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  Blue Moon Saloon, Volume 1

  Three-book collection

  by

  Anna Lowe

  Includes DAMNATION (Book 1), TEMPTATION (Book 2), and REDEMPTION (Book 3).

  Blue Moon Saloon, Volume 1

  Copyright © 2017 by Anna Lowe

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  Editing by Lisa A. Hollett

  Cover art by Jacqueline Sweet

  This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in articles or reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental.

  Other books in this series

  Blue Moon Saloon

  Perfection (a short story prequel)

  Damnation (Book 1)

  Temptation (Book 2)

  Redemption (Book 3)

  Salvation (Book 4)

  Deception (Book 5)

  Celebration (a holiday treat)

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  Desert Wolf: Friend or Foe (Book 1.1 in the Twin Moon Ranch series)

  Off the Charts (the prequel to the Serendipity Adventure series)

  Perfection (the prequel to the Blue Moon Saloon series)

  Contents

  Other books in this series

  Blue Moon Saloon

  Damnation

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

  Temptation

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  Redemption

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: Salvation

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  Three gripping paranormal romances in one red-hot volume! These highly acclaimed, emotional tales feature wounded heroes, powerful alphas, kickass heroines, and the spellbinding scenery of the desert Southwest. Everything you need for an unforgettable bear/wolf shifter romance!

  Behind the doors of the Blue Moon Saloon, alpha shifters confront their darkest fears and their deepest desires.

  Damnation, Book 1, is a passionate second-chance romance that was voted Best Shifter Book of 2016 by Reality Bites Magazine. In Temptation, Book 2, spunky she-wolf Janna fights to win the cowboy of her dreams. In Redemption, Book 3, bear shifter Soren Voss faces his inner demons and the harsh realities of his new relationship with Sarah, his first and only love. She’s a human who doesn’t know his deepest secrets — yet!

  So settle in, take a deep breath, and step through the swinging doors of the Blue Moon Saloon.

  Damnation

  Book 1 in the Blue Moon Saloon series

  by Anna Lowe

  Damnation

  Jessica Macks is a she-wolf on the run from a band of murderous rogues. When she finds a job at a shifter bar, it seems like a safe haven from her hunted life on the road. But the minute she walks through the swinging doors of the Blue Moon Saloon and comes face-to-face with the man she once loved, she’s tempted to march right back out. No way, no how is she risking her heart to that infuriating alpha bear again.

  Simon Voss thought he lost everything in an ambush months before: his home, his family, his past. His new job at the Blue Moon Saloon is a desperately needed fresh start on life. Then along comes Jessica, the irresistible she-wolf his clan forced him to reject years before. When Simon is obliged to hire Jessica and work side by side with the one woman to ever make his bear go wild, he’s half in heaven, half in hell. He hasn’t forgotten her, and she sure as hell hasn’t forgiven him. Is this just another path to heartbreak or his last chance to claim his destined mate?

  Chapter One

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  “Are you sure you want to do this?” Tina asked.

  Jessica forced herself to keep up a steady, confident stride and nodded firmly. “I want to do this.”

  I need to do this was more like it, but pride was about the only thing she had left.

  Tina glanced at her, but Jessica kept walking down the sidewalk in the dusty western town, pretending not to notice. She was getting to be a champ at pretending lots of things, like the fact she wasn’t shaking inside.

  Run! Run away! her inner wolf screamed.

  If she hadn’t had her sister, Janna, to think of, Jessica might have done just that — hit the road running and never looked back. Except she’d tried that already, and it hadn’t worked.

  Time to stop running, she told her inner wolf.

  We don’t know this pack. We don’t know this place, her wolf whined.

  “This is going to be great!” Janna smiled. “Is that the saloon?”

  Janna wasn’t just putting on a brave face. She actually was excited about what she’d called their lucky break. As if they were lucky to have lost their pack to a band of rogues one awful night six months ago. As if they were lucky to be leapfrogging from one place to another in search of some safe refuge.

  Jess shook her head. God, she was getting bitter. Her sister was right. This could be their lucky break. They’d found a pack willing to set them up with work and a place to stay. And not just any pack, but Twin Moon, one of the most powerful packs to emerge in the Southwest in recent years. Tina Hawthorne-Rivera was a leading member of that pack, and she seemed to have a soft spot for wayward shifters in need of a second chance.

  Jessica bit her lip, thinking about the long road she’d traveled in the past few months. Maybe she and Janna could finally stop looking over their shoulders and catch their breath.

  “That’s the place,” Tina replied, waving to the two-story building owned by her pack. “Blue Moon Saloon.”

  Jess drew in a long breath and slowed to look it over.

  She couldn’t have conjured anything more Wild West out of her imagination if she’d tried. The whole historic center of the old town was like that — a high-altitude frontier town, barely dragged into modern times.
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  “Perfect location, just a block off Whiskey Row.” Tina nodded in pride.

  Jessica’s inner wolf whined. I like home better.

  Yes, well, home was gone, and she could never go back to that place.

  Want my mate, the wolf whimpered.

  Yeah, well. He didn’t want us. When would the stupid beast get that through its head?

  Anger worked better than the grief that welled up every time she thought of that part of her past, so she hung on to it for the time being. She combed her long, brown hair back and stood at her full five foot eight. She needed this job, damn it. She’d get it.

  “This is so cute!” Janna exclaimed. “Don’t you think, Jess?”

  She took in the peeling paint, the dusty windows. Cute might describe the empty shop to the right, but not the saloon, which was dark and dreary, just like the people who gravitated toward a place like that, she’d bet. Waitressing, she didn’t mind. But getting her ass pinched… No, thanks.

  She glanced at her reflection in the glass and grimaced at her worn jeans and checkered top. Maybe she didn’t have to worry about getting harassed. She’d gone from lean and athletic to downright gaunt in the past couple of months.

  “The saloon ran well for years — well enough to pay the rent, at least — but the man we were leasing it to retired, and the new guys only took it over a month ago.”

  Jess raised an eyebrow in a question.

  Tina gave a tiny nod and lowered her voice. “Shifters, like us. None of the neighbors know.” Her stern look made it clear that none of the neighbors could ever find out. That was a given in the shifter world. The constant secrecy, the veil of normalcy. Shifters could blend in perfectly as long as they kept their beast sides tightly leashed.

  Tina tilted her head toward the wooded hills surrounding the town. “Good place to run when you need a break.”

  When your wolf needs a break, she meant. Every shifter needed a chance to let their inner animals run free — and not only under the light of a full moon.

  “The building is over a hundred years old,” Tina went on, speaking louder again.

  Yes, she could see it in the detailed moldings, the ornate windows, the false front.

  “The ground floor is really three units, but two were combined for the saloon.”

  Jessica’s eyes kept traveling to the smaller place on the right. The cute one. “What’s in there?”

  Tina sighed. “It used to be a small art gallery. Before that, a café. But we haven’t been able to find a renter for it in years.”

  God, if she had some start-up capital… Jessica shook the thought off. It would take a hell of a lot of tips to get to the point where she could even think about that. And until she had peace of mind about the rogues hounding her… Why even wish?

  “You can live upstairs,” Tina said. “If you’re sure you don’t want to stay on the ranch. We do have the space, you know.”

  Jess wasn’t sure about anything, but living among a pack of strangers didn’t really appeal. Not even a whole pack of wolves as nice as Tina. Plus, neither Jess nor Janna had their own wheels, and even if they did, the forty-five-minute commute into town each day — and each late night — would be a bit much.

  “This will be fine,” Jess said, trying to keep doubt out of her voice.

  “It will need some work…” Tina warned.

  Jessica wondered if she meant the saloon, the apartment upstairs, or the whole new life she faced now.

  “…and you’ll have to share a bathroom with the guys…”

  “No problem!” Janna chirped.

  God, Jessica hoped not. That was the other unknown in the equation. She’d have to live under the same roof as her new boss or bosses. Who were the two men running the place, anyway? Shifters, was all she knew.

  “They’re good guys,” Tina added quickly. “Hard-working. Honest.”

  She sure hoped so.

  “…a little rough around the edges, maybe…”

  Jess pictured natty beards, worn jeans, western drawls.

  “…but I’m sure they’ll be fine. And they can really use your help.”

  That was another thing. Everything Tina didn’t say suggested the saloon wasn’t exactly off to a stellar start. Not that Jess minded hard work, but it would be nice to be part of a successful, competent team.

  “Anything you need, you let me know,” Tina said.

  “Thanks,” Jess said, meeting her eyes so Tina knew she meant it. The she-wolf had gone out of her way to help Jess and Janna from the very start.

  She’s got a soft spot for outcasts, Tina’s mate, Rick, had explained back on the ranch, when he’d looked at Tina like she was the sun and he was the moon, devoted to orbiting faithfully to the end of his days.

  The saloon doors — a pair of real saloon doors that swung both ways — split open, and a tall figure strode out.

  “Hello, Ty,” Tina said while Jessica and Janna hung back.

  Tina was probably the only person west of the Missouri who could greet that man so casually. Jessica’s eyes hit the ground, and not just because it was a required sign of submission to the alpha of Twin Moon pack. The man had a pointed, laser glare, and sheer wolf power sloughed off him in waves.

  “Hi,” he growled.

  Once upon a time, Jess had made a habit of showing such men she wasn’t easily impressed, but she’d been on the run long enough to know to keep her place. Just in case.

  “Don’t mind my brother,” Tina whispered out of the corner of her mouth, then swept right by him and into the saloon.

  Ty Hawthorne held the left half of the saloon door open in a surprisingly polite gesture for an alpha that powerful, and for a moment, the watch-your-step-on-my-turf aura he gave off softened to a more gentle, you’ll-be-safe-here.

  Jess took a last, deep breath and walked through the doors, feeling as if she were leaping into a deep, murky pool.

  At first, she couldn’t see anything, but as her eyes adjusted to the dim interior, she could make out the trappings of an authentic saloon. Four poker tables stood in the middle, and booths lined the sides. A weathered sign on the right read, Check your guns at the door, and it was hard to tell whether the message was a gag or not. Otherwise, the walls were decorated with black-and-white scenes of the frontier town in days gone by — all covered with enough dust to suggest that the new management hadn’t changed the decor. Or the menu, judging by the faded chicken-scratch on the chalkboard by the front door. Not a soul in sight, but then, it was ten in the morning — before opening time.

  Janna, of course, waltzed right in. “Great! A pool table.”

  There was a dartboard, too, a standup piano, and an old jukebox to one side. But the centerpiece of the saloon, and the thing that had Jess halt dead in her tracks, was the bar itself. A huge, oak masterpiece that took up all of the back wall. Bottles of booze glittered in the light bouncing off the huge mirror in the middle section, and an antique Winchester hung over the top. But it was the woodwork that caught her eye. Intricately carved wooden supports held up each of the many shelves, and a mountain scene was etched into the upper panel. A wolf howled at the moon, a bear waded in a stream, and an eagle soared overhead.

  “Gorgeous,” she murmured.

  A finely crafted latticework covered the entire upper section, all the way to the molded tin ceiling of the room. The bar itself was polished to a glow in the sunlight filtering through the windows, as was the brass footrail underneath.

  Two things were immediately evident. First, someone had put a hell of a lot of time into carving that bar a long, long time ago. Second, someone very recently had put a hell of a lot of time into restoring it all.

  “Nice, huh?” Tina murmured.

  “More than nice. It’s spectacular,” she agreed.

  “My great-uncle made it, ninety years ago.”

  Pool balls clicked behind them, and Jessica spun to see her sister blow at the tip of a pool stick like a gunslinger who’d just made the perfect shot. Kn
owing Janna, it was a perfect shot. But didn’t they have more important things to do, like meeting their new boss?

  Jessica looked around. Spider webs filled the other corners of the place, but damn did that bar gleam. If the guy put as much work into the rest of the place as he had into the bar, it wouldn’t be half bad. But the tables were crooked, the chairs chipped. The saloon had seen more than one brawl in its time. She was sure of that.

  “Hello?” Tina called. Her voice echoed down a narrow hallway that appeared to lead to the kitchen and a back room.

  “Coming,” a deep voice came from out of sight.

  Jessica’s wolf perked its ears. Froze. Practically pointed like a goddamn hunting dog, too. She gave it a mental swat, but the beast didn’t budge. What the hell was that about?

  Her nostrils flared, but all she could pick up was the scent of the shifters around her and the stale smell of French fries.

  “Be right there,” a second voice came. A low, rumbly voice, like that of a bear roused from his den.

  Her wolf soul had been slumbering for most of the morning, but now, it jumped up and down, growling at the bars of its cage. Wagging its tail frantically from a crazy cocktail of mixed emotions. Excitement with a splash of hope, a touch of arousal, and a whole lot of fear, clinking around like a couple of ice cubes in a whiskey glass.

  What? She wanted to scream at her wolf. What?

  Two square-shouldered forms stepped out of the shadows of the hallway, one half a step ahead of the other. Big, burly men who moved like bulldozers, confident that any living thing would back the hell out of their way. Each slowed to brush a shoulder against the doorframe as he came through, the way some shifters did to mark their turf.

  Short, sandy hair. Scruffy stubble. Dark, wary eyes. Huge, steely hands clenched into fists. Two men who couldn’t be anything but brothers.

  A warm rush of adrenaline exploded inside her and bounced around her veins, and her mind whirled. Not possible. It couldn’t be…