orleans and Haiti. With fabulous twists that impact the mental balance of the heroine, Ms. Handeland provides another enchanting novel that will send her elated readers howling at the MIDNIGHT MOON. --- Harriet Klausner