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Author Courtney Rene – The Full Moon Rises

The Full Moon Rises by Courtney Rene

Excerpt from The Full Moon Rises by Courtney Rene:

Fear trickled down my spine. How close were they? I needed to run. I needed to get inside. I turned my head to see how far to the house it really was. It was a long way. Could I run it fast enough? Could I out pace the danger?

I decided to take the chance. I jumped to my feet and in the same breath, bolted for the house and the back door I had come out. I ran like I was being chased and for all I knew I was. I ran so hard my chest hurt. I pumped my arms as I ran. I ran so fast I hardly felt the cool grass on my bare feet. I hurled up the stairs and in the same motion threw open the door and fell inside. I slammed the big door closed and bolted it.

I dropped flat on my back on the floor and gasped for breath. My heart beating like it was trying to get out of my chest. I settled a hand on my chest and tried to slow my breathing and my heart.

I was almost back to normal when the overhead light winked on and blinded me.

“What the hell is going on? Abigail? What are you doing down here?”

My father, of course, towered over me. It had to be him, of all people. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I squinted up at him. I didn’t get a chance to answer as his eyes were focused on my feet. My mud and grass covered feet. Oh crap, I was in trouble. My slowing heart picked up speed again.

“You were not just outside, right?” he said. It was not a question. It was a statement said with deadly calm. He already knew the answer. He just needed to say it out loud.

Since I was happy to have made it back inside alive, I wasn’t all that afraid. Well maybe a little, because who wouldn’t be? He was a big man, with a bit of an animal temper. I answered him, “Yes.”

He bent over me, grabbed my shoulders and hauled me up to my feet in a single motion. He didn’t let go of me though, oh no, instead he pulled me up off the floor where my feet were no longer touching and up to his face, where he asked with that same calm, that was completely contradictory to his actions at the time, “Why were you out side, Abigail?”

I swear I about peed myself. I half wanted to run back outside. At least the danger out there would have probably killed me quickly. “I…I wanted to run in the forest. I couldn’t sleep. I thought the run would wear me out.”

It was the truth, the whole truth and yet, I doubted he believed me. There was something in his eyes that told me he didn’t.

With extreme gentleness he set me back down on my feet. He turned away from me and said, “Go to bed. I don’t want to look at your right now.”

“I’m not lying to you,” I said.

“We will discuss it in the morning,” was his only reply.

“Fine, don’t believe me,” I said. I held my head up and proudly left the room. Yes, maybe going out in the middle of the night hadn’t been all that smart, but it wasn’t for any bad reason. I wasn’t sneaking to meet anyone.

I snorted at that thought. Heck, if I wanted a guy right then, all I had to do was crook my little finger in their direction and I figured they would come running to me. I didn’t have to do any running, not with the way I smelled. That thought made me crinkle my nose. Smell, such a simple thing, but it grossed me out. I wanted to smell good in a conventional way, not a hormonal way.

I didn’t really want a guy anyway. Did I? Derek’s face flashed in my mind. No, no. I didn’t want him. He was a controlling ass and heck he didn’t even believe in love. I didn’t want him. Even telling myself that, I knew I was lying. Maybe what I should remind myself was that I didn’t want to want him.

I flopped back into my bed, dirty feet and all. I didn’t care. I’d get the sheets changed in the morning. Part of the reason I didn’t want Derek was that my parents wanted me too. It was a stupid reason, but that was a big one. I was the keeper of my own destiny. Plus he doesn’t believe in love. No, he was not suitable. Just no.

Stupid Derek and his stupid gorgeous face were my last thoughts before I finally allowed sleep to claim me.

Author Courtney Rene
Author Courtney Rene

Courtney Rene lives in the State of Ohio with her husband and two children.  She is a graduate and member of the Institute of Children’s Literature.  Her writings include magazine articles, short fiction stories, several anthologies, as well as her young adult novels, A Howl in the Night, and new release, The Full Moon Rises, as well as the Shadow Dancer series (Shadow Dancer, Shadow Warrior, Shadow’s End, and a break away novel, Shadow Fire), published through Rogue Phoenix Press.  For a complete listing, visit www.ctnyrene.blogspot com or feel free to contact her at ctnyrene@aol.com.

©Courtney Rene, 2016. All rights reserved.

Author Courtney Rene – A Howl In The Night

A Howl In The Night by Courtney Rene

Excerpt from A Howl In The Night by Courtney Rene:

Then a new thought crashed into my brain.  “Wait a sec.  If my father is a werewolf . . .,”

“Not a werewolf, just a wolf,” my mom said interrupting me.

“Okay fine,” I said.  If her story was true though, I had to wonder, what did that make me?  It was my turn to pop up off the bed and pace around.  What about me?  Was I going to grow hair and fangs and run around trying to bite people?  “Oh, God.”

It felt as if my life was over.  How was I supposed to finish school if I turned into a wolf every time the moon was full?

Would it hurt to change?  It always looked like it did in the movies.  I had seen that werewolf movie where the guy runs around London eating people.  The change was always accompanied with screaming and pain.  Was I going to hunt down my friends and family and eat them?

I didn’t know if that was really how it worked or not, but before I could work myself up into a real freak fest, my mom said, “I have watched you all your life Abby, and I have never seen anything wolf-like about of you.  I promise.  That worry has always been in the back of my mind, but nothing has ever come of it.  You’re fine.  Come on, you don’t even like meat.”

I had to admit, thankfully, that she did have a point there.

She gave me a sideways look then said, “How do you think I felt?  There were times that I was worried that I was going to give birth to a puppy.  How would I have explained that to my doctors?”  My mom said this with a raise of her eyebrows and a grin.

This threw me for a moment.  She was actually teasing me?  At a time like this, she was cracking jokes?  “That’s not funny,” I said.

“Oh, come on.  Yes it is.”

Maybe it was a little funny, but there was no way in the world I was going to admit it then.

“Whatever,” I said with a shake of my head.  “So, now what?”  I was still holding onto the hope that she had just hit her head that night and thought she saw what she saw.

“I don’t know, honey.  I just thought with your dad finally getting in contact with us well, that you should be prepared.  That it was time.  You know?”

No, I didn’t know.  In that moment, I felt a little lost.  That day was supposed to be a great day.  It was my sixteenth birthday.  My world was supposed to have been great.  Instead, I may have lost my best friend and found out that I not only had a father, but one who may or may not be a wolf.  It was not a fabulous day after all.  In fact, I decided that birthdays kinda sucked.  “No.  He may be my father, but he’s not my dad.”


I shook my head at her and left to go to my own room.  I needed to think, and I couldn’t do that in her room with her looking at me with her sad eyes.

Mine was just your average teen room.  It had a bed, dresser, desk, and full mirror.  There were clothes thrown about, but that was to be expected.  I was a teenager, after all.

I dropped down on my bed with a huff.  I had so much swirling around in my head that I was getting a headache.  I felt it coming behind my eyes.  It figured.  It was just one more thing to go wrong that day.

I looked longingly out my window at Brian’s little yellow house and wished that I could go over and talk to him.  I could see that he was home.  The light from his room was spilling out into the night.  Maybe he would laugh at me and tell me I needed to go have my mom checked out.  I would have agreed.  Maybe he would just help me do some research and we could figure it out for ourselves.  Instead, I felt so alone and lost and overwhelmed.

My mom was not the loony type.  She always had her feet firmly on the ground.  She never lied to me and always tried to tell me the truth.  I didn’t know if I should believe her now or not.  I know I didn’t want to believe her.  Who would?

I looked down at my hands.  They looked like just normal hands.  No claws, or hair.  They were just small, thin, girly hands.

Author Courtney Rene
Author Courtney Rene

Courtney Rene lives in the State of Ohio with her husband and two children.  She is a graduate and member of the Institute of Children’s Literature.  Her writings include magazine articles, short fiction stories, several anthologies, as well as her young adult novels, A Howl in the Night, and new release, The Full Moon Rises, as well as the Shadow Dancer series (Shadow Dancer, Shadow Warrior, Shadow’s End, and a break away novel, Shadow Fire), published through Rogue Phoenix Press.  For a complete listing, visit www.ctnyrene.blogspot com or feel free to contact her at ctnyrene@aol.com.

©Courtney Rene, 2016. All rights reserved.

Guest Post by Author Courtney Rene

Author Courtney Rene
Author Courtney Rene



I’m Not a Writer

By Courtney Rene


I get asked quite often if I set out to be a writer.  The easy answer is, no.  I didn’t.  But the story doesn’t start or even end there.  I didn’t want to be a writer. I wanted to be a story teller.  What is the difference?  A whole lot.

When I was small, my older sister was “helping” me to read the Gingerbread Man, I had left handed brain issues and struggle with reading for a long time.  That day, I got very frustrated with it and threw the book across the room and refused to finish the story.  That night was the first of several nights that I had nightmares.  Apparently blood guts and gore didn’t phase me at all, but give me a cookie that comes to life and runs around town, well that scared me to death.  I’m weird, what I can say.  After a few night of that stupid-ness, I figured I would tell the story to myself and give it a happy ending that wasn’t scary. See had I finished the book in the first place, I would have known that the cookie got what it deserved, but I didn’t.  That night began my story telling future.

Each night after that, I would work at a story in my head.  I would begin where I had fallen asleep the night before, until I had worked out an entire story.  Some were funny.  Some were scary.  Some were vengeful, from events that I had suffered through.  You know, big sister wouldn’t let me play with her and her friends at the park, so I would create a story where an earthquake came and buried them in the sand under the big tire swings and I would have to save them all.  Then they would be my friends more so than my sisters, and I was awesome.  Hey, I was 6, that’s pretty salty stuff there.

The funny thing is that I never stopped telling stories to myself at night.  I still do it.  Some I revisit as I like the story.  Some I start fresh and new.  Some, I write down and create for the world to read and enjoy.

So why didn’t I want to be a writer?  Because I had a hard time with reading and language growing up, writing is a big challenge for me.  Grammar hates me.  Spelling is a bully that trips me up, and makes a mess of my work.  Tense is the anti-Christ.  If I sit down to actually write out a story, it has to be awesome in my head before I even try to write it.  Only then is it worth the battle of getting it down in a form that is correct and readable.  I am sure my editors still hate me though.  I keep trying and I keep learning but yeah, I have issues.

I can tell a story any day.  I’m a great story teller.  A writer…not so much, but I’m trying.


Excerpt from A Howl in the Night by Courtney Rene:

“I dried my eyes and stood up, ready to head home. That was when I noticed the guy standing in the dark shadows of the forest. He was tall and lean, up against an old oak, his arms crossed over his wiry body. His eyes were dark, to match his hair. I couldn’t read them, as they seemed empty of emotion, cold

I took an instinctive step back, but came up against the log I had been sitting on. Seeing my retreat blocked, I asked defiantly, “What?”

He didn’t respond. He did however, push off from the oak, and walk my way. He stepped lightly and with an unusual amount of grace for a guy. He didn’t make any rustling noises on the leaf-covered ground. He stalked me, slowly creeping up to me. I didn’t do anything to stop him. In fact, I just watched him come.

He stopped directly in front of me and we looked at each other. His eyes held mine. He was very attractive, but there was something about him that made me very wary.

He stepped up to me, so close, that he completely invaded my personal space. He was literally breathing down my neck like a predator, as he caged me in against the log. I leaned back away from him, keeping my eyes pinned on him the whole time. He crowded in even closer. I put my hands against his chest and pushed. He didn’t retreat an inch.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, hard and fast. I prepared myself for him to attack or to make a threatening move. He didn’t. Instead, he slowly, as if afraid of spooking me, lowered his face to my head, and breathed. I felt the moist heat of his breath against my scalp. Goose bumps rose along my arms in response. I heard him inhale, deeply, like he was smelling me. It was creepy and weird, but I just stood there like an idiot and let him.

Why wasn’t I screaming or kicking or something? I have no idea. Instead I stood there, with my hands against his chest, not making any sudden moves. I waited to see what he would do next.

When he lifted his head, and our eyes met, I said, “You done?”

He flashed me his straight white teeth. Then cocked an eyebrow up, and said, “Yes.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

He continued to smile, his eyes intent on mine. Yeah, it really was creepy.

Finally, I said, “Look, can you back up a bit? You’re invading my personal bubble here.”

He did take a whole step back, but that was all. I didn’t know what to say at that point. I tried to ease to the side away from him, but he mirrored my moves and stayed right up close to me.

Then with a snap of his head, he swung around and looked behind him into the shadowed woods. I peered over his shoulder to see what had caught his attention, but I didn’t see anything, or hear anything for that matter.

He glanced my way again, took in a deep breath, then turned on his heel and walked away.”


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Courtney Rene lives in Ohio with her husband and two children. She is a graduate and member of the Institute of Children’s Literature. Her writings include magazine articles, short fiction stories, several anthologies, and full length novels published through Rogue Phoenix Press. Please feel free to contact her at ctnyrene@aol.com.

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