Welcome, Celia Breslin, to my little corner of the internet! Today we’ll be talking about her latest release (check out that cover *swoon*) and learning a few things about her fictional world. Without further ado…
Tell us about your latest release!
Diamond Moon is the twelfth book released in Decadent Pub’s multi-author, shared world series. The series is set in The Black Hills of South Dakota. Much of the action happens in or around the small shifter town of Los Lobos. The Tao pack owns the area–the pack itself is fractured but on the mend after the death of its crazed and cruel Alpha.
Diamond Moon stars Ross, a Dominant Wolf, and his love-interest Darci, a human-wolf hybrid. Darci journeys to Los Lobos seeking help with her life-threatening shifts. She lands on Ross’s doorstep, romantic sparks fly, and… read the story to find out what happens next… 🙂
What was the hardest thing about writing this book? The easiest?
The most challenging thing to write about was Gee. Gee is a mysterious, badass, Werebear bar owner living in Los Lobos. He appears in every story in the series. He was hard because he’s not my character. That said, it was super fun getting to know him for his appearance in my story. Everything else flowed just fine for this book.
If you could bring one of your characters (villain or hero) to life, who would you chose? Why?
Wow, just one? There are so many I would love to hang out with. But if I have to choose one, let’s go with my vampire Jonas. You can meet him in my vampire series, The Tranquilli Bloodline. An ancient vampire originally from England, Jonas embodies extreme violence in a pretty package. He’s a man of few words, dark and moody, fiercely loyal and violently protective of those few people he loves, such as Carina, the series heroine. Why him? Because he’s utterly fascinating. I think we’d have a great chat!
Paramount Pictures wants to make a movie about your latest novel. Who plays the main characters?
Darci is 23, petite and curvy, with pale skin, green eyes and black hair styled in a pixie cut. Amanda Seyfried or Emma Stone, if they would die their hair black.
Ross is 29, 6’ 6” with a runner’s body of lean, hard muscle. Brown hair with red highlights worn straight to his shoulders. Brown eyes. If they could find an actor who resembles the cover model for the book, I’d be one happy writer! Or Chris Hemsworth or Alex Pettyfer…
Tell us a little about yourself.
I write urban fantasy and paranormal romance. My favorite paranormal creatures are werewolves, and vampires. Also have a soft spot for the Fae. Let’s see…what else… I’m a terrible morning person… Joss Whedon is my hero… I live in San Francisco with my family and two cats that love to drape themselves on my laptop when I’m trying to write. When not writing, you’re likely to find me reading or working out (really!).
Tell us one thing about yourself your readers may not know about you.
Hm… Little known fact about me: I was classically trained on piano from age six through sixteen, and sang in an a cappella group in high school.
What are you working on now?
I’m working on two more stories for Decadent Pub’s Black Hills Wolves series, featuring Ross’s two siblings, a younger sister and an older brother. More Wolf goodness, action, and love…
Where can we find you?
Thanks so much for stopping by today, Celia! Jonas sounds like someone I’d love to meet too and Joss Whedon is a genius. Also, I love piano! Talk about multi-talented. 😉
Check out DIAMOND MOON’s book blurb, buy links and a very sexy excerpt below!
DIAMOND MOON Cover and Book Blurb:
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?
Available now at:
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1121371749
DIAMOND MOON 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.
he 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.”