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    Blue Moon
    Blue Moon
    Blue Moon
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    Blue Moon

    By Linda Howard

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    Travel to the sultry bayou in this sizzling and suspenseful romance from New York Times bestselling “queen of romantic suspense” (Booklist) Linda Howard!

    Sheriff Jackson Brody knows folks get a little crazy under a full moon, especially in steamy backwater country. But on the trail of a scorching murder mystery, it’s the lawman himself who succumbs to the spell of a beautiful, mysterious stranger in this “white-knuckle romantic thriller” (Booklist, starred review), perfect for fans of Jayne Ann Krentz and Carla Neggers.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPocket Star
    Release dateApr 17, 2017
    ISBN9781501158759
    Blue Moon
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    Linda Howard

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      Wish it was longer. I really liked it. Wanted more at the end!
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    Blue Moon - Linda Howard

    Chapter 1

    ONE FULL MOON A MONTH was bad enough, Sheriff Jackson Brody thought sourly; two should be outlawed. Nature’s rule of survival of the fittest had been all but negated by humans, with advances in modern medicine and the generally held view that all life was worth saving, with the result that there were a lot of very weird, and/or stupid people out there, and they all seemed to surface during a full moon.

    He was not in a good mood after working a car accident on a county road. As sheriff, his duties were not supposed to include working wrecks, but damned if every full moon he didn’t find himself doing exactly that. The county was small and poor, mostly rural, and couldn’t afford the number of deputies he needed, so he was always juggling schedules anyway. Add the madness of a full moon to an understaffed department, and the problems multiplied.

    The accident he had just worked made him so furious he had been stretching the limits of his willpower not to cuss at the participants. He couldn’t call them victims, unless it was of their own stupidity. The only victim was the poor little boy who had been in the passenger seat of the car.

    It all started when the driver of the first vehicle, a pickup truck, woke up and realized he had missed his turn by about a quarter of a mile. Instead of going on and finding a place to turn around, the idiot began backing up, going the wrong way down a narrow two-lane blacktop, around a blind curve. He was an accident waiting to happen, and he hadn’t had to wait long. A woman came speeding around the curve, doing over sixty miles an hour on a road with a posted speed limit of thirty-five, and plowed into the rear of the pickup. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. Neither was the four-year-old sitting in the front seat. For that matter, neither was the driver of the pickup. It was nothing less than a miracle that all three had survived, though the little boy was severely injured and Jackson had seen enough accident victims to know his chances were no better than fifty-fifty, at best. The car had had airbags, at least, which had kept the two in the car from going through the windshield.

    He had given the woman citations for reckless driving, not wearing a seatbelt, and not properly securing her child, and she began screaming at him. Had he ever tried to make a four-year-old sit down and wear a seatbelt? The blankety-blank things chafed her blankety-blank neck, and the state had no business telling people what they could do on their private property, which her car was, and the car had airbags anyway so there was no need for seatbelts, blah blah blah. There she was, with bulging eyes and unkempt hair, a living testament to the destructive power of recessive genes, throwing a hissy fit about getting traffic tickets while her screaming child was being carried away in an ambulance. Privately, Jackson thought people like her had no business having children in their care, but he made a heroic effort and kept the observation to himself.

    Then the driver of the pickup, he of the bulging beer belly and breath that would fell a moose at fifty paces, added his opinion that he thought her driver’s license should be taken away because this was all her fault for rear-ending him. When Jackson then gave him citations for reckless driving and driving in the wrong lane, he was enraged. This accident wasn’t his fault, he bellowed, and damned if he was going to get stuck with higher insurance premiums because a stupid hick sheriff didn’t know an accident was always the fault of the one doing the rear-ending. Any fool could look at where his truck was hit and tell who was at fault here.

    Jackson didn’t bother explaining the difference between the truck’s hood being pointed in the right direction while the truck itself was going in reverse. He just wrote the tickets and in the accident report stated that both drivers were at fault, and seriously pondered whether or not he should lock these two up for the safety of the universe. Terminal stupidity wasn’t on the books as a chargeable offense, but it should be, in his opinion.

    But he restrained himself, and oversaw the transportation of both furious drivers to the local hospital to be checked out, and the removal of the damaged vehicles. When he finally crawled back into his Jeep Cherokee it was pushing four o’clock, long past lunch time. He was tired, hungry, and both angry and discouraged.

    Generally he loved his work. It was a job where he could make a difference in people’s lives, in society. Granted, it was usually scut work; he dealt with the worst of society, while having to maneuver on tippy-toes through a tangle of laws and regulations. But when everything worked and a drug dealer got sent away for a few years, or a murderer was put away forever, or a burglary gang was rounded up and an old lady on Social Security got her 19-inch television back, that made it all worthwhile.

    He was a good sheriff, though he hated the political side of it, hated having to campaign for office. He was just thirty-five, young for the office, but the county was so poor it couldn’t afford someone who was both good and with a lot of experience, because those people went where the pay was better. The citizens had taken a chance with him two years ago and he’d been doing his best at a job he loved. Not many people had that chance.

    During full moons, however, he doubted his own sanity. He had to be a fool or an idiot, or both, to want a job that put him on the front lines during the periods of rampant weirdness. Cops and emergency room personnel could all testify to the craziness that went on during a full moon.

    A nurse at the local hospital, after reading a report that the tales about full moons were just myths, that the accident rate didn’t really go up, kept a record for a year. Not only did the number of accidents go up, but that was when they got the really strange ones, like the guy who had his buddy nail his hands together so his wife wouldn’t ask him to help with the housework on his day off. It was obvious to them: a man couldn’t very well work with his hands nailed together, now could he? The scariest thing about it was that both of them had been sober.

    So one full moon a month was all Jackson felt any human should be called upon to endure. A blue moon, the second full moon in

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