Marked by Moonlight (Moon Chasers Series #1)

Marked by Moonlight (Moon Chasers Series #1)

by Sharie Kohler

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She doesn't know what bit her...

Seemingly overnight, Claire Morgan has transformed: the normally mousy schoolteacher is now bold, and her behavior is truly wild. Her eyes gleam silver. Suddenly she's a self-confident femme fatale with a libido that just won't quit. After an impulsive makeover, she's even...dare she say it? Is Claire going insane?

Then brutally handsome stranger Gideon March tells her she was bitten by a werewolf, and Claire figures he's the insane one. Sure, she was attacked by a nasty dog in a back alley, but this guy stalking her says he's a member of an underground society of lycan hunters — and his mission is to kill her immediately.

When Claire finally realizes she really is a lycan, there's no turning back — because by now Claire and Gideon are bound by a hungry passion. If they can't break the curse by the next full moon, Claire's soul will be lost forever and Gideon will be forced to terminate his prey — a woman dangerously close to devouring him, heart and soul.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781416542278
Publisher: Pocket Books
Publication date: 12/26/2007
Series: Moon Chasers Series , #1
Pages: 368
Product dimensions: 6.68(w) x 10.98(h) x 0.97(d)

About the Author

SHARIE KOHLER is a USA Today bestselling author who also writes historical romances and a paranormal young adult series under the name Sophie Jordan. Her popular Moon Chasers paranormal series is available from Pocket Books.

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Chapter One

Beware the silent dog.

Man's Best Friend: An Essential Guide to Dogs

Stepping out of her car, Claire Morgan sniffed the smog-laden air warily. Locking her door, she faced the run-down apartment building and sighed. Brushing the salt of French fries off of her slacks—evidence of her weak- willed drive-through detour—she eyed the gray building made all the more ugly by painted-on shutters framing every window. Even armed with her city map, it had taken her over an hour to find it. Apparently in this neighborhood, when street signs went missing, no one bothered to replace them.

Distracted, she failed to notice two adolescents on skateboards launching themselves down the center of the street in her path. One of the skaters clipped her hip, nearly knocking her to the pavement.

"Hey!" she cried.

One of the youths turned back and flicked her an obscene gesture.

"What am I doing here?" she muttered, shaking her head.

But she knew the answer to that question even as she asked it.

She was here for Lenny.

By all accounts, Lenny Alvarez had been a lost cause. Seventeen, repeating his sophomore year, he'd originally sat in the back of the class with his head down, buried in his arms. Gradually, as the year progressed, he'd started paying attention, even staying after class so she could tutor him for his SAT, which he was scheduled to take tomorrow. It was the one test he couldn't miss; he would be there if she had to drive him to school herself.

Squaring her shoulders, she faced Lenny's apartment building. A radio played in the distance. The Tejano music that echoed off the row of apartment buildings lining the block had a liveliness that contrasted with the eerie stillness of the neighborhood. Sweat dampened her nape and she lifted the hair off her neck to let the faint breeze cool her skin.

Normally, she would be popping in a movie right about now, a plate of pizza on her lap like most Friday nights. A Saturday of grading papers would follow, and then a Sunday of church and dinner with the parents. She shrugged one shoulder. A break from routine wouldn't hurt.

And this was Lenny.

Stepping onto the sidewalk, she prayed she wouldn't have to confront Lenny's drunken foster father.

A dog hurled itself, spitting and growling, against the filth-encrusted screen of a ground-floor apartment. Jumping back, she dubiously eyed the tiny screws holding the screen in place—the only thing preventing the animal from mauling her.

Gripping the iron railing with a clammy palm, she fled up the stairs, doing her best to ignore the sudden memory of her cousin's mastiff attacking her when she was only eight.

The barking grew fainter as she neared the door of apartment 212. The sound of a television blared through the steel-framed door. She rapped on the door. No answer. She tried again, harder this time.

Suddenly a hard voice demanded, "What do you want?"

Claire spun around, clutching the stinging knuckles of her hand. An elderly woman with sagging jowls and deeply carved wrinkles peered from a cracked door across the way.

"I'm looking for Lenny. The boy who lives here. Do you know him?"

Small, piercing eyes studied her above the sagging chain lock. "You a social worker?" Before Claire could answer, the woman rushed forth with, "Cause you should've taken that boy away a long time ago."

"I'm not a social worker." Claire shook her head vigorously. "I'm his English teacher."

The old woman snorted. "What kinda teacher makes house calls?"

"He's been absent three days." Three days. And Lenny never missed class. "I'm worried. Tomorrow's his SAT, and I want to make sure he's there." Claire didn't voice her other concern—that she feared his foster father had harmed him.

The woman absorbed this. Her disdain seemed to abate, and the hard glint in her eyes softened. She peered cautiously to the left and right before undoing the chain and opening the door wider to stick her salt-and-pepper head out. "The boy's gone. Forget 'bout him."

"Gone?" Claire frowned.

"Yeah, gone." The woman shooed Claire with her wrinkled hand. "Now you go on home. You shouldn't be here." Her head bobbed up and down. "Go on now. Leave. And don't come back here again."

She blinked at the strange command and jabbed her thumb at the apartment behind her. "Has something happened to Lenny?"

Those piercing, ancient eyes narrowed. "I seen the boy. These ol' eyes seen a whole world of things." She paused, pointing two gnarly, arthritic fingers to each of her eyes. "I seen the boy. And he's gone. Just forget 'bout him."

Claire gave her head a small shake, suspecting the woman with her strange words wasn't quite right in the head. "Thanks."

"You see that boy, run the other way! Hear me? Run the other way!"

Her smile wobbly, Claire moved toward the stairwell, pausing on the top step. "Er, yes, ma'am."

The dog's frenzied barks followed her as she crossed the street to her car. Disappointment squeezing her chest, she dug for her keys, noticing a figure streaking across the empty playground in front of her car. Suddenly he tripped and fell, stirring up a cloud of red sand. Resting her elbows on the roof of the car she waited, the teacher in her compelled to see the youth rise to his feet.

The sun had disappeared below the rooftops, tinting the sky a hazy purple. Visibility fast fading, she squinted across the distance, watching the boy rise. He glanced over his shoulder to check behind him.

And she saw his face.


Their eyes met across the playground. Recognition flashed in his face. He slapped a hand in the air, batting her away before sprinting off in the opposite direction.

Oh, I don't think so. She hadn't tutored him hours after school and paid his testing fee so he could blow her off and skip his exam. Stuffing her keys in her pocket, she slung her purse over her shoulder and took off after him. He was taking his SAT tomorrow. She would see to that. Few teenagers could turn their lives around so late in the game, especially at her high school, where the students were predominately "at risk." Sh wasn't going to let Lenny slip through the cracks.

Her khaki-clad legs ate up the ground, her sensible shoes pounding the earth as dusk sank into night. Darkness encroached and the shadows took on a life of their own, pressing all around her. Only streetlights kept night from swallowing her entirely. Up ahead, Lenny passed beneath one, its bean a spotlight on him as he turned and disappeared between an all-night Laundromat and a nail salon with pink blinking lights. Halting, she peered into the alley's dark, cavernous depths.

Panting for breath, she lifted her face, watching as the clouds parted, breaking to reveal a full moon. The alley was suddenly awash in a pearly glow. A lone Dumpster sat against one wall, its putrid scent reaching her nostrils. The alley looked empty. No sign of Lenny anywhere. A dead end loomed ahead, so he couldn't have escaped. He had to be on the other side of the Dumpster.

Legs aching from her run, she moved the toe of one of her shoes into the alley.

"Lenny!" Her voice bounced off the two buildings on either side of her. "It's Miss Morgan! Please come out. You're not in trouble."

A low, anguished groan answered her.

"Lenny?" She advanced one sliding step at a time, concern for him swelling in her heart. Had his foster father hurt him? "Are you okay?"

"Stop! Don't come any closer," came his muffled voice, almost indistinguishable. "Can't stop it, can't help—" His voice faded into a moan.

Then nothing.


Nearing the Dumpster, the soles of her shoes scraped over loose gravel, the only sound in the unnatural silence. She heard nothing beyond the rasp of her breath, and she could not help thinking the city was never this quiet.

"Lenny? Are you hurt?" Her voice cracked on the air.

Shadows pressed in, closing upon her. Her nape tingled and she trembled. The world beyond vanished, the narrow space becoming a tomb, blotting out all life, trapping her within.

A desperate whisper flew through her mind. Go! Get out of here!

Her feet rooted to the ground, unable to obey the silent command. She stole another glance at the sky. Her breath caught. A red-tinged moon. No longer pearl white. Blood moon, her mother called it. Blood moon, someone's dying soon.

As that litany echoed in her head, her feet shuffled backward. She hugged her leather purse to her chest, the strap slung limply over her shoulder.

Abruptly, the moon's glow vanished like a candle snuffed out. Darkness descended. With a shuddering breath, she searched the dark sky for moonlight to get her bearings. The tiny hairs at her nape tingled anew. She squinted against the murky air just as a large shape materialized in front of her.

"Lenny? Is that—"

Pain exploded in her face. She staggered and fell, her head hitting the ground with a sickening smack. Tears sprang to her eyes.

A massive weight fell on her, so crushing she couldn't draw air. She raised hands to push it off, encountering only fistfuls of coarse hair. Dazed, she wondered how the dog had gotten loose and followed her.

Then all thought fled.

There was only agony.

Pain ripped into her shoulder. She screamed as she was hoisted off the ground. The pain sharpened into a million pinpoints of fire as she was shaken side to side, her mouth opened wide in a silent, frozen scream.

Stop. Oh God, make it stop.

As if in answer to her prayer, the stabbing pressure in her shoulder abruptly ceased. The weight bearing her down vanished. She lifted her hand to clutch her shoulder and encountered the slippery stickiness of blood.

Using her uninjured arm, she flattened her palm against the pavement and struggled to her feet, eyes straining to see through the gloom.

She made out two figures locked in struggle moving deeper into the alley, away from her. One was definitely a man. But the other? She shook her groggy head. A dog? No. It was too large.

Whatever it was—she was leaving while she still had the chance.

She staggered off, but even numb with pain something nagged at her, niggling in the back of her mind. A memory flashed in her head with crystalline precision, like an old reel-to-reel home movie.

A blinding, bright day. The kind of hot, thick air she could grab with both hands and taste on her tongue. The prickly, sharp edges of freshly cut grass scratching her ankles as she ran, then her face as her cousin's growling and snarling mastiff tackled her to the lawn. The heavy paws on her back. The rank, hot breath on her neck. The paralyzing fear as sharp teeth sank into her flesh.

Tonight marked the second time in her life a dog had attacked her. Except tonight the animal had been silent. No barking. No growling. Not a single sound to warn of its attack.

As if it had been lying in wait.

Gideon March had killed before. He'd faced stronger than the one before him and come out on top. Tonight had marked another victory.

Squatting, he inspected it with a clinical dispassion, one hand braced on a hard, denim-clad knee. He pulled the nine-millimeter from its holster and with a few deft twists screwed on the silencer. The silver-bladed knife protruding from the creature's burly chest would only impede it temporarily. There was just enough time to finish the job before it was on its feet again.

Pointing the gun, he fired. The eyes widened, transforming from icy silver to dark brown as the bullet penetrated a thick pelt of hair, muscle, and bone. Sitting back on his heels, he waited, observing his quarry thoughtfully as the creature shifted one final time.

This one had been alone. The older and more experienced never left themselves open to ambush, but Gideon had spotted him a mile away. The instant he'd entered the pool hall, Gideon had marked him. His eyes stood out, a beacon among mortals. No colored contacts to camouflage his silver eyes from hunters.

Gideon glanced over his shoulder to verity they were still alone. Just as he thought—the woman was long gone. Turning, he watched the shifting complete. The dark fur disappeared and the musculature shrank, revealing a scrawny adolescent body clinging to the last moments of life.

"Ah, hell." He ran a hand over his face, suddenly reeling older than his thirty- two years. His dispassion slipped a notch as he suffered a stab of regret. In the smoky pool hall, he had appeared young, and now Gideon saw he was just a kid. No more than eighteen. The naked body lying on the pavement looked barely out of puberty. This did not bode well. He knew the nature and habits of lycans well, had spent half his life making it his business to know. They would never bring someone so young into their fold and then leave him to run alone.

Had he been accidentally infected?

The kid coughed, trying to speak, but blood gurgled in the back of his throat. Too bad. Gideon wished he could press him for information. Instead, he placed his hand over the kid's brow, compelled to end his suffering.

"Don't talk. It'll pass soon." He pressed the barrel to the kid's forehead.

A hand shot out, circling Gideon's wrist in a hold surprisingly firm for one weakening in death.

His finger stilled on the trigger. They never lingered like this. This kid was a fighter.

"I—I didn't mean to hurt her." The boy coughed violently, blood spattering from his lips and spraying Gideon's hand.

Gideon reasoned that he referred to the woman who'd run off. Damn fool. She had signed her own death warrant. Even if she didn't believe in things that went bump in the night, basic self-preservation would keep a lone woman from strolling down an alley in the Fifth Ward.

The fact that the kid was sorry didn't change a damn thing. It was done.

And the woman would have to pay.

"I know," he murmured.

And they weren't just words. He did know. Better than anyone. It was never intentional. The bloodlust simply overpowered the will. It corrupted the soul, stealing both conscience and free will. To kill was inescapable.

Which was why he had to find the woman.

"Miss Morgan. Help her." The boy squeezed Gideon's wrist in a final surge of strength, lifting his head to glare at him fiercely. "Before she changes. Save her."

His fingers slipped from Gideon's wrist, and his head fell back to the pavement. "Finish it." The kid's voice was hollow as his gaze lifted to the sky.

Gideon complied. With another muffled zing, the kid lay dead. He stood and looked down at the wasted life. Although he had delivered the fatal blow, he suffered no guilt. Gideon had destroyed him, but the kid had been murdered some other time, in some other place, by an embodiment of evil that walked the earth even now, hunting its prey.

He unscrewed the silencer and holstered the gun. Then he pulled free the knife and wiped it clean before returning it to the sheath beneath his jacket. Flipping open his cell phone, he dialed. One ring and a brusque voice picked up.

"March here. Got another one. Holcomb and Delcorte. Between a Laundromat and a nail salon." Without waiting for a reply, he clapped his cell shut and snapped it back on his belt. Those terse words sufficed. The body would be disposed of without sending the local police into a frenzied search for a mad gunman.

As he walked out of the alley, a small bundle caught his eye. He bent and picked up the handbag and rummaged through it. Flipping open the wallet, he quickly scanned the driver's license behind the protective plastic cover. A piece of cake. His hunt just got easy.

Claire Elizabeth Morgan stared back at him, a plain face framed by hair so neat and perfect it could have been a plastic wig. Frigid, he couldn't help thinking, suddenly reminded of the nuns at St. Ignatius, where he had attended school until his parents' deaths.

He scanned the rest of the information at a glance. Age: thirty-one. Hair: brown. Eyes: brown. The address was clear across town, in the burbs. What the hell had she been doing here? He snapped the wallet shut and stuffed it into the purse. The night was still young.

Might as well get it over with.

Copyright © 2008 by Sharie Kohler

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Marked by Moonlight (Moon Chasers Series #1) 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 47 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed Claire and Gideon's story. Great story of a woman discovering her self worth and confidence and a man finding his heart.
TXBookloverNW More than 1 year ago
I sacrificed sleep, but it was so worth it. I could not put this book down. I loved the beginning of each chapter with a snippet from Man's Best Friend: An Essential Guide To Dogs. It added humor and snark. Can't wait to start #2.
booklover1A1 More than 1 year ago
This book is surprisingly good, good story, characters, well written. Overall GOOD. I usually read about Vampires or Demons(Jacquelyn Frank, Gena Showalter, Linsay Sands, etc...)but this is exellent!! read it, you won't regret!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Claire Morgan is a skittish mouse of a woman who's dedicated her life to high-risk high-schoolers. She never imagined `high-risk' would involve a dark alley and the excruciating pain of a lycan bite. Assuming she's only been bitten by a stray dog and not a newly-transformed student, Claire is oblivious to the slow, inexorable transformation that will culminate on the next full moon, leaving her a fearsome, frenzied wild beast. Gideon March has a long and vengeful history with lycans. A witness to Claire's assault, he kills her attacker, fully intending to murder Claire before she has a chance to change and feed. But inexplicably, he can't pull the trigger and instead finds himself in the unfamiliar position of trying to convince Claire what her future holds unless they can reverse the effects of the lycan bite before it's too late. Thrumming with sexual tension and a thrilling undercurrent of suspense, Marked by Moonlight cements Sharie Kohler as a compelling new voice in paranormal romance.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book has everything I love in a paranormal romance: great sexy chemistry between the hero and heroine, life- threatening conflict, emotional depth, and a mystery
Guest More than 1 year ago
Marked by Moonlight is the debut novel in an exciting new series by Sharie Kohler (aka Sophie Jordan). It is super sexy, the tension is incredibly palpable and it kept me thoroughly entertained from beginning to end. One thing I love about Sharie's writing is that it is so descriptive. I always felt like I was right there with Claire and Gideon ... feeling what they were feeling, seeing what they were seeing, smelling what they were smelling. Claire is such a believable character as she went from meek to aggressive. The way that Sharie described and showed the changes that Claire went through, made me feel like I was a fly on the wall ... or that I was her. I loved Claire. And Gideon, well, he is just hot! He was persistent with Claire and didn't give up on her which was completely endearing. He is a strong, sexy hero that could of, given his past, taken the easy route, but didn't. Sharie made Gideon's decision to save Claire completely understandable ... and that made me love him even more. These two were made for each other. And the secondary characters added so much to the story. Overall, I loved this book and am eagerly anticipating the next book in the series!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
In this fast paced tale of a newly infected lycan and a dedicated lycan hunter, Sharie Kohler has created an intriguing world that draws the reader in from the first page. Claire Morgan is a teacher looking for a missing student when she¿s attacked by a werewolf. Gideon March kills the beast but not before Claire¿s infected. He knows he should kill her too, but for the first time in his life he wants to save a lycan from the fate that awaits her at the next full moon. As Claire and Gideon race against time to find and kill the Alpha of the lycan pack and free Claire, they must learn to trust each other even as they fight the dangerous passion they both feel. The book¿s world unfolds to the reader as Claire learns about the lycans and the secret society of lycan hunters who will kill her on sight. While Claire finds a new strength as a lycan to deal with childhood abuse, Gideon faces his own ghosts to heal the burning hatred that has driven him since he was a teenager. One of the secondary characters, an ancient lycan named Darius, is especially fascinating because he forces both Claire and Gideon to look beyond the stereotype and trust him Although I had never read a werewolf paranormal before, Ms. Kohler¿s characters and their world were so skillfully developed, familiarity with the mythology was not necessary. My only disappointment was that the story ended. I sure hope Ms. Kohler writes Darius¿s story one day soon.
amf0001 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I didn't like this book primarily because I didn't like the way it portrayed werewolves. I've read too many books where they are complex if not positive, to accept them as slavering evil beasts. So I wasn't able to buy into the horror premise of turning into one, or like Gideon too much for killing every one he met. So not buying into their world, it was hard to accept anything else, and I skimmed rather than read, and then stopped skimming and just jumped to the end which didn't do much for me either.
The_Book_Queen on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book had everything-- love, lust, action, suspense, paranormal themes, and even a few laughs. Even though I didn't particularly like the fact that in this world, lycans, aka werewolves, are bad creatures, evil and soulless, I still thought that Sharie Kohler, AKA Sophia Jordan, did a pretty good job of proving that she can write paranormal romances almost as good as she can historical ones! I liked that the heroine was kind of shy and quiet, mousy is often use to describe her, but she still gets the man and she even realizes that she can stick up for herself, that she is a strong, brave woman. I like that-- I can't stand having a whiny, wimpy heroine, and I'm sorry, but I was getting a bit tired of all the heroines in the previous four or so romances I've read being blondes. Yeah Brunettes! *And yes, I am one of them (brunette, that is)...* The hero was sexy and fierce, and I think he would have made a great werewolf alpha male, but oh well. He had a bit of a bad past, which was what made him join the organization that kills the lycans. And the name... Gideon... Seriously, is there a sexier name out there? Well, okay, so maybe there are a few, but Gideon is still pretty high on the sexy list! I'm interesting in finding out Darius's story, the ancient lycan that Claire and Gideon 'befriend'. He's not evil and soulless like he should be, and of course he's described as being deliciously handsome. I'm hoping that she's going to write his story. Also, I know that the next book in this series covers Kit's *Gideon's sister* story, which should be good! I cannot wait to read it!4.5/5 stars! A great story that combines many elements together almost flawlessly and will have you sitting on the edge of your seat! I will say that I do wish she had played up the 'romance' element a little bit more, because it seemed to take a backseat more than a few times throughout the story. Still, even that wasn't enough to ruin the over all book.
blingtastic on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This paranormal romance has everything I look for in a book: great chemistry between the hero and heroine, life-threatening conflict, emotional depth, and a mystery. Great debut
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