Amethyst Moon
A 1Night Stand GLBT Story
By
Ann Mayburn
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2011 by Ann Mayburn
ISBN: 978-1-61333-182-8
Cover art by Mina Carter
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Also by Ann Mayburn
Daughter of Lust
Wild Lilly
Peppermint Passion
1Night Stand Series
Bound for Pleasure
Prides of the Moon
Amber Moon
Emerald Moon
Turquoise Moon
Onyx Moon
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.~Lao Tzu
Chapter One
Noah Braxton dimmed the lights of the sumptuous log cabin on the edge of Coopers Ride State Park in West Virginia. He glanced around the room and turned them back up again for the twentieth time. To anyone outside of the cabin it would appear as if he were doing Morse code with the lights. If he was, right then he’d be signaling, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.
Grimacing at the dark humor, he ran a hand over his head, careful not to mess up the gelled spikes of his Mohawk, and scowled out at the spacious wraparound porch surrounding the cabin. The world outside blazed in the glory of a beautiful Indian summer sunset, and he rested his forehead against the bay window staring out into the small expanse of yard before the manicured lawn disappeared into the trees. Tall maple trees curved over the gravel drive leading up the side of the mountain to the cabin, forming a natural tunnel. Orange, red, and gold burned in his newly enhanced vision and he couldn’t help but drink in the beauty of the forest.
He’d never been a country boy, the city had always been his preferred home, but he couldn’t deny the bone deep sense of satisfaction he now got from spending time running through the woods. In fact, right then seemed like the perfect time to go for a run. Problem was, if he started running, he doubted he’d come back.