Celia Breslin chats with Darci from DIAMOND MOON #BHW #shapeshifter @DecadentPub

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?

[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.

[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

....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...

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Portrait of a Lone Wolf @DecadentPub #BHW

....My name is Katalina Leon. Writing paranormal romance with wolf-shifters is my current obsession. I’ve got wolves on he brain. My contribution to the Black Hills Wolves series is “Portrait of a Lone Wolf” It’s book 7 in Decadent Publishing’s multi-author series. I’m happy to announce, I have a second book coming soon. I can’t wait to share it.

....I joined the Black Hills Wolves because Rebecca Royce invited me to. I love Rebecca. She’s someone I’d described as talented, generous and creative. I’ve worked with her on other book series and she is a high-integrity person. She’s an author to keep your eye on, and she’s here to stay. I can’t believe how much she accomplishes as an author on top of being a full time mother to three young boys. I have one boy, and I get exhausted just thinking about all she juggles.
....The Black Hills Wolves project has been in the works for two years. I signed on in March 2013. “Portrait of a Lone Wolf” is my first book in the series and my first contracted book with Decadent Publishing. The story introduces two lonely characters, Sela and Rio, who haven’t belonged to anyone or anything for a long while. Despite a rough start, they soon discover they make sense as life-mates. My heroine Sela Lopez, is a divorced, filmmaker. She arrives in the Black Hills intent on producing a documentary of the Black Hills beleaguered wolf population and gets a big surprise. The wolves of the Black Hills are more than they appear to be.
....My hero Rio Waya—“Waya” is Cherokee for wolf, is a retired Army Ranger. He’s spent his adult life on the move, and in deliberate avoidance of Black Hills wolf-pack dysfunction. At one time, an Alpha-tyrant named Magnum, did a generation of damage to the pack. With Magnum out of way, pack members in my books return to the Black Hills and begin to explore what life in a wolf-shifter community has to offer. Of course he’s tired of being a lone wolf and is ready to take a life-mate when unsuspecting Sela rolls into town…

Portrait of a Lone Wolf

Black Hills Wolves Book 7

Katalina Leon

 

....A mixed-blood Native American wolf-shifter, abandoned by a teenage mother and ignored by an absentee father, Rio Waya has never fit in or felt worthy of love. But when he comes home to the Black Hills, he realizes he wants a mate of his own.
 ....Recovering from a cheating ex who started a new family behind her back, Sela López seeks escape to pull her life back together. As a documentary filmmaker and wildlife photographer, she rents a cabin in the Black Hills with plans to film the beleaguered wolf population. But she’s so busy looking through a camera lens she doesn’t see trouble coming.
....Sparks fly as mutual fears and vulnerabilities surface when Sela and Rio meet. She can’t figure out why the mysterious Mr. Waya is so anxious about having a documentary made of the Black Hills Wolves. But when his secret is exposed, all hell breaks loose. Can Rio win Sela’s trust and soothe her fears about allowing a hunky wolf-shifter into her heart?


EXCERPT:
....Following her nose through the front door, she was thrust into a honky-tonk time warp. Bars like this one didn’t exist in Los Angeles. The Den was cozy enough but appeared to have been decorated by a taxidermist in the late seventies and zealously preserved since. The shaggy heads of several unfortunate buffalo dominated the far wall. At the front door, two stuffed raccoons offered a mock greeting with outstretched paws. The chairs, booths, and even a few of the tables were covered in forest green vinyl. No doubt a sticky misery to come in contact with on a hot day.
....Movement caught her eye. A burly man with an inscrutable expression rose from behind a counter as if he was part of a magic act. He was tall with a barrel chest. A nappy brown sweater coupled with hunched posture lent him a distinctly bearlike appearance.
....The dour gentleman focused on Sela with a frown. “Where did you come from?”
....Steppenwolf’s “Born To Be Wild” was cranked to eleven. She had to shout to be heard, “Can I order some food to go?”
....The saggy-faced Papa bear behind the counter appeared perturbed. “Fair warning, miss. The kitchen’s closed. Pretty sure we don’t have what you want.”
....The explosive clack of a pool cue making hard contact with a ball nearly drowned her out. “Except for you, everything’s closed in this town!”
....A few customers cast her a brief glance then looked away. The lucky bastards sat in front of pitchers of cold beer, towering hamburgers, paired with heaps of french fries or onion rings. Her stomach growled embarrassingly loud, but she doubted anyone could hear above the blaring music. “Something smells heavenly. Could I at least order onion rings to go?”
....Bear man shook his head. “Sorry. No can do. Fryer’s turned off.”
....“Really?” Digging through her purse, she wondered if this place would accept a credit card. “I’m willing to pay a little extra for the trouble.”
....With a sullen pout, he rubbed a limp rag across the countertop. “After hours The Den ain’t open to the general public. Guess what? It’s after hours.”
....“Oh, come on!” She sounded desperate.
....A man in a red plaid shirt, who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, sat at the counter. He shot her a smoldering look filled with mixed emotions. Perhaps he was angry or lost in thought. She couldn’t tell. The flash of fire in his eyes beneath brooding black brows was impossible to decipher. When he opened his mouth, the tough gravel voice of a drill sergeant rumbled out. “Gee, don’t be a hard ass. Get the lady some onion rings.”
....The lumbering hairy thing behind the counter, presumably named Gee, thrust out his bottom lip and lifted his hands into the air in mock surrender. “Why not? It’s not like my house rules ever get any respect anyway.”
....From the corner of her eye, Sela glimpsed a huge silver-furred canine dart from under a table, push a swinging door open with its muzzle, and disappear.
....“Did I just see a wolf?” Sela gasped.

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Writing Colt @DecadentPub #BHW

I’ll admit when I started thinking about the Black Hills Wolves, in that now much discussed conference conversation with the amazing Heather Long, I thought only of Drew.  Writing the alpha of a multi-authored wolf pack is no small thing. I wanted him to be everything I imagined. 

And then he was.  Wolf’s Return worked for me.  It was a beautiful, complete book. 

I started to think about the future. Who would my next Black Hills character be? Well, that was when Colt came into existence. He was a difficult character? Why you might ask? Well, because he wanted to kill Drew.  Imagine that. As a writer I had to deal with a character who wanted to kill the hero of one of my most beloved books.

Loving Colt wasn’t easy for me. Yet, I did.  After a time, I came to adore Colt as much as I loved Drew and in some ways more since he had to handle not becoming alpha at the end of his book.  I hope you love my poor misunderstood Colt too.  He just needs to be loved.

Rebecca Royce

When Hell Freezes

Black Hills Wolves Book 6

Rebecca Royce

....Colt Hannigan returns to the Black Hills Wolves Pack a changed and determined wolf. Thrown out after he stood against the former Alpha, he has no love for Drew Tao, the current Alpha. Colt plans to challenge Drew for leadership of the pack—until he lays eyes on Tasha, the woman he thought dead but whom he never forgot.

.... Permanently scarred after stepping between Colt and the former Alpha of the pack, Tasha survived for years by keeping her head down. Colt’s return is everything she’s desired, but she wants to live in a calm world surrounded by love, not another battle for dominance, which could destroy the newly-healed pack.

....Can Tasha convince Colt to find peace in her arms? Will the Black Hills Wolves pack survive outside attacks if they cannot mend the internal injuries of the past?

Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, paranormal, shapeshifters, urban fantasy

Heat level: 4

Word count: 17k

Cover art: Fiona Jayde

BUY: Amazon | Decadent Publishing

EXCERPT:

....“I wish I could have killed him. I wish I’d been stronger sooner.” He looked up at the ceiling.

....“Well, I wish I could hop a jet plane and land in sunny Miami with a million dollars. Wishes are really pointless things. Let’s live in reality, shall we? Now, if you don’t want to kiss me, that’s fine. Forget I asked.” Tasha gasped almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth. What was with her? She never spoke to anyone in this manner.

....He yanked her against him. “You want me to kiss you?”

....His mouth pressed on hers, hard and unyielding. Even though she’d never been kissed before, she knew the one he gave her wasn’t meant to tantalize, but more as if he kissed her for punishment. He was mad. She could taste his anger.

....She pushed at his chest, and he deepened their embrace, gentling against her. Tasha knew she should pull away. He hadn’t kissed her nicely. All she could do was sigh against his mouth. He tasted like mint mixed with the smell of cloves, and she wanted to wrap herself around him.

A Note from Rebecca~

Hello Everyone,

Thank you so much for purchasing this book. It is my latest installment to the Black Hills Wolves series. When I first came up with the idea for this series, I was seated next to author Heather Long at a convention called The Naughty Sleepover. Two years later I cannot believe how amazing it has all turned out. It is a dream come true. I hope you like Colt and Tasha. They needed each other so much. Please feel free to contact me any time at BeccaGrim79@gmail.com or rebecca@rebeccaroyce.com

With Hugs,

Rebecca Royce