The Shifter Romances The Writer (Nocturne Falls Book 6) Read Online Free Page B

definitely more important. And maybe the only way she’d avoid tickets in the future. “C’mon in.” She pulled the door open wide and stepped back.
    “I just thought maybe I was interrupting your workout.”
    She made a face, then glanced down at what she was wearing. Cropped T-shirt and yoga pants. They could definitely be interpreted as workout gear. “Because of my outfit? These are my work clothes. I go for comfort.”
    “I see that.” He stepped inside. “Not that you don’t look good. You do. I mean, you look fine in comfortable clothes.”
    He shifted uncomfortably, and she laughed. “Relax, Officer Cruz.” She headed for the kitchen, tossing the card he’d brought over onto the counter. He was really cute when he was flustered. And not writing her a ticket. “Light beer okay? That’s all I have.”
    “Sure. And call me Alex, please.”
    She pulled two out of the fridge and handed him one.
    He took it, twisted the top off with his bare hand, then gave it back and gestured for the other one.
    She gave him the other bottle while she stared at the one he’d already opened. “Um, these aren’t twist-offs.”
    The sound of the second bottle cap hitting the kitchen counter filled the brief silence. He smiled oddly. “Are you sure? They came off pretty easy.”
    She just nodded. He didn’t seem like he was showing off, but that little act was sort of impressive. Just like his biceps. The man looked very fit.
    He lifted his bottle toward hers. “Here’s to new neighbors. And friends.”
    “To new neighbors. And fewer tickets written by friends.” She winked as she took a sip of her beer.
    He nodded and laughed before drinking his. “So you’re a writer? What do you write?”
    And there it was. His reaction to her answer would be very telling. Because she wasn’t going to sugarcoat it or dance around the truth. That life was over. This one was all about truth and not being afraid. She leaned against the kitchen counter and lifted her chin. “I write romance novels.”
    “Seriously?” He took a seat on a bar stool at the counter.
    She wasn’t sure how to interpret that, but the question still put her on the defensive. “Yes.”
    He grinned. “My mother is addicted to romance novels. I think she reads one a day. She’s hooked on this series right now…the Black Moon Brothers, or something like that. The hero is a werewolf and a vampire.”
    Roxy bit back a laugh. “You mean the Blood Moon Brotherhood?”
    “Yeah, I think that’s it. You know it?”
    She nodded, doing her best to look nonchalant. “A little. Been writing it for three years.”
    He blinked at her. “For real?”
    She nodded. “Yep. That’s how I bought this house.”
    “Wow.” He mumbled something in Spanish she didn’t understand.
    “What was that?”
    “Just that my mother will kill me if she finds out I gave her favorite author a ticket.” A sudden look of panic came over his face. “I can’t tell her I met you. Or that you live next door. She’ll be here tomorrow. She’ll try to move in with me. Or you. There’s no telling, really. She’s crazy like that.”
    Roxy laughed. “I’ll sign a book for her if you want.”
    He shook his head. “Maybe we could save that for her birthday. It would raise too many questions if I sent her something like that out of the blue. Really nice of you, though.”
    “Her birthday, then.”
    He smiled and toasted her with his bottle. “Congrats on your success. My mother says you’re her book club’s favorite author. She’s all worked up about the next book in the series. I take it it’s a big one?”
    “It’s the final book before I start a spin off series and Blood Moon Rising is the one I’ve been teasing since I started the series. It wraps up Wolfgang’s story. He’s the pack leader.”
    “The werewolf and the vampire.”
    “Werevamp, but yes.” She took a drink. “I’m behind on it a little. Er, a lot, actually, but moving kind of took up most of my