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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Jasmine Moon by Celia Breslin: Character Interview and Giveaway

Jasmine Moon
Black Hills Wolves
Celia Breslin

Genre:  Paranormal Romance

Publisher:  Decadent Publishing

Date of Publication: June 3, 2016

ISBN:  9781683610458

Number of pages:  108
Word Count:  36,400

Cover Artist:  Fiona Jayde

Book Description:

Tech mogul and workaholic Wolf Evan Luparell has little time for distractions but takes a break for his brother’s wedding in South Dakota. When asked to escort another wedding attendee from the airport to Los Lobos, he agrees. Then he meets the curvy spitfire, and she ignores him.

Designer and Wolf Mina Carver didn’t mean to be rude to the handsome, glowering man claiming to be her ride, but she was busy working. Now she must endure a ride to the Black Hills with the cranky but sexy Dominant Wolf. Unexpected mating energy sparks between them, but still—should she dismiss, or kiss him?

Kisses win and they agree upon a no-strings fling. But with each wedding activity throwing them together, and their powerful chemistry and mate compatibility complicating matters, can two workaholics truly have their fun then walk away?

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Evan tipped his head and eyed the ceiling. Prompt replies, punctual people. Striking deals and hitting deadlines. These items made his world tick. Not loitering around a miniscule airport pulling a Waiting for Godot moment on infinite repeat for a no-show, flakey designer from California.

God grant him patience and balls of steel when he showed up without the designer and the all-important wedding dress, because his future sister-in-law Darci would certainly be unhappy. He’d have to beg a favor from his assistant, have her snag a couture dress, and fly it ASAP to the Rapid City airport. He could afford a gown from some famous designer in Chicago or New York, something likely superior to whatever his soon-to-be sister-in-law’s no-name friend had created. Right? Shit, he hoped women’s fashion proved so easy.

He took a d

eep fortifying breath and froze. Airport smells assailed his senses—the sharp tang of bleach and lemon-scented cleaners, the floral perfume from Rental Car Girl who eyed him like a piece of candy. Black coffee, donuts, fried fast food, and under it all, the distinct musk of wolf.
Female wolf.

She smelled damn good. His wolf perked up, and his legs propelled him toward the empty baggage claim, where one bright-pink suitcase covered in Hello Kitty stickers sat, unclaimed, on the unmoving L-shaped conveyor belt. Her scent, stronger here, socked his gut, and his gaze shot to the corner.

The chaos around the woman stunned him silent. Large, paper coffee cup, half-eaten banana, and a quarter of a powdered doughnut perched on a brown paper bag next to her. Crumbs splattered the linoleum and the woman’s long-sleeved blue blouse in a thick layer of white, sugary dust. On her other side, two pink garment bags lay like corpses, along with a bubblegum-pink unzipped duffel as long as her outstretched, denim-clad legs. Some of the bag’s contents—pads of drawing paper and large swaths of fabric—protruded over the opening, the fabric splaying over her legs in a rainbow-colored blanket. Her feet peeked out of the mess, encased in sparkling pink UGGs. Good grief, sequins? She smacked her shiny boots together in a poor imitation of Dorothy and bobbed her head from side to side in time to some music only she seemed to hear. Her shoulder-length red hair, the color of ripe dark cherries—his favorite fruit—gleamed under the harsh airport lighting and curtained most her face from his view, save a pert nose and small chin, both speckled with a generous amount of freckles.

He’d always liked freckles.

Clearing his throat, he stepped closer, but she didn’t flinch in surprise or look up. Her attention remained on the tablet on her lap, the stylus between her pale, freckled fingers swiping without hesitation over her screen. Her extreme focus reminded him of his sister Lexi in one of her artistic frenzies. The resemblance ended there.

While his sister took after the rest of their tall, lean, and tan family, this woman seemed the polar opposite—pale, petite, curvy, and freckled. His preferred type. A flicker of interest stirred in his gut. Did she have those cute little spots on the rest of her? Speckled fur when in her wolf form? His wolf huffed his interest in finding out, but Jasmine the Oblivious Designer didn’t acknowledge his presence.

His fascination faded, replaced by renewed irritation. She damn well should have scented and noticed his wolf by now, and she should have waited at their agreed upon rendezvous point. She should not be sitting on the dirty linoleum of an airport, lost in her work. Didn’t she realize the dangers of ignoring her surroundings?

He positioned himself right in front of her wiggly, booted feet. “Excuse me, J—”

“Sh.” She raised her arm and flicked her hand in the universal get lost gesture.

He gaped at her. “Excuse me?”
Another wave of her hand while her stylus streaked across her tablet screen with the other. “Not interested.”

Nice voice. Low and husky. Her attitude, on the other hand…. “But—”

“Go away.” Her velvet voice carried a stubborn edge.

In other circumstances, he would’ve admired her strength. But he’d wasted copious amounts of time hunting for the clearly inconsiderate and irresponsible female. “Fine. Get your own damn ride to Los Lobos. Jasmine.”

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.  Jasmine Moon is her third werewolf story (and a stand-alone read!) for Decadent Publishing’s multi-author, shifter line: Black Hills Wolves.

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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Character Interview  

Please welcomeEvan and Mina from Celia Breslin's Jasmine Moon to Diane’s Book Blog. 

What is your name? Do you have a nickname?

Evan:  Hello, Evan Luparell here. No nickname.

Mina:  Ha, you so totally have a pet name… Wolf Man. And, Hi everyone, my name is Jasmine Carver, but everyone calls me Mina.

What is your hair color? Eye color? 

Evan:  Brown eyes, brown hair.

Mina:  Sheesh, Wolf Man, your eyes are freaking gorgeous.  More like amber jewelry than plain brown.

Evan:  So says the designer.

Mina: That’s right. Oh, and my eyes are blue and my hair is red.

Evan:  Red like dark cherries, my little wolf.

Mina:  ::smiles::  Isn’t he sweet?

How old are you?

Mina:  I’m twenty-six.  And Evan here is an old man.

Evan: Thirty-one is not old.

Mina:  ::pats his arm::  You know I’m just kidding, Mr. Frowny Face.

Where were you born? Where have you lived since then? Where do you currently call home?

Mina:  I was born in Santa Monica, California. Currently, I live in Venice Beach. I'm here in Los Lobos, South Dakota for a wedding. It’s very pretty here in the Black Hills.

Evan:  I was born in the Black Hills, but grew up in Indiana.  My current home and business are based in Indiana.  I agree, the Black Hills do have a certain charm…

What is in your refrigerator right now? On your bedroom floor? On your nightstand? In your garbage can?

Evan:  Takeout. I’m too busy with work to cook. Nothing on the bedroom floor or in the garbage can; my twice-weekly cleaning service keeps my home spotless. There’s a phone charger on my nightstand.

Mina:  Sheesh, Evan, you need to loosen up! My fridge back home is chock full of fancy coffee beans, hardboiled eggs, pre-chopped and cleaned veggies and fruits, and rotisserie chicken from my local, organic grocery store. I’m busy with work, but like to eat healthy.

Evan:  ::chuckles:: Ask her what’s in her cupboards, or on her kitchen counter. Better yet, ask about her Starbuck’s habit.

Mina:  ::thwacks his arm::  Hey! There’s nothing wrong with doughnuts and cookies with my healthy food! Or coffee. Anyway, my bedroom floor is home to a few piles of fabric and tons of shoes. I swear I’ll organize it all someday. Water bottle, sketchpad, and pencil are on my nightstand, along with my tablet. My garbage can is probably empty; most everything in my house ends up in the compost bin or the recycling bin.

Who are the people you are closest to?

Evan:  My brother Ross and my sister Lexi.

Mina:  ::grins:: Didn’t even hesitate did he? He really does love them. His sister Lexi happens to be my best friend. I’m also close with my two younger brothers, or, as I like to call them, the twin dominant doofuses. ::whispers:: Don’t tell them I said that last part.

Who is your funniest friend?

Evan and Mina:  Lexi.

What is your motto?

Mina:  Oh!  Let me do one for you, Evan, and you can do mine. 

::Evan nods::

Mina:  “All work and no play makes me, Evan Luparell, wealthy, wicked tired, and boring, oops, I mean in need of distractions.”

Evan::  “Really, Red?”  ::shakes his head::  “All work and too much time with Lexi makes me, Mina Carver, successful, silly, and in need of a spanking.”

Mina:  “What!”

Evan:  “You heard me. Come. Here.”

Mina:  ::blushes:: And that concludes our interview. Thanks for having us. Gotta run!


2  $10 Amazon.com US e-gift card - If winner lives in United States, they will also receive one a Black Hills Wolves bead-and-charm bookmark (USPS snail mail, US only)


  1. Hi Diane,
    Thanks for hosting my wolves on your blog today, and for taking the time to read and review Mina and Evan's story. Much appreciated!

  2. Gotta admit, I prefer werewolves to vampires. Sounds interesting, Celia!


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