Diamond
Moon
Black
Hills Wolves, Book
12
Celia
Breslin
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Date of Publication: March 27, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-61333-803-2
ASIN: B00T2E7ZEY
Number of pages: 85
Word Count: 29,737
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
Book Description:
Human-wolf hybrid Darci Diamond
spends every full moon locked in auntie’s basement in Southern Oregon. Her
excruciating shifts terrify her, the last one causing her heart to stop
beating. Seeking a cure, she journeys to Los Lobos.
Ross Luparell returns to the
struggling Tao pack, using his millions made in the tech industry to build
homes for pack families in need. He never imagined he would also find his one
true mate. But when a hybrid with the biggest green eyes he’s ever seen lands
on his doorstep in the middle of a wicked summer storm, there’s no denying it.
She’s the one.
She wants a normal human life, free
from pain-filled shifts. He won’t give up on her Wolf, and will do whatever it
takes to help her accept her true nature. But can he convince her to trust him
with her heart?
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Excerpt
He reached out with his Wolf senses. The feedback froze his fingers on the doorknob. Female. Damn, she smelled good. Human. Wolf. Wait…both? The copper tang of blood hit his nose. And injured.
He flung open the door. His abrupt move caught his visitor off guard, one small, white fist raised to knock. The woman startled and fell forward. Catching her, he pulled her inside, kicking the door shut with his foot.
She sagged against him, a shivering bundle of wet woman. Underneath the dampness, her scent drop-kicked his gut. Apples and cinnamon. Roses and honey. His body perked up, taking extreme notice. He fought the growl of possession threatening to tear out of his throat. Holy hell, had his potential mate just walked into his home in the middle of a storm?
The scent of her blood jump-started his brain into action. He lowered her gently to the floor. “Jesus. You okay?”
His instincts urged him to check her for wounds, but he was a stranger and didn’t want to spook her. But goddamn, he wanted to touch her. Peel off her wet clothes. See all of her. With a jacket covering her torso, tight jeans hiding her legs, and her ball cap pulled low on her face, all he’d seen so far was her quivering pale chin, full red lips, and those delicate, trembling hands.
“S-s-sorry, d-dripping all ov-v-ver your f-f-floor,” she said, teeth chattering. Her snow white fingers curled on the hardwood, arms trembling with her effort to keep herself upright. Blood streaked the wood. A line of liquid crimson slid down her jaw and dripped from her chin onto her jacket.
To hell with propriety. “You’re injured. Let me help you.” He pulled off her cap and damn near swallowed his tongue.
Big green eyes blinked up at him from a face so pale it made him think of moonlight. Drenched, short black hair lay plastered to her head, the ends framing features reminiscent of the fairies his sister loved to draw for the hidden-object games she designed. Ethereal beauty. My beauty. He stroked a knuckle down her cheek then ran his thumb over her soft, full lower lip.
She flinched and batted his hand away, falling to her side in the process.
Ross snapped back to reality with a healthy hit of guilt. “Shit. Sorry.”
His gaze shot to her forehead where a two-inch cut sent blood trailing over her prominent cheekbone with its silky-smooth skin he’d so enjoyed caressing—
Shit. He gave himself a mental ass kicking for scaring her. “I’m Ross. You’re safe here. Promise.”
He flung open the door. His abrupt move caught his visitor off guard, one small, white fist raised to knock. The woman startled and fell forward. Catching her, he pulled her inside, kicking the door shut with his foot.
She sagged against him, a shivering bundle of wet woman. Underneath the dampness, her scent drop-kicked his gut. Apples and cinnamon. Roses and honey. His body perked up, taking extreme notice. He fought the growl of possession threatening to tear out of his throat. Holy hell, had his potential mate just walked into his home in the middle of a storm?
The scent of her blood jump-started his brain into action. He lowered her gently to the floor. “Jesus. You okay?”
His instincts urged him to check her for wounds, but he was a stranger and didn’t want to spook her. But goddamn, he wanted to touch her. Peel off her wet clothes. See all of her. With a jacket covering her torso, tight jeans hiding her legs, and her ball cap pulled low on her face, all he’d seen so far was her quivering pale chin, full red lips, and those delicate, trembling hands.
“S-s-sorry, d-dripping all ov-v-ver your f-f-floor,” she said, teeth chattering. Her snow white fingers curled on the hardwood, arms trembling with her effort to keep herself upright. Blood streaked the wood. A line of liquid crimson slid down her jaw and dripped from her chin onto her jacket.
To hell with propriety. “You’re injured. Let me help you.” He pulled off her cap and damn near swallowed his tongue.
Big green eyes blinked up at him from a face so pale it made him think of moonlight. Drenched, short black hair lay plastered to her head, the ends framing features reminiscent of the fairies his sister loved to draw for the hidden-object games she designed. Ethereal beauty. My beauty. He stroked a knuckle down her cheek then ran his thumb over her soft, full lower lip.
She flinched and batted his hand away, falling to her side in the process.
Ross snapped back to reality with a healthy hit of guilt. “Shit. Sorry.”
His gaze shot to her forehead where a two-inch cut sent blood trailing over her prominent cheekbone with its silky-smooth skin he’d so enjoyed caressing—
Shit. He gave himself a mental ass kicking for scaring her. “I’m Ross. You’re safe here. Promise.”
Author Bio
Celia lives in California with her
husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal
romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, and the Fae.
Her award-winning vampire series - The Tranquilli Bloodline - is available from
Champagne Books. Diamond Moon is her
first werewolf story for Decadent Publishing’s Black Hills Wolves shifter line.
When not writing, you’ll find Celia
exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her
addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.
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Guest Post
Please welcome Diamond Moon author Celia Breslinto Diane’s Book Blog.
Black Hills Wolves - A
Shared World
Hi Everyone,
Thanks for taking the time to visit today and learn about my
new book, Diamond Moon!
Diamond Moon is the twelfth book in a multi-author series created
by author Rebecca Royce for Decadent Publishing. This Wolf shifter world is set in The Black Hills of South Dakota.
Much of the action happens in or around the small shifter town of Los Lobos.
The Tao pack owns the area—the pack itself is fractured but on the mend and
rebuilding itself, after the death of its crazed and cruel Alpha.
In my story,
Dominant Wolf Ross Luparell returns to the pack to settle in the area and help
build homes for homeless pack members. To his surprise and delight, he also
finds his mate.
Fun facts about this
world:
* Over twenty
authors have contributed to this shared world.
* You’ll meet a slew
of great characters, each with their own unique story.
* You can read the
stories in any order--they’re all stand-alone novellas.
* A mysterious and
badass Werebear named Gee appears in every story. Mine included.
Bottom line: You can
expect a hefty dose of romance and adventure. Wolves rule!
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Hi Diane,
ReplyDeleteThank you for hosting my Wolves on your blog today!
cheers,
Celia