The Dark of the Moon — Rain Trueax

‘The Dark of the Moon' is also in the trilogy, ‘Diablo Canyon.' In Book One, ‘When Fates Conspire', Myra, who owns the Box Z ranch, lost her son Clayton. She has known a lot of loss and now faces those trying to pressure her to sell her beloved ranch.
A stranger arrives at the ranch-- Pace Emerson. His offer of working for her may not be all there is to why he's there. Where Myra is a woman who has loved and lost, Pace has never loved because he has a secret that makes him different than others. He is a warrior for light.

Cole Morgan, from ‘When Fates Conspire,' is facing disturbing dreams and memories, which he cannot explain. He knows he made a mistake by not bringing charges against his murderous stepbrothers. With Jessica soon to have their baby, Cole needs resolution and hires an agency to find out what his brothers are plotting. It will eventually bring him, with his wife, to the Box Z.
The Dark of the Moon is a story of the unseen side of life. For every joy and wondrous event, somewhere are other events, which can force a total reevaluation of what life is about.
Each of the novellas in this trilogy have a complete love story. The final revealing for what is happening is in the third novella, ‘Storm in the Canyon'.
39,402 words
Heat level: ♥♥♥
some strong language and mild profanity

This book is also available with all three novellas in ‘Diablo Canyon Trilogy' where the heat level goes up, with the scenes behind closed doors are now in the book.

Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwDx-76d8RQ

Snippet:
“Once we take care of whatever is going after your stock, you won't need me.” He threw her saddle over the fence beside his.
“I started a slow cooker this morning.” She ignored what he had said. “Chili. Come on up in a bit. I am planning to make biscuits to go along with it.”
“No rocky mountain oysters?” he teased as he gestured toward the bucket of scraped off testicles.
“You two can have them if you are so inclined,” she said wrinkling her nose. “I would appreciate you cook them downwind from me.”
He grinned. “I had another idea for them actually.”
“What?”
“Bait.”
She stiffened. “You don't mean the predator.”
“I can't start on it right away; so I'll put these in the barn refrigerator with the antibiotics. Tomorrow, I need to go into Billings. When I get back, I'll set them out and then get myself to where I can get a shot at whatever comes. You can't let whatever is out there continue killing your stock.”
“Maybe it does it at night.”
“Might be. I plan to be out there until I get it.”
“Maybe it left. There were no fresh carcasses in the north sections.”
“It's too easy pickings here. It will be back. I sense it. I will head up to that canyon you mentioned. It might be hiding in there.” It was the most likely possibility.
She grabbed his arm. “I don't want you going in the canyon.”
“Myra, if I can lure it out, I will; but it has to be dealt with. It might show up here someday.”
“I'm afraid. I forbid you to go there. This is my ranch. I give the orders in case you forgot.”
He smiled at the fervor in her voice. “Boss lady, you can tell me what to do in a lot of places.” His voice had softened. “A few of them I might really like, but that's not one.”
“I'll fire you first.” He saw then the fear in her eyes.
He stepped back, leaning his elbow now on the corral. “You want to tell me about it?”