Masked Writer

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Thank you for updating Crescent ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／

Thank you for updating    

Due to the influx of interest in Crescent, I have found the inspiration to begin writing on it again. A chapter has been added, and I hope more are to come. Please keep giving me your feedback as I really appreciate it. As always, it is not proof read. Hope you all enjoy :)

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Will you be updating/finishing Crescent soon?  

Hey I was wondering if you were finished with crescent or if you were still updating it, thanks!

Hi, just found your book and I really enjoy it!

“The mate bond,” he says, voice husky — almost gravelly. “For me, it feels like the winter sun reached down and met with the summer moon to create a touch so electric I feel as if my heart will fibrillate unnaturally. It feels like a feather as sharp as a sword is sliding across my body. It could slice me in half from the blade or illicit unrestrained laughter from the delicate down. I can feel my wolf extend to yours, the physical contact becoming like a bridge between our two souls. It’s physical and spiritual all at the same time and takes over me completely. I have no control over it.” His voice gets quieter with each word. “I can’t tell if it’s a white hot iron melting me or a dagger of ice freezing me. It’s scary and wonderful all at the same time.
          	“I wish you could feel it.”
          -- Crescent

Alexander chuckles, pearly whites flashing in the light of the tv. My eyes catch his canines, now shrunken back to normal size. I stare for a moment, trying to see just how or what mechanism caused them to extend, but I’m distracted by the way his fulls lips stretch into such a beautiful, picture-perfect smile. I want to paint him - desperately. I follow the sharp lines of his jaw, taking in the precision with which he has trimmed his 5 o’clock shadow to accentuate the angles. His neck is lean with tan skin, his Adam’s apple prominent. The muscles over his chest stretch to his shoulders, bunching into each other to create fine lines that every teenage boy dreams to possess. This is no teenager in front of me though, but a fully grown man capable of taking care of a woman. Although bunched from sitting at an angle, it’s clear the muscles of his abdomen are just as practiced. I know for a fact that his abs are rock hard, covered in soft skin just waiting to be touched.
          	I want to touch his muscles and trace the fine dip along his spine - want to grab his shoulders as he takes care of me like I’ve never wanted to be taken care of by anyone before. 
          	Our eyes lock, his reflecting in the way I know is that of a predator’s. A wolf to be exact. His eyes flash just like a wolf in the wild, stalking prey.
          	Oh, how I want to be his prey . . .
          -- Crescent