Gypsy Moon

A piercing howl splits the night as Jennifer cowers against her headboard looking at those crowded around her bed. They call themselves family, but to her they are complete strangers—until Lance walks in.

The only one that didn't seem to belong.

He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. Dark, piercing sapphire eyes, clean shaven, and dressed in an expensive suit, the kind you see only on high priced lawyers—or gangsters.

From within the dappled shadows of the veranda, stood Lanc...