Blue Moon Rising

Blue Moon Rising

by Bailey Bradford

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ISBN-13: 9781784309947
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Publication date: 02/09/2016
Series: Coyote's Call , #3
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 142
Sales rank: 542,249
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn't happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey's brain demanding to be let out.

Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey's office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey's presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.

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Copyright © Bailey Bradford 2016. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.

Pain. It was the one constant in Abraham Evans’ life. Despite the medication to counter it that was dripping into his veins via an IV, pain followed him into sleep. His chest and back burned with it—a hot, coiling agony that seemed to never ebb much. If he could have, he’d have just drifted away and never come back to his body.

He’d seen himself lying there on the hospital bed a couple of times. The first instance, he’d flipped out, panicked, tried to scream and make himself move as doctors and nurses rushed around him. When he’d slammed back into that traitorous body, agony unlike anything Abraham had ever felt had scorched every one of his nerves.

The second time, he’d been less scared, and more worried that he’d be pulled back into his body. Which he had been, by the dedicated staff at St. Luke’s Hospital.

Abraham knew where he was, had a sort of cognizance about what had happened to him. He’d been poisoned and shot, and he’d died—three times since. None of the dying had stuck, but the pain clung to him like a multi-tentacled demon unwilling to give him respite.

The third time he’d died, Abraham had fought against being pulled down into his body again. That body had betrayed him, was weak and giving up on his soul or whatever floaty part of him was out of it.

Abraham had worked all his life to be strong, to be virtually bulletproof. He wasn’t supposed to be taken out so easily. His body was supposed to be closer to invincible, or at least not so weak.

Yet there he was, hooked up to more machines than any living person ought to be without being half robot. The beeps and swishes they made kept him from truly resting. He heard them, just as he heard the doctors and nurses, and the few visitors he had, even when those people said he was in a coma.

And sometimes, he left his body while the medical equipment still worked, and he looked around the hospital room, at his coworkers, fellow Texas Rangers, who were checking in on him, or at Miller Hudson and his partner, Gideon Wells.

But Abraham didn’t see the one person he longed for. He thought maybe that was why he didn’t want to wake up.

He didn’t have any business longing for the young man who never visited. There was no reason for him to feel abandoned by him or hurt. Abraham wasn’t sure those were issues he was experiencing anyway. All he really was in touch with was that he hurt, so bad, and he was tired of hurting. If dying meant the pain ended, he was ready for his life to end.

Yet it didn’t. He didn’t. Instead, the machines droned and chirped, and medical staff came in to examine Abraham. Visitors showed up, though not too often now that he’d been in the hospital for a while. Abraham didn’t know the passing of the days and nights, but it felt like he’d been there in that bed for a long time.

He was tired, and ready for things to change. He just needed to decide what kind of change he wanted to occur—either he willed himself dead and gone, or he focused on trying to get better.

It wasn’t as easy a choice to make as Abraham would have once believed it to be.

* * * *

Opening his eyes almost took more effort than it was worth. Abraham wasn’t sure he’d even managed it until someone congratulated him on coming back to the world. His vision was so blurry, at first Abraham feared he’d damaged his eyes permanently, but some frantic blinking made a minimal difference.

“Here. You’ve got ointment in your eyes. Don’t get scared when I press this cloth to them.”

Abraham didn’t recognize the speaker. Her voice was steady and sure, though, so he was inclined to trust that she knew what she was doing. After she’d finished her ministrations, Abraham’s eyes began to focus.

“Well, it’s so good you decided to come back to us,” she said. “We took your tube out and have been slowly wakening you.”

Scrubs—nurse. Abraham’s brain made the connection. She had short gray hair and a round, pleasant face. Her smile held kindness, or it seemed so to him. Regardless, Abraham didn’t smile back.

“I’m Barb, and I’m on shift until eleven tonight.” Barb glanced away. “Oh, and here’s Doctor Molina, coming to check you over.”

More poking and prodding, just what Abraham wanted. But, he’d decided to put every effort he could into getting better. He was still furious at his body for being so weak and failing him, but there were things still tying him to his life. Something inside him had awakened and pushed him not to give up. Even now, he felt it, pulsing with determination, like an echo of his heartbeat.

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Blue Moon Rising 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
AGoodell More than 1 year ago
I’ve not read the other books in the series and was not lost while reading this one. This starts with Abraham trying to wake up so I’m guessing the last one ended with him being hurt? Even if it did, once again, I didn’t feel lost or disconnected from this current story. This one is all about Abraham healing, finally getting the bad guys and finding his mate. We also have Roman, he’s finally healing as well. Discovering who he is and what he is. Abraham was injured protecting Roman and other pack members and now is healing on pack lands, but is not aware of this shifter secret. As the healing happens what he does know is the pull he feels towards Roman and a feeling inside his body. Neither one he can explain, both he needs to figure out. Roman, now knows that Abraham is his mate but is unsure how to proceed with this information. He’s not sure taking a human is the proper thing to do, is he healed enough, either one of them, how is he going to react to the ultimate secret? all these questions come crashing down with the Lion shifters come a calling. Love the pace of this book, the way the author doesn’t give the characters a chance to wallow in self pity, or self doubt. The way we all band together to fight the fight and save the day. Really the only thing I could do with way less of was the sex. For someone that was traumatized, and granted it was a long time ago and you’re w/your mate, and the other is still very injured and very weak from ‘dying’ multi times from being shot and poisoned. They sure can use a lot of energy going at it. I was given a copy in exchange for an honest review by Crystal Many reviewers