Diamond Moon Anniversary for Celia Breslin #BHW

Diamond Moon - Black Hills Wolves- #12 -Celia Breslin

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.”

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 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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Under a Mating Moon by Celia Breslin

Under A Mating Moon

Black Hills Wolves

Book 27

Celia Breslin

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Date of Publication:  September18, 2015

ISBN: 9781613338940

ASIN: B0148W4RHW

Number of pages: 114

Word Count: 32,200

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

Book Description:

British Alpha wolf Jake Marsden spends his days among humans, pursuing a lucrative music career and avoiding his pack’s politics. When his current DJ tour takes him to the US, he stops in Los Lobos to visit family, and runs into the one Wolf he never wants to see again—the mate who rejected his claim.

While visiting her brother in Los Lobos, free-spirited Lexi Luparell is shocked to encounter the Wolf she’d denied when they were teens. Now she must face her guilt for the cruel way she spurned him all those years ago, make amends, and admit the truth. Jake was right all along—they’re meant to mate.

Lexi would love to explore the mate concept and her overwhelming attraction to virile, alpha Wolf Jake, but he wants nothing to do with her. How can she break down his defenses when she’s the reason he built them in the first place?

Jake dates only human women now. Lexi had her shot at being his mate, and she threw it away. But when her life is threatened, he may have to rethink his position and do whatever it takes to claim his one true mate.

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Excerpt:

          A billion butterflies battered Lexi's stomach. She shifted her attention from Ross to the piano. Sure enough, the music had stopped, and Jake faced her from his seat on the bench. Man oh man, the heavy stare from those sky blue eyes sent shivers skittering down her spine. His gaze held the same intensity she remembered from him as a kid, as if he saw into the heart of people, exposing their deepest secrets. It had driven her crazy back then, and she'd spent much time teasing him, pulling his hair, trying to distract him from being so serious all of the damn time. They were teenagers—partying was supposed to be their sole focus.

          With his ice-blue stare locked on her, Jake rose to his feet, all taut muscle and predatory power. His energy swept over her like a tsunami, forcing all of the moisture to abandon her mouth while parts much lower wept with want. Her inner Wolf howled, answering the call of this Alpha, the first Dominant male ever to make her sit up and take notice. Holy crap. Her muscles shook with the need to bound over to him, jump in his arms, wrap her legs around his torso and writhe against his hard, hot, tattooed body.

          Jake said something to his uncle then stalked straight at her, cutting a path right through the middle of the tables and the many, too-curious patrons.

          A whimper escaped her throat.

          Surprise sparked in her brother’s brown eyes. "You're kidding me. Him?" He burst out laughing. "Wow, sis, that's some major, big-time irony right there."

          Darci’s expression conveyed her bewilderment. "Now what are you two talking about?"

          Her annoying brother grinned. "See that angry Alpha headed our way? My sister here rejected him when they were teens and he's apparently her—"

          Lexi socked her brother in the ribs. "Shut it, Ross."

          "Ouch." Ross rubbed his side and chuckled at her plight. The jerk. "Come on, Lexi, you have to admit the hilarity of the situation."

          No, she did not. Nor did she have to admit that J-Bird was right all those years ago. He was her mate. O to the M to the G…. They were mates.

          Even so, he didn't look happy to see her at all. In fact, he looked positively enraged. Shit, shit and triple shit. What a mess she'd made eight years ago. Well, she was woman enough to pull on her big-girl panties and fix it. She straightened her spine and lifted her chin in challenge, meeting Jake's stormy stare. He halted before her.

          I can do this. "Hey J-Bird. Nice to see you." Lovely. Her voice sounded like she'd eaten the gravel from the lot in front of Gee's bar. Embarrassment heated her cheeks.

          One breath, two breaths, three…. J-Bird glared. Tension coiled between them in the silence. Lexi bit the inside of her cheek to avoid babbling at him. She'd said hello. It was his turn. Damn it, J-Bird, say something. He wasn't making this easy.

          "Alexina."  His arctic tone dismissed her and slapped her in the face at the same time, leaving her disappointed and confused. No one called her by her full name. No one except her parents when she'd done something wrong as a kid. He might as well have said, "Screw you," while slamming a door in her face.

          His focus shifted to her brother. "Hello, Ross. Been a while." His hand shot out to grasp her brother's in a cordial shake.

          "Good to see you, Jake. Join us for lunch? My treat. We can catch up on old times."

          "No, thank you. I'm done. Nice to see you again, Ross." Jake nodded at Darci. "Miss." He brushed past them and out the door.

          "What. Just. Happened?" The, “I'm done,” he uttered in his delicious British accent seemed aimed more at her than at her brother's offer. And the fact he hadn't even looked at her before stalking out all sexy in his gloom and doom? Yeah, that hurt.

          "I think you know, sis." The amusement left her brother's face and sympathy glimmered in his gaze. "Question is, what are you going to do about it?"

          She'd never run from a fight in her life. She wouldn't start now. "Grab a table. I'll be back in a second. Or not." She ignored her brother's knowing grin and hurried out the door.

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 werewolves, vampires, and the Fae. 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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Meet some of the authors of The Black Hills Wolves

 

So you may have heard that I started a line for Decadent Publishing called The Black Hills Wolves.  The first release, Wolf Returns, will take place in January.   I thought I’d give some of the authors from the line a chance to tell you some funny stories about themselves.

 

Katalina Leon

Of all the classic monsters, I’ve always had a crush on the Wolf Man. Feral, primal, assertive, the Wolf Man is a lot more exciting than Frankenstein or the Mummy who sort of groan piteously and lurch forward.  In contrast the Wolf Man is a full-moon, full-blown testosterone rush.  Plus he has that taste-of-the-wild thing going in spades. What woman hasn’t dreamed of taming a bad-boy beast with her charms? Do I love facial and body hair on man? You bet I do.  A strong jawline without a bit of grainy stubble is like French fries without ketchup—blah. Side burns? I love them. How often I have I got caught peeking down a man’s open collar to get a glimpse of silky chest hair—more than I care to admit. When Rebecca Royce invited me to contribute a story to Black Hills Wolves I couldn’t wait to share my take on wolf-shifter mythology.

 

 

Dena Garson

I love odd things. I’m fascinated by myths, legends, fairy tales and unusual facts. That gets translated into a wide variety of knick-knacks around my house. About ten years ago, I developed an obsession for the craziest thing: Rubber ducks. Seems I can’t stop myself from collecting the darn things. My bathtub and the widow above are littered with them. I have reading ducks, western ducks, devil ducks, Cupid ducks, Christmas ducks and even a Statue of Liberty duck. My latest edition is a Warren Buffet duck! Thankfully my kids are now old enough that I don’t have to rescue my ducks from their bathroom or bedroom.

 

 

Chandra Ryan

When I was a kid, probably nine or ten years old, I made up an entire origin story for myself. I was the princess of an alien planet. But, one day, there was a terrible mix up and I was given to my Earth mother instead of her daughter. I have no idea what happened to that poor girl, but my story was more interesting anyway. Now my trusted advisor, in the disguise of a black cat (it’s important to note that I did not have a black cat as a pet) comes to me every day to keep me up to date on current affairs and to take my orders back to the others on my planet. One day, however, they were going to come and get me and take me back home.

This is the story I told my friends and family.  All except my mom, of course. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

 

 

Celia Breslin

Hi Everyone! Celia here. Rebecca wants us to dish about ourselves, so here goes. I write urban fantasy and paranoral romance. Joss Whedon rules--The Cabin In The Woods is my current, favorite movie, and I’ve been known to walk around tossing out movie quotes from it. I’m not a morning person, so don’t talk to me before 8AM, unless you're my trainer and we’re kicking serious exercise butt! Other random tidbits… Love Asian food, especially Thai and Japanese. Cinnamon addict. I have a tattoo I designed myself. Lastly, I’m excited to be part of the Black Hills Wolves team!

 

Afton Locke

I’ve always liked wolfish dogs. When I was 8, my family planned to get me a lap dog since I was just a small girl. Instead, my parents bought a German Shepherd. The day we took him home, he got sick in the car, nipped me (no blood, luckily), and kept trying to run off. He grew to weigh 100 pounds and was a handful his whole life. In adulthood, I’ve had two Siberian Huskies, a black and a red. After being surrounded by “wolfy” dogs all my life, it’s easy to write about wolves.

 

That’s just a small sampling. We have over twenty authors involved so far and hoping to have more soon. 

I hope you’re all well-

Rebecca Royce