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Diamond Moon by Celia Breslin - Haunted Halloween Spooktacular
Diamond Moon Black Hills Wolves Book 12 Celia Breslin Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Date of Publication:March 27, 2015
Number of pages: 85
Word Count: 29,737
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
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?
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.
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.
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?
scent of her blood jump-started his brain into action. He lowered her gently to
the floor. “Jesus. You okay?”
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.
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.
hell with propriety. “You’re injured. Let me help you.” He pulled off her cap
and damn near swallowed his tongue.
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.
flinched and batted his hand away, falling to her side in the process.
snapped back to reality with a healthy hit of guilt. “Shit. Sorry.”
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—
He gave himself a mental ass kicking for scaring her. “I’m Ross. You’re safe
About the Author:
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 vampires, werewolves, and the Fae. When not writing, you’ll find Celia editing for others, exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.