Hello Dear Readers,
Nice to be here on the Black Hills Wolves blog today! I have my character Darci Diamond, star of Diamond Moon, with me today, and she agreed to let me interview her.
Enjoy! J
[Celia:] Thanks for hanging with me today, Darci. Can you state your name and age for the record?
[Darci:] Darci Diamond, age 25. ::winks:: Come on, Celia, ask me something more interesting.
[Celia:] Sure thing, D. Why don’t you explain where you came from, what you are, and share your little…problem.
[Darci:] And by “little”, you mean gigantic... ::sighs:: I’m a human-wolf hybrid, born and raised in Ashland, Oregon. My parents died when I was little so I lived with my human aunt. It was hard living among humans and having to keep my true identity a secret. Shifting is a real issue for me, so I came to Los Lobos, in the Black Hills of South Dakota, to get some help with it. If I don’t find help soon, my next shift might kill me…
[Celia:] It’s a tough situation, to be sure. Tell us a little more about life in Ashland and Los Lobos. Do you have friends in both places?
[Darci:] In Ashland, my circle of friends was quite small. It’s hard to make deep connections when you’re keeping this huge secret. I felt like an isolated superhero most of the time, but without the fun powers. That said, I was well liked by my teachers and fellow students – I worked hard and treated everyone with respect. In Los Lobos, it’s a mixed bag. I’m half human and some Wolves can’t see past that to get to know me.
[Celia:] How do you deal emotionally with the isolation? And with your life threatening shifts?
[Darci:] I love to geek out on my computer (I was a Computer Science major in college) and can forget my problems and lose myself in programming for hours on end. Humor helps, too. Life is messy. And for me, I mean that figuratively and literally. I’ll spare our readers the gory details of my shifts… Laughter lightens the load, ya know?
[Celia:] Indeed it does, Darci. So, now that I’ve sprung you from your book for the day, is there somewhere else you’d like to go in my world?
[Darci:] Let’s get coffee in your hometown! I love San Francisco, and have been so jealous of your visits to Four Barrel Coffee in the Mission District. I want some of that nuclear powered goodness. Great, Celia, now I’m totally in need of a cappuccino and one of their bacon maple donuts…yum! Take me now!
[Celia:] LOL! Patience, Darci. Tell us a bit about your new hometown, Los Lobos. Think I’d like it?
[Celia:] LOL! Patience, Darci. Tell us a bit about your new hometown, Los Lobos. Think I’d like it?
[Darci:] Ha, you’re such a city girl, Celia, but I bet you would like it here, anyway. It’s beautiful mountain country, and besides, I have wi-fi so you could stay in touch with the outside world. Plus, you grew up in the land of wicked thunderstorms, right? So you would love storm season here.
[Celia:] Enough weather chatter. Let’s talk sex. What was the best sexual experience you’ve had?
[Darci:] ::laughs:: You just had to go there, didn’t you? The answer is Ross. D’uh and enough said. ::grins::
[Celia:] Well, on that note, I guess we’re done here. Thanks for being such a good sport, D. Appreciate it.
[Celia:] Well, on that note, I guess we’re done here. Thanks for being such a good sport, D. Appreciate it.
[Darci:] No problem, Celia. This was fun! Bye! ::waves at readers::
~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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Diamond Moon
Black Hills Wolves Book 12
Celia Breslin
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?
EXCERPT:
....Darci hurried along the gravel edging the worn pavement masquerading as a road leading into Los Lobos, population unknown, exact location not even listed on her Rand McNally map. Her boots kicked up enough dust in the growing wind to make her sneeze, even as the hairs on her nape rose from the incessant sensation of being watched.
....For the millionth time since she’d abandoned her little VW Beetle a few miles back—where the road devolved into a post-apocalyptic joke of a highway—she palmed the pink SABRE mini taser in her jacket pocket, comforted by the hard plastic deliverance of doom her aunt had insisted she take with her on her journey to the middle of nowhere.
....Rolling hills, rocky cliffs peeking out from the densely packed pine trees, meadows encouraging a Sound of Music gallop with arms stretched wide. America’s Heartland. Beautiful and remote Black Hills, South Dakota. Too bad the pretty place had goose bumps tracking up her arms and chills scurrying down her spine.
....The wind kicked up, and she grabbed the bill of her baseball cap, holding tight. If those cranky black clouds started spitting rain, she’d need this little protection. She hadn’t packed an umbrella. Rain rarely happened at home this time of the year. Too bad she’d neglected to Google the weather for South Dakota in June. Judging from the swirling cloud cover, a world of oh, hell no might unleash on her head before she managed to make it to town.
....If the town really existed.
[…]
....A graying, rotted, wood fence zigzagged in front of what was once probably a small ranch house, now an assortment of broken windows, half-ripped roof, and weather-weary walls. A door hung open and flapped against the side of the ranch, the banging sound audible to her keen Wolf hearing over the ever-increasing screech of the wind.
....Then she saw it—movement in the tall green grass. Something as grey as the fence it slunk under. Something big. Darci froze, heart hammering in her chest. A Wolf padded directly for her.
....She shoved the map in her pocket and grabbed her taser, backing away into the center of the road. “Uh, nice doggie. I’m one of you. Kinda. Sort of. Maybe.” Great, babbling at a wild animal. A predator who looked very hungry for a woman-sized snack.
....Lightning flashed. Thunder cracked. The Wolf growled.
....Darci whirled and ran...
