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Psyche Moon
Psyche Moon
Psyche Moon
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Sadie can reach into your mind to discover anything she chooses, change a memory, and much more. She swore long ago she would never again use her abilities to control or exploit another being. She doesn’t know why she has power over the mind, but those who discover her abilities flee from her. People fear what they don’t understand, so she hides her powers.

Billie can hear a conversation two blocks away and smell the neighbor's gardenias on your shoes. She notices everything in her surroundings and has physical strength and speed far surpassing any Human’s. Beta of the local Wolf Pack and the second most powerful Wolf in the Pacific Northwest, she approaches life with confidence and pride.

An unusual and passionate connection sparks, and they quickly discover neither is an ordinary woman. Still they hide their full nature from each other. Sadie lies for fear of rejection. Billie conceals the truth to keep a promise. In the dead of night, in fear for their lives, they must expose their secrets or die.

What could be more disturbing than discovering your girlfriend is a werewolf? Finding out you're even more fearsome ... and her Pack's sworn enemy. “Mages cannot be trusted.”

This book contains descriptions of lesbian sex. If you're under 18 years old or you object for any reason, then this isn't the book for you. Otherwise, enjoy!

"This book pulls you in. It enthralls your mind. It holds your senses captive. And then it leaves you hungry for so much more! ..." ~behrkat, Amazon.com

"I greatly enjoy the book, the turn of every page kept me intense to see what was going to happen next, it's nice to read a book that you can't put down ..." ~moramia, Amazon.com

LanguageEnglish
PublisherChrissie Buhr
Release dateJan 23, 2014
ISBN9781311232519
Psyche Moon
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Chrissie Buhr

Characters and stories unfold within me whether I write or not. So I write! I love to dream the impossible and bring magic into the mundane. I believe beauty can be found in the most difficult of moments and humor keeps us sane in the midst of chaos. My characters are fantastic creatures that open our senses and let us see the world in a new way. Yet they are like any of us with strengths and weaknesses, struggles and triumphs, and sometimes they simply want to survive what life throws at them. When typing a conversation feels more like transcribing than creating and the words flow naturally from their lips, I know I’ve successfully breathed life into the characters.Whether living in a cabin in the woods or a city apartment, Idaho’s wilderness is my home. The wilds are true civilization, and its inhabitants my sisters and brothers. I am most content with open sky above me, trees surrounding me, and feet bare against the earth. If you want to know how I feel about the wilds, look through Billie's eyes. She got it from me. I live a simple life. Friends, family, art, writing, and community are my world. The homes in my stories are oftentimes decorated with pieces inspired by local artists who have inspired me. I enjoy herbs and herb lore and spend time in the deserts and mountains around me.

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Psyche Moon - Chrissie Buhr

Psyche Moon

Chrissie Buhr

Psyche Moon

by Chrissie Buhr

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2013 Treasure Valley Writing Services

ISBN: 9781311232519

Psyche Moon is a work of fiction and a construct of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, businesses, organizations, locales, or events is coincidental.

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. It may not be re-sold or given away to others. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you're reading this ebook and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased solely for your use, then please return to an online retailer and purchase your own copy. No part of this ebook may be reproduced in any form without the prior permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Thank you for respecting my creative efforts!

Note to the Reader

This is the second edition of Psyche Moon, the first published in July 2013 exclusively on Amazon.com. After some great reader feedback I decided to rework the story a bit. The storyline is the same and only minor nuances have shifted that an attentive reader might notice from book to book. If you've already read Psyche Moon, you don't have to read it again to keep going. You can continue on Billie and Sadie's journey in the coming books without missing a step.

If this is your first foray into Billie and Sadie's world, then welcome! Enjoy our adventure.

Dedication

For all the women in my life:

family, friends and lovers.

May you know endless beauty

and experience love without regret.

May your dreams be filled with wonders

and your lives imbued with magic.

Table of Contents

Note to the Reader

Dedication

Begin Reading Psyche Moon

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

About Chrissie Buhr

Preview Psyche Honor

A hungry wolf is not at rest.

~ As quoted in Henry G. Bohn, A polyglot of foreign proverbs, (1857) ~

Chapter 1

The music pulsed around me, vibrating through my body, as I managed to weave through the crowd without spilling merlot on myself or anyone else. Bodies bumped and slid amongst each other, and I protected my drink with one hand as I passed through the horde of bar patrons. Friday-night partiers overflowed from every table into the open spaces so that maneuvering through the masses felt like bouncing around in a gumball machine.

I looked for a table anyway as I bumped through the crowd. None were available inside, and that was just as well. I preferred the openness of the patio – less suffocating with people and cigarette smoke. People still puffed on cigarettes out there, but at least outside in the fresh air, the smoke just drifted away rather than choking me.

Excuse me. I had to practically yell to be heard over the music, but the two young lesbians in front of me blocked the doorway with their casual sprawl. They moved out of my way graciously, though without looking at me. Too caught up in each other to care about anything else, they seemed oblivious to the crowd. Curiously, I touched the surface of their minds and found they’d just met. Cute in their Goth corsets despite the overdone makeup, they flirted and talked. Each found the other incredibly sexy and fantasized about their later activities once they headed home. Which home was still in question.

Their libidos raced in high gear, automatically feeding my own. Damn it, I thought. I should have more control than that. I’m not fifteen anymore. I wasn’t used to crowds anymore, I realized, and my defenses were slow. Mentally differentiating between my own responses and the lesbians’ was like sifting through coins in a bowl. I could tell them apart, but it took a moment. Sorting out my emotions, I left their immediate vicinity. My phony physical arousal abated a bit.

Still, I wished I wasn’t going home to an empty bed. The eroticism of the crowd left me physically craving. Loneliness had brought me there to begin with. Not to find someone to take home, but to share in something outside of myself for an evening. Annie had left me three months prior – three months to the day in fact – and the lack of her warmth in my bed and in my life still left me a bit raw.

I tried not to think about that as I scanned the scene around me.

Outside, there were no free tables either – not surprising considering Louie’s was the hottest gay club in Boise and it was Friday night. However, a few free seats stood out at already-occupied tables. I cast out my senses and found what I was looking for – anonymity in a crowd. In one of the corners, two men were absorbed in each other. They were friendly enough, but they weren’t interested in outside conversation and they certainly weren’t waiting for anyone. Everything they wanted sat right in front of them.

I headed in that direction, bumping into a drag queen who glared at my rudeness. I managed not to spill my wine on either of us. Thank God. Ruining a queen’s dress is a surefire way to get your ass chewed. I approached the targeted table. Hi. Mind if I sit here?

One man, Hispanic with bright eyes and barely legal to be in a bar, smiled and waved his hand at the chair. Then he returned his attention fully to the man beside him, his hand returning to the guy’s thigh. Another full bed that night, I sighed. I didn’t bother taking a peek , though. Hearing horny men’s thoughts did not appeal to me.

This was perfect, I thought, tucked away in the corner. Out of notice but with a good view, I could see everything inside through the glass wall. Sipping my wine, I simply watched. Couples of all types danced across the brightly patterned floor. Most moved freely to the music, their bodies gyrating to the beat. A few danced quite well and caught my eye.

The scene had changed significantly since I first entered Louie’s on my 21st birthday. It had always been trendy, and the music and styles had changed with the times. I barely understood the scene anymore.

I rarely felt old at 29, but seeing all the younger generation and their fashions made me feel … not old exactly, but dated somehow. My own wardrobe had changed little in the last four years, and it wasn’t like anyone cared about my clothes at the warehouse. That night I wore my sexiest jeans and a button-down midnight blue shirt. Its cut showed off my curves, but it wasn’t flashy enough to draw attention. The most exciting thing about it was the one-more-than-usual undone button, showing a fair curve of my breasts.

I guess a part of me did want to take someone home.

I’d always been pretty, but nothing spectacular. Angelina Jolie I was not, and this body came with a price. I jogged every morning, sometimes just a few miles, but a couple times a week, I pushed myself. I’d recently reached six miles and was eager to push towards seven. I’d never turn heads, but when someone paused in my direction, they liked what they saw.

Women in their sexiest attire and attitude surrounded me, and I felt something stir inside me as I noticed them. Unlike the secondary wave that hit me with the lesbian couple, the arousal was my own. I wanted to join the partiers, but I held myself back, as usual. They danced and talked and flirted, a few were very drunk, and all of them were enjoying the attention they received.

Except one: gorgeous, tall, with thick red hair. Lean and lanky, she had a runner’s body. She was strong and not just physically – power radiated from every motion. She tried to dance alone, though she probably could have had any woman in the bar and some of the men, too. She didn’t seem interested in anyone, particularly not the man who kept trying to join her. She’d move away and he’d follow, shifting closer and closer until he almost rubbed against her. Pathetic, but not surprising.

Why do so many straight men think a gay bar is a good place to pick up women?

Fed up, she stopped dancing, glared pointedly, and deliberately walked ten feet away. She began to dance again … God she could move. I lost myself in the sway of her hair and the fluidity of her hips moving to the beat. Her black leather pants showed off every curve, every muscle, and the small gap between her pants and her brilliant red shirt revealed a very kissable stomach. Her hair whipped around her face, a look of rapture in her eyes.

I lost myself for a while just watching her, desire growing within me.

I couldn’t believe he had the balls. As engrossed as I was in her, I didn’t notice the man until he grabbed her arm, obviously trying to get her attention. It worked, just not how he intended. Quicker than I thought anyone could possibly move, she turned and caught his wrist. Or at least I’m assuming she turned, because one moment she was dancing and the next she held him tight, eyes flashing and mouth grim.

Tantalized, unable to resist the impulse, I cast out my senses to experience the situation as if I stood beside them. Her voice low and menacing, she snarled. Touch me again and I’ll deck you. I want to dance alone or maybe with a woman. Not with a man. If you keep bothering me, I’ll break your jaw. Wisely (better late than never), he backed off. The idiot wasn’t scared. Beneath the controlled exterior, her mind flushed with anger, though it dissipated quickly after he left.

She tried returning to her dance, but the moment was ruined. She stopped, closed her eyes, and left the dance floor. I sighed as she slipped through the crowd and out of my sight. Turning my attentions elsewhere, I scanned the crowds for a few minutes but was disappointed. Nothing else was half as interesting as the redhead, and I started thinking about heading home.

Turning my attention over the patio edge, I had a good view of downtown Boise. Raking in the view, I wondered what home was. At that moment it didn’t feel like I’d ever had a home. At times I’d believed I had, but it never lasted. I thought I’d had it with Annie, but that ended too. The end wasn’t abrupt, but it did happen fast. Over a period of just a few weeks, she went from adoring me to fearing me. It wasn’t the first time a girlfriend saw that part of me and fled. I vowed it would be the last.

Draining the last of my merlot and not intending to order a second, I heard a voice behind me. Can I buy you another? Her voice sounded the same in person as it had in my mind. I turned and stared stupidly at her – was she really talking to me? She cocked her head and grinned, amused at my unsettled expression without mocking it.

I recovered quickly, though later than my pride liked, and smiled back. I’ve never been suave. Sure.

Merlot, right? I nodded, and she waved down a waitress as she took the seat to my left. A merlot and a Budweiser. A beer woman, I thought. Interesting.

Even more beautiful up close, I felt myself stir once again. Her vivid green eyes sparkled next to the red of her hair and her perfect small breasts suited the rest of her features well. I put her at twenty-five or so, without a single flaw on her face and very little makeup. The wind shifted and drew her scent to me: musky, not spicy with perfume like I’d have expected. She met my eyes and held out a hand, perfectly smooth and lacking nail polish … another surprise. I’m Billie.

I took her hand in the obligatory grasp but held it slightly longer than I intended. Touch always enhanced the impact of my senses, making the contact more personal, and she left me momentarily breathless. I didn’t want to let her hand go. Vitality and sexuality radiated from her, and her energy made my skin tingle. Warmth grew between my legs. Sadie. Do you come here much? Whatever aphrodisiac drifted from her kept my tongue from forming intelligent words.

She shrugged but didn’t take her eyes off me, engrossed and intrigued. Now and again. Enough that the bouncers know me.

Even in my nervousness, I had to laugh. I take it they protect you from hetero men like the one earlier.

Her smile was coy, and I realized I’d just told her I’d been watching her dance. So had half the bar, I told myself, trying not to blush again. Oh, no. They protect the men from me. We have an agreement. I don’t hit their customers and they let me in the doors.

Shocked at her sincerity, I asked. Have you actually hit someone here? I was floored that she had the temerity to risk permanent expulsion from the club.

She took a sip of her beer before answering, obviously savoring the story. Her eyes sparkled and she bit her lower lip, a sexy gesture. Once. He grabbed my ass – intentionally and after I told him to leave me alone – so I broke his nose. But just a little. The bouncers were livid and they came storming over like a pack of Rottweilers. Everyone just sort of stopped and stared. You may see that at some bars, but not here. Louie’s prefers a different kind of action. So Mike, one of the bouncers, told me to leave.

I could tell by the tone in her voice that it didn’t happen. Billie obviously didn’t let anyone push her around, which intrigued me. I arched my eyebrows. But you didn’t leave.

It was clear she was relishing the memory even without sending out my senses. Her devilish expression gave her away. I told him that if he approved of his straight customers harassing the lesbians in a gay bar, I would leave and not come back. However, if he was going to kick me out, he sure as hell better kick him out as well, because I told him four times to leave me alone.

Did they kick him out? I touched her surface thoughts and was dazzled. She was as intrigued with me as I was of her. She wasn’t hiding her interest, but I wasn’t used to that kind of attention, so I thought I may have misunderstood her body language. I do that – no surprise since I have a better way of knowing what a person is thinking.

She shook her head a bit, and a lock of hair stuck to her cheek. I wanted to fix it for her, but I couldn’t convince myself to touch her. They kicked both of us out. But I came back, and I haven’t caused any trouble since. They keep an eye on me, and I pretend to be a good girl and not notice. I haven’t seen you here before. She would have noticed me, her thoughts said.

I was taken aback at that. I tended to go unnoticed at places like those, in part deliberately. My dress was too tame, I didn’t dance, and I didn’t see why such a beautiful woman would single me out. I haven’t been in a while. Close to a year, I guess. I used to come all the time when I was younger, but I’m not much of a partier anymore.

You came tonight. Pleasure coursed across her mind.

I was restless. Lonely. I needed to get out of the house.

A red eyebrow arched quizzically. Are you having fun? The question was full of expectations, and a dozen other questions flitted across the surface of her mind. Are you single? Do you want to dance? Can I kiss you?... At first I wasn’t sure which one to answer, the connection was so powerful.

I am. Needing to get control of myself and unable to do that while looking into her eyes, I glanced down at my glass and realized in my nervousness I’d already finished my drink. I certainly didn’t want to look like a lush, so I just set it aside. When I looked up, she was waving at the waitress for more. She’d finished hers too.

I took the opportunity of her turned head and snuck another peek at her breasts. She must have had some serious peripheral vision, though, because she noticed. She didn’t make any indication that she had, but it was obvious from her surface thoughts. It pleased her, and I felt myself grow wet in arousal.

She met my eyes, and there was humor in them. She liked that I had checked her out. The question was, did she like it from all women? So tell me about yourself.

I always hated that question, and I tried to keep it out of my voice. What do you want to know?

Well, have you always lived here? Do you have family here?

Those felt mostly safe. I’ve pretty much always lived here. I moved to California once, but I didn’t like it and moved back after a few months. That was an understatement. My family and I don’t get along, so it’s just me.

Sounds lonely. Genuine compassion surfaced behind those words.

I attempted to defend myself, unsure whether I spoke

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