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Amazon Moonlight


“Demon-dads and romps with wolves, drunk vampires and star-crossed lovers collide…” -Between the Bind

A unique interpretation of The Big Bad Wolf asks the question, “WHAT WOULD YOU DO FOR LOVE?”

The sexy, but ill-humored werewolf king, Stalkson Grey, embarks on an adventure beyond his wildest dreams in a bid to save the Elk Mountain tribe from extinction. In the process of mass migrating to a new home, Grey learns that even old crusty werewolves can be struck dumb by love and be driven to the desperate, foolish actions of the young. Meanwhile, B Team learns the shocking truth about the origin of the vampire virus when Jefferson Unit is invaded by immortal teenage vampire.


“…like a pitcher of Margaritas with a plate of jalapeños, like a guaranteed multiple orgasm with no mess or fuss, like designer shoes at a pre-season 90% off sale…”– Fangs, Wands, and Fairy Dust

“Danann has once again captured me with her gripping tale!” Vampire Romance Books. com

“…a series that you must read, you’ll thank me later!” -Faerie Tale Books

You sink into the story and are swept away by the emotions.” -The Wormhole

“Danann’s witty and humorous style of writing creates laugh-out-loud moments.” -Sun Mountain Reviews

“… a story that both demands to be read and leaves fans on the edge of their seats.” -Booked and Loaded

“…after reading Moonlight I am ready to dive into the other stories.”

“…plenty of romance, sex, adventure and suspense, what more could you ask for?” -The Paranormal Romance Guild  


(The first excerpt from Chapter 1 in included at the end of A Summoner’s Tale.)

Prince Duff Torquil’s family was having a small reception to celebrate his mid winter graduation from law school from The University of Strathclyde at Glasgow. There was a tradition among the fae monarchy that those who were likely to rule study history, with an emphasis on Fae history, and go on to law school, logic being that the law is best administered by those who know and understand it. The royal family, currently in residence at Holyrood Palace in Edinburgh, considered a small reception to number eight hundred people. At that, there were sure to be at least two thousand more who would consider their lack of invitation a snub.
Elora had written to the prince and explained that she and her husband had taken temporary quarters in the States. She added that she hoped it would not be presumptuous of her to ask that her friend, Istvan Baka and his bride, both employed by the same organization, take their place. Of course she knew it was presumptuous. After all, she had a background in the gentility of social arts, but she hoped he would grasp the code of her next sentence which was this.
“You are certain to enjoy Baka’s company and that of his new bride who is popular among the young associates where she works. I’m certain you would make a loyal ally for life should you offer an extra invitation for her to bring a friend.”
On the off chance that people were smarter than they appear to be, Duff reread the note twice before tossing it on the glowing embers of the fireplace in his north wing office. He stabbed at the coals with the poker until the paper caught and burned to ash within seconds while he made a mental note to find a way to repay the Lady Laiken for her smart and capable assistance. He opened the door and stepped out to speak to his secretary. No matter how many times it occurred, the young man always appeared startled when the prince leaned out and spoke to him. It seemed the palace staff would never get used to Duff’s inappropriately modern and boorish behavior.
At first it had annoyed Duff that Grieve jumped in his chair whenever Duff opened the door to the outer offices and spoke to him. Grieve had been appointed by his father without Duff having any say in the matter. Whatsoever. As usual. But eventually he came to terms with the fact that there was an odd, little bespectacled man sitting just outside the entrance to his suite of rooms. He managed this internal resolution largely by appreciating the humor of the thing.  Grieve’s display of shock had become part of the reality Duffy’s day to day and one that he’d grown to look forward to. In fact, he imagined that, should Grieve develop nerves of steel, he, Duff Torquil, Prince of Scotia Fae and heir to the throne, would be forced to devise ways to deliberately create surprise, simply for the pleasure of seeing Grieve jump, gasp, and clutch his chest.
With that thought, Duff lowered his chin into his chest and chuckled while Grieve got himself together.
“Grieve,” Duff repeated.
“Aye, your highness.”
“Please send an additional invitation to my reception to an Istvan Baka at the Black Swan Charitable Corporation offices, Charlotte Square.”
“But, sir, there are no odd invitations left to offer.”
“Are you goin’?”
Grieve pushed his glasses higher on his nose. “Oh, aye. My presence is expected.” “Do you want to go?”
Grieve hesitated, mouth open, while trying to decide whether it would be in his interest to tell the truth or not. “I, ah…”
“The truth, man.”
“No’ particularly.”
“There you have it then. Problem solved.” Duff was ducking his head back into his rooms.
“But, sir, your father…”
The prince slowly opened the door and reappeared, but without his customary affable and approachable expression. He didn’t seem happy. And might even have been scowling a little.
“Who do you work for, Grieve?”
“You, sir?”
“I understand that my father hired you, but he is no’ in a position to oversee and sign off on every detail of my affairs every day. Do you no’ agree?”
Grieve nodded. “Aye.”
“Well, then it seems you must make a choice. Is your loyalty to the one who appointed you or to the one whom you serve?”
Grieve paused for only a moment before standing and pulling his shoulders back. “My loyalty is to you, sir. I would be honored to have you rely upon me.”
Truly, Duff was half joking and had not expected the equivalent of a chivalric vow of service, but seeing that the little man was serious, the prince was touched and decided not to dismiss it as a jest.
“Thank you, Grieve. I will treasure your declaration and count on it, from this day forward.”
Looking like he had just experienced the best moment of his life, Grieve smiled like he’d just been knighted.
Duff withdrew and closed the door, but stowed away in his heart the knowledge that allies could be made from something so small as a little respect and recognition.
Baka would have loved to skip the prince’s reception, but Elora had asked him to go and take Aelsong. So he was standing in front of the mirror in a blindingly white pleated shirt trying to tie his black tie. He was just glad his tux came with pants instead of the kilt that most of the male guests would be wearing under their coats.
Heaven came up behind him with a towel wrapped around her. She pressed into his back and looked over his shoulder at his reflection in the mirror.
“Hmmm. Handsome.”
Baka gave her his best debonair smile. “Bond. James Bond.”
She giggled. “Here.” She urged him to turn around so that she could tie the tie. While she was doing that, he dropped her towel to the floor, pulling her closer with one hand while the other found wicked things to do. He loved the way her chest heaved when she sucked in a surprised breath. “You don’t really want this tied, do you?”
He laughed softly. “Not as much as I want to touch you. In fact…” Grabbing her waist, he lifted, turned and set her on the edge of the bathroom counter. “…what if we just…?”
The door chime rang. Heaven giggled. “That’s Song. Go get the door and entertain her for a few minutes while I finish getting ready.”
He sighed, but released her with a look that was as good as a promise about what would take place when they were alone again.
Baka pulled open the door. “Song. You look lovely.”
She hoped so. She was going for good-as-it-gets.
“Thank you, Baka. No one would ever guess there’s a dirty old vampire underneath those pretty clothes. And I do mean old.”
He laughed good-naturedly. “She’s almost ready. I think. Something to drink while we wait?” He pointed to a bar that had been cleverly hidden in an antique French secretary.
“No. No’ drinkin’. No’ breathin’ or sittin’ down in this dress or it’ll crease and look a fright.”
“Okay. We’ll stand up together.” The conversation seemed to lag. “So. What’s the mystery behind why the Lady Laiken wanted you to attend this party?”
Aelsong Hawking had the sort of expressive face that revealed every emotion, no matter how small, no matter how fleeting, particularly to someone who had lived as long as Baka. She might not tell him what it was about, but it was clear that something was up.
“Other than the fact that my sister-in-law seems to like seein’ me happy, I do no’ have a clue.”
Baka knew she was lying. Aelsong knew that he knew she was lying, but he arched a brow and let it go and that was the best that could be expected.
The bedroom door opened and Heaven walked into the living room in very high heels and a shortened, tightened version of the blood red dress she got married in. She was stunning. Stunning and delighted that Baka was speechless. His face said he liked this version of that dress even better. Her responding smile was like a starburst.
“Great Paddy, Heaven! You can no’ go with me lookin’ like that. ‘Tis a crime for old married women to go sashayin’ about the countryside drawin’ all the attention for themselves. You should stay home with your old stodgy husband.”
“Song. Those are the nicest things anybody’s ever said to me. Thank you.”
“Well, it’s not the nicest thing anybody’s ever said to me! I am the furthest thing from stodgy and you know it.”
Her gaze flew wide-eyed to Baka as soon as he said it and Baka wasn’t the only person who could read Song easily. Song knew enough about humans to know Heaven wouldn’t continue to include her as a friend if she knew that she had shared a night with Baka that was wild even by elf standards.
“What’s going on?” Heaven looked directly at Baka. “What do you mean ‘and you know it’?”
“Um. I met Song in Ireland when Ram and Elora were getting married.” True. “I stayed drunk most of the weekend.” Also true. “And I might have kept company with some of the attendees of a feminine persuasion.” True again. Also a masterfully executed dodge.
“Oh.” Heaven looked uncertain, like the conversation had taken such an unfortunate turn that she didn’t know how to backtrack and recover the mood. Fortunately Baka did.
He gathered her in his arms with a devilishly intimate and reassuring grin. “You are absolutely the most ravishing, beguiling woman in this dimension or any other. And I haven’t given another woman a thought since the day Director Tvelgar introduced us.”
He relaxed a little when she responded with a crooked, little smile. “Introduced us? That’s what we’re calling it?”
“Works for me.”
“Me, too.” Song opened the door. “Let’s get this party started. The royal family of Scotia awaits.”
Baka stepped into the hallway and offered both arms to the lovely ladies as the three dazzled their way toward the elevator.


  1. Ooooo Mr Grey! My what big teeth you have! Hmmm…who’s he gonna “eat up”? Counting down the days til May!

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  3. Thanks for feeding my literary hunger with theses delightful snippets! I’m so looking forward to the main course in May! yummy!

  4. Just finished book 3 and am so happy to find out I only have to wait a little over a month for book 4. I love this series.

  5. I just read My Familiar Stranger via Kindle and want to find your books in print so I can keep them and re-read them. I can’t believe I haven’t seen your books before since you are now my favorite author and have moved Nora Roberts to number two on my list. Please tell me what stores carry your books so I can go get all of them. I can’t wait to read the next book. Thank you so very much for becoming a writer and sharing your talent with your readers. I have been a romance reader for a little over 40 years and I have enjoyed every word of your wonderful book.

  6. First of all I could not put those books down! I literally read all three in less than a week, a bit obsessive I know. The worst part was when I was finished with the third. I need more!! Lol seriously if a hot guy walks in my work, I’m like ” he could be storm” or that guys too big and bulky to be Ram. These books need to be made into a movie!! It will be bigger than the twilight saga, lord of the rings. I was more into your books than I was Anne Rice. That’s big for me, she was my fav since I was 13

    • WOW, Melissa. I should hire you as my press agent. If you can get a movie deal, I’m in, so long as they don’t dork with my characters. I’m very particular about them. That’s why I don’t have these out in audio. Nobody can deliver the lines right.

      Here’s my young Rammel.

      The Young Rammel Hawking

      • And what a yummy Rammel he is! Had two different conversations with some friends at work about this series. It is quite funny when we start talking about these characters like they are real people. Thank you for such fantastic story and kudos for being able to give us different points of view throughout as not all authors can effectively do. I have suggested to all I know to leave a review and will double check that I have done so on all three. Also, thanks for the teaser, I am super excited about the next release!!

      • J.F. –

        In a lovely wink from synchronicity, my spouse and I had a related discussion just this morning. I was sort of shocked to learn that he thinks I’m every character. His argument was that – if they come out of my head – they’re all me. I just couldn’t figure out how to tell him that it never “feels” like they’re coming from me. It feels more like I’m reporting than creating.

        Truthfully, I think it sort of hurt my feelings that he suggested my characters are not real. I think I go about my day assuming that somewhere – perhaps in an alternate dimension – they live and breathe and play practical jokes on each other.

  7. ^^^ Oh my goodness- What a nice thing to see first thing in the morning Yummy! ^^^
    I love the way the book begins. I can’t wait to get my hands on it.

  8. I should not be wishing my life away, but I cannot wait for May 25 to get here. I got A Summoners Tale the day it was released, but I saved reading it until a couple if weeks ago so that I would not have to wait too long for book 4. Keep them coming Victoria!

  9. Travis Fimmel was very beautiful, wasn’t he? He has matured nicely too. Looking forward to reading Moonlight very much! I end up laughing out loud . . . 🙂

    Makes sense to me your characters truly exist in another dimension. Hey, I’ve been looking for the key to Fairyland ever since i was a small child because I was certain it existed. LOL

  10. 3 books in 4 days and now I have to wait almost 20 days to read book 4! oooh my, maybe i will reread them
    I don’t know how I was so lucky to find this series but my oh my is it a treasure. I have laughed till my sides split, cried a few tears and had some thoughtful discussions with my husband. (you see, he won’t read them but he will listen to me tell the stories. He starts asking if too much time passes without my summaries, ” So what happend with???) I have been known to read him chapter at a time.I have read many types of paranormal romances and have enjoyed them, some very much indeed (including H.P Mallory, Debora Geary.Lisa Renee Jones and Tina Folsom to name a few) But I think you have the whole package, love, mystery,paranormal,sex, and a story that is awesome!! Please don’t let the series end!!!

    • THANK YOU, Deb.

      I can’t tell you how tickled I was to read this comment. It simply made my day.

      I have seen romance authors write about spouses or lovers who get interested in their romance books, but this is the first time I have heard about this actually happening in real life. How unbelievably delightful! The only time I have ever been involved in a summuary-share was with other family members for missed episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer – in a time before the option of recording shows. (Yes. I am that old.)

    • Preorder is a convenience feature that the book distributors make available to the big New York publishing houses. They do not allow Indie publishers, such as myself, to set up preorders – just as Amazon does not allow our books to appear in the same promotion as authors in their stables. The deck is a little bit stacked, but fortunately it’s not that much of a hindrance.

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  12. Cindy Barton Mucha sent me to check out this series and let me just say wow! That picture of your young Rammell makes me want to start this series now and visualize him in my head the WHOLE time!

    Cannot wait to start it. Thanks for sharing with us.

    • Dear Marlena –

      I’ve never made any secret of the fact that Ram is my favorite. I started to call him a character, but he gets really p.o’d when I do that. Hope you enjoy every minute!

  13. One more day and life can go on!! Until I get to the end of Moonlight and then what??? Please tell me ther are more stories about the Black Swan!!!

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