Series: Black Hills Wolves #12
Published by Decadent Publishing on March 27, 2015
Genres: Paranormal Romance
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Happy Wednesday, everyone. I’m stoked to be spotlighting Diamond Moon by Celia Breslin today. There’s an excerpt to spark your itchy one-click finger, followed by my review, so enjoy…and don’t forget to collect your Wednesday Shakespearean insult.
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.”
I have a huge complaint with Diamond Moon: it wasn’t freakin’ long enough. Darci and Ross are characters I wanted to spend a LOT more time with. *Pause for major bitch fit* Poor Darci is a half-werewolf whose parents died when she was young, so she was raised by non-wolfies. She wants nothing more than to ditch her half-shifter side and be normal because the shifting every full moon hurts, as in progressively almost-killing-her hurts. So, guided by a cryptic note left behind by her werewolf father, she heads off to Los Lobos, hoping to get some answers before the next full moon.
Then there’s sweet, sexy werewolf Ross–and what’s super-awesome about Ross is his kitten. His kitten, people! A werewolf adopted by a kitten! How fabulous is that? That alone is enough to make me smile, but Ross is in Los Lobs helping the werewolf clan reconstruct their lives by funding houses out of his own pockets. Gotta love a compassionate, generous shifter. He knows Darci is his mate and has the tough job of convincing her of that truth, no easy task when she’s scared out of her mind that she’s going to die at the next full moon shift.
I loved these two together, how Ross determinedly and sweetly pursued Darci, and how she falls into lust and trust and love with him. Lots of steamy moments (bathtubs, kitchen tables, fun times), some anti-hybrid natives causing a commotion, kitty squeezable cuteness, and just a tad of mystery. Short stories generally aren’t my first choice because I find it difficult to get really invested in the characters in so short a time, but I quickly connected with Darci and Ross and enjoyed every minute of their journey to HEA.
Oh, and I received the book from the author, free of charge or obligation. My opinions are my own, people!
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.
And for your Wednesday random Shakespearean insult: cankered, dull-eyed, scut. Use your insult powers for good.