Rising Moon (Nightcreature Series #6)

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Denizens of The Big Easy know its steamy nights can hide any number of sins and secrets. Private-eye Anne Lockhart is counting on it. Her life has been in a holding pattern ever since her sister Katie disappeared without a ...

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Overview

Let the RITA Award-winning author of Blue Moon take you to the shadowy, mysterious city of New Orleans, where everything is sensual…but nothing is what it seems.

Over a city of wicked pleasures and dangerous passions…

Denizens of The Big Easy know its steamy nights can hide any number of sins and secrets. Private-eye Anne Lockhart is counting on it. Her life has been in a holding pattern ever since her sister Katie disappeared without a trace…but when a clue leads Anne to a jazz club in the French Quarter, everything changes. Rising Moon's proprietor, John Rodolfo, is mysterious in his own right, a gifted musician who reaches deep into Anne's soul and whose mere presence taps into desires she can't afford to indulge...

there's a bad moon on the rise.

By going undercover at the Rising Moon, Anne can get close to people who know what goes on after dark—people like John, whose nocturnal disappearances are more than a little suspicious. But unlocking John's secrets is harder than Anne had anticipated. What's far too easy is surrendering to him. And now someone—or something—is stalking the innocent and the guilty, and waiting for Anne's next move...

"Fresh, fun, and fabulous! Lori Handeland is an exciting…voice in paranormal suspense."

Sherrilyn Kenyon, New YorkTimes bestselling authorDark Side of the Moon

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"No one delivers better thrills than Handeland."

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"Fresh, fun, and fabulous! Lori Handeland is an exciting…voice in paranormal suspense."

—Sherrilyn Kenyon, New York Times bestselling author Dark Side of the Moon

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312938505
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 1/2/2007
  • Series: Nightcreature Series , #6
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 4.24 (w) x 6.67 (h) x 0.95 (d)

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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Chapter One

Everything was all right until the photograph showed up in my mailbox.

Actually, that isn't true. Nothing had been all right since my sister vanished into thin air.

I'd never known people could disappear so completely that no trace was ever found. Isn't this America? Land of the free, home of the security camera? Big Brother is watching more often than we think. Unfortunately, he'd been asleep at the switch when Katie went AWOL.

For three years there hadn't been a sign of her despite all the pictures I'd plastered on signposts, store windows, and every missing persons Internet site I could find.

Then I'd gone into the office, started sorting through my stack of mail, opened a five-by-seven manila envelope, and voilà! There she was, standing outside a building named Rising Moon.

It had taken me all of three minutes to determine the place was a jazz club in New Orleans. I'd shoved a few changes of clothes and my toothbrush into a backpack and boarded the next available flight.

A few hours later, I stood on a street called Frenchmen, listening to jazz wail out an open doorway and wondering how it could be so freaking hot in the middle of February. When I'd gotten on the plane in Philly, fat snowflakes had been tumbling down.

I'd never visited New Orleans, never wanted to. I wasn't the party type; I wouldn't fit in. However, I didn't plan to stay. I planned to get Katie and get gone.

I forced myself to walk through the door, ignoring the smoke, the noise, the people. The inside was sparse, narrow, nothing like the big, airy taverns at home, which boasted lots of tables, lots of space for billiards, darts, and other amusements. Rising Moon was all about the music.

I knew nothing about jazz. Give me some Aerosmith, a little Guns n' Roses, even Ozzie on a really tough day. But jazz? I'd never understood the attraction.

One look at the man playing the saxophone near the front of the room and attraction took on a different twist.

He was tall and slim, and everything about him—his hair, his clothes, even the glasses that covered his eyes—was dark.

I glanced at the ceiling. Not a spotlight to be had.

"Weird," I muttered, and received a few glares from the spectators crowded as close to the man as they could get.

There wasn't any stage. He just stood in a corner and played. From the microphone, the piano, and the abandoned drum set behind him, I assumed the corner was the stage.

He held that sax as if it were the only thing he'd ever loved. Despite the need to show the picture of Katie to anything that moved, I found myself watching, listening, captivated by a stranger and his music.

Even with the dark sunglasses bisecting his face, I could tell he was better than handsome. His hair was shorn close, but that only drew attention to the sharpness of his cheekbones and the devilishly well-trimmed mustache and goatee.

His hands were long fingered and elegant, the hands of an aristocrat in a world where such distinctions were long dead. He seemed European, and I guess that wasn't too odd, considering.

New Orleans had always been more foreign than domestic—a city where life moved at a slower pace, where music and dancing were part of every day and every night, where French was as commonly murmured as curse words. No wonder I'd felt itchy and out of sorts from the moment I'd stepped off the plane. I was a peasant, and I always would be.

The tune ended, whatever it was, the last notes drifting toward the high ceiling and fading away. The spell over the crowd broke as they clapped, chattered among themselves, then lifted their glasses to drink.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen." His voice was as mesmerizing as his hands—deep, melodious, with an accent I couldn't place. Perhaps Spanish, with a pinch of the South, a dash of the North, and something mysterious just beneath.

The bartender, a tall, muscular black man with eerily light brown eyes and impossibly short natural hair appeared at my elbow. "What can I get you?"

I wanted to shake my head to clear it of the dopey infatuation with the sax player's hands and voice. I was not the type of woman who went gaga over a guy for any reason, let alone his looks. If I cared about looks I'd be in deep shit. My face certainly wouldn't inspire any sonnets.

I laid the photo of Katie atop the polished wood. "Seen her?"

"You a cop?" The bartender's accent was pure Dixie.

"No." I could have shown him my private investigator's license, but I'd discovered more info was forthcoming when I made my reasons personal. "She's my sister. She was eighteen when she went missing. Three years ago."

"Oh." His face went from suspicious to sympathetic in an instant. "That's too bad."

I couldn't determine his age—maybe thirty, maybe fifty. He seemed both a part of this place and yet removed from it. Muscles bulged beneath his dark T-shirt, and the hand that reached for the snapshot would have made two of my own.

He peered at the picture so long, I wondered if his tiger-eyes were in need of some pretty thick glasses. Then he set it back on the bar and lifted his gaze. "A lot of people go missing in this city. Always have. What with the tourists, Bourbon Street, Mardi Gras, the river, the swamp, the lake—" He spread his big hands and shrugged.

I'd have to take his word for it. I hadn't done much research on the city proper before I'd hopped on the plane. I'd spent what time I had trying to figure out where the manila envelope had come from, although I'd had no luck.

My address had been typed in both the center and the top left-hand corner. There'd been a stamp, but no postmark. Which made me think someone had shoved it into my mailbox when I wasn't looking.

But why?

"My sister went missing from home," I clarified. "From Philadelphia."

"You've come a long way."

I shrugged. "She's my sister."

Sisters can be both the best and the worst—depending on the day, the mood, the sister. Mine was no different. Still, I'd travel to the ends of the earth twice over for Katie. Sure, we'd fought, but we'd also been best friends. I'd shared so many things with Katie, that without her I felt like only half of myself.

"I don't recognize her." The bartender leaned back, nodding at someone who waved for a drink.

"Are you the owner?" I asked.

"No, ma'am. That would be John Rodolfo."

"And where could I find him?"

He jerked his chin toward the rear of the tavern. "Should be in the office."

As I headed in that direction, the murmur of voices and the clink of glasses filled the burgeoning night. The corner of the room was empty; the hot saxophone player was gone.

I was surprised at my disappointment. I didn't have time to hang around and listen to music I wasn't all that fond of. Hell, I didn't have time to listen to music I liked.

My life was my work and I didn't mind. I can't say what I would have done if I hadn't become a private investigator. Back when I was twenty, two years into college and no clue on a major, it had seemed like a good idea to take a little time off and work for Matt Hawkins, the PI my parents had hired to look for Katie. He was old, he needed help, and it was my fault she was missing anyway.

Well, not technically my fault. We'd had a stupid sister fight, and she'd walked out. I should have gone after her; at the very least, I should have met her later that night as I'd promised. But I'd been angry; I'd stood her up, and I hadn't seen her since.

I never had gone back to college. Matt had left me his business when he'd retired the previous year. He helped out here and there—like now, for instance, when I had to leave town to follow a lead. I was conveniently between cases, and Matt could deal with anything that might come in during the few days I was gone.

A door marked private stood between two others marked messieurs and mesdemoiselles. So where did the "Mesdames" pee?

Most people would hesitate before barreling through a door labeled "private" but not me. I'd never been very polite even before I'd applied for my license to pry, so I turned the knob and stepped inside.

The room was pitch-black. I guessed Rodolfo wasn't home. I started to leave, but a single muttered curse from the depths of the darkness had me fumbling for a switch.

The harsh electric glare left me blinking. Not so the man behind the desk. He still wore his sunglasses.

For a minute my mind floundered, wondering why he was in a dark room, wearing dark glasses. Then the truth hit me in a flash brighter than the fluorescent lights.

He was blind.

"Can't you read?" The man came around the desk, his long supple fingers trailing the edge, showing him the way. "'Private' means just that. The facilities are on either side of this door."

"I—uh—sorry."

"Fine. Get out."

My eyebrows lifted at the rude words spoken in that sexy growl of a voice. "I wasn't looking for the bathroom. I was looking for—"

I stopped. Was I looking for him? I wasn't sure.

"A quick fuck with the sax man. Not today, chica, I have a headache."

He crossed the short distance separating us more quickly than a man who couldn't see should. He also grabbed my arm with a minimum of bumbling and yanked me toward the door.

I stood my ground. I was at least four inches shorter than his six feet, and he probably outweighed me by thirty pounds, but I was in shape and determined. He couldn't budge me if I didn't want him to.

"John Rodolfo?" I asked, and he stopped tugging.

Staring at a point just to the left of my face, he demanded, "Who the hell wants to know?"

"Anne Lockheart."

He tilted his head, and I was struck anew by his beauty. Even with his eyes covered so I could discern neither their shape nor their color, he was handsome beyond imagining.

"Do I know you?" he asked.

"No."

He dropped my arm, but he didn't step back. "Let's try this again. What do you want if not a quickie on the desk?"

"I prefer my quickies against the wall, but not today and not with you."

His lips twitched. I wondered what he'd look like if he smiled, then shoved the notion aside. I doubted the expression ever crossed his face, and wasn't that sad?

Come to think of it, sad was how he'd seemed in the flare of the overhead lights in that instant before he'd sprung to his feet and come after me.

"You prefer women." He shrugged. "I could change your mind."

I snorted. A typical macho answer—as if one night with him could change anyone's sexual preferences.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I don't prefer women. What I prefer is to get down to business."

"Which is?"

I still clutched the photograph, but since it would do me no good with Rodolfo, I shoved it into the pocket of my jeans. "I'm searching for my missing sister."

Any trace of amusement vanished. "What does that have to do with me?"

"Someone sent me a photograph of her standing outside this jazz club."

"And you wanted to ask if I'd seen her." He spread his hands. "Can't help you. Haven't seen anyone in quite a long time."

"Her name was—is Katie. Katie Lockheart."

I'd made that slip before, talking about Katie as if she were dead. It was hard not to after three years.

I'd worked enough missing persons cases to know that not finding someone in the first thirty-six hours indicated, more often than not, that they wouldn't be found alive. I patted my pocket, praying the photograph meant the statistics were wrong in Katie's case.

"Never heard of her," Rodolfo said.

"That doesn't mean she wasn't here."

"True." He stood so close his breath stirred my hair. Even though the door was open, the lights were on, I felt crowded, lost, and a little bit trapped.

I inched back. "I spoke with the bartender, and I'd like to speak with your other employees—"

"There aren't any."

"Excuse me?"

"No other employees."

"But—"

"We haven't been open that long."

"How long?" I demanded.

If Rising Moon was new, that would date the photo, give me a better idea of when Katie might have been here.

"Less than a year."

"What was the place called before?"

"Same thing. I haven't done much except clean and stock."

"The outside hasn't changed? You didn't buy a new sign?"

"No."

The excitement rushed out of me like air from a punctured balloon.

"We've had a few cocktail waitresses but in the service business . . ." He shrugged. "They come and go. We're constantly shorthanded even though I offer a room as part of the salary. A lot of cheap apartments were washed away by Katrina."

"Anyone who's worked for you still in town, maybe working somewhere else?"

"Not that I know of, but that doesn't mean they aren't."

I sighed and withdrew the snapshot from my pocket, staring at the image of my sister. Katie had always been the golden child, literally. While my hair was an indistinct shade, hers sparkled like a sunbeam at dusk. My eyes were the hue of a mud puddle, hers seemed to reflect the deepest blue sea. Her nose was straight and cute, her skin clear and white. And her body . . . Let's just say that when God handed out bra sizes, he'd given Katie three quarters of mine.

You'd think I would hate someone so perfect, and sometimes I had. But along with all that beauty, Katie was genuinely sweet and a whole lot of fun. We'd played a thousand and one games of hide-and-seek as kids—and Katie always won, but I didn't mind because I'd loved being with her.

I'd become obsessed with the search, to the exclusion of almost everything else, but she was my little sister, and I was supposed to take care of her. I hadn't done a very good job.

"Shut off the light when you leave." Rodolfo turned sharply, as if he couldn't wait to be alone.

I'm not sure why, but I touched his shoulder, meaning to apologize for intruding, or maybe thank him for nothing. He spun around, his hand coming up and snatching my wrist before he yanked me against him.

I gave a little squeak of surprise, then my breath whooshed out as I slammed against his chest. I glanced into his face but all I saw was my reflection in the dark lenses that shaded his eyes. I looked pale, frightened, and somehow prettier than I knew myself to be.

"I—I'm sorry," I managed. "I startled you."

"I don't like to be touched," he murmured.

Which explained his annoyance when he'd thought I'd come for sex. What it didn't explain was the bulge in his silky black trousers, which pressed against my hip, the heat, the pulse revealing that while Rodolfo might not want to be touched, his body had other ideas.

He let me go with an annoyed shove, then stalked to his desk and sat down, effectively removing his lower body from view. But I knew what I'd felt.

Hot guy was attracted to me. I wasn't sure what to think about that.

Copyright © 2006 by Lori Handeland. All rights reserved.

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  • Posted December 4, 2011

    Good read

    Good story. I enjoy the Nightcreature Series. Edward is great. I can reread these.

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  • Posted January 8, 2011

    Put this on Nook!!!

    I started this series and the first five I could get on my Nook, now I am hooked and to read this I need to get it in paperback? What is going on? I have the Nook program on my android phone also and I enjoy not having to haul books around, then if I would like to read a little here and there I can. I can't seem to want to order this one in a paperback and I really don't want to continue the series until I finish this one.

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  • Posted November 1, 2008

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    Great for Paranormal Romance Readers!

    This book is actually quite a ways through the series, but I enjoyed it just as much as all of Handeland's other books. For me, a romance doesn't feel like such a waste of time if the author carries an overall plot through many different books. It gives you the chance to become emotionally attached to the characters, and makes it much more than a simple romance novel. <BR/>Although each novel is able to stand alone, the characters and events have so much more meaning to them when the reader knows the histories behind them. Start with the first novel, "Blue Moon", and hopefully you will enjoy this author as much as I have!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2008

    must read

    I really like this book it has a really cool twist almost to the end.I love how they meet and how lori makes his character mysterious.It just makes you wander at first.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2007

    Her Best Yet!

    Anne Lockhart is a private investigator on a mission to find her sister Katie. Missing for three years, a photo in the mail of Katie spurs an impromptu trip to New Orleans, where Anne's pretty sure she can never fit in amongst the voodoo and Mardi Gras spirit. She heads straight for the Rising Moon, the club her sister appeared in front of, where she encounters an astounding man. His musical talents draw people like bees to honey and his blatant sex appeal doesn't hurt either. John Rodolfo, blind and loner by choice, is more moved by Anne than he'd like to be. Her voice calls to him, and before long, her pull is too strong to resist. Even as their attraction wins out, John condemns himself for he can bring her nothing good. As Anne unravels the mystery of the missing Katie, John's involvement becomes frighteningly clearer and the unexplained deaths in New Orleans for the past six months come to a boiling head. Voodoo alters, strange wolves and multiple missing persons make for a confounding stage, but Anne manages to hold her own admirably. With all its amazing twists, this one kept me guessing till the very end. What started as a series about her jager-sucher (German for 'hunter-searcher') characters hunting down supernatural baddies, has transpired now into the Nightcreature series (in the last three books, this one included). The focus is more on the werewolves, in various forms, and how their continued mayhem has affected the city of New Orleans. Dirty, raucous and yet still hopeful, New Orleans itself has a strong voice in this novel, with clear tributes made, celebrating its survival instincts and love of passionate life. There can be no better place for this series as Handeland draws it out and encourages its gritty and boisterous nature. Her characters thrive there and soon Anne is living the strange unreality the city so often portrays. Her drive to find her missing sister, while vital, does not define her. Her character still feels passion and sympathy for those around her. She's the perfect counterpart to John's determined aloofness and determinedly self-inflicted torment. If readers have followed the series, John will begin to ring eerily familiar and the surprising twist towards the end may have you gasping at his identity. Several previous characters make an appearance, the jager-suchers, Detective Sullivan and the gutsy voodoo priestess Cassandra, but this one can be read alone and still be moderately enjoyed. Would I personally advise it? No. To fully understand and appreciate John's plight, readers might want to have at least read 'Crescent Moon', the official start of the Nightcreature chapter in the series. The romance, I'm happy to say, picked up considerably in this installment. Their attraction is believable and heartwrenching. Handeland's signature tight, clean writing style might seem bare bones to some, but fits so well with her fast-paced and suspenceful storylines. Another five star winner from an amazing author. Her next Nightcreature novel, 'Hidden Moon', releases July 31, 2007.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2006

    Rising Moon

    Anne Lockhart has come to the Big Easy in search of her sister who vanished several years ago. Her one clue says that Katie visited a jazz club known as the Rising Moon, so Anne takes a job there. Soon, she learns that her sister was not the only person to vanish after visiting that place. There are other rumors too, of voodoo and werewolves. Despite suspiscions and risks, Anne also finds herself powerfully attracted to, perhaps even in love with the blind, enigmatic owner of the Rising Moon, John Rodolfo. When she can no longer deny the truth about what is going on around her, it will be too late to do the sensible thing and leave she will be in the middle of the deepest danger. ***** Of all the Night Creatures books, this one has the most poignant of endings. Rodolfo is a powerful hero with a haunted past and a secret that will surprise you. Rising Moon is suspenseful, passionate, and edgy, but it's also a true feel good read with a message of hope and redemption. *****

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  • Posted September 30, 2012

    So hot it burns.

    This book has an attachment to a previous book and is a great followup on an old character. The chracter seems very sad and melancholy but full of passion for the girl in the story. Their attraction is magnetic and inevitable. The story keeps you on the edge until the last minute. Great book for anyone who likes werewolves and romance. If this is the first book you have read of the series, I recommend you read them all from the first to the last. One of my all time favorite series of books.

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  • Posted August 23, 2011

    Good read...

    This was a good book. I read it a few years ago when it first came out in paperback. Lori Handeland always delivers. The entire series is great. However, I now have a nook and would love to see this book offered so that I can complete my e-book collection. Hopefully soon.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    A fascinating paranormal romantic suspense thriller

    In New Orleans three years ago Katie vanished her sister, private investigator Anne Lockheart put her life on hold as she did all the right things involved with a missing person plus began her own fruitless search to find her missing sibling. Her efforts to find her sister remained futile until someone left a photo of Katie in Anne¿s mailbox. Her sis is standing in front of the French Quarter jazz club RISING MOON.------------ Anne goes undercover obtaining a job at the Rising Moon. However, though she remains obsessed she finds herself for the first time in three years distracted as she is attracted to the blind owner-musician John Rodolfo. She thinks he is the key to learn what happened to Katie though when confronted he denies knowing her. As Anne unravels his secrets especially his passion for vanishing at night, she realizes she has fallen in love, but finding Katie remains the top priority and only then can she consider what he really is besides her soulmate.------------- This is a fascinating paranormal romantic suspense thriller that grips readers from the onset when Anne sees the photo that invigorates her and never slows down as she begins to wonder whether her soulmate could be a vicious killing beast who includes her sister as part of his count. The story line is fast-paced and filled with action as Lori Handeland continues her dark moonlit entertaining New Orleans thrillers with another supernatural winner.----------------- Harriet Klausner

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